We will make him understand that the hand of heaven cannot be stretched too far.

Angels can’t do whatever they want here!”

After the silver-robed wizard Geoffrey de la Tour finished speaking, he took out a emblem with the words - [Bronze shield surrounding battle spear].

He whispered:

"Bahamut's Bronze Spear - Karransath."

After that, he threw the emblem in his hand high into the sky and raised the staff in his hand. An indescribable huge wave of magic instantly appeared from the top of the staff, flowing towards the emblem like ripples.

The emblem gradually deformed in mid-air, emitting a dazzling bronze light, and the original silence in the air was broken by a sacred and majestic aura.

This breath is as steady and unshakable as a fortress, and as powerful and irresistible as thunder. The entire world of Hakoniwa trembles because of this breath.

Above the sky, a curtain of light cracked between rolling dark clouds.

A huge bronze dragon slowly descended from the clouds.

His figure covered the entire valley, and his bronze scales were like countless amber embedded with sunlight, shining in the light and reflecting a charming golden glow.

The wings are spread out like two giant nets woven with gold. The wing membranes show a strange flow of light under the sunlight. As the wings flap, they make a roaring sound that echoes among the mountains, as shocking as war drums.

The dragon's head has sharp lines, and its horns extend backwards like a bronze spear blade, giving it an unshakable majesty.

His huge eyes are like two burning amber gems, and the depths of his pupils contain infinite wisdom and power.

There is a huge coat of arms engraved on his chest. It is a coat of arms made of bronze and stars. Rune chains are constantly floating on the surface, exuding sacred brilliance, as if symbolizing endless protection on the battlefield.

When this giant dragon fully spreads its wings, its huge figure shrouds the entire space under his protection.

The existence of the Bronze Spear was like an indestructible fortress, and a sense of oppression swept over it.

Lightning flowed out from his chest, traveled along his body, and struck the ground in an instant, sparking a dazzling golden spark.

"roar------"

A huge bronze halo was suspended behind the head of [Bronze Spear Carranzas], and he roared up to the sky, like a trumpet blowing on the battlefield, with endless majesty and power, shocking the entire world of the Little Garden.

With the arrival of the Bronze Spear Carranzas, a thunderous roar resounded throughout the entire world of the Little Garden, as if some ancient and profound call was ignited.

What followed was countless giant dragons soaring into the sky. They followed the bronze dragon god and hovered in the sky of the small garden with astonishing momentum, forming an unparalleled and magnificent picture.

The sky is divided into five glorious trails of dragons. They are the five major types of metal dragons (gold, silver, copper, bronze, and brass), each showing a unique magnificence.

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Their entire bodies were shrouded in dazzling golden light, and their scales were as fine as cast gold, reflecting the brilliance of the sun.

Their wings are woven like gold, with rune-like brilliance faintly flowing on the wing membranes, and the end of their tail is like a crown, symbolizing their nobility and majesty.

Silver dragons followed closely behind, their entire bodies glowing with a silvery light as soft as moonlight, their scales as smooth as running water, and each scale was carved with complex patterns.

Silver dragons look like elegant predators, appearing extremely nimble when flying. Their tails are decorated with sharp silver blades, cutting through the sky with the cold breath.

The number of silver dragons is thirty, followed by seventy bronze dragons.

The body of the copper dragon glows with a thick and simple copper color, with a hint of light green oxidation marks on the edges of the scales. Their heads are short and wide, and the dragon horns are like well-cast shield blades, giving them a heavy but powerful look.

breath.

When the copper dragon flaps its wings, it drives a low roar of air. The end of its tail is like a hammering tool. Every time it passes by, it is like the low hum of the earth.

The largest proportion of the dragons are one hundred bronze dragons and one hundred fifty brass dragons.

Bronze dragons are the most conspicuous among the dragons. Their scales shine in the sun, as if they were cast from bronze.

The bronze dragon's head has clear lines and its horns resemble war spears.

The largest number of brass dragons form a dense cloud behind the dragon group.

Their scales exude a luster like sand gold, and the texture is rough and tough. The brass dragon is small in size, but moves extremely quickly. There is a strong metallic sound between its wings, and the end of its tail is as sharp as a sickle.

At the forefront of the dragon group, the two titanium dragons following the bronze dragon god are the most special existences.

Their whole bodies exude a faint yet dazzling silver-blue light, and their scales are as smooth as titanium alloys, reflecting a strange cold light, like strange objects from the sky.

The titanium dragon's eyes are deep and quiet, filled with unfathomable wisdom.

Their bodies are as high as forty meters, their wings are as wide as clouds, they fly with a soft cry like electromagnetic waves, and their breath is a mixture of cold and lightning power.

