My universe in a bottle

Elf world.

The gods in the trees chased him all the way.

They floated a large ship on the sea, peered into the ocean below, and discovered Herodotus's horrific results, feeling both joy and fear in their hearts.

That was an abyssal army of millions.

He broke into two unprecedented realms in succession, and actually defeated such a terrifying number by himself.

It turns out that the later one’s life reaches, the more terrifying one’s individual power becomes?

but.

No matter how powerful you are, you will be exhausted to death.

Herodotus is like a rapidly burning candle that may be extinguished at any time.

"We can't step forward to help." Minis stood in front of the gods, "Because that kind of power is undifferentiated power, and we will also be targeted."

"Then, we can only be ready to respond at any time!" said a god.

That being said.

Keminis's heart couldn't stop sinking.

Herodotus had no intention of turning back.

Fight all the way to the end, to prevent the Demon Emperor's resurrection, and take the opportunity to swallow the souls of the dead along the way to maintain your own soul.

He wants to level the entire abyss world by himself.

"hateful!"

Minnis's eyes were blood red, and his fists were clenched tighter and tighter.

Civilization is on the verge of life and death, and there is nothing I can do.

What was even more painful for him was that although they were both geniuses of the same era, Artabibia and Herodotus were far beyond him, reaching unbelievable and terrifying heights.

And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't catch up with that figure.

A complex emotion of despair and helplessness continued to spread in my heart.

Iris is quietly hidden in a corner of the abyss.

He stretched out his spider legs gracefully and looked at the terrifying death battlefield with an expressionless face, "He is too strong. He obviously got the thunder power from me, but he used it so horribly."

His emotions were equally complex.

That power has surpassed the understanding of troop formations in ordinary cold weapon wars. It is like a real ancient mythical war. One person can push the entire army horizontally, making people unable to breathe.

"My time has not yet come."

It dives deep into the seabed and observes all this secretly.

Spiders are animals that are good at patience, weaving their webs silently and waiting silently.

The bottom of the abyss.

Boom.

The eighth floor was quickly penetrated, and news of the fall of the royal capital came.

It was as if a storm swept through the surroundings, strangling all the soldiers who came near. The electromagnetic storm could kill the life of a city, which was like a god!

"The power of an individual is terrifying to this extent."

"This is a terrifying individual soldier above the heroic level!"

"Is this the right path for civilization? Quantity is a joke, quality is the right path."

All the high-level officials of the Abyss looked slightly pale, and the shadow of civilization extinction continued to hang over them.

That terrifying power was unimaginable in their eyes. Even some wise men tried to deduce it, but they couldn't see anything at all because the level gap was too big.

Talus was anxiously dispatching his troops, "Go on and stop him!"

"yes!"

"The bone fields and crypts are all starting to breed abyssal species at an accelerated pace, no matter the cost!"

Countless scholars in the abyss are running around, and the final battle of civilization has arrived.

Sylph stayed on the throne, standing next to the demon monarch with his eyes closed like a maid, ready to be called upon at any time.

The aura of this demon monarch is getting stronger and stronger.

It's incredibly fast.

You must know that the difficulty is extremely terrifying, comparable to rewriting most of the underlying code of a super complex software.

"But war is so hopeless."

She took a deep breath and looked at the horrific, brutal and bloody war in the abyss.

At this moment, Suzanne finally successfully transferred the scene in Sylph's consciousness to her mind.

"We finally caught up, is this the abyss?" Looking at this terrible mythical war for the first time, she suddenly felt a little panicked in her heart.

A suburb of Phoenix.

Outside the gate, in the courtyard.

Sylph, wearing a hood to hide her elf ears, sat under an umbrella with Suzanne and had afternoon tea.

The sun is shining down and the autumn wind is blowing slowly.

Both of them had no intention of eating, and kept looking at the scene in the abyss mythical world.

This is not a fantasy epic movie, but a real war in another world.

In Sylph's eyes, countless people were crying in pain, their families were broken up, cities were destroyed, and a large number of troops piled up into mountains of corpses. However, there were still countless heroes who stepped forward and bought precious time with their lives to cover the retreat of the troops.

The tragic war made Suzanne look pale in peacetime.

"It's okay," but Suzanne still comforted the nervous Sylph.

She was just synchronizing what she saw, but the other party was truly immersed in the situation, and the pressure she endured was countless times greater than hers.

"Sylph, just watch quietly, and I will accompany you to witness the end and rebirth of an entire era."

"No matter who wins or loses, you will not be in trouble as a double agent. This is the way of life I have prepared for you." Suzanne comforted in a low voice.

Boom.

Herodotus completely penetrated the entire abyss and reached the bottom.

The old man is getting older.

