Chapter 553 Midwinter Purging Night VIII

Buzz——

The sky above the battlefield in Whispering Square was suddenly immersed in a suffocating silence.

Darkness began to gather, a coolness filled the air, and then, a huge shadow form slowly emerged.

From the night spear in Eric's hand, the curling dark tendrils began to spread, twisting and rotating, emitting a strange purple aura.

The purple light surrounding these tendrils shines with ominous light, and in the core of this darkness, purple eyeballs appear from time to time, as deep as the abyss, watching everything on the battlefield.

These dark tendrils stretch out like living creatures, and every movement is full of brutal power and oppressive terror.

Every creature they touch, whether friend or foe, feels a bone-deep coldness and an irresistible sinking feeling, as if being swallowed by eternal darkness.

When the darkness is completely formed, the entire battlefield seems to be dominated by this terrifying dark force.

Eric stood at the center of this force, holding the Night Spear. His face was no longer tired and pale, but was replaced by an almost saint-like calmness and determination.

His eyes were cold, like the coldest predator in the abyss, ready to use his power to destroy all obstacles in front of him.

The troops of the Administration had to stop their progress in the face of this sudden dark force. Many black-robed officers were trapped by this invisible fear, and their suppressed exclamations and whispers came from the dark night. .

On the other side of the battlefield, Lyra Dreamweaver became the embodiment of light.

Golden light poured out of her body like liquid gold, covering her whole body in dazzling holy light.

This light not only covered her body, but also formed three slender ribbons of light. They danced in the air, flowing with soft but strong brilliance.

Laila's footsteps lifted off the ground and rose slowly. After a brief pause, her figure suspended steadily in the air, like the brightest star in the sky.

Under her, Eric, the head of the Shadow Weaver family, turned into a terrifying existence in the abyss. The two formed a sharp contrast: one was the aloof Holy Light Messenger, and the other was the shadow master in the abyss. Laila's light and Eric's dark tendrils complement each other, like a duel between angels and devils. Together, they form a landscape that cannot be ignored on the battlefield.

[High-risk Meme Effect spread detected——]

[Sanity value is too low! ]

[The sanity value is too low! ]

[Sanity value is too low! ]

The frontline think tank [Adam] urgently adjusted his tactics. Most of the black-robed operators began to retreat slowly, and a larger torrent of steel was approaching.

Among them are the Mole who drives the Titan and the Blue Bull who is bleeding all over.

"Qingniu, prepare for the final assault. I will use the fire given by the director to hold them two down. There is only less than a minute left. When I activate the fire, You use that to seize the last portal." Mole in the cockpit said to Qing Niu through the genealogy channel.

“Well, this distance is enough.”

Qing Niu nodded, then took off his tactical helmet and looked at the two abnormal figures floating in the sky. At this moment, the Mem pollution emitted by them was increasing exponentially, so when he took off his tactical helmet , his eyes began to shed tears involuntarily.

“The beasts in my body are eager to eat...”

Special operator Ao Niu, the recipient of divine grace, Evan Rowell said.

"Then, let's start!"

The mole did not hesitate to activate the fire, the God of All Opportunities, that resided in his body.

Hum——

“The heavens drop from above,

The sky rains down righteousness;

The ground cracks and produces salvation,

Let righteousness happen together;

This is all created by Om Messiah. "

Crash~~

When the "Ohm Messiah's Fire" is activated, the blue data flame is like a surging tide, quickly covering every war machine on the battlefield.< br>
The solid shell of the Titan-class heavy war mech began to flash with irregular data flow patterns, and the surrounding [Punisher I Soul Tank], [Street Fighting Beast] spiritual armored vehicle and [Basilisk] self-defense vehicle The surfaces of the artillery and other machinery were also surrounded by the same blue flames.

The first was the heavy turret of the [Punisher I Soul Tank], which slowly disintegrated into independent armor plates and gun barrels. With the sound of mechanical clicks, these parts were pulled by invisible forces and moved towards Titan's right arm. They docked accurately in the air, forming a huge cannon arm, and the barrel was finely adjusted in preparation for firing.

Then there are the swift mechanical arms of the [Street Fighting Beast] spiritual armored vehicles, and their agile silhouettes. These parts break down into multiple joints and robotic arms, which assemble in the air in a precise mechanical dance and attach to the Titan's left side, forming a powerful melee weapon set with astonishing striking power.