While the dragons were flying, something like garbled characters appeared on each dragon's body, and then bodies like origami models appeared around them one by one.

A giant dragon can generate at least ten origami dragon models, and a maximum of twenty-five.

The entire sky was filled with dragons. Five kinds of metal dragons and two titanium dragons formed a huge vortex, like an epic dragon chorus.

Their roars came and went, forming a heart-shaking dragon chant. The brilliance of the dragon's breath intertwined into a magnificent light network, covering the sky of the Little Garden world, casting a sacred and deadly shadow.

The core area of ​​​​the Hakoba world became as hot as hell at this moment.

The full operation of the Soul Factory has completely turned this miniature world that was supposed to carry dreams and hopes into a war-torn purgatory.

The huge soul furnace stands in the center of the small garden, emitting scarlet light like a fiery demon heart.

Countless twisted souls struggled in the rune array around the furnace. They were sucked into tentacle-like pipes and poured into the depths of the factory.

Deafening roars came from inside the furnace, distorting the surrounding air into a blurry phantom.

“The pain of all souls is fuel, and the cries of all living beings are fire—”

The screams of souls echoed in the air, and the struggling dead turned into endless energy, pouring into the black iron pipes that penetrated the sky and the earth, and finally injected into the core of the furnace burning with eternal flame deep in the factory.

There is no mercy, no respite here, only endless forging and destruction.

The power of the soul turns into the rotation of gears, and the roar of machinery shakes the void.

The Burning Guard walked off the assembly line. He was the guardian of hell. The eternal fire burning in his chest was like the gaze of the devil. His hands were the sharp blades of death. His body was made of hell steel, and the metal was engraved with runes of despair.

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"The resonance of machinery and flames swallows up the tranquility of this world——"

Then, the Hellfire Engine came out with a roar.

The huge mechanical arm firmly splices the alloy plates together, and the welding sparks are like brilliant but deadly fire.

Engines slid off the assembly line one after another. They were clad in lava armor, with their cores embedded with pure energy crystal nuclei extracted from the soul furnace.

Each hellfire engine is like a moving hell, and their roar is enough to tear the world apart.

The appearance of the Enma Legion completely ignited the prelude to the destruction of Hakoden.

From the depths of the furnace, blazing flames transformed into humanoid creatures, their bodies burning with fire capable of consuming all things.

The hands of the Balrogs are constantly changing. Some wield flaming blades like spears, while others turn their arms into giant cannons that spit out destructive flames.

Like a torrent of flames, they surged out of the factory door and engulfed the entire world.

"The red torrent pours out, and the evil spirit that destroys the world stands with its head raised——"

The surrounding world quickly collapsed under the violent operation of the soul factory.

The lush green forests turned into scorched earth, the clear rivers were cut off by the hot magma, the sky was obscured by black smoke, and the light of the flames dyed the earth blood red.

Those microscopic lives that once thrived here were miserably annihilated in the endless flames.

On the other side of the Soul Forge, the Soul Coin Minting Device was operating crazily.

The blazing soul energy was suppressed into the mold, and each coin exuded an evil brilliance. The surface was engraved with twisted faces of creatures, frozen in pain forever.

These coins are not wealth, but contracts of death, the fuel that drives the hellish machine.

"A place of creation turned into a factory of destruction; a light of hope fell into eternal night."

The silver-robed wizard stood on the top of the furnace, overlooking the endless torrent of hell's creation.

There was no trace of warmth in his eyes, only cold calculation and unyielding will.

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Following his order, the Soul Factory let out a deafening roar, and countless hell creations poured out from the depths of the furnace, turning into a torrent of destruction and rushing towards the battlefield outside the world.

"The gates of hell are open, let the arrogant angels feel our wrath!"

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Xia Xiu stood quietly on top of the ruins of Ode Papadopolis, with snow falling all over the sky like silver quicksand.

The pure white light in his eyes danced faintly in his pupils, and his eyes reflected the simple silver surface of the box but full of strange rules.

Through the [Perfect Prosthetic Eye], he saw the outline of the inner contour of the box, which was a miraculous place composed of countless regular points - towering mountains, surging rivers, silver palaces shimmering on the distant horizon, and

Countless metallic figures are soaring in the sky, filled with indescribable holiness and majesty.

However, the box that is constantly shaking at this moment contains something unknown.

Under his gaze, [Dragon's Homecoming] trembled slightly, the runes on the surface of the box gradually lit up, and the silvery white light spread like ripples.

A moment later, a dazzling beam of light shot into the sky.
To be continued...