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Let¡¯s count the first part, Chapter 25: Ohabam, Roar of the Raging Dragon (2)

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    The color is vast and boundless. Under the vast blue-black night, with the voice echoing deep in everyone's soul, the indescribable light merges into a river, spanning the entire huge city of Turin, and reaching the majestic ridge more than ten miles away.  .  On both sides of the river, little lights belonging to the Elf City still flickered in the night sky. The bustling Turin night was divided into two semicircles, one large and one small. In that river of power, all the magic power was suppressed and absorbed.  Beam and assimilate, its diameter reaches a width of nearly a hundred meters, but the real power is only concentrated in the middle of a few meters wide.  Even so, the pressure of magic power that is more than ten miles long is still enough to eclipse all the destructive force in this world, whether it is the elemental ancient sword of the main elf or the taboo Doomsday Battle Sky, with the Sword Saint Bucknaro  The Tai Chi sword energy gathered by Xia Bisheng's cultivation, and even the powerful ancient beast, may only lose their light under this power.  And this elemental pressure that tore apart the entire Turin was just the prelude to the peerless blow that would be unleashed in the near future!  Halfway up the mountain, the elemental power seemed to condense into a terrifying black vortex. The magical energy guided by the core of the Raging Dragon Cannon emitted light because it was too dense near the mountain top, flowing towards the mountain, and finally  It turned into a deep, all-consuming darkness.  For a time, the halo on the top of the mountain flowed into clouds, complementing the light of the two divided urban areas of Turin. As the halo continued to strengthen, the entire mountain and the strata below began to violently  Tremble, mortal before this power.  All became extremely small.  "The Wrath of the Dragon" As the entire mountain shook violently, it became extremely difficult to maintain various formations in the hollow mountain. Various subtle errors were constantly reflected to the paladin Chang Wood,  In the central control room where Magister Winnie and Clinton were located, various response instructions were issued instantly. The magic circle guided and dispersed the pressure of the dragon and balanced various magical energies.  Even though he has been dead for four thousand years, Long's power, which is naturally suppressive to all living things, is still clearly reflected in everyone's heart. Taking a deep breath, Winnie felt the gathering of magic power with some trembling.  Among them, the most relaxed one was Clinton, who was most afraid of Ohabam's Raging Dragon Cannon from the beginning. Looking at the trembling ceiling, he murmured: "It's the resentment of the dragon" "Resentment"  good.  Angry or not, in that moment, the dragon's roar echoed throughout the night sky, making the city of Turin originally seem noisy.  But it seemed to quiet down in an instant. The metal house made of magic metal was silently shrouded in the gray area formed by the convergence of magic pressure. It was headed by the elder Talen and "Ascetic" Bei Lan.  "Manticore" Campbell and other powerful men were waiting attentively in the safe areas on both sides of the magic pressure, waiting for Vincent inside to resist, and then worked together to push him back to the area suppressed by the Raging Dragon Cannon.  The halo flows.  Magical pressure gathers.  The world became silent.  In the light path that was shrouded in gray magic pressure and stretched for more than ten miles, all the vegetation, houses, and even larger rocks had been crushed into powder.  Only the metal hut in the open space remained motionless and silent in the midst of this power.  Immediately, the light came like a wave!  The blazing white light pillar tore the earth apart. At that moment, the people guarding the edge of the magic pressure range could only see a little light suddenly ignited from the mountainside in the distance. It expanded in an instant. Before they could react, the torrent of energy had already  Passing by, crossing a distance of more than ten miles, the holy city of Turin, which is composed of endless tree houses, is like milk) More than four thousand years ago from the ancient magic period, the magic giant imprisoned the soul of the most powerful creature of the previous generation.  The cannon finally let out its resentful roar again over Turin.  Atroca Imperial Capital, it¡¯s a deep night.  A chilling atmosphere permeated this huge and ancient city. Many bustling areas that used to be dotted with magical lights or lighting fires after nightfall have now fallen into a quiet atmosphere. Looking down from above, scattered  Spots of light are still flickering across the city, but they have completely lost the prosperous atmosphere of the past. In the darkness, you can still see the outlines of row upon row of residential buildings. Occasionally, a team of soldiers holding torches walk quickly through the dark streets.  The light swam across the street like a firefly, going to the next corner, or knocking on the door of some houses. Then the light entered the courtyard, and a rough search was carried out amidst some noise.  w Ordinary civilians dare not go out at all and go to bed early. Occasionally, a light will light up in a certain window, and then it will quietly go out soon after.  On such a night, the previously peaceful aristocratic district seemed a bit noisy. A large number of soldiers and firelights gathered around certain residences. Amidst the noise of crying or cursing, many nobles were confiscated of their property by the soldiers.  , countless people were arrested and sent to prison.  