The Crystal Palace Of Heaven

Just when the history of destined youth will be called “the Eliashar Uprising” by those who later carried the red flag, the fire has been ignited in the most prosperous city of Orzo, and it shows the trend of the prairie On the island with the highest altitude in Orso Sky District, the huge magic circle finally reached the final step of its operation.

"What a long journey it is, at my age, I will be here to stay with you for almost a whole day." Mrs. Ovillia Dandy Lain sighed, her hands sticking her staff Face full of fatigue. Her appearance has always been much younger than her true age. At first glance, she looks like a lady who is only forty years old but still has charm and infinite temperament and elegance, but her mental outlook is really very close to a twilight. The old man.

Of course, such extraordinary spellcasters, the owners of the extraordinary family, will not always expose their fatigue to outsiders, especially the officials and the juniors. Mrs. Ovelia took out a bottle of purple potion from her arms and poured it into herself. After a while, she opened her eyes and straightened her body, and her mental and physical strength seemed to be restored to the highest condition in an instant... except that there were a few wrinkles on the lady's face. Of course, considering her real age, these are just a few small details that are not worth mentioning.

"Among our partners, only you and I can understand the puzzles of the world. We can only work a little harder. Fortunately, with the device, we can operate this kind of large-scale magic only by the magic of the two of us, and There is still a way to take a break, "said Golder Vilambat, the ancestor of the Violet family. He was also gray now, angry like a gossip, and felt that no one would be surprised when he ascended to heaven at any time.

However, after all, he hadn't ascended to heaven, so he finally got physical strength and took out a bottle of the same potion to pour it on himself.

"I heard that the magic potion made by the little girl named Moore is better than the formula used by our old zombies for more than 500 years. It may not have such a significant recovery effect, but the side effects can be ignored. Leah said to Gold.

"I know, so before the war I sent someone to buy some success from her workshop, but now even the materials have not been deduced, let alone the restoration of recipes and spell structures. We are a group of old Zombies, the people underneath are all waste, and the fresh blood they finally want to incorporate has become the enemy that wants to bury us completely. But even so, we still have to struggle."

"We are codlings! But even the bugs need to struggle before they are eaten by the birds." Ouweilia laughed: "So, the last step is about to start ... just, look at your spell It seems that there are some modifications to the technique structure. "

　　 "What we want to call back is not the fragments of a broken old world, but the ark that will guide our civilization into the new world. It was originally different." Old Gold said.

"Into the new world ... Ark?" Mrs. O'Villia raised her eyebrows, looked out and looked at the fortress Olahran, where there were tens of thousands of enemies; she looked again. Looking at the other side, the hustle and bustle of Eliashar in the distance, there are the people who are uprising.

"New world eh." The squinting old lady smiled, her face full of unspeakable irony.

Old Master Gold did not see it, waved his hands gently, and pulled out a complicated magic circle in the void in front of him. He dived his right hand into the halo of the magic circle, and gently pulled it to pull out a short stick-like object. The object is only slightly longer than the forearm, and it is the same size as the standard staff assigned by the Learning Alliance to the magic apprentice and the poor ghost battle mage. The head of the stick is brilliant and golden like the morning light. The overall shape is the shape of the roulette. The shaft wheel supporting the skeleton of the roulette is also decorated with various gemstones to decorate the shape of the sun, moon and stars; the body of the stick is divided into Two sections, the first half is a cloud-like white, without any flaws in the whole body, just like a piece of fine white jade polished a little bit; the second half is slightly dark and dark blue, It even feels a bit rusty, the shape is rugged and simple, and there are many more protruding teeth and dents. At first glance, it looks like a key with a considerable number of years.

This is the treasure of the Vilambat family, with the famous staff of "Octalia's wisdom rights". Of course, it can also be referred to as "violet authority". We know by listening to this name, this treasure is famous because of its holder, but not the other way around. Therefore, the general public thought that the Violet power was created by the ancestor of the Vilambat family, Octaglia. This one of the founding fathers of the Federation is also the leading contemporary master of alchemy and magical instruments. Not surprising.

"However, these are all fabricated covers?" Said Ovelia.

