Dark Shadow Shrine

Soronor almost growled at Raven, "Why are there no arrows at this time?"

Raven shrugged and spread his hands: "No, no."

"Stop talking! It's time for us!" Corellon glanced at Raven, and immediately stopped Soronor.

The elves and gods are not fools. Everyone can see the weakness of the elf devourer at this moment. If they don't take advantage of the victory and pursue it, according to Itiya's heaven-defying recovery ability, the flaw will disappear after a while.

Lei Wen bowed and said, "I'm here to wait for the good news."

Corellon glanced at the phantom of Raven created by the divine power of the phantom goddess again, without saying a word, acquiescing to Raven to stay here.

Twelve bright rays of divine light shone across the entire sky. All the elves are evacuating at high speed, because the next stage is the stage of the gods.

On the scarlet sky, a blood-colored fog filled the air.

That was the bloody breath aroused by Itia's wound.

On the upwind side, Corellon's dazzling long golden hair danced wildly with the wind. From the perspective of his back and the flowing long hair, he is definitely a back killer, and everyone would think that he is a peerless beauty.

However, under the flying blond hair is a handsome middle-aged elf face. Gods can change their appearance at will, but he likes to leave a small amount of traces of time on his face.

The two light blue eyeballs seem to be inlaid in the eye sockets. The luster in the eyes always reminds people of the tranquility of a work of art. Ten thousand years have passed, and the charming demeanor of this face has not changed in any way.

Behind him, in the air on the right, stands his lover—God Queen Angress. Further back, the eight elves and two sub-elfs formed two pentagrams perpendicular to the ground, one on the left and one on the right.

The mysterious atmosphere began to dissipate, and the twelve gods began to condense their powers other than the elves' divine power into one.

At this moment, all the elves and sub-elves felt an inexplicable throbbing in their hearts.

They turned their heads or looked up one by one, especially Lei Wen, who was staring at this scene through the projection, feeling all this with his body, heart, and soul. . Because it was condensed by the twelve gods of the elves. It is also the most advanced field in the multiverse.

What comes into view is a static world like a beautiful oil painting: in the night sky, the wind is still, and the huge waves rolled up by the wind make a gesture of hitting the shore, and every leaf in the woods on the shore keeps blowing. up pose. But there was no sound of wind or birdsong, and the moonlight streaming down from between the branches was blocked.

The earth was pitch black, dead and deep.

in that airspace. Everything in the world fell into a stillness. It was as if the restless world had stopped the flow of time. The long river of history was cut perfectly in that section.

Suddenly, the picture constructed by the twelve gods moved.

Corresponding to the twelve o'clock position, Corellon flew to 0 o'clock, Angress flew to 6 o'clock, and the twelve gods were arranged in the agreed positions again.

A bright light like the sun and a soft ball of light like the moon appeared among the twelve gods at the same time. The sun and the moon are always separated by six o'clock and slowly rotate clockwise.

The rotation became faster and faster, and the elf gods also began to release their own unique elf power with a natural breath.

Round and round. The huge god clock is like a millstone, and it is also like a mirror of the world that will change into the opposite material when thrown into it.

In perception, the unique natural breath of the gods is gone, replaced by a colder and more efficient mysterious force.

For some reason, Raven felt that this feeling was very similar to Nelas' Golem Legion.

Raven suddenly thought of something.

The power created by the joint efforts of twelve powerful gods is terrifying.

Within a thousand miles, all creatures are trying their best to escape in various ways. Snakes and insects are climbing, animals are running wildly, and birds are flying.

at this moment. All the elf rangers, druids and other professionals who are closely connected with nature around Yongju Island even found that their connection with nature was forcibly cut off.

The entire airspace nearby. Even thousands of miles away, the sensitive and strong can feel that the laws of the world are deviating. That is a kind of mountain not a mountain. Water is not water, and even the four elements of earth, water, fire, and wind have been temporarily disturbed and replaced.

All the laws I am familiar with are leaving me in fear. It seems that a new thing or law is coming, and it dominates everything with its unstoppable terrifying power.

In the next moment, even the four major elemental gods cast their gazes here.

A sigh rippling in the void at the highest place of God's Domain.

"well--"

At the center of the twelve gods, everything around is changing color. The green of business is replaced by gray of death. The fertile black soil became barren pale in the horizon.

The sky was plunged into darkness. If the elves hadn't seen that Corellon in the center was still shining brightly like a burning fireball, they would have even thought that a group of evil gods were leading...

The corners of Lei Wen's mouth slightly raised: What a sarcasm! The most conservative and old-fashioned elves would uncharacteristically use this super big move that completely reversed the attribute of divine power in an attempt to eliminate the trouble of Itia in one fell swoop. What happened to spur Corellon?

