Goode swore that it was definitely the most incredible sight he had ever seen in his life.

If you have to describe it, it is a volcano floating in the air. This volcano does not have only one spout, but blooms everywhere!

After the earth-shaking explosion, not only was the upper dome swept away by flames, but hundreds of dark red flames were sprayed out of the fields around the city. He could completely imagine the scene inside the God of Creation: under the astonishing high temperature, the red mist turned into a ball of viscous flames, like ignited oil, which further increased the temperature of the air, made it intensified and expanded, and finally broke out from the caves and cracks near the ground!

This means that there is no place for the devil to escape, and even if they hide in a secret room that can withstand high pressure and impact, they will be baked to death by thousands of high temperatures.

It was definitely a hellish scene.

Even if it was the enemy, Goode felt a little sympathy for him at this moment.

However, his own situation is not much better now.

The short distance of the God of God from the center to the edge of the short dozens of kilometers can be called a chain reaction of crisis without any sign of aborting. Those flame flows that are often dozens of meters high are like sharp blades, and as long as they hit, they will definitely be destroyed and killed. If this is still something he can resolve with skills, then the "rain of fire" falling from the sky is not something he can control.

The debris that were initially ejected with the explosion have now entered the fall stage. They are either semi-melting stones or burning glue. As long as Goode raises his head, he can see the dense fire points above his head, which look like they cover the sky and the sun, and even the light of the morning light is pressed over.

"Damn, have you seen the things in the sky?" Fenjin shouted from the other end.

"Nonsense, I'm not blind!"

"Its range is too exaggerated. There is no time to fly out at this moment! If it falls, I think we can't escape no matter how we run!"

"No... there is another place... to avoid it." At this time, a voice suddenly appeared in the channel.

Obviously, it was Manfold who was snatching in front of them. Perhaps due to the different directions of dispersion and the barriers between them, his communication seemed a little blurred.

"Agree, but the premise is that we can arrive in time!" Goode replied.

"Wait... aren't you serious?" Fenkin quickly reacted, "This thing is about to crash, do you still want to take refuge with it?"

He knew that his companions were right, in fact, when the second explosion occurred, Goode knew in his heart that His Majesty's plan had taken effect.

The God of Creation is obviously pouring out little by little. Although it is still suspended in the air about a hundred meters above the ground, this change undoubtedly shows that the magic core that controls the floating city has been destroyed, and falling is just a matter of time.

If they can fly under the base of the God of Creation before the fire rain falls, they can avoid the fate of being affected by the eruption. However, considering that the floating land is constantly falling, it is also risky to do so. Once the direction and speed are not controlled properly, they either fall directly into the ground or hit the black stone wall, and the outcome will not be much better than being hit directly by the fire rain.

But at least the former doesn’t have to be left to fate!

At this moment, the plane finally turned into a flat flight state, and Goode increased the accelerator to the maximum and rushed towards the edge of the God of Creation!

...

On the Seagull, Sylvi saw the destruction of the Devil King City.

The violently expanding red mist not only swelled along the city dome, but also rushed open the gate at the bottom of the tower. The burning red mist turned into a thick column of flames under high pressure. First, it instantly swallowed up the devil gathered below, and then burned the earth like a musket, covering a range of several kilometers.

Then there were falling rocks that were sprinkled like rain. Most of them were covered with flames or red all over, falling to the earth one after another. The terrifying beasts that protected the royal city were almost destroyed. No matter which direction they fled, they were difficult to avoid this heavenly punishment-like blow.

The devil camp, which is still some distance from the royal city, was also seriously affected, but they were finally located on the edge of the eruption. Although the troops retreating from the beginning were not completely unscathed, they would not be wiped out. I am afraid that for them, the creation, once regarded as a miracle, would now turn into a molten city of active fire, would be a truly unbearable blow.

At least Sylvie saw many devils standing still, watching the Black Stone Tower pressing towards them.

After two explosions, the God of God created was completely paralyzed.

It dragged the two flames erupting up and down and sank along the original path. A quarter of an hour later, the top of the giant pyramid below first contacted the ground. The collision between the two triggered a third roar, and the squeezed hot air wave even formed a small shock wave.

Under the action of inertia, the floating land continued to slide forward, crushing the camp and outpost below it into powder. When it stopped slowly, a ditch that was several thousand meters wide was drawn behind it.

The gushing flame also weakened at this moment, and the rolling smoke and dust had a certain suppression effect, but that would never mean it would subside. Now the interior of the God of God is like a hot stove. This can be seen from the red cracks on the surface of the earth that may have burned for several months before the fire will truly wait for the day to be extinguished. Before that, the devils living in the city will become its fuel.

The only thing Silvi is concerned about now is the three people rushing under the God of Creation.

"...How about it, have you seen anything?" His Highness Tilly was also asking about their whereabouts.

"No, I haven't found it yet..." She replied with a lip biting her lips. The God of God has experienced overturning, falling and sliding. You can imagine the risks that he wants to accompany him along the way. If it doesn't happen for a long time, it's probably a lot of good luck. "Wait," suddenly, her magical eye noticed several inconspicuous black spots, which looked like gravel rolled up by air waves, but it has not landed on the ground for a long time.

Sylvie mobilized the last magic and enlarged his vision. He saw three gray-white biplane rushing out of the rolling smoke and dust. The sign of the tower spear on the tail wing seemed particularly distinct! Although each aircraft looked broken, not only was there a layer of dust on the wings, and the skin was no longer smooth and complete, at least the fuselage was still intact.

She couldn't say it for a moment, as if something was blocking her chest.

After sniffing, Sylvie picked up the talisman and replied, "Your Highness... those three of them are fine."

"Is that?" Tilly's tone suddenly became much more relaxed, "I just knew."

"If you really know, you won't always ask." Andrea, who was standing beside her, secretly curled her lips.
Chapter completed!