I Made the Myth Template

Garen woke up in the Brass Temple, shaking his body.

He slept in a deep sleep for about half a month, and during this deep slumber, he clearly felt the further growth of his body and spirit.

Leaving from the Brass Temple, flapping his powerful wings, golden flames emanated from his dark armored stomach, burning like a cloud in the sky, emitting a brilliance that was more radiant than the blazing sun.

He suppressed the tide-like power in his body, but was ecstatic about it. His breath seemed to shake the heaven and the earth. With just his consciousness, he could stir the magma in the ground and create a fire that would burn forever. .

The essence of the world has never been so clearly displayed in front of him. In his burning child, the flow of the elements is clearly visible. The blue wind, red fire, black ground and blue water are three-dimensionally visible like real objects. The naughty little things did not dare to go against his will, and were lined up neatly between the sky and the earth, like an army waiting to be reviewed.

With a single thought, Kanon can modify the overall environment of the region within a thousand miles at will.

Not getting to the top of the world, not tasting the power of power, is far more addictive than the most hallucinogenic poison.

The people in the royal city raised their heads one after another.

The gaze moved up, up, up again, and finally turned into a 90-degree look that pulled the epidermis between the throat.

That is their emperor.

Standing on the golden clouds, Garen overlooked the vast territory.

The azure blue ocean shows a slight arc at the end of the line of sight, and the shimmering waves flash with the brilliance of broken gold, and then there is the golden city of Westeros, with pearl-like white towers embellishing this rich land. on the land.

This vast land belongs to him, and he is the only king here.

After recklessly swaying his power, Garen felt a trace of incongruity. He raised his head and looked towards the sky in the distance.

The black clouds gathered together like turbid water and turned into a huge vortex that spread for thousands of miles. The mad dragon-like electric current galloped across the black clouds, making a loud rumbling sound, which was shocking.

In the center of the vortex, a blazing white light suddenly appeared.

At first it was a thin and bright wisp, and then it expanded rapidly, and in a moment it turned into a mountain-like majesty, shrouding the monitor lizards at an astonishing speed.

There seems to be a stellar explosion of incredible power in the soft light, and everything along the way quietly perishes in the beam.

Clouds, air, water—even the Emperor himself.

Although the Destroyer Armor had been activated for the first time, the huge body of the monitor lizard was still full of cracks like ceramics that fell to the ground, disintegrating every inch, turning into black gravel and disappearing into the light.

Take a break!

One after another faint blue light fell from the black cloud.

From a distance, it looks like a torrential rain formed by spiritual energy. But if you look closely, you can see that those rays of light are definitely not raindrops, but high-level Protoss units such as dimensional spiders, storm guards, and inspectors.

at the forefront of all units.

Grace Angel Grace is dressed in white gold armor and has twelve snow-white wings stretched behind him. He held a golden giant sword in his hand, and his solemn face was filled with chill.

"Kill them all!"

Grace waved his blade and gave orders to the Protoss army.

That's right.

After deciding to launch a full-scale attack on Terraria's perception world, the target chosen by Eternal Sun Calendia was not the holy city that they had arranged for many backers.

On the one hand, the reason is that the previous operations failed to achieve good results in the Holy City, but his army suffered heavy losses.

The White Wolf Valkyrie Twins are very vigilant.

In this case, it is difficult to continue the raid to achieve the expected results.

On the other hand, the reason is that the Holy City has also been severely damaged in the past several wars. The defense may still be able to rely on the legacy of the golden age, but launching a large-scale offensive counterattack is a nonsense.

Under such circumstances, the importance of the Holy City would be greatly reduced.

So, the archangel and the king of gods discussed and planned to attack Garen's territory by surprise.

Westeros has come a long way in the past in cooperation with Brother Arthas, and various heavy industrial production bases are scattered throughout it. A large number of people have migrated from the nearby deserted islands and the coast of the South China Sea. It can be said that Westeros now has a sense of the center of the world.

