Blood of Mercury

The golden stream of light continued to move after destroying the second tower.

Its diameter is nearly 70 meters, and anyone who is passed by it will be burned to death in an instant. Even if it is lightly wiped by the beam of light, it will burn violently like being splashed with oil. Buildings were reduced to ashes by the light.

In addition, there are dark gold, dark green and emerald green light streams of different colors and sizes. There are thirteen in total. The finer the flow of light, the faster it moves.

Where the dark golden light has flowed, the creatures are instantly dismembered, and the ground and buildings are full of nicks, just like being plowed by thousands of blades; and the dark green light flow makes people old and buildings. Things decayed and rusted as if hundreds of years had passed in an instant.

What they have in common is that any light flow of any color and size is enough to obliterate any life below the golden level.

The thirteen streams of light moved randomly like children playing games. It can be seen from their squiggly moving trajectories that the existence of exercising these optical flows does not have a very clear goal, but just wanders around, and so casually brings destruction and death.

These light streams are not divine arts performed by any priest, but divine punishment performed by the gods themselves. Its nature was no different from the punch that Elsacs had landed before. After the self-destruction of the Overlooker Barrier, the gods didn't even need to punch like the Lord of Violence - just by releasing their purest divine power, it was enough to destroy the bodies of the wizards.

If the priest of the gods stood under that beam of light, not only would he not be hurt, but he would quickly increase his strength and recover from his injuries.

But the same divine power is a disaster for wizards who have no faith.

The cylindrical distorted barrier could not defend against the attack from directly above, but turned into a cage in the Colosseum, completely blocking the life of the wizards.

After trying to use various means to fight against those optical flows to no avail. The wizards were completely desperate.

They wanted to run away, avoiding the flow of light that was not moving very fast. And they do have that ability.

But in fact, even that slow enough movement speed is one of the weapons of optical flow. Because of the difference in the moving speed of the optical flow. And its own position is different, which leads to the complex optical flow. The countermeasures that the wizards have to take must also be different.

Some people want to hide to the left and stay away from the largest light flow first; while some people want to step back and avoid the upcoming small and fast light flow...because the countermeasures taken are different, and the crowd is really Too concentrated, so other wizards immediately became obstacles to their way of survival.

——As a matter of course, the wizards had a very fierce conflict.

At first, there were scolding and scolding, then pushing and stamping, followed by armed conflict. The big earthquake caused by the collapse of the second tower turned an ordinary stampede into a trap that could kill a wizard, and the slight difference in social status caused by the different wizard rank has now become the gasoline that further intensified the conflict .

then. Before the flow of light moves to destroy the wizards, the wizards will destroy themselves one step ahead.

Small-scale witchcraft, large-scale witchcraft, non-lethal witchcraft, lethal witchcraft. Under the joking force of the stream of light, the wizards gathered into a tight group at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then a dazzling aura exploded from within.

At the same time, as the wreckage of the second tower smashed to the ground, one-sixth of the area extending from the inner area to the fourth ring was directly smashed by the second tower. Reads; Director Long Live Hollywood King.

Buildings began to collapse. Under the chain reaction like an avalanche, the response of wizards and ordinary residents seems to be too slow.

The buildings slightly closer to the second tower were directly crushed into slag, engulfed in flying dust and blazing golden flames.

And the buildings further away from the second tower were not spared either. Because the top of the second tower began to crack, the fragments of burning golden flames hit the roof like a meteor shower.

Those buildings hit by the fragments of the second tower immediately began to shatter from the top.

First, the top floor bulged and cracked and there was a huge explosion, and then the steel bars inside the building were also broken under the huge impact. Before the whole house was split in half from the top. Because it could not bear the excessive pressure, the middle part of the house was also broken in the middle.

Some people were directly smashed into pieces by the meteorite, or half of their bodies were torn apart by the shock wave of the explosion. Others were smashed to death by falling roofs. If you are unlucky, you may hang on the steel bars or something else, and you will not die for a while.

In addition, there are a few slightly luckier dwellings whose roofs were not smashed by fragments of the second tower, so their houses did not collapse as a result. But that doesn't mean their house was spared.

Meteorites burning with golden flames smashed in through the side of their house - walls or windows or something, and either stayed in their house or went out the other side and embedded in the outer wall of the next house. As long as the people inside are not too unlucky, the possibility of being killed by a meteorite that penetrates the wall is not high.