[Basilisk] The long-barreled turret and high-pressure shell storage compartment of the self-propelled artillery are assembled towards the back of the Titan.

These parts are reassembled in the air to form a huge firepower platform, and the barrel can rotate 360 degrees to provide devastating fire support in any direction.

The Titan's solid armor began to mutate, and the surrounding war machines, such as the [Punisher Type I Soul Tank] and [Street Fighting Beast], were also surrounded by the same flames, and their components disintegrated into countless pieces. Clean parts, such as gears, pistons, cranks and steam pipes...

[Giant Messiah (Type I)——]

Within seconds, these parts merged into a giant war god - the Titan Messiah.

This 30-meter-high mechanical giant has a Titan-class war mecha as its core, plus a combination of various war weapons, forming an unprecedented combat structure.

Dong——

Its legs are as solid as a rock, and its steps are firm and powerful. Every step it takes is accompanied by slight earthquakes on the ground.

There is no nonsense. After completing [Integration], Priest Steel Seal raised his hand in the classic starting gesture of the Mechanical Cult. This move was also a skill that Xia Xiu "learned" when he was in the Earth's Core Civilization.

Buzz!

Buzz! !

Buzz buzz! ! !

[Roar of the Machine God——]

The chest device of the Titan Messiah suddenly lit up, and a dazzling beam of light focused out, pointing directly at the two heads of family in front
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Boom——

This beam concentrates all available energy, and its brightness and heat are enough to incinerate everything that blocks its path.

At the same time, the two family heads showed no signs of weakness and released their ultimate power.

The tentacles of the master of the Shadow Interweaver family are like messengers of the night, releasing rolling waves of dark energy. These black dead lights meet the beams of light, tearing the night sky apart and creating a violent energy conflict.

The incarnation of the Holy Light transformed by the owner of the Dream Weaving House is waving a huge lightsaber. The sword light falling from the sky cuts through the clouds and cuts towards the giant with the power of judgment.

The impact of the two forces caused an unprecedented release of energy. The surrounding air was instantly evaporated by the ultra-high temperature, and the dust on the ground was rolled up to form a huge mushroom cloud.

Rumble——————————

The shock wave swept across the battlefield, and even the fortifications and combat units in the distance felt the shock of this power.

When the mushroom cloud disappeared, the air on the battlefield seemed to have solidified.

Pfft~

The mechanical roar of countless combat machines seemed particularly harsh in an instant.

The Titan Messiah, this huge mechanical giant that has just begun to show its power on the battlefield, sparks are flying from the gaps between its parts, the cannon holes are overheated due to continuous firing, and the oozing oil and The smell of hot metal mixed with the smell of gunpowder smoke enveloped the entire battlefield.

The endless tentacles transformed by Eric have slowly lost their former flexibility and strength. Now they hang low, like withered plants, swinging feebly in mid-air.

And Laila Dreamweaver, whose golden light was once as dazzling as the sun, has now become dim. Her three ribbons of light, which had once danced in the sky with splendid splendors of light, now looked broken and frail.

Suddenly, Eric's tentacles quickly stretched out into a seemingly empty space, his eyes full of fear and despair.

At this moment, an invisible force of terror surged out of the void, as if it struck directly from the unknown abyss. There, the air began to twist, as if being torn apart by some invisible gravity, forming a tiny but bottomless black hole.

"Impossible! How could he appear here..." Eric's voice was full of panic.

In front of the gate of the plane, Qing Niu did not know when and where he appeared.

At this moment, the surrounding space was subtly distorted, as if all the light was converging on the green bull.

Qingniu's image began to undergo drastic changes. The surface of his body was gradually covered with countless eyes, each eye flashing with cold light, peeping at everything around him.

These eyes are not only a symbol of vision, but also a manifestation of their ability to hunt across time and space.

The surrounding space seems to react to these eyes and begins to fluctuate, as if under the gaze of these eyes, time and space themselves become bendable and malleable.

[Those who receive divine favor and powerful blessing——]

『Second Legion·Stalkers who travel through angles! 』

The six hundred and sixty-sixth legion marched forward carrying Evan Rowell.

"No..."

As Qingniu stepped forward, he and his stalkers instantly appeared in front of the door of the last plane.

These mysterious stalkers have shown their terrifying instincts. Their figures are vague and uncertain, as if they exist in multiple dimensions at the same time.