If only this gathering place could be removed from the Terraria world early in the war.

Well, without a doubt.

The follow-up battle plan will be much smoother.

After the Archangel gave the order, the Protoss troops began to descend from the sky, each looking for suitable targets for raids.

One after another, blue energy beams, dark red shadow weaving cannons, and black gravity weapons attacked the island like a violent storm.

To Grace's surprise, Westeros demonstrated far better war abilities than he had imagined.

Pirates, radiant beasts, and fanatics of the Emperor constitute the main body of Westeros society.

When war broke out, almost every inhabitant of Westeros became a remarkable soldier.

They were not panicked by the sudden arrival of the war, but escaped the first round of saturation blows under the mobilization of the commander, and the counterattack came in an instant.

A huge energy-deflecting shield appeared over the island, and the hot melt bombs roared into the enemy's camp. It brought a lot of trouble to the powerful Protoss army.

In the case of a sneak attack that consumes a lot of resources.

The fact that the Protoss army did not have the complete upper hand was unheard of even in the Golden Age.

Grace's white-gold brows frowned slightly, and a sullen look appeared on his face. With a cold snort, he clenched the giant sword in his hand, and Grace was about to join the war in person.

As for Galleon.

It has already been left behind by Grace.

The ancient **** of the natural disaster level personally took action, how can an indigenous restricted area have a way to survive.

The only thing Grace was a little worried about was that the war dragged on for too long, attracting the powerful exclusion zones of Terraria.

However, the situation this time is different from before. Calendia is watching this battlefield. If things really develop to that point, the king of gods will come, and no amount of restricted areas will be an opponent.

At that time, the whole world will be turned into a sacrifice, and maybe I will be able to stand on the same height as God the Father.

"Roar!"

An angry roar of filial piety interrupted the Archangel's imagination.

The continuous volcano woke up with the low roar of the monitor lizard. First, a hot plume of smoke appeared. The plume of smoke was mixed with red volcanic ash, and then a huge amount of magma was spewed out.

Things are going in an unpredictable direction...

The archangel had a bad premonition, raised the long sword in his hand, and slashed towards the gray-white beam. The powerful sword energy collapsed, and the divine might sounded like thunder in the sky, and the glow and flames swept across.

A violent golden wave burst from the impact, and unprecedented majesty appeared in Terraria World Supreme. Carrying the breath of an angry dragon, the noisy storm blew back the wings of the archangel, the sea surface was twisted and subsided, everything around was shattered, huge cracks appeared in the sky, the layers of space were peeled off, and the warp was turbulent. emerge from it.

A huge black shadow loomed in the smoke and dust, like an ancient giant god.

Garen slowly walked out of the smoke. The destroyer armor on his body was almost completely stripped and disintegrated. The incomplete armor was filled with dark red flames, and the fierce face was covered with flame lines. The flaming giant sword that penetrated the sky and the earth was held in his hand.

"The attack just now, that's Calendia's power. It seems like that..."

Unparalleled majesty.

Unparalleled will.

Unparalleled power.

Garen slowly raised his head, his face crisscrossed with flames, which looked ferocious but also had a thrilling beauty. In the deepest part of his child hole, the golden brilliance bloomed like a flaming flower of the abyss.

"How can it be!?"

When Archangel Grace was born on the ark world.

Calendia is already a natural disaster level existence. Its long lifespan can be traced back to tens of thousands of years ago, when the Protoss ruled the river system and dominated the stars.

And now, the King of God personally shot down the divine punishment, but the devil still never fell under the sword of Damox.

Such a fierce god, how terrible it must be.

Grace couldn't say more, he looked up at the shadow with disbelief. Obviously he has not noticed his life position, and the attack of the king of the gods has been hit, but why did this guy not die, and even seemed to become stronger.