This is the most sensitive time period for a country to change dynasties, and the days when various political struggles are the most cruel and intense.No mercy at all.  On the Qilan Ridge to the east of the imperial capital, the City of the King Snake, which has gathered countless geniuses in the fields of alchemy and magic for hundreds of years, has now been reduced to a messy ruin, hidden in deep darkness.  Due to the turmoil last night, less than half of the strict palaces in the imperial capital were severely damaged. Huge holes were blown out of the walls to the north of several palaces. The soldiers and hard laborers who were picking up the pieces were already at work.  Throughout the whole day, the bodies of the knights or soldiers who died in last night's battle have been cleared out, and various things that are still useful have been preliminary processed. It is just about restoring the palace again, but not in a day or two.  Things can be done.  If there is anything that is still normal, then perhaps it is the solemn Temple of Light in the northwest of the city. The palace, the altar, and the huge statue of Sinros are bathed in the warm divine light. This is the largest in the city.  One of the iconic buildings.  The giant statue, which is tens of meters high, matches the solemn and holy divine light.  The scene on this side can be seen from all areas of the city, giving people firm belief and peace of mind. This is the majesty of God, which is with all living beings.  Of course, in fact, on this night, the Guangshen Palace was also not peaceful, bathed in the holy divine light.  Groups of priests, priests, and law enforcers from the Light Palace were also busy coming in and out, and then dispersed to every soldier team currently conducting law enforcement and searches in the city, guiding and supervising their work.  And in the center of the Palace of Light, Archbishop Istero.  Ellenita, who belongs to the Department of Ancient Things Processing, Edward, the guardian of the Temple of War, and several important figures in the Light God Religion are also sitting in the center at the same time, processing all the information fed back from the outside world.  "According to this plan, based on the current progress, within six days, we can at least help His Majesty Frederick control the situation near the imperial capital and allow him to officially obtain the throne. Within three months, we can stabilize the entire Atroca territory.  The local situation, at least under our control, is more troublesome than the central department led by Grand Duchess Catherine. They have currently controlled the administrative power of seven provinces through economic means. We can try to seize the administrative power of Austria.  The remaining five provinces of Canada and Paran, even if we cooperate with the constraints of the monarchy and theocracy, it will take at least two years" Beside the round table made of precious magic ebony.  , a white-clothed priest with a status second only to Istero was describing his plan in detail, and another priest next to him also spoke when he paused.  "In this regard, I think we can make a certain compromise. What we need is Atroca to have the strongest military strength to cope with the Orc War in two years. And what Grand Duchess Catherine has been pursuing is Atroca.  I think we can even hand over the power of Atroca to this Lady Catherine in two years' time. It will be much more reassuring for her to lead the future of Atroca than it is for His Majesty Frederick now.  "Istero frowned: "Priest Wells, please be careful with your words. Such remarks cannot be made in public. What we need now is His Majesty Frederick's controllability."  "Yes, I made a mistake." Priest Wells nodded.  Having said this, the elf woman sitting beside her in white also spoke calmly: "No matter what your arrangements are, I need the strongest force we can use at the moment to search for the whereabouts of people like Adrian." "But the most important thing is  All the powerful forces have been sent to Turin." "The Tower of Heaven is more terrifying than the Doomsday War, but now you are spending your power on the factional dispute over the throne of Atroca" "This  That's the most important thing for us at the moment. The Tower of Heaven is nothing but nonsense." The white-clothed priest just now was facing Ellenita and wouldn't give in at all. He was also a master elf born in Santoya.  In the place of origin, there is no such awe as ordinary officials of the Palace of Light, "We can't hand over all our power to your Ancient Things Processing Department. If we want to say it is scary, compared to that Adrian, I  On the contrary, I think that Al. Lezaduk is more difficult. "No matter who it is, I need a lot of manpower to search for them." The gray-haired and pale-eyed main elf woman also stood up with a frightening light.  flowing in her pupils.  "His Majesty Frederick has sent out all the experts he can muster to search for Al. Lesadouk. I don't think we need to put our strength on this." "But Frederick is shielding Adrian, and I have a reason.  I believe Adrian and his group are hiding in Frederick¡¯s power system!¡± ¡°Do you mean to let us fall out with Frederick now over this trivial matter?¡± ¡°That¡¯s enough!¡± Ellenita said.  When they wanted to speak, Istero had already interrupted the two of them.Noisy, "Now is not the time to argue about this. The current situation is that half of Atroca's power has been concentrated in Turin for the Doomsday War Technique, and there is even the same forbidden weapon. Our current power  It¡¯s not enough to find Adrian and then surround him and kill him. Ellenita, I think we can only postpone this matter for the time being. There is no other way" He sighed, and then, Cang  The silver pupils looked towards the dark void outside the meeting hall, to the southeast, which was the direction of Turin.  "Just now, I vaguely felt the elemental fluctuations thousands of miles away. That weapon has been launched" At the same time, near a certain building in the imperial city, a group of soldiers holding torches marched in order  And running through the streets with rapid steps.  The light illuminated the walls, courtyards, and neat and lush flower beds on both sides of the road. When the light of the torch finally disappeared at the corner at the end of the road, a figure appeared in the darkness, ran through the quiet streets, and got into the hidden flower beds.  For a moment, Furna's figure appeared in the damp underground passage.  She was stunned for a moment when there seemed to be some strange noises at the end of the passage.  Then he hurried over and opened the door. In the dim magic light of the basement, a large cocoon wrapping a human body was shaking violently on the bed.  Tang Yi clenched his teeth, with a look of pain on his expression.  "Ah Yi! Ah Yi, what's wrong with you?" Furna rushed to the bed and hugged his body.  She didn't know what the unheard-of transformation method of the Doomsday Battle Technique worked like, and she didn't know if it could work on Tang Yi. She only knew that before this.  Tang Yi's body had already suffered too much damage, and it really couldn't stand any more torture.  After a long time, the young man on the stone bed gradually calmed down.  Closed his eyes.  Breathing rapidly.  Furna hugged him quietly, hoping that he would be separated from him by this weird big cocoon.  It can also make your lover feel her worry and warmth.  Soon after, Tang Yi opened his eyes and saw the quiet tears hanging on her face.  "II'm fine, don't worry" "What happened" "I don't know" Tang Yi closed his eyes again, as if he was recalling the feeling of that moment, with a trace of emotion in his voice.  Fear, "I don't know, but Vincent seems to be in danger. I don't know what he did He is very dangerous" The strong wind danced, and the torrent of magic swept past him.  Everyone was originally guarding the area of ????the magic pressure to prevent Vincent from escaping from the range of the magic pressure before the Raging Dragon Cannon was fired. However, until the torrent of magic came, the empty hut that had been strengthened countless times never appeared.  Any movement.  When the light spot suddenly enlarged, the white light band condensed by magic rushed past everyone like a train. In the field of vision, the torrent was like a huge wall, emanating from the depths of the woods several miles away.  The mountainside rushed towards the majestic ridge at the other end of the field of vision.  The torrent of magic rushed past in front of their eyes. The huge force tore the wind and whizzed towards the inside. People standing nearby tried their best to stay still. Compared with the scene when the magic pressure came just now, everything in front of them began to change.  In a frenzy, vegetation, sand and stones were torn up from around them and flew into the torrent, where they were immediately swallowed up and disappeared without a trace. All sounds were suppressed, induction was restricted, and all power was interfered with.  It was extremely chaotic. Several Templar warriors who were too close to the magic flow could almost lose their footing even if they had cultivation levels above level eight. If someone nearby hadn't caught him with quick eyesight and quick hands, he would have been sucked into this destructive area.  Within the power, it instantly vaporized.  Only at this time can people clearly realize that in terms of pure power, the Ohabam Raging Dragon Cannon Wire is worthy of the title of the most powerful magical weapon in the world. Before this huge power that destroys the world, no matter what  No matter how powerful a creature is, it may only have the option to retreat.  About half a minute later, the roar of destruction came faintly from the air. The energy flow tore through the air and the distant mountains collapsed. However, in their ears, everyone seemed to be able to hear their own breathing and the beating of their heart.  In this extremely mysterious realm, the chaotic and raging energy finally began to stabilize, and the light curtain in front of him began to thin, turned into spots, and then fell all over the sky On the land in front of him, there was a road that stretched across the entire city of Turin.  City, a huge ravine more than ten meters wide, the land in the center is as smooth as a mirror under the squeeze of energy, and the semicircular groove extends to the cliff that is still collapsing and peeling more than ten miles away.  The magic house that existed in front of them before, now together with the two lives that existed in it, disappeared without a trace under the raging energy.  ¡°Have the target been killed¡± ¡°Why not?¡±"The last blow" Amidst the discussion, some doubt also existed in everyone's heart. The magic pressure when the Ohabam Raging Dragon Cannon was charging and the hollow metal cabin could not suppress the power of the Doomsday War Technique.  , so they were all waiting for Vincent's last resistance, but this resistance did not happen. When the magic pressure suddenly came, until the final launch of Ohabam's Furious Dragon Cannon, the hut was swallowed up, and the Doomsday War Technique  The power has never appeared again, and it was as calm as death. But no matter what, the most powerful blow of the magic cannon actually happened. No one thought that even if they had seen Vincent's strength.  It was possible that he could survive the frontal bombardment. Even Bucknarorshak, who once had the reputation of being invincible, would never be able to resist such an inhuman blow. With this in mind, they began to determine the target for the last time.  The fact of obliteration
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