Just passing through it sideways like this, even a slightly stronger house will not be smashed by it. Generally speaking, it will only shake slightly, and some building fragments will fall.

If they are unlucky, though. You will find your door is stuck, or the door is blocked by debris from the building. this time. The golden flame remaining on the gap will ignite from the inside, gradually engulfing the house. Cook the insides completely.

Very few - less than 5 percent of the buildings were completely undamaged. But that doesn't mean they'll get away with it.

The gods are always fair. Even if they were lucky enough not to be destroyed by the fragments of the Second Tower, their undamaged home would be blocked by the wreckage of the neighbor's house, the burning woods, and the fragments of the Second Tower. Like an island in the ocean.

At this moment, a small dark red beam of light was already rapidly advancing towards them, sniffing around like a wild dog smelling the fishy smell, happily chewing and swallowing the fish that slipped through the net.

In this desperation, the wizards almost forgot their identities.

Some people frantically smashed all kinds of witchcraft around, some people squatted on the ground like a lost child and cried, and some people shouted meaninglessly, with very long faces. Despair like hope.

No, it's not so much that wizards forget who they are, it's that they remember who they are.

They are people. Not a monster, not a heretic, not a dispassionate researcher.

They are human.

It is a human being who fears death and yearns for beauty.

On this day, the wizard of the White Tower remembered again, what is despair, what is death, and what is hell.

"Ma'am! Open the old city!"

A mountain man with a red nose and a sloppy formal suit stared at Anvilia with bloodshot eyes: "It's too late!"

"No, it's too late, Chief Patch."

Anvilia sat dignifiedly in the garden, blinking her golden pupils with a smile and watching Patchy reads; There was an almost serene serenity in her eyes.

As the waste chief of the legendary Waste Bureau, Patch has a huge heart beyond ordinary people.

Even when the first tower was destroyed, he didn't show up; even when the wizards of the third tower held a so-called wartime meeting, he just shouted drunkenly at the group of idiots who were more than successful.

But now, he finally couldn't sit still, climbed to the hanging garden standing on the wreckage of the first tower, and found Anvilia.

"My God! How can it be too late? Save one if you can, ma'am, what are you thinking about? Old Patch is going crazy!"

"However, Chief Patch, the first and second towers engraved with the old city spells have been destroyed. The Overlooker Barrier engraved with some old city spells has also been self-destructed, we are It's really too late."

"Damn—isn't there a fifth tower? There should be a backup over there!"

Patch scratched his scalp frantically, and his greasy hair was grasped by him one by one: "Old Patch is going crazy! Madam, please order quickly, Old Patch promises to put the old one before you blink. The City of the Sun is open!"

"You know, Patch, I don't blink."

Anvilia didn't answer Patch's words, just chuckled softly: "You want to go to the fifth tower, right, Patch?"

Patch's back froze, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

He immediately pleaded in a low voice: "No, ma'am, don't get excited, listen to me, old Patch can still help a lot..."

But before Patch had finished speaking, he found that the scene around him had become the fifth tower at some point. Anvilia in front of him also became Scott.

"Very well, so everyone will be together."

Scott swept his body indifferently with those ice-blue pupils, causing Patch to shiver uncontrollably.

He looked around unconsciously.

Nearly all the members of the R&D department, the chief wizards of various departments, a few old wizards who are not well-known but have real talents, and the teaching wizards who are stuck on the silver level...

——In a word, it is the future of the White Tower.

The unease in Patch's heart became more and more obvious.

"I said, Brother Scott..."

"Director Patch~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Please be quiet for a while."

Scott checked again, and then nodded respectfully to an old wizard by his side who Patch had never seen before: "Master Merlin, please."

"Give it to me."

The old wizard also nodded seriously to Scott.

"Wait……"

The next moment, except for Scott and the old wizard named Merlin, the movements of everyone present were frozen and turned into golden statues. The building was also dyed with a brilliant golden halo, and the entire space solidified in an instant.

Scott sighed deeply, then returned to Anvilia in an instant.

"Thank you, Scott."

Anvilia showed a beautiful smile.

——Then, she opened the distortion barrier. (To be continued.)