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Act 1: Overture in the Forest Chapter 72: Curtain Call of the Overture

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    What will happen if you throw a piece of cold ice into boiling oil?  The extremely opposite attributes clashed violently. Nieron and his Hellfire original let out a sharp and low roar, and their bodies suddenly swelled, tearing hundreds of small gaps, and the dark green flames seemed to be out of control.  gushing.  "Ahhhhhhh!" It seemed like countless sharp swords were going in and out of every part of the body, but what was more terrifying than this was that the violent thoughts that had been suppressed for a long time and belonged to the gods were awakened.  Zeuxkel is not as powerful as Nieron, but closer to madness. Its icy soul fragments explode directly in the spiritual sea.  There were roars and curses everywhere, and the hellfire instinct's disgust for the cold and the god's urge to kill each other overwhelmed Nielon's reason.  Fighting and struggling, Nieron felt like he had returned to his wandering career in the star world. All creatures were enemies, with no home and no safety.  He finally regained the port of reason, but soon fell into a more terrifying nightmare - his perfect elf body was destroyed.  Like a rotten corpse soaked in venom after three days of death, it swelled and festered.  He trembled and looked at his flawless palm until his fingers fell off one by one.  Everything was over, thousands of years of struggle and planning, thousands of years of hope were shattered.  Even a will as strong as steel cannot bear another struggle, let alone he has no chance.  The extreme conflict of souls left this body riddled with holes, and uncontrollable flames flew everywhere. His independent soul and godhead merged again, but they were like a pot of rotten porridge.  “Everything is over, all thoughts are lost No, not yet.  Nieron raised his head, his bright elf eyes glowed with blood, and his bright long hair turned into withered grass and fell off one by one.  I was born from hatred but refused to accept this fate. Now I am still returning to the track of divine evil. If this is the case, then let's hate!  … …Lesatos and Eraduni exited the pocket plane as soon as the god went berserk.  I guess that small place cannot withstand the torment of a crazy "god".  But it wasn't much stronger outside. The earth of the Kingdom of God was cracked, and thousands of red lightnings in the sky tore the space apart. The two of them could only float in mid-air.  "When he comes out in a while, you can restrain him. I'm going to prepare a legendary spell." The illithid's eyes widened: "Me again? When did you get used to squeezing the juice out of your allies?" "It's not necessary in the first place, so who called it?  The Eternal Blazing Sun was accidentally consumed early." Lesatos opened his arms, and his body slowly spread out. The flames were no longer the platinum color of Bahamut, and he took back the power of the Cangqing Shengtan.  Iraduni could clearly feel that this was not pure fire.  It was completely different from the violence displayed on the snowy mountain top.  It expanded slowly, like flowing liquid heat.  Even if you are close at hand, you cannot feel the heat, and the energy is tightly and completely preserved.  The light is getting bigger and bigger, and the layers and lines can be clearly seen, the slender tail, the powerful hind limbs, and the scales with flowing light.  Lesatos opened his eyes and stretched his wingspan, which could cover half of Green City.  His body was still burning.  But it is based on the will of the golden dragon, with magic as the skeleton and flame as flesh and blood.  But the flame is him, but he is not the flame.  Lesatos fully unfolded his body of flame for the first time.  A huge body made of liquid fire.  Iraduni couldn't help but secretly marveled that the golden dragon was not a fire element or a fire giant, and there was no future for him on the path of pure flame, so he created his own flame.  Just like the dark evil flames of Nielon.  This unnamed fire is as quiet and secluded as the mage.  Hidden with unimaginable explosive power and uses.  The chant of Lesatos resounded throughout the world, and his claws kept changing.  Eraduni suddenly thought of what the phrase "it was not used" meant. If the Eternal Blazing Sun is used in this state, the superimposed power of the two legendary spells The illithid decided to take action, otherwise it would be a waste of words.  All rights are gone.  He took out the magic steel scepter and raised the ruby ????stick head high.  "Such a brilliant scene of destruction is a tribute to darkness and destruction! My most powerful Lord, please come together to witness the beginning of the Holy War!" The evil power gathered at the top of the scepter, and its density made Lesatos  Sideways glance.  A black eyeball appears. If you look closely, you will find that it is composed of thousands of evil charms, many more than Nielon has to complete the taming.  "Roar!" The hellfire tearing plane appeared, completely surrendering its soul to the evil deity.  【The Gaze of the Lord of Hell】!  The eyeballs suddenly opened, and terrifying thoughts shot out from the eyes, staring at the hellfire.  The latter's forward momentum stopped completely and froze in mid-air.  The green flames, blood, and residue on his body were blown backward into lines, but he couldn't move forward any further.  The shock didn’t last long, and the eyes turned to Lesatos before disappearing, and the golden dragon could understand the meaning of Asmodeus’ eyes——?Don’t forget the contract.  He turned to Nieron, who gave his last madness. You and I are both abandoned by fate. The difference is that it slapped me twice, but you fell into its arms without knowing it.  There is no ray, no magic ball, Lesatos just bends his neck, which is hundreds of Sammy long, and then lets the spell be emitted in the form of dragon breath.  The moment the golden energy flow spurted out, the huge body dimmed, as if the golden dragon sprayed out all of itself.  The dragon's breath is neither turbulent nor burning, just like sublimated and vaporized gold. A soft and bright light mist surrounds the god, restraining all its movements. As the concentration of the light mist becomes higher and higher, the bright golden color is the only thing Nielon can perceive.  of.  In this quiet light, he seemed to see the door to the kingdom of Avandor open, the Elas clan blaring their horns to welcome the arrival of the new god, the elven gods standing in two rows with friendly and gentle smiles, and finally, Corellon  With a loving and majestic face, he stretched out his arms towards the wanderer returning home "Father God" The light mist shrank into a ball, then dispersed, and Lesatos also returned to his original body.  He weakly raised his head and looked at the gem floating in the air.  This is a huge beautiful crystal half a Sami long, a regular tetrahedron, an equilateral triangle from any direction, the flawless color is like a dream, Lesatos can see it through the reflection of every edge.  The collapsed Kingdom of God seemed like Nieron was trying to remember the final doomsday scene.  Lesatos grabbed it in the palm of his hand, and could feel that the blazing divine fire was still not extinguished, and a few broken priests remained in it.  Holding it, he immediately took over the command of the laws of the Kingdom of God. He could clearly see the laws breaking one by one, and he could hear the dying calls of Tia fanatics in the distant forest.  "It's over. Rest in peace" Iraduni came over, his body was shaking constantly. Even an eyeball of the Lord of Nine Hells' power was not easy to withstand.  "Are you sad? Haha, is it for Tia, who has been reduced to a pawn without knowing anything from the beginning to the end, or for this abandoned child who almost rewritten the settings of the gods of the multiverse just for his father's love?" "I'm just trying to make up for the end.  A piece of jigsaw puzzle reborn a soul with a completely different alignment and bloodline from a deity to an elf. This violated the laws of the worlds. How could Nieron resist the pull of two bodies? Unless the only one who could resist the laws of the worlds was  Law of all realms! Get out!" A vortex appeared in the center of the Kingdom of God, with bright silver stripes pulling everything it could touch.  Rolling into the depths of the star realm.  The collapsing Kingdom of God was sucked into the vortex as it spun and danced.  Eraduni really didn’t have the strength to fly, and the turbulent space here was completely unsuitable for teleportation, so he simply climbed on Lesatos’ scales.  He was careful not to pounce on the dragon's back, otherwise the illithid dragon knight might be crushed to death by his ride.  The dragon wings stirred up and resisted the suction of the astral vortex, and the strong wind blew the tentacles to the back of the head.  At this time, he also understood Nieron's plan. Gods who lost their faith would be dragged into the star realm to sleep forever by the laws of the worlds. Nieron could purify himself and leave the house, leaving only the divine fire and leaving as a demigod.  The body of Hellfire will be pulled into the star realm along with the godhead and priesthood, severing the connection between the two.  But now it might be a funeral for two people.  The illithid looked at the vortex that was getting closer and shouted: "Faster!" "You try it!" Lesatos roared, and even his voice was sucked into the vortex.  The confused astral vortex could not find the corpse, further increasing the suction force.  The illithid squeezed out the newly recovered mental power and used its psychic energy to move objects with all its strength to push the golden dragon.  Move forward inch by inch.  The land of the Kingdom of God cracked and was sucked in. A piece of land with hundreds of trees flew over. In a few seconds, it would hit the golden dragon and take him towards the whirlpool.  "Turn!" "It's too late!" Lesatos gritted his teeth and held the gem to mobilize the only remaining laws of the Kingdom of God.  Wrapping himself around, he activated the teleportation to an unknown destination.  ——————————————————————————————————————————————  ——    boom!  The double doors of the ritual hall of the temple were smashed open with unprecedented brutality, and a group of rangers entered first.  After confirming that there was only one old elf in the hall, the Queen of Gallanold strode in, her cloak being blown back by her fast pace.  "Orfascism the high priest." Drusilia looked at the old elf with pride and hatred, and the latter knelt in front of the corundum life-size statue of Nieron without saying a word or looking back.  "I thought you were planning more sensational actions so you didn't show up in the rebellion again, but after interrogating the prisoners, I was surprised to hear that you were imprisoned here because you strongly opposed Nieron's oracle, assassinations and riots.  "I allow you to give me an explanation." Drushilia was very angry, and even more angry was the object of her hatred.Of course it was wrong, Orfascist opposed the assassination, which made her feel helpless and powerless, and her chest was so tight that she wanted to vomit blood.  "I have believed in the Lord of Ceremonies since I was literate." The chief priest said quietly with his back to the queen, his voice as thin as a ghost.  "Believer, trainee priest, officiant, high-ranking priest, and finally the high officiant. The only motivation that supports me walking on the harsh road is the expectation of the revival of the elves" Drushilia laughed disdainfully.  "I can't see the road in the darkness. Only Nielon lights a bright lamp. He sends a sign, saying that Tiya will be glorious. I firmly believe it! I have done so much, all my relatives are alienated from me, and the common people  It doesn’t matter whether you despise me or you, the father and daughter, hate me, as long as there is a glorious future! It is because of this belief that I believe that every sacrifice is repaid by my pen pal, and Nielon’s oracle is unquestionable.  "It's suspicious!" "But" The veins under the old man's wrinkled skin were exposed, his teeth were clenched, and his nails were digging into his palms.  "His last order was actually to assassinate and riot! I don't understand. I resisted, and all my efforts and sacrifices were meaningless! Why? Why did I not do enough? Why should I be punished in this way!" Orfascist jumped up,  He rushed towards Drusilia but was held back by the ranger.  With a ferocious look on her face, she shouted: "Why, tell me why!" Drushiliya's hatred suddenly weakened. It was not due to tolerance and understanding, but because the hatred had a way to vent.  Is there any fate more cruel and ironic than this?  She pushed aside the ranger, got close to Orfascism, stared into his cloudy eyes, and said word for word: "Because your faith has betrayed you!" Click!  With a crisp sound, Nieron's corundum statue was broken into several pieces from head to toe. The old man and the fragments collapsed at the same time.  "Your Majesty!" A ranger ran in, "The sky outside is burning!" Drusilla looked at her broken statue and nodded.  He walked over and pried off the bright yellow rectangular glow stone from the broken hilt of Nieron's sword, and carefully put it away.  Then he picked up the head of Nieron's statue with straight lips and placed it in Orfascist's bamboo pole-like arms.  "You have walked on the wrong path all your life, and countless Tias have lost their lives and loved ones. You are not qualified to die in Ludu, with your god's only feedback to you, go away!" Orfascism is like a puppet who has lost his mind, numb.  He picked up the stone statue and walked out.  On the streets of Ludu, a female elf cleaning up the ruins saw him, and she shouted and all the elves gathered around her.  "Let him go!" Drusilia's order was as firm as iron.  Commoners and nobles, rangers and weavers, male and female elves stood on both sides of the road, watching the old man leave.  Ofasis's scattered white hair was sparse, revealing a shriveled scalp, which was completely broken and stained with mud. There were bones under the pale skin. He dragged the stone statue with both hands and took off his shoes, leaving a trail of blood on the soles of his feet.  mark.  However, no pair of eyes showed mercy. They silently cursed the old man as he left Ludu step by step, crushing his last dignity.  He walked and walked, and the trees refused to cover him from the sun, and the empty forest made no sound.  Orfascism stumbled and stepped into a quagmire. The corundum head sank silently, but the old man made no move and was swallowed by the quagmire.  The mud reached above the head, the swamp bubbled, and there was no sound again.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster! PS: I sincerely thank every book lover who has subscribed, your support is my motivation. Please vote for me with your monthly vote.
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