The Greece Antagonist
Chapter 1268 - 35: Lao Luo Is Lying Again_3

Chapter 1268: Chapter 35: Lao Luo Is Lying Again_3

At the same time, the transparent wind wall outside the Elf City collapsed in the impact of this Magic Power.

Raging sandstorms roared from the wilderness, like raging dragons spiraling downward, gradually engulfing the streets, greens, squares, and corpses...

Everywhere the eye could see was filled with the pallor of light and the somber darkness of death.

At this moment, inside the End of the Tower.

The halo still circulated, sacred and dazzling.

Looking up, at the dome of the silver tower, the Star River was inverted, seemingly connecting the World and the terminal of origins, with a sense of solemnity and etherealness pervading everywhere.

An invisible pressure made the worshippers subconsciously lower their heads.

Below, each piece of floor tile was paved in black and white, forming a striking contrast of colors, like a criss-cross chessboard.

The figure standing within it seemed like a pawn captured in the game, humble and insignificant on the altar of the gods, able only to obey the dictates of Heavenly Destiny with reverence.

At the end of the chessboard and the stairs.

The pale blue wind wall, condensed into substance, rippled slightly like water waves, then returned to tranquility.

The solitary king atop the tower maintained the usual calm. Her gold-green eyes overlooking everything on the ground, watching all events with cold detachment.

The surroundings remained immaculate, unperturbed by the upheaval outside.

Everything within the tower, like an eternal painting, had time’s flow and space’s transitions stilled, frozen into eternity.

This was the Divine Power granted by the Storm Anchor Rengominiad, used to manipulate the wild wind, a unique Authority to shield oneself.

It was the presence of this power that allowed the entire tower to remain unscathed from the earlier onslaught.

However, this originally perfect and sacred hall was marked with a glaring flaw due to a breach in the side wall.

Earlier, she had not managed to defend against everything.

Danu slightly turned her gaze, glanced at the breach cleaved by the sword’s light, frowned slightly, and slowly lowered her raised arm, the only trace of emotion, which soon settled back into calmness.

But that was all.

Clang!

In the hall where light and dark intertwined, a Holy Sword inscribed with elf Runes, radiating the brilliance of stars, was thrust into the ground. The wielder bent slightly, the Armor shattered, her chest heaving, yet like a wedge forced into the chessboard, splitting the hall’s space in half.

This was all she could achieve.

Altria panted heavily, her body trembling slightly from severe exhaustion.

This Goddess was more troublesome than she had anticipated.

Even holding the Holy Sword and striking with full force, she could not completely break through her defensive barrier, causing not a single injury.

However, I haven’t lost yet!

Altria gritted her silver teeth and stepped forward.

Behind her, the half-occupied black-and-white chessboard was already shattered and fragmented, with crude marks of weapons everywhere, devoid of "order" and "dignity," like a child’s graffiti on a perfect painting.

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Bang!

Along with the walls shattering and peeling off, an even more tragic scene clearly presented itself to the world.

The gates of the Elf City had already shattered into pieces, with gravel scattered all around.

From spires to spiral stairs, from corridors to halls, shattered Armor Plates and weapons were strewn everywhere, with Long Spears inserted deep into stone crevices, chaotically crisscrossing like a dense forest of steel thorns.

On these Long Spears, the bodies of blocking elves were brutally skewered, hanging in rows in mid-air. Their swaying corpses let out light metallic collisions in the storm, then turned into specks of light dust, flowing back to the pure white tower where Goddess Danu resided.

It was indeed a thoroughly exhilarating warm-up.

Luo En stretched lazily, tossing aside the corpse of an elf dissolving into light, and stepped into the ruined Elf Palace.

Misty fog spread out, and an island surrounded by a blue lake, both illusory and real, appeared before Luo En.

Three Lake Fairies rose from beneath the Silver Branch Holy Oak Tree, looking cautiously at this finale’s visitor:

"Things will soon come to an end, please rest here for a moment."

"I didn’t come looking for you, yet you came to find me first."

Luo En smiled, a hint of mockery in his eyes,

"What, do you think if you hold me back, Danu will win?"

"Just a Seed that has just sprouted, how could it possibly overturn a giant tree against the tide?"

"Even if that tree was already a withered, dead one?"

"That’s right!"

Morgos replied proudly, as if utterly certain.

A subtle smile appeared on Luo En’s face:

"Then, how about we make a bet?"