Chapter 570 Alien Underworld Dome Giant

In the sudden wail, a torrent of source material swept across and poured down from the sky.

In the furnace, the sound of countless source matter crystals breaking could be heard endlessly.

After offering such a rich sacrifice, under the auspices of the high priest, he was finally able to reach heaven.

Here the fallen gods reappear as phantoms.

Looking down into hell from the light.

Liz raised the ritual in her hand and chanted silently. Soon the sound of floods erupted from the void. As the phantoms of the gods dissipated, a slightly solid and majestic figure walked out of it.

He wears a ferocious ice-blue mask on his head, and four strange clay pots are wrapped around his waist. Thunder, heavy rain, hail, and drought follow Him.

His name is Tlaloc.

He is the lord of rain and floods, the god of drought and pestilence.

Now, he raised the sole of his foot and stepped down suddenly, leaving a footprint on the plaster of the altar, which then disappeared silently into the air.

But the moment the footprints were left, an endless torrent spewed out from under the pyramid, and the ocean raged—it looked like a flood, but it was just a spectacular qualitative change endowed by divinity.

In the blink of an eye, it swept to the end of the line of sight, covering almost half of the Dusk Country.

From the moment you set foot here, this place became His altar, and now, the place covered by light has become His holy land.

The fourth layer of the legendary thirteenth layer of the sky is the cage of the dead that inhabits countless dusk!

Using this as a wedge, he forcibly nailed himself into the hell here, plundered the territory, drew boundaries, and forcibly took over everything within the scope of the mystery.

The light rising from the Great Pyramid enveloped the land, covering nearly a third of the Dusk Land.

As the torrent swept across, countless huge machines running under the earth shook with a loud roar, breaking away from the system of the Twilight Country and becoming part of the Great Pyramid.

Miracle engraved——Tralocan, the alien land of Hades!

Even the angry flash in the central tower could not be restrained. The miraculous seal descended here and moved between heaven and earth, as if a brand new soul squeezed into this body and began to move its arms.

Then the earth was turned upside down, and countless modules rose from the ground, forming obelisks, like a forest, tearing apart the bloody rain curtain.

The earth flipped, and countless giant cannons rose up from the darkness.

It was a defensive array left here by the owners of the Purgatory Workshop, and now it is all under the control of the Ivy League.

Adjusting the direction, correcting the angle, extracting the majestic power from under the earth's crust, they aimed at the sky and ignited the fire.

The dark clouds shook, and countless gaps were torn apart by the gunfire that shot up into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a torrential rain of iron light fell from the sky. The steel ingots, which were roughly forged from source matter and steel, rubbed until red and turned into a rain of extinct meteorites, falling towards the iron crystal base.

Even from a long distance, you can still feel the burning sting.

In the bridge, the Grand Master stared silently at the approaching fire, unmoved.

The staff walking nearby seemed not to have seen this horrific scene, working calmly and operating as normal.

Only the infinite water waves around the iron crystal base trembled slightly.

The twisted gravity spread in the air, wrapping the entire giant submarine, forming an invisible deep sea, swallowing up all the cannon fire in the sky.

It can't even break through the outermost layer of defense.

Amidst the millions of artillery fires, a fiery flash of light suddenly appeared, just like a giant spirit throwing its own blade out in rage.

The light condensed into the sharp shadow of the stone-toothed sword, tearing apart the gravity of the deep sea and advancing layer by layer.

Lightning flashed around it, followed by thunder.

According to legend, the thunder in the sky is the rain god breaking the clay pot full of disaster and bringing destruction to the world.

The lightning flashed away, but nothing happened.

The stone-toothed sword disappeared out of thin air.

It's as if it never existed.

Only a majestic silhouette faintly emerged behind the huge submarine...

It was half-kneeling on the ground, like a blurry figure with its head lowered in meditation. In that brief moment, he did not reveal any air of wisdom or knowledge. Instead, he showed unparalleled power and indescribable majesty.

The huge giant squatted under the iron crystal seat.

Carrying the entire sea of ​​gravity on its back, it propped up the huge iron crystal base on its shoulders.

It firmly separates heaven and earth, making the world stable and all things unharmed.

A halo of light suddenly emerged from the sky above the iron crystal seat, and quickly opened up, covering one third of the Dusk Land, covering the heavy rain and darkness, and shrouding everything in this turmoil under its own protection.

"The man in the bottle?"

On the huge bridge of the airship, Pandron, who was in charge of things, raised his eyes and looked at the faint traces of the huge outline in astonishment.

incredible.

How could it be so fast?

Ivory Tower's iconic strategic weapon.

It is a fictional life form born from the alchemy cauldron based on the technology of artificial humans and has gone through countless improvements and creations. It is an imaginary holy spirit - Homon Cruise!

But when it has grown to such a scale, it can no longer be called a little person in a bottle that could not even leave the bottle when it was in its infancy.

