On the holy mountain.

The battle between Valkyrie Bren Hill and Archangel Gris gradually came to an end.

"Destroy!"

Bren Hill took one step forward.

Turning back and twisting, the smooth curved figure looks like a long bow, tightening it with force!

Bang!

Amid the huge sonic boom that tore the air, the spear in her hand turned into a stream of light, and with a devastating breath, pierced into the middle of the Archangel Gris's chest.

Three different radiation bursts from the wound.

The dazzling gold represents eternal silver and chaotic gray-black.

Among the three types of radiation.

As a veteran penalty area-level strongman, Gris has an advantage in terms of both the quality and concentration of radiation.

But what is terrible is that White Wolf and Bren Hill have the same power. The two radiations cooperate with each other, just like a huge millstone, with the blessing of the eternal spear, they defeated the golden radiation used by Gris to protect the body.

Boom!

Destructive power bursts out from the tip of the gun.

Gris's huge body was smashed and turned into powder all over the sky.

Scarlet flesh and blood and broken feathers sprinkled, and the entire holy mountain was stained with a miserable layer of blood.

"this…"

Around them, all the nobles and priests who witnessed this battle.

At this moment, I felt a feeling of faith collapse.

Not to mention the ordinary mortal nobles, even the Archangel Gris himself could not accept it.

In the distance.

It's like the light flowing backwards at the same time.

The flesh and blood that fell all over the sky began to gather again.

The glorious figure of the Archangel Gris appeared in people's sight.

However, this time, the smile on his face finally disappeared and a huge hole that was transparent to the front and back appeared in the middle of his chest.

Even with the fourth life level, it is almost immortal.

This injury.

It can't heal.

This means that the full-strength attack of Bren Hill and White Wolf just now has already hurt the origin of the Archangel.

If this battle continues.

Without external interference, the Archangel may die.

"pity…"

Gris sighed softly, shook his head, and his face became solemn again.

He reached out and gently brushed through his chest, granulation grew intertwined, and the wound healed again at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the radiation concentration on his body was dimmed a little.

Obviously, this method.

It also costs a certain price for the Archangel.

"You, or you, are even stronger than the Valkyrie of the past." Gris exclaimed, "But unfortunately, the current environment is different from the past, and you have no future."

"We and even Terraria's future are in our own hands."

Bren Hill gasped.

The battle just now was also a considerable consumption for her.

But at the same time, the Valkyrie, who had just entered the fourth life level, also grew rapidly in this war.

She waved her hand.

Kungunier, who was inserted into the ground in the distance, buzzed and trembled, flew back to Bren Hill's hand.

The gray-black radiation like fog spreads behind it, covering the sky and the sun, and the void around it seemed that it could not bear that power.

Broken, cracks spread.

Click!

The huge body of the white wolf stepped out of it.

They stood together, their equally gray-blue pupils gazing at the archangel in the distance.

"The evolution of life is endless. On this road, the only thing you can do is to be humble. Otherwise, it will lead to destruction, just like my tribe in the past."

"That glorious years have finally become history."

Gris opened his arms and chanted in a poetic tone.

He is very handsome, revealing an inhuman beauty, transcending gender and race, with golden streams stained with fine snow-like hair.

The priests around him held their breath.

Some of the guys who are particularly pious in their faith even put their hands together and kneeled on the ground.

The lips kept rising and falling, obviously praying.

"Pity, lament."

The white wolf glanced at him and felt a little sad.

Bren Hill frowned, suddenly looked up, and saw a bright and pure beam of light appearing in the sky.

The light was originally just an inconspicuous ray, but it soon began to spread around, forming a golden light spot on the wall of the illusory world. The light spot became brighter and brighter. In the end, it completely blocked the sun's light.

So much so strong as Bren Hill.

When looking directly at that kind of light, I had to squint my eyes slightly to avoid being burned by the light.

"The golden flame shines through the vast universe, and the throne holds a clear and glazed state." The aria with strange rhythm and staggered tones comes from Gris' mouth.

That is not a common term commonly used in the Terraria world.

It is another completely different ancient language, magnificent and powerful, mixed with strange spiritual fluctuations.

Even if White Wolf and Bren Hill didn't know this language, they could judge the general meaning of the words after hearing Gris' voice.

"When my Lord comes, you can only choose to surrender or die."

The words fell.

Boom!

The sky collapsed, in the midst of the light and rain.

Layer layers of wings are spreading open, and among the wings falling all over the sky, a blood-covered pupil is revealed.

It's different from what everyone expected.

The god believed in by the Holy Mountain, the only ancient god in the gods, and the legendary evolutionist of the fifth life level, was not a human figure similar to the statue of the god, but an old scarlet eyeball.

But, even so.

After the eternal sun came, the priests on the holy mountain knelt down one after another.

"Ah, the sun of destruction comes to all things return to chaos."

"I saw the angel, with a face like a sun, and my feet like a pillar of fire."

"All those who are unbeliever will turn into dust in God's punishment."

In the church propaganda concept.

The Day of Destruction will come to the world of Terraria someday in the future.

On that day, the sea will be burned out, the land will no longer produce food, golden flames lick the earth, and all living things will turn into dust to repay their sins.

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Only those ascetic monks with devout faith have the opportunity to be redeemed.

Now, the eternal sun is coming, which is exactly the same as the propaganda picture in the church. Everyone is praying and longing for themselves to ascend to heaven.

However…

Prayer all over the sky.

It was soon replaced by a sharp and harsh scream of pain.

Those believers who fell to the ground had invisible flames burning from the inside to the outside.

Thick smoke with blood color came out from them, running back and forth on the potholes like terrible human-shaped torches.

"They are not foolish but are deceived by some people with ulterior motives."

Bren Hill looked at everything that was happening in front of him.

Pity for the Word.

"I naturally understand these principles, but the key question now is how should we solve that guy?" Bai Lang raised his head and looked at the sun in the sky with a serious look.

In her perception.
To be continued...