Chapter 1181 Will the Sun God Transform Into the Lord of Glory?

Clouds of borax and lead rolled and swept towards the pillar of fire in the center of the secret realm.

Groups of gray-black ore fell into the pillar of fire, and were then burned into magma by the astonishingly high heat.

The liquid form of borax and lead leaked downwards, flowing into the seal set by the elves with their lives, into the purification device that was blown to pieces, and into the veins under the purification device...

Into, the palace that the elves once regarded as their spiritual sustenance, and the garden where the eternal tree grew.

Then, the high heat and strong smoke that had been bound by the seal rose up in the direction of the borax.

Elder Fahim's expression changed.

Aneri Linge and Della Van Locia changed their expressions.

Idian's face changed drastically, and he stepped forward and stood sideways in front of the elder. However, let alone a half-legendary warrior, even a legendary warrior could not stand up to the power of countless elven elders who had gathered their lifelong essence. …

So pale, so weak.

Even Gretel saw the smoke column rising in the distance and reaching the sky. Gretel's expression changed, and he quickly asked his senior brother to close the bunker door, close the windows, turn on all the air filtration equipment to the maximum, and let the magic puppet wait to change the filter element at any time...

"There is an unknown amount of radioactive material in this smoke and dust! Close the door! Close the door! Don't be exposed!"

If the smoke and dust rise so high and are blown away by the wind, how far will it spread? 100 kilometers? 200 kilometers? Thousands of kilometers?

...Even, permeate the entire southern continent, and then blow to the black continent with the monsoon?

Gretel doesn't know. He only knows that the elves have tried their best to block radioactive damage in the contaminated area for so many years, and it is very likely that-

All previous efforts were wasted.

If only the Sun God could restrain the smoke and dust and suppress them... Can the Sun God do that? You won’t be able to hold on, right?

The borax and lead blocks piled outside have almost been shipped, but the yellow light rising over there is getting darker and darker, and it is almost turning into bronze...

There are still injuries on it!

There are also injuries caused by the Glory Holy See that are still lingering!

What if you are too tired, consume too much energy, cannot suppress the injury, and just collapse? ——Even if it didn’t collapse, what if it was contaminated by the injury and swallowed up?

If he suddenly transformed into the shape of the Lord of Glory, so many people present would really be unable to cry!

Damn it, if only it rained!

Then, as Grete wished, it rained. It was pattering, not very big, and even the coverage area was not wide - not even a drop of rain fell outside the secret realm where Gretel was.

However, the smoke column in the center of the secret realm was suppressed gently but firmly. From a distance, it looks like someone brought a pot of cold water and poured it on the smoke column -

Dense in the center and sparse around it. Not a single bit was wasted, washing the smoky sky in the secret realm from gloomy and gray to clear and transparent.

"This is an amazing move!" Archmage Baierbo praised with his hands. Not only did he praise him, he also dragged Gretel over and explained to his junior brother by holding his ears:

"Look at this cloud of rain. It doesn't take any more or less force. It can control the flow of wind and attract the circulation of water vapor in such a large range. The method can be so exquisite! Even at the legendary level, without the help of Magic circles and mythical locks can’t do it either!”

Gretel was still a little confused. Compared to his senior brother, he pays more attention to another point:

"Look, the sun god... seems to be lighting up!"

It does light up. Above the secret realm, a somewhat dim halo appeared. Compared with what Grete saw when talking to it, the halo was much dimmer, and it was inconspicuous under the midday sun——

The entire color is between golden yellow and bronze. At first glance, it looks like a rusted copper plate or a salted duck egg dripping with oil. The fat coming out of the center of the yolk is even a little dark and black.

At this moment, the color of the copper plate was getting brighter little by little, as if the raindrops falling on it directly turned into vast energy.

And as the copper plate becomes brighter, the rust on it, or the scar in the center of the halo, is also twisting and exploding. The things that were once entrenched on it seemed to be pushed out by a very strong force, and flowed out from the center of the salted egg yolk like grease.

If Grete had a sharper tongue, he might have guessed:

"Hey, have you started popping pimples? Oh no, have you started debriding?"

Compared to Grete who was watching from a distance, Elder Fahim and others who were close to the center of the secret realm could see it more clearly. Especially Elder Fahim and Idian, a legend and a half-step legend, raised their heads and looked at the halo above, their hearts wavering:

"This is...this is..."

This is the joy of the world.

This is the song of nature.

Pitter-patter, among the falling raindrops, countless hazy brilliance lit up. Rise, flutter, fall. Along with the raindrops and light spots, there seemed to be endless sounds in the void:

A wail of agony.

A sad cry.

A scream of fear.

The joy of release.

A sigh of relief...

Finally, finally, everything fell quietly with the raindrops. Open your spiritual eyes to observe, or sink into the Emerald Dream to observe, and you can even see human faces, large and small, appearing on the surface of those raindrops.

Old people, children, men, women. The natives of the Kingdom of the Sun, the residents of the Old World...

Those people cried, laughed, or were burned for too long, and their spirituality and memory were almost wiped out.

Whether it is being admitted into the Kingdom of God as a believer and then being used as a weapon in an attack, or being devoured by the gods in a blood sacrifice.

These remaining souls were excluded from the power of the Sun God in this gift from the world, and were forever free.

The shackles were opened, the pain was healed, and finally, it returned to tranquility and dispersed in the mountains and forests.

"very nice."

"really not bad."

“It makes people happy just to look at it.”

The elves raised their faces and let the rain wet their foreheads and hair, and then silently flowed down the corners of their eyes. With so many souls gaining freedom here and scattered in the mountains and forests here, the spirituality and vitality in the mountains and forests will definitely be greatly enriched...

"This time, the gift from the world is very good!"

Elder Fahim sighed softly. Infinite vitality fell on him with the rain, replenishing the vitality that had been taken away by the years, and making his old and tired body strong.

After just standing for a while, Elder Fahim felt that his hands and feet were stronger and his back was straightened. Although it won't make you rejuvenate, it won't be a problem to last another hundred or two hundred years.

"I feel like I'm doing better."

Idian raised his head and took a deep breath of the fragrant air after the rain. The power that fell on him was gentle, tranquil, and full of vitality, full of nourishing and hair-growing power.

This half-step legend, who had been in and out of the elven secret realm dozens of times, leaving numerous hidden wounds on his body, felt for a moment that his illness was gone——

"I feel that after I finish tidying up this place and bringing it back to life, I might be able to try to become a legend!"

He held his right fist and waved it in the air, feeling the power rushing from his heart to his muscles and bones, and he was full of confidence. Elder Fahim smiled at him and looked up at the sky:

They were all like this. What kind of gift did Viracocha, the sun god, who exerted the greatest strength and took the greatest risk in this operation, get?

Will its injuries heal?

Can its power rise to another level?

Its light has begun to converge, sinking bit by bit, as if it is about to fall into sleep... Can it end its transformation before the enemy arrives?

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