Jialong smiled wickedly and roared happily. Swinging a huge pillar sword over 10,000 meters in his hand, the fire swept the sky and the earth like a tide, and the whole world was shaking. Grace stood in the flowing magma, surrounded by scarlet, and the terrifying noise filled the eardrums. Taotian's flames almost drowned him.

"hateful!"

Grace stepped back.

He wanted to distance himself from Garen, or that he was oppressed by the fierceness radiating from the enemy, showing his retreat in this unconscious way.

Not long ago, the fiery fighting spirit was boiling in Grace's blood, but now it is cooling down a little bit. As if the savvy snake of **** slowly wandered into his heart, he clearly realized that he was getting farther and farther away from the goal of evolution and transformation, and he would never be able to defeat such a ferocious thing.

Grace can barely protect herself by virtue of her own strength.

But he could back down, and thousands of Protoss elites behind the archangel suffered disaster.

The flames emanating from the pillar sword swept across, filling every corner of the sky. The tyrannical power unscrupulously destroys the vitality of the enemy, whether it is the tenacious storm guard, the elite and flexible dimensional spider, or even the giant statues of the gods like the mythical titans in the flames. Falling into the sea, the sea monsters foraging in the sea scramble to bite.

No, we've got nowhere to go...

The horrors surrounding him recalled Grace's courage to retreat into the shadows. He remembered a conversation he had with God the Father that night. If even the will to fight is wiped out, then he won't even have the chance to escape. Only by continuing to fight can we get back a chance.

Also, I have the help of God the Father.

Thinking of this, Grace suddenly stopped. He slowly raised the spear in his hand and pointed it at Garen.

Garen suddenly made a loud noise, as if roaring filial piety or mocking. The voice is full of carefree and dripping meaning, as if the lord who has been fighting endlessly has finally grasped the authority of the continent, climbed to the top of the world and roared unscrupulously, jokingly watching those over-the-top guys disappear in the flames, their expressions are arrogant, Mighty, like the ruler of King's Landing.

With the death of a large number of Protoss elites in the world of Terraria.

The unlocking progress of the seventh template has been greatly improved again, and the most obvious change is that Garen and the rest of the templates can more clearly feel the existence of the origin of the world.

He even had an illusion.

From now on, no one can look up in front of him without his permission.

This doesn't seem very good... The battered body and the mastery of the powerful force brought Canenon two completely opposite experiences. The extreme pain and crazy ambition collided in Garen's spirit, turning into a monstrous wave.

"No, this power. As long as I can master this power~www.wuxiaspot.com~ even a natural disaster may not be my opponent!"

Gallen pointed at Archangel Grace's chest with his rough hooked toes. He did not continue to use the flaming great sword in his hand, as if it was just an insignificant toy. After mastering more authority, Garen has learned how to use the power in his hands more delicately to crush all enemies who dare to bark at him.

The archangel was ready to attack, and the tidal golden radiance flowed into his wings from all directions.

Grace turned into a silhouette composed of pure light, and the blade in his hand exuded an indestructible sharp metal texture. He aimed at the dragon's heart and thrust forward.

Under the extreme pressure brought by Gallen, Grace broke out in an unprecedented manner.

The blade in his hand seemed to pass the stream of light passing through the sky, and time seemed to stand still. The scalding hot air solidified between the gaps in the feathers. The air was filled with scorching sulphur, and the monster's face was full of fierce expressions.

Puff!

However, this peak sword still failed to achieve any effect.

Garen's attack came later, shattering Grace's stomach as soon as he raised his blade, piercing the Archangel's chest.

There is no momentum at all, and there is no energy response at all. Garen's attack is illogical and unpredictable. It is almost like the supreme **** put his finger on your head, and he sent an oracle to order you to die without any explanation. , you have to die.

Grace fell from the radiance, was blown away, and crashed into the burning island. A terrifying blood hole appeared in his chest, and the edges were full of scorching black scars. Click to download this site APP, massive novels, free to read!