They began to contact the plane door, and the strange energy flowing out of the door was greedily absorbed by them, just like a hungry herd finding long-lost food.

Eric felt horrified when he saw this scene.

He tried to use the power of the Night Lady to prevent this disaster, but the stalkers who traveled through the angle seemed immune to his power. The black death light emitted by his tentacles was twisted and absorbed the moment it came into contact with the stalker, leaving no trace.

As the hounds devoured the plane door, the door gradually lost its luster and began to crack. As the energy of the door was extracted, the balance of power in the entire Whispering Square began to change. The stability of the space is destroyed, and the surrounding scene begins to blur and distort, like a broken picture.

“Roar——”

Just when the two family heads were in despair, they found a glimmer of hope when they looked up at the sky.

The air was filled with the smell of coldness and thunder. The huge white dragon army was like divine soldiers descending from the sky, cutting through the clouds with their huge bodies, dyeing the entire sky with a layer of ice. .

The scene in the sky has undergone a dramatic change. From the original battle-torn battlefield, it has now become a spectacular sky drama. With the arrival of the white dragon army, the sky seemed to be swept by huge dragon wings, and the clouds were torn apart, bringing with it an icy breath and the gleam of thunder and lightning.

These huge white dragons immediately changed the appearance of the battlefield. Their wingspan is as broad as the sky, and every time they flap their wings, the wind and clouds change colors and thunder roars.

The icy air flow accompanied their every movement, bringing a chill to the scorched earth battlefield.

The dragon's breath exhaled from the dragon's throat was like the cold current in winter, filling the air with layers of white cold mist.

With their arrival, the originally dark sky seemed to be lit up by the power of these white dragons, showing a mysterious and glorious blue.

In the sky above the battlefield, the super-sized white dragon that was promoted to the Dragon of Saints looked particularly terrifying. Its whole body was covered with dense white worms, and each worm was squirming, as if weaving a terrifying web on its huge body. These worms add an incredible layer of wildness and intimidation to the white dragon, making its presence on the battlefield even more prominent and terrifying.

The originally gentle and pure white eyes had completely mutated at this moment, turning into huge fireballs burning with blue flames.

This pair of fireball eyes burned in the dark night, projecting a faint blue light, giving its surroundings a layer of coolness and deathly silence.

Whenever it glances across, the scorching blue flames seem to ignite the air, causing the surrounding temperature to drop.

When Eric saw this scene, his face was ecstatic:

"Gods bless us!!!"

Boom——

Silent The atmosphere was broken, and bursts of thunder like the wrath of the gods came from the sky, highlighting the coming storm.

The Saint Dragon and other dragons controlled by the leader of the Dragon Breath Alchemist Family charged towards the Blue Bull.

"Roar!!!!"

With their arrival, deafening dragon roars echoed in the air, as if they were a declaration of challenge to Qingniu.

Subsequently, the entire battlefield was covered by the dragon's breath that was frozen for thousands of miles, and the battle on the ground was instantly frozen by this powerful cold force, bringing a brief tranquility to the battlefield.

Qingniu stagnated in the face of this sudden attack.

His body covered by countless eyes seemed to lose color in an instant. As the cold dragon's breath came into contact with his body, his figure began to become blurred, as if he might be completely swallowed by this power at any time.

But he did not dodge, his hand was still pressed tightly against the door. He did not let the legion protect him, but let the legion speed up the pace of advancement. His consciousness was completely disconnected at this moment. .

At this time, the head of the Lonely Voice family on the dragon's back acted like a god controlling thunder.

He stood on the broad back of the dragon, with a hard and slippery platform made of dragon scales under his feet.

The thunderclouds in the sky seemed to obey his call and began to gather. The roar was deafening, and the atmosphere was full of oppression and uneasy omens.

The trident in his hand was no longer a simple weapon, but turned into an energy rod, the tip of which flashed with a light strong enough to cut through the night.

Thunder and lightning gathered around the trident, winding into a spherical light group, emitting a dazzling blue-white light.

His eyes were firm and cold, with no hesitation or fear on the battlefield, only absolute control over the coming destructive power.

When he raised the trident, the entire sky seemed to hold its breath, and a huge electric field was formed between the thunder and lightning and the clouds.

“Go to hell, lackeys of heaven!!!!”