The still world created by the elves and gods swayed away from the clouds and descended slowly.

Hush, whistling, in the field of vision, the surrounding world is like rippling water, shaking.

Itiya, the devourer of elves, was a little panicked, and the instinct of the creature made it feel a great threat. It can clearly feel that the gravel under its huge feet seems to meet layers of waves, and it is constantly pulsating.

In the sky, through Corellon's light blue eyes, it seemed as if a group of brilliant and dazzling flames could be seen burning wantonly.

Slightly thin lips parted slightly, the voice of this mighty deity with a divine power level of 19 and located at the pinnacle of the divine domain seemed to shake the whole world:

"Itia, you monster!"

"Do you really think that the elves and gods can't do anything to you?"

"It's over! Everything is over! Tens of thousands of years of humiliation for the elves."

Accompanied by a thunderous sound, the atmosphere was buzzing and shaking.

Corellon and Anghareth. They all clasped the ten fingers of the left hand to the right hand, and then moved with a spiritual thought.

The world reasonably created by the twelve elves and gods began to be like a broken mirror, shattering into pieces with a click, the largest piece of which instantly crossed the space and pierced directly from the huge wound of Itia, hitting directly into it. In the body and soul of the Devourer of Elves.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu of

Its gigantic body that was almost upright swelled further, not because of the increase in power, but because of a power that it couldn't absorb and digest at all, expanding and destroying endlessly in its body.

A chain of explosive reactions began to spread in its body. From his huge mushroom-shaped body, all the way to the tentacles, those three giant legs like Optimus Prime.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...

The monster adapts so quickly!

Without any room for hesitation, the second and third fragments were thrown in.

Finally, this completely unfamiliar force surpassed the critical value that Itia's tenacious vitality could bear.

Its body began to crumble.

"Pfft—" One leg collapsed first, and the terrifying body fluid in units of ten thousand tons exploded. Such a large amount of corrosive liquid poured underfoot. Instantly turned the ruins of the elf city below into a huge dead lake.

"Ka——" Another leg collapsed, and this leg was more thorough. If it was just the feeling of being cut off, this leg was completely smashed. The entire leg turned into a terrifying liquid ocean, easily submerging large tracts of forest.

However, the extremely powerful Elven Devourer is not dead yet. Even though only half of its body and one leg were left, it still struggled to resist, turning its thick tentacles into spears. Throw it at the elf gods.

"Continue!" A mouthful of golden god's blood began to ooze from the corner of Corellon and Angress.

The elven gods drove more shards tossed past.

Finally, Itia's third leg was blown to pieces.

about to die! I'm going to die!

The pleasure that the grievances that have been entangled for tens of thousands of years will end in the next second is so strong that Corellon ignores the fact that his divine power has become empty.

"Pfft!" Another mouthful of divine blood spewed out, this time it didn't stick to the corner of the mouth, but dripped directly onto the ground.

Work harder!

Corellon turned his gaze to the gods behind him.

Tragedy happened. He forgot one very important thing. Not long ago, in order to save Sehanni Moonbow, the god of elf prophecy, he almost exhausted all the elf gods directly. What they are using now is urgently replenished, and the divine power has never returned to the safety line.

"No! Even if I dismantle the Kingdom of God and turn it into divine power, I will..." Corellon groaned a little out of reason.

"Honey. It's too late! That monster has mutated again." Angress was weeping, persuading her lover.

It is indeed too late. It can be seen that the devourer of elves has begun to change color all over his head. This monster is extremely adaptable. In less than a minute, it adjusted its resistance.

If Corellon and other elf gods are in their prime. Maybe he could instantly kill Itiya, the devourer of elves, in one fell swoop just now.

Unfortunately, there are not so many ifs in the world.

"Jie Jie..." Even though he was very embarrassed, even though his body was blown up a lot, Itiya's breath of life still didn't weaken much. As if looking at the elves and gods in the sky for the last time, Itia curled up decisively, turning into a shape resembling a slug, and moving towards the sea.

As a defensive island chain to defend Yongju Island, it is neither far nor close to Yongju Island. 200 kilometers is already a long distance for the elves.

For Itiya, whose body radius is still not less than 500 meters at this moment, 200 kilometers is only an hour.

Corellon turned pale.

The island of Evermeeting is guarded by the high magic of the elves, sea elves, never-slack mages, and powerful sea troops.

This power is only for ordinary enemies.

In front of Itiya, this is nothing at all.

Corellon couldn't help but his heart sank, and finally, he turned his eyes to the hard-working patron saint of the sea elves, Sashela of the Deep Sea. (to be continued ~^~)