Chapter 1180 Sun God: I’m About to Be Burned to Death, I’m Exhausted, I Can’t Do It Anymore

Chapter 1180 Sun God: I'm about to be burned to death, I'm exhausted, I can't do it anymore...

The two leading soldiers who went deep into the Kingdom of the Sun to investigate, the level 15 radiant knight and the level 15 radiant priest looked at each other, turned around and left.

They have been delayed here for almost a month. The summer solstice—or the winter solstice here—is not far away, and the best time to attack the false gods is not far away either!

Send the message back as quickly as possible. Then, use the highest speed to push the army of the Lord of Glory, the army of the Governor's Mansion, and the servants of the local indigenous people over as quickly as possible!

Kill the false gods, kill the local strong men, and annex this fertile land!

They both leapt up, reaching their highest speed, and turned into a stream of light and headed north. There was silence below, and no one was flying to stop him:

All temples have received orders from the chief priest of the main temple to close their doors and pray with all their strength. Nobles, their families, and all powerful men with the power of the Sun God flowing in their blood have also prayed with all their strength under the organization of the temple.

The great sun god has reached the most critical moment!

Success or failure depends on this!

All people, all people who believe in the Sun God, worship the Sun God, and whose power comes from the Sun God, pray with all your strength! Use your beliefs and songs to provide strength to the Sun God!

"...False gods are false gods!" Reverend Guanghui looked down at the dotted lights on the mountains and sneered disdainfully. Observing with spiritual eyes, the divine flame flowing on the temple became weaker and weaker:

"Hypocritical Sun God, a despicable existence that claims to possess the brilliance of the sun! You are vulnerable to the power of the Lord of Glory! No matter how many false praises and false worships there are, it is impossible for you to become even stronger!"

The "hypocritical sun god" is struggling. It was faster than Grete expected, or in other words, the Sun God became more and more skilled and efficient in transporting ore time and time again.

The quantity transported each time went from 100 tons to 200 tons, and soon it reached 500 tons——

It's not that there can't be more, but that a section of mineral vein can only hold so much ore.

Cut off veins, transport ore, spill and stir. Throwing 500 tons of borax and lead into a small section of burning ore vein is the most efficient solution. No matter how much, the flames in the veins will be too big, and the fire extinguishing efficiency will not be high...

After repeated tossing and trying, Sun God adjusted the quantity of each shipment to 500 tons. Once it was transported, Elder Fahim and others followed it forward a section, and unlocked such a small section of the seal of the elven secret realm.

Piece after piece, piece after piece. Looking down from the sky, the secret realm of elves, which was always bright even in the night sky, gradually dimmed.

Those wounds that opened in the earth, and in those wounds, there were flames that had been rolling for thousands of years. The fields where elves grow herbs, the forests where they wander and sing, the gardens where they date...

Although those burned, destroyed, withered, and twisted places have not yet recovered, the flames have at least been extinguished. Elder Fahim led the young elves and walked slowly among them, his old face full of nostalgia and sadness.

——Thousands of years. For the first time, in this secret realm of elves, I saw the hope of being saved and healed.

Gretel was not allowed to enter the secret realm. Of course, he didn't want to go in unless he had to, or if someone held a knife to his neck. He squatted in the bunker outside the secret realm, leaning against the light screen in front of Senior Brother Baierbo, looking left and right:

"It seems to be getting weaker?"

"Yeah, it's getting weaker and weaker." Archmage Baierbo raised his hand and dialed twice, called up a number, and compared it back and forth twice. Turning his head, he looked at Grete with some confusion:

"What gift from the world are you talking about? Is it really good? Is it really in time? I think it is very tired..."

The Sun God was indeed exhausted. Even if it is 200,000 tons of ore, it needs to be wrapped up with the power of nothingness, transported dozens of miles away, and then put into the veins for stirring. The consumption is not a small amount.

The key is, professionalism is not appropriate!

It's not the earth element! The earth element attracts ores and controls the ores, that's instinctive, but for him, it's purely through brute force! The power consumption is doubled and doubled!

Moreover, during the process of stirring the veins, he had to endure the burning all the time... The burning was so painful... Although he was the god in charge of light and heat and had some resistance to burning, it still hurt. …

Is this... the power of the real sun...

Viracocha, the sun god, tried hard to endure the burning, and tried again and again to carry the ore to the elven secret realm. There are indeed gifts from the world, but they are not many. The trickling rain fell on him like light rain, which could only slightly moisten his burning pain.

As for the kind of large gifts, the kind that can directly advance an earth element...

The sun god has been working hard for a long time and has not seen it yet.

"Work harder, it's coming soon!" The little guy who tempted him over came to encourage him every time he came back to transport things:

"As long as the world's gifts are always there, as for the big ones, you may need to go to the secret realm to heal them all and settle them together... It would definitely be the same for me! Give a big one in the first transaction, then settle it slowly, and finally give another wave big!"

Viracocha, the sun god, thought so too. It went back and forth in waves, carried again and again, and finally, in the entire elven secret realm, only the blazing flame on the top of the central mountain remained—

Just looking at it made him tremble and fear from deep inside.

That was what he had seen since the first moment of his consciousness, a splendor as powerful as a thousand suns——

There is no way out!

rush!

Viracocha, the sun god, struggled to roll up the mineral sand on the ground, turned it into a ball of misty gray light, and rushed upward. In the bunker behind, Gretel looked at the image on the light screen and prayed silently:

Come on!

You must work hard!

During the Chernobyl nuclear power plant accident that year, more than 600 Soviet pilots flew helicopters around the clock, making thousands of shuttles and dumping 5,000 tons of a mixture of borax, lead, etc. into the reactor.

Most of them died in pain soon after receiving large doses of radiation, or suffered from leukemia, cancer, etc., and struggled in pain for a long time;

But this time, the elves made it... It is said that they were purifying the Well of Eternity and wanted to cultivate more powerful elves. In the end, they blew it up... Such a huge reactor core built on a natural mine , how much borax should be thrown in?

5,000 tons is probably not enough, 10,000 tons?

50,000 tons is enough!

Fortunately, the indigenous sun god was tricked into doing the hard work. Otherwise, if the elves were allowed to do the work, God knows how many people would die and how many would get sick!

Sun God, work harder!

An extraordinarily huge cloud of borax and lead rumbled up, aimed at the pillar of fire, and pressed down overwhelmingly. The moment it came into contact with the central pillar of fire, even Gretel, who was far away from the secret realm, heard an extremely tragic wail.

"ah--"

Uh... take it easy, boss! You are injured! Don't throw yourself into the pillar of fire!

Or, are you considering baking the scars left by the glorious Holy See on your body with radioactive flames?

Viracocha, the sun god, is tougher than Grete imagined. The borax and lead cloud rolled slightly in the pillar of fire, and a yellow light rose from it and turned outside the secret realm. Soon, another large lead cloud enveloped it.

Although, that yellow light has completely turned to bronze. Without looking at the numbers on his senior brother's light screen, Gretel could see that it was extremely weak with his naked eyes.

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