With his roar, Maurice Haisheng suddenly swung his trident downward.

Pfft————————

The voltage in the air reached the extreme, and a huge lightning that was wider than the city wall fell from the sky. It was too fast to be caught with the naked eye, leaving only A fiery ray streaked across the night sky.

This thunder was like the wrath of the gods, splitting open the darkness and hitting the ground where the green bull was.

Before the lightning struck the ground, the soil and stones on the ground were evaporated first, and the air was filled with the smell of scorched earth and ozone.

[Progress of Plane Expedition: 8/8]

Tick-tock——

Buzz——

The ticking of the clock and the roar of lightning suddenly sounded, and the people on the battlefield The air suddenly became still, and everyone blinked and stared ahead.

The blazing lightning struck at the green bull like the wrath of the gods. This scene seemed to be a foregone conclusion and there was no way to reverse it.

However, at this critical moment, a hand that seemed ordinary but contained endless power appeared out of thin air, like a supreme hand that stirred reality from nothingness.

The skin of this palm is white and the lines are smooth, almost exuding an inhuman perfection and indifference.

A complex "8" shape [Mobius strip] is engraved on the palm of his hand, surrounding the profound mystery of the universe.

The moment the thunder and lightning came into contact with this mysterious symbol, the space seemed to be distorted, time stagnated, and everything around them lost their color.

Pfft~

At the moment of contact, the lightning was miraculously shattered, as if fragile glass was shattered in front of a hard diamond.

With a gentle squeeze of that hand, the power of thunder dispersed in the wind like crushed paper scraps.

The master waved lightly, and the remaining arcs and sparks in his hand were scattered aside. It was as simple as sweeping away the dust.

Then, the smell of burning and electric shock filled the air, and the owner of the hand slowly revealed its form.

He stood in front of Qingniu, with a calm expression, as if the feat he just performed was just a daily trivial matter.

At this moment, the battlefield was extremely silent, and everyone stared blankly at the blond young man who suddenly appeared.

On the battlefield under continuous artillery fire, his figure was like a nobleman walking out of a painting. He had both an elegant temperament and a calmness that was rare on the battlefield.

The black formal suit is well-tailored, and the red double-breasted vest is in sharp contrast with the white shirt, giving it a somewhat classical romantic style. Wearing a black top hat, he looked particularly elegant and formal, and he held a silver cane in his right hand.

At this time, Xia Xiu tapped Qing Niu's shoulder with his left hand. The latter fainted on the ground, with a look of pain on his face, as if he had just endured unspeakable torture.

His voice was gentle and encouraging:

"You did a good job, Evan."

His tone contained both appreciation and a hint of imperceptible appreciation. As his words fell, the shadows under his feet began to squirm strangely, as if Has a life of its own.

The mysterious creatures inhabiting the green bull - the six hundred and sixty-six hunters, seemed to feel some kind of call, and they slowly swam out of the unconscious green bull. One by one, they rushed to the feet of the fourth sword holder in the Kingdom of Heaven.

These shadow creatures rotated gently on his toes, and then gently kissed the toes of his shoes like a lover's kiss, expressing their loyalty and obedience to their master.

Qingniu's tense body slowly relaxed, and he fell to the ground meekly, breathing rhythmically and falling into a deep sleep.

He was a little tired and needed a nap.

The director is here, he can rest assured and sleep for a while, even if this is a battlefield now, it doesn't matter.

In the gloom before dawn, Xia Xiu stood on the ruins after the war. His eyes slowly moved away from the unconscious Qingniu and towards the Whispering Square that was burned by artillery fire.

The scene of dilapidation and ruins looked particularly desolate in the morning light, but his expression was surprisingly calm, even with a relieved smile.

Gently, he took off the black top hat on his head, held it elegantly on his chest, and then opened his arms as if to embrace the whole world.

Buzz——

Three halos like mutton-fat white jade suddenly appeared slowly behind him. These haloes are white and flawless, exuding a soft and warm radiance, like the first ray of sunshine in winter, dispelling the cold and haze of the long night.

With the appearance of the halo, an unfathomable and divine power began to flow out of Xia Xiu's body.

This power was like a tide, centered on him and spreading to all directions.

He took a deep breath of cold air, which was fresh and smelling of gunpowder smoke after the war. Then, he said in a low and joyful voice:

"Everyone, Midwinter Happy Holidays.”