Chapter 181 The Aftermath of War
The edge of the dark night forest.
The dense swarm of insects stepped through the brown rotting leaves and came to the edge of the sparse pine forest.
The fluttering dragonflies flutter towards the endless open plains in the autumn wind.
Thousands of ears of ripe late rice are hanging down, and a few wisps of fireworks float out from the roofs of houses scattered on the plain, giving off a faint smell of bread and barbecue.
As the sun gradually rose, a low vibration gradually appeared in the cool air.
The ferocious-looking lizardmen were the first to rush out of the forest. They roared and rushed towards the direction where the smell of meat was coming from.
Large pieces of golden straw fell to the ground, and the lizardmen running toward the building were like unscrupulous tornadoes, destroying anything in their way, leaving a mess behind.
Mixed in among these modified lizardmen are the "different scale lizards" that constantly change the color of their scales as the surrounding environment changes.
Shouts of fear echoed from scattered buildings on the plain, ending in screams.
The bloodthirsty and cold-hearted modified lizard man spit out his long and slender tongue from his big mouth that exuded a fishy smell, licking the bloody flesh stuffed between the dark yellow fangs.
Their bellies bulged and trembled slightly, casting their dim and dangerous eyes towards the towns further away.
More modified lizardmen passed over these leaders of their kind and rushed hungrily towards the town where their companions' sight fell.
I don't know which lizard man accidentally bumped into the burning stoves in the house while running.
The wood crackled with a hiss.
The rolling tongues of flames followed the fuel spilled on the ground, eventually forming a rising flame that engulfed the entire building.
The smoke inside the house became thicker and thicker, and soon a gray flag was fluttering in the sky.
In the arrow towers at the four corners of the town, the soldiers who noticed strange things and the incoming tide of beasts blew warning whistles with pale faces, breaking the quiet morning of the fertile plain.
The roaring thunder exploded in the ears of the dwarf coalition soldiers.
In the violent storm, the coalition warships advanced among the rough waves.
The ship was filled with soldiers shouting curses at the weather, and officers barking out shouts to convey orders.
The whirlpool of the sea, which was so huge that it was difficult to see the edge, swirled around the dwarf coalition fleet.
In the center of the sea whirlpool, ferocious and terrifying underwater monsters emerged from the sea.
They either extend their smooth, tough, huge tentacles with suction cups and wrap around the coalition steam warships, or they use the horns on their heads and the fangs in their mouths to crash into the side of the warships recklessly and savagely.
In such a noisy environment, the melodious and clear singing echoed in the ears of every sailor on the coalition warship.
Their violent mood swings quickly calmed down, and the crew members relaxed and gradually came up with the idea of immersing themselves in the gentle sea and enjoying the peace of the moment forever.
In the dark clouds, the angel holding the golden lamp aloft came down bathed in the holy light.
Appearing with Him were also those little angels with white wings on their backs.
These cute-looking little angels circled the coalition warship lightly and cheerfully, showering flower petals on the soldiers who had rushed onto the deck and clung to the edge of the fence.
Those soldiers who were seduced by the singing instantly found themselves again.
They panicked and pulled out the muskets at their waists, and shot deadly projectiles at the mermaid monsters that emerged from the sea and looked as beautiful as the sirens in ancient legends.
Guns fired.
The monsters and mermaids in the sea were stained with blood under the ruthless gunfire of the warships.
After the sea monsters were injured, their attacks became more ferocious.
Their frequent collisions made the tightly riveted steel shell of the warship creak.
And those sea monsters with thick tentacles were constantly beating the steel warship.
The suction cups they touched on the surface expanded violently, spitting out a large amount of strange dark green gas at the soldiers on the warship. The mermaids' singing was interrupted momentarily, and they uttered frightened exclamations and hid in the sea while protecting their injured companions.
The ordinary angels who came together with the angel incarnations had their beautiful faces cracked open, revealing their radiant eyes, staring at the enemies who had most of their bodies hidden under the water.
The sea monsters seen by the eyes of these ordinary angels had bright marks on their bodies.
No matter how they change their body shape or twist their bodies, those bright marks seem to be innate, firmly locking and showing their fatal vitality.
The shining angel incarnate looked at the sea with his light green and gold eyes.
His face was expressionless, and his cold eyes were enough to make any living soul tremble.
"Destruction."
The descending angel incarnates and whispers the sacred and majestic heavenly language.
Those sea monsters that were making trouble one moment seemed to have their lifelines cut off by the God of Death the next moment.
Their bodies, flowing with warm blood, became cold and stiff, and death came quietly, taking away their violence and ferocity.
Before they could wait for the survivors of the disaster, the coalition forces cheered in victory.
The resonant bell rang, and the space and sea water surged and changed together.
Huge steel warships rushed out of the whirlpool of the sea, firing continuous cannonballs at the angels and warships in the sky and sea.
A large number of howitzers exploded like fireworks, and the shining brilliance even eclipsed the angels flying in the air.
Sumo stood at the bow of the fleet, holding the opened [History of Time] and chanting softly.
Goblins carrying javelins and longbows jumped out of the pages of the book and swarmed onto the deck like weasels.
Dark clouds once again obscured the sun, and violent winds and waves intertwined, trying to capsize the coalition warships guarded by the angels.
A crescent moon that looked like it was stained with blood replaced the shining sun.
Broken star shadows floated on the turbulent sea surface, breaking with the waves, and then quickly gathered together.
Those ordinary angels suddenly found that the spiritual bodies they used to descend were gathered together uncontrollably, attracted by the moonlight and starlight.
Even the powerful angel who ruled them took the initiative to flap the angel wings behind him to disperse this mysterious and special power.
"Eternal."
Ye Xing announced in a calm tone behind Quan Angel.
His figure rapidly switches between the states of "presence" and "nothing".
The blank pages of the [History of Time] in Sumo's hand kept flickering with images, and he passively tried to record this scene, but ultimately failed to record it.
Ye Xing stood behind the angel Quan, posing in a weird posture as if he was putting something into the angel's body.
He unlocked the seals of the two "Phaseless Scales" against the "Time Scale" and allowed this terrifying power of time to erupt in Quan Angel's body.
The time curse called "eternity" instantly stopped the thinking and actions of this "Angel of Power", allowing him to stay at this moment forever.
The power of time that erupted in Angel Quan quickly spread to the surroundings and established contact with a certain supreme being in the dark.
It seemed that the next moment it would be recalled and disappear from Ye Xing's eyes.
"Hmph! Want to escape?"
Ye Xing once again activated the power of the "Phaseless Scale", wrapping and sealing it with the incarnation of the Angel of Quan in front of him.
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