When he came to the palace, he was clearly in the sea, but his brilliant white hair was flying like flames.

"How can it be?"

"You're already here?"

At this moment, he ignored those civilized wise men and looked straight ahead, finally seeing the demon on the throne.

The ancient abyss king had a handsome pale face, wearing a crown, and huge purple threaded sheep horns protruding from his forehead.

The ferocious black war heavy armor is like a lobster armor, full of power and beauty, with slender fingers wrapped in five joints like a lobster.

What he had under his feet was not the soles of his feet, but something like animal hooves, quietly stepping on the ground.

The ancient aura full of despair, coldness, and death rushed towards my face.

The other person was sitting on the throne, seemingly motionless, but in fact he was constantly moving.

The inside of the body is boiling like hot water, as if the mountains are burning and the sea is boiling, and the mountains are roaring with tsunamis. This is because the genes in the body are transforming.

"I've caught up. I'll do my best to come."

The Elf God King Herodotus walked out step by step, his momentum getting stronger and stronger. At this moment, he finally began to use all his strength, leaving no trace behind.

"You transformed your bloodline and restructured your body. Now, you are transforming and you are still unable to move."

Herodotus understood this state.

Modifying the underlying life code is equivalent to a high-rise building. While maintaining the limit of collapse, various building load-bearing walls are demolished, and then the underlying building is reshaped.

This is the most vulnerable time. A slight movement will cause the whole person's genes to collapse and his flesh and blood to collapse.

"Go back to the old days! Go back to the tomb to sleep! The old emperor!"

He looked old and shouted with authority:

"The descendants of this era are all born of you, but they are already in a new era. The war in our new era has nothing to do with you."

"I respect you as a hero of a super ancient civilization. Don't fall in my hands. Now, I am weak and have poor knowledge. I am not worthy to kill you, a sage who once ruled an era."

"If I can still live and reach my peak in the future, I will wake you up and fight you."

At this moment, the man on the throne slowly opened his eyes and looked at him quietly: "It's true that I only managed to repair one arm."

Herodotus looked at the man on the seat coldly, and did not delay any longer. He was particularly decisive, "Since I don't want to go back to your time, then I will take action."

Zi La La!

The bioelectricity stored in the body is rapidly transformed and accumulated.

In the sea water, he actually focused the current around him at a strange and precise frequency, as if his entire body was made of wisps of arcs.

At this moment, Herodotus exhausted all his strength.

His muscles exploded, countless electric currents formed a huge male figure, electromagnetism formed his crown, thunder turned into his scepter, and the electric field became his shirt.

"Indeed, I only have one hand."

Looking at the opponent's strength, the demon monarch on the seat slowly raised his hand, "However, most of my strength is in my hands."

He stretched out a pair of dark red crystal-clear, slender palms with metallic luster. The palms were very broad and broad, as if they contained the most terrifying power in the world.

One punch!

Sweeping across the battlefield like a whirlwind, the storm created by the punch formed a circle of bubble cavities, which spiraled out in circles, shaking the entire hall and bombarding the Elf King Herodotus in front of him.

Boom, boom, boom!

Explosions continued in the air.

A huge crash sounded like drums and bells throughout the surroundings.

The terrifying sound was deafening, and a punch instantly caused a flash of light from the bottom of the sea, and an earth-shattering wave of air and heat erupted.

Fine white bubbles rushed out one after another.

The attacking Herodotus was knocked away from the air and flew backwards.

This is the characteristic of the strongest boxer on the earth, the bird-tailed mantis shrimp - "bubble punch".

Half a millisecond after each fist is punched, the high-speed water flow pushed away during the punch causes the water pressure to drop rapidly and instantly vaporizes, creating a bubble in front of the fist.

This is called cavitation.

When these small bubbles burst, they will produce huge shock waves that can blow holes in the steel propeller.

The fist will shine for a moment and dissipate heat. The temperature at that moment can reach a maximum of 6700 degrees Celsius, which is approximately equal to the temperature of the surface of the sun.

At the moment of bombardment, a sound of 218 decibels will erupt.

Human ears can't stand it either, let alone little creatures at close range.

Underneath all kinds of terrifying abilities, he is the unbelievably strongest fist.

Now, he has finally inherited the true power of a punch, even if it is only one hand, it is already outrageous and exaggerated.

"This is??"

At this moment, everyone was shocked to see that this was just an ordinary and extremely simple straight punch.

After all, they are too crude and have little background.

Not to mention.

The three-in-one in front of me is so much better than the original version.

After the bubbles dissipated in an instant, Herodotus' whole figure was as tattered as a rag doll, and even he slowly showed a trace of sluggishness, "This punch, is this the life level of a god?"