The bronze spear tore open the curtain of the box garden.

The sky darkened with the arrival of the Bronze Spear, and then, a scene called an apocalyptic scroll began to slowly unfold on the ruins of Ode Papadopolis.

As the roar of the Bronze Dragon God resounded through the sky, the silver box garden opened completely, and a radiance full of majesty and sacredness spewed out from it, piercing the sky.

The radiance dyed the sky into a metallic color, and then countless metal dragons emerged from the radiance.

They fluttered their wings, and their huge figures covered the entire sky, blocking the drifting wind and snow, forming a magnificent war mural.

The dragons soared into the sky, disorderly but with some primitive rhythm.

The golden dragons are at the forefront, their huge figures like burning golden meteors, their scales flashing with dazzling holy light; the silver dragons follow closely behind, spreading their wings and soaring like a river of stars, refracting the scattered snow light into broken dreams; and

Copper dragons, bronze dragons and brass dragons swept across the sky like a tide, their roars intertwined into battlefield horns, stirring the ice, snow and air between heaven and earth.

On the periphery of the dragon group, two titanium dragons slowly flew out of the box garden.

The Titanium Dragon is like a huge battleship, gliding slowly at the end of the group of dragons, adding the finishing touch to this unparalleled aerial spectacle.

However, that's not all.

When the dragons in the sky spread their wings and filled the sky, the earth began to stir.

Billowing black smoke spewed out from the cracks in the ruins, the furnace of the soul factory was burning, and the harsh roar of machinery and the wail of souls echoed in the wind and snow.

The blazing red light dyed the cold ruins into a purgatory-like color, and along with the trembling earth veins, mechanical giants rose from the fire of hell.

The huge hellfire engines roared and crushed the earth, their wheels were like the claws of steel beasts, tearing the earth into scorched earth with every turn.

The Burning Guards hold flaming war spears and pour out of the furnace in a steady stream, their neat steps like the rhythm of death.

Further away, the Balrog Legion swarmed out of the flames. Their twisted figures were like the waves of hell. The blazing flames engulfed everything, and even the ice and snow turned into steam under their feet.

And those crazy minions did not stop, they were frantically assembling mechanical creations in the flames of hell.

Pieces of hellish weapons shining with runes were formed in their hands. The huge exoskeleton was covered with ignited eternal fire. The roar of machinery and the roar of flames intertwined, pushing the atmosphere of the battlefield to a climax.

The soaring dragons and the roar of hell's creation seemed to have reached some strange balance at this moment.

The opposing forces of the sky and the earth converge in this land of ice and snow, forming a turbulent and shocking war picture.

The air was filled with a chilling smell, and the smell of metal and flames was overwhelming. The bronze dragon god summoned by the bronze spear was in the center, spreading its wings, and its huge figure was like a pillar in the sky.

Above the sky, with the complete liberation of [Dragon's Homecoming], the entire world of the Naga Ring began to undergo earth-shaking changes.

The sky that originally enveloped each continent began to collapse, and curvature fluctuations visible to the naked eye emerged from the depths of the plane, whether it was the continent of Akares, the continent of Zerkos, or Lortan, who was currently dominated by dragons and hell creations.

The whole mainland has felt this unprecedented shock.

The projected stars in the sky were out of order, as if they were forcibly disordered by an invisible giant hand. Virtual galaxies fell from the sky, and the order between heaven and earth was lost.

In the center of the collapse, a huge black dot slowly emerged, swallowing the surrounding light like a bottomless abyss.

Among the dots, a huge book is slowly floating, the pages are turning rapidly, and countless ancient and complex runes are spilling out of the book.

These runes are like spiritual streams, flying in all directions, condensing and embedding on the bodies of giant dragons and hell creatures, giving them even more terrifying power.

On the titanium dragon in the sky, two dark ripple rings are constantly rotating. The energy fluctuations between the rings seem to echo the books, but their operation seems unstable, sometimes flickering, sometimes shaking, as if they may lose control at any time.

The figures of the titanium dragons became increasingly unreal, and their silver-blue scales began to glow with flowing dark light, like the projection of an unknown realm.

And above the ground, between the ruins of Ode Papadopolis and the wreckage of the floating city, Xia Xiu stood on the scorched earth intertwined with wind, snow and flames.

He slowly inserted the [Lever of Heaven] in his right hand into the ground. The silver staff emitted an incredible shimmer and merged with the ground, like an axis running through heaven and earth.

His left hand casually tugged on his collar, and a brilliant smile appeared on his face. There was joking, fearlessness, and even a hint of excitement in that smile.

Behind his head, the three haloes that symbolized the crown were quietly growing in size. The white jade-like light flowed like a liquid. The edges of the haloes gradually overflowed with pure white steam that did not belong to this plane, dyeing everything around them with a sense of transcendent sanctity.

breath.

"The old turtle is so desperate that he really dares to be cruel."

Xia Xiu murmured in a low voice, with a hint of coldness in his tone.

His gaze swept across the collapsing sky and the book that kept turning pages, through the chaotic stars, and gazed at the core of the entire battlefield.

The halo behind him became more and more dazzling in silence, like three blazing suns rising slowly, making the figure of the fourth sword holder in heaven look like a god descended into the world.

When the halo behind the fourth sword-wielding man in heaven became larger and larger, the light between heaven and earth suddenly became unbalanced.

The originally jade-like radiance of the triple halo began to expand, becoming more intense and dazzling, and finally resembled three slowly rotating white suns, reflecting every inch of the sky into pure brilliance.

Xia Xiu's figure gradually blurred under the halo, but there was no sign of dissipating.

At this moment, [Metatron] who was fighting in the distance stopped moving, his six wings spread out like blades, and then his figure cut through the sky like a golden thread, and instantly returned behind Xia Xiu, turning into

A stream of light filled with holiness and destruction completely merged with Xia Xiu's body.

The next moment, the world seemed to have stopped.

Light exploded from where they were, rising like a sunrise, and a white sun rose from between the sky and the earth.

This is not the sun in the conventional sense, but a miracle that transcends cognition - the white light is not blazing, but carries a kind of majesty and purity, making ice, snow, dragons, and the flames of hell seem insignificant.

And the white sun began to change slowly. As it rose, wings appeared - as many as thirty-six pairs.

They stretch out from the ball of light like real creatures. They are so white that they are almost transparent, but they seem to contain the rhythm of the world. Each feather exudes a brilliance that cannot be seen directly.

The wings unfolded extremely fast. In an instant, thirty-six pairs of wings covered half of the sky, and the heaven and earth were divided into two realms: the holy and the secular.

Immediately afterwards, countless tiny eyes began to appear on the surface of the sun.

Each eye is like a brilliant gem condensed from endless light, and the number continues to increase, reaching 365,000 in an instant.

These eyes are neatly arranged on the surface of the wings and light sphere, like a sacred geometric composition, but full of indescribable oppression.

All the eyes flowed at the same time, and the shining light formed countless complex runes and sacred patterns, which were engraved on the sky.

The entire sky has completely turned into a sea of ​​light at this moment.

And the huge "Sun Angel" gradually showed its clear outline.

Its body is no longer a form that humans can describe, but is like a pure miracle.

Its face is brighter than the sun and cannot be looked directly at - it is a kind of beauty and majesty that transcends human understanding, full of compassion and merciless judgment.
Chapter completed!