It has been given a name, engraved with miracles, and has become a living miracle!

Even if it can only exist for a few short weeks, it is still an indestructible and terrifying weapon...

As long as you see the power it displays and its iconic silhouette, you can guess where the name given to it comes from.

——Dome Giant Atlas!

The great spirit who carries the earth and the sky on his shoulders.

"...You've always been like this, Mikhail."

Michelle raised her eyes and whispered coldly: "Always hide in his own corner, not playing games with others, secretive, hiding himself and his creations where others can't see... Looking back now Get up, you’ve had signs of autism since then, right?”

He asked softly: "When you have a good thing, shouldn't you first share the joy you get with your classmates?"

No one responded.

Only a sharp sound echoed in the wheel room.

It was the joystick that Michelle had grasped tightly, and now the steel was bent with rage.

"You...bastard..."

He tried his best, at all costs, and finally got one step ahead.

But when the curtain was lifted, it was discovered that the hated enemy was still not thrown away, but only barely, evenly matched. There is nothing more humiliating than the word 'evenly matched'.

Just like he had received countless times before.

Every assessment was the best, but the closer it got to the end, the more Michelle realized that the perfect score she had worked so hard to achieve was just a natural starting point for some people.

It would be nice if I could hear ridicule, and it would be okay to be laughed at and despised. But from beginning to end, all that can be gained is this indifferent attitude.

Calm and cold.

Even if he is rejected and resisted by everyone, it does not matter to him. Instead, he seems to take it as a matter of course.

Arrogant enough not to take everyone seriously...

"Put the gift on!"

For a long time, Michelle gave an expressionless order: "Being happy alone is not as good as being happy together... When you receive favors from others, you must repay them in return."

The scholar nodded, turned around and walked away quickly.

Not long after, in the huge laboratory, in the Pillar of Light, the cores of the two sub-control centers, the remains of the former King of Forging, shook with a bang.

A gray-black fire burned in the wind lantern.

And in the empty shell of a solemn statue, two lines of blood and tears silently flowed from his eyes.

In the dark space of the Dusk Country, amidst the rain of blood all over the sky, a crimson gust of wind suddenly rose out of thin air and came to this narrow space. It swelled vertically and horizontally, covering every inch of the air in an instant.

Wherever it passed, countless rainwater evaporated, and the lush green flowers and plants instantly withered and dried up. They were eroded by the terrifying high temperature and the violent toxins in the air, ushering in death.

Immediately afterwards, the falling snowflakes mixed with the heavy rain slowly fell.

The ash-like snow powder did not blend into the blood. Instead, it passed through the rain lightly and floated between the sky and the earth. It didn't take long before the whole world turned into gray.

Foehn and the Tide of Precipitation.

The horrific disaster that Huaishi had only seen in the witch's dream suddenly descended on this narrow hell.

When he was a giant beast, he had no way of understanding the terrifying power of these two, but when he truly felt their existence, he couldn't help but feel his scalp numb.

The erosion species hiding in every corner have already let out hoarse screams.

Anyone who is contaminated by a trace of gray sediment will experience mental erosion and pain that is not inferior to gray. The originally clear sense of reason will quickly pass away as the precipitation continues to increase, and in the end it will completely fall into madness, throwing itself into the foehn wind and heavy rain.

Seeking death.

He was aging rapidly, but before dying of old age, he died painfully under the burning and poisonous wind of the foehn. In the end, only a miserable corpse was left in the rain of blood.

The current Duskland has become an out-and-out hell.

In addition to the spontaneous combustion of the scorching sun and the petrifying curse of darkness, there is also the decaying blood rain of the Iron Crystal Seat, as well as the foehn wind and precipitation tide of the Ivy League...

Five deadly curses filled every inch of the place, almost turning this place into a desperate situation.

Without protection, the moment of exposure is doomed to tragic death.

But it didn't take long for Huaishi to see the thin white mist slowly spreading from the end of his sight. It was as light and fluttering as a layer of white gauze. It was hard to tell if it was there or not, but it covered the earth gently...

The corners of Huai Shi's eyes began to beat wildly.

curse.

The sixth kind...

Just by looking at the sporadic glow of source matter rising on the earth, you can tell what happened. ,

That’s the ‘return gift’ from the Iron Crystal Seat

Under the erosion of the mist, the source of those corrosive species began to dissipate, and it was being lost every moment.

If this kind of thing happened to the soul of the sublimated person, it would be a tragic situation comparable to a massive blood loss. I am afraid that the soul would collapse and completely GG in less than five minutes.

Do you want to be so cruel?

Huai Shi was stunned.

He has already foreseen a future in which the Land of Twilight is covered by countless curses...

Hurry up and hurry up, finally I didn’t let go on the first anniversary. I wish everyone a happy Women’s Day.