"If the story compiled lasts for hundreds of years, it will become true, and finally become history." Gold Vilanbat said: "If there is no change brought by our old friend Olucello, I He has always been prepared to do so, because his true history is meaningless. The newest thing that will bring change to this world is to awaken the oldest history. This is what we need to do now! "

"Change can't be stopped. It's just that if we can't grasp the change in our hands, it's meaningless. We are holding this kind of consciousness, so that we can breathe until today." Mrs. Ovillia said.

Gold was indecisive, and he remained silent for a few seconds, then turned back and said: "Olga, let's get started."

The young girl of the Vilambat nodded and began to manipulate his machine. The light of the guiding circuit becomes brighter and brighter, like a dozen small suns have been shining. The huge energy is transferred to the magic array at the base of the temple through mechanical operation and pipeline transmission, as if the entire island was flooded with light energy.

The huge battle line which was drawn by the two great magicians for almost a whole day started to work silently. Originally, this scale was derived from the huge magic circle of the entire temple foundation. If it was sketched out, it would consume almost all the physical and magic power of the two Austrian gatekeepers, and then it would not be able to operate by "human power" at all. But if it is not working, such a magnificent circle, no matter how complicated, subtle, mysterious, and great, it is meaningless drawing work.

But now, the force guiding mechanism set here has finally completed the only, but the most insurmountable step of this giant magic circle-the endless magic.

The two heads of house began to sing the mantra loudly, but the people around them heard it in a language they had never heard before, mysterious, elegant, sober, yet majestic.

"Yes, is it Dragon's language?" Princess Ina from Anrotalia asked her little aunt.

"Dragon language I can understand, is not this, nor is it the language of giants and mortals, nor the vault." Olga shook his head. She is not a mage but has an excellent IQ. Those languages ​​that require realm and strength to be pronounced are naturally unspeakable, but listening and reading is absolutely no problem.

Is of course impossible to be a devilish language. If Devil's Language is such an elegant and clean style, their reputation will not be so bad.

And at this time, the lengthy mantra finally reached the last paragraph.

"An ancient will rests in my hands; the fragments of the world return to reality! Obey the rules of the world, respond to the will of all beings, respond to my call! I am the surrogate of the world's will, I am the executor of completion. The etheric tide on the way will dissipate and cross the barrier of spatial restraint! "

"Return to this world? Abandoned child of the etheric sea! Guardian of the sky!"

Old Gold pierced the staff in his hand into the magic circle rising in front of him, and then chanted out the last sentence of the mantra aloud: "Come back! The city that my ancestor guards!"

Countless halos, on the magic circle, on the guidance device, and the halo generated by the magic power on the two magisters, suddenly gathered into a point, drifted into the sky, and then disappeared instantly Unknowingly. For a time, just before the island that was set against the light like daylight, it returned to the darkness again.

The time passed very quickly ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ That is a few seconds. Of course, it may be very slow. Because some people on the scene thought that they had failed, they sat on the ground and could no longer stand.

But, soon, the light wheel, which is hundreds of thousands of times larger than the white light spot just now, suddenly appeared in the night sky, making people unable to open their eyes. Under the cover of light, everyone almost ignored the sudden appearing in the night void, like a thick wave-like stagnation. They waved wildly and hissed wildly, like a group of twisted ghosts, wanting to capture the sun-like light wheel back into their own world. However, they do not seem to belong to this world after all. In the gap between the halo and the night sky, they began to pause, and finally disappeared.

And this time, the light wheel also began to spread. It does not diffuse its light in all directions like the sun, but it turns the light into a line, forming a neat and tight frame, just like drawing a huge architectural composition in the air.

The building structure, which was so large and almost comparable to the whole island of Elixir, stood in the dark night sky. In the structure of line drawing, the bodies that make up them begin to emerge, condense, and solidify, and finally form a down-to-earth body.

After a few minutes, huge artificial structures were suspended above Eliashar, just like the deity's palace, overlooking everything in the world.

Its name is the Spiral Stronghold, the city of Lerensachs. In the era of the great collapse of the war of the gods, it is a symbol of hope. The people who are fighting for survival and the continuation of civilization are called "the ark of the sky".

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