530: C530 Dusk of the Gods(3)

C530 Dusk of the Gods(3)

In that instant, a terrifying crack appeared in the earth. It was a hell of despair and fear … It completely appeared in the crevice.

Countless pale white ghosts floated out from the crevices of hell. The ghosts roared and ferociously searched for fresh flesh and blood, fresh souls, to drag the entire mortal world into the abyss of hell.

However, when the Gates of Hell opened, the first thing that welcomed them was the light, heat, shockwave, radiation, and electromagnetic pulse of the nuclear bomb … It was like a majestic Nine Heavenly Dipper Thunder Flame had turned the howling ghosts into ashes in the blink of an eye.

The power of the nuclear explosion, which had nowhere to be vented, followed the Gates of Hell into hell.

In the sky, a few more arcs passed by …

One, two, three... Seventeen, eighteen … Thirty-five, thirty-six!

The 36 nuclear warheads simultaneously followed the 10 metre wide fissure down into hell!

Following closely behind them were countless flying robots equipped with nuclear missiles. After the explosion of the thirty-six nuclear bombs subsided, they would charge into Hell and cover every corner of the Infernal Realm with nuclear explosion mushrooms!

On this day, hell, which represented fear and despair, was finally destroyed in true fear and despair.

"Father! Father! " On Mount Olympus, countless divine gods standing on high above screamed out in fear.

"Now we have no other choice. We can only fight to the death!"

Odin pulled out his Gungnir lance and pointed it straight at the Arctic Icecap.

"Fight to the death!"

Countless divine gods, divine weapons, and divine beasts blotted out the sky and blotted out the sun as they charged majestically towards the Arctic Icecap.

From the very beginning, the battle for the dusk of the gods had been a bitter one.

Countless ships took off and flew towards Olympic, setting off a storm of metal storms. On the ground, cannons rose into the air and shot towards the sky, the sound of explosions resounding throughout the entire ice plains.

This was the first time that the gods of Olympus felt fear towards technology. This world limited the limits of one's own strength, but technology could not be restrained.

Frey, Hodell, Vader, Gofein, Walli, Bragg, Versailles, Eden...

These Gods, whose strength was the highest, were only at Martial Sovereign. Under the attacks of the endless cannon fire, they fell one after the other, and the speed of their death was no different from the speed of the divine weapons under their hands.

The blood of God dyed the sky red and sprinkled all over the earth. The entire world was wailing in grief for the arrival of the dusk of the gods.

The God King, Odin Gao sat on the God's throne, coldly looking down at the God's fall. His wife, his sons, and his brothers all let out desperate wails and then died.

Finally, God Odin raised the Divine Spear Gonggnier and slashed at the air in front of him.

"My heroic Heroic Spirit Warriors, set off!"

Rumble rumble rumble!

The sky trembled, and a vast shrine that seemed real and illusory appeared in the sky. It radiated with tens of thousands of rays of light, and it was so dazzling that anyone who looked up on the ground could see this shrine.

The Gods on the battlefield naturally saw this as well.

The Guardian God of God Realm, Hendal raised his head and shouted, "Valkyrie of the Hall of Heroic Spirits! The immortal Heroic Spirits have returned! "

Legend has it that in the battlefield of the human world, Odin chose brave warriors — or, more accurately, those who were not afraid of death — so that they could fight alongside the gods in the Armageddon War of the Gods.

Martial God Valkyrie mounted the horse and rode quickly through the clouds, sending the chosen warriors to Valhalla, the palace where Odin-shen received the dead.

Within the Hall of Heroic Spirits, those who died on the battlefield were called Heroic Spirit Warriors. Every day, they would have actual combat drills, and at night, they would feast and drink to their heart's content like the uninjured. Fighting during the day and drinking heavily at night; fearlessly taking on challenges.

And now, this temple that had carried the heroic souls of countless dead warriors from ancient times had appeared once more.0

BOOM!

The main door of the Heroic Spirit Hall was opened. Countless translucent Heroic Spirits were riding on war horses and wearing full battle armor. They held their weapons and charged towards the Cold Ice Plains with earth-shaking battle cries.

The first to rush out was a female with a golden helmet adorned with feathers or a bird's wing. She wore a tight blood-red war robe, held a shining spear and shield, and rode a small, vigorous white horse.

She was valiant and valiant, leading tens of millions of heroic and valiant warriors to fight for Odin without fear of death.

In the base.

"It doesn't seem to be that simple." Zhou Yi frowned.

Xiang Yu ordered expressionlessly, "Plasma cannons, one round of fire."

On the ground, hundreds of cannon muzzles were quickly replaced.

Countless hydrogen ions that came from the sun were continuously being heated. In an instant, it had exceeded millions of degrees and had turned into a plasma.

These ionized hydrogen were then like huge clumps of light that were concentrated at the muzzle of the cannon, aiming at the Heroic Spirits that were swooping down.

The plasma itself was millions of temperatures high enough to vaporize any matter in an instant.

This was a plasma cannon, or rather, a plasma cannon. The entire human world had yet to develop a weapon. In this world, with endless resources and landmark scientific and technological information, it had finally been realized.

With such a powerful killing tool, perhaps just one shot would be enough to destroy a human city.

In the next moment, dozens of balls of plasma were shot out from the muzzle of the cannon, colliding with the great army of Heroic Spirits. The light and the light clashed in the sky. The terrifying destructive power was so strong that even the heaven and earth seemed to tremble.

Wherever the plasma cannon went, all matter would dissipate in the air. The Heroic Spirits also continued to disintegrate and dissipate, turning into countless particles that scattered in all directions.

However, at the next moment, shouts of battle rang out from the Heroic Spirit Hall once again.

The endless Heroic Spirits, led by Martial God and Vargery, charged once again at the cold ice plains.

Amongst the stunned gods, Heidar was the first to react, laughing out loud in an incomparably carefree manner, "Heroic Spirits are eternal and indestructible! They are the souls of the fallen soldiers. Even if they were to die a thousand or ten thousand times, they will only be revived in the Hall of Heroic Spirits and be thrown back into the battle! "

"Then attack the Heroic Spirit Hall!" Zhou Yi said coldly.

"Annihilation Retreat Cannon, a volley of arrows, target, Heroic Spirit Hall!" Xiang Yu's voice sounded.

Ka ka ka!

Dozens of cannons that were thicker than before rose up from the ground. The cannons that were forty to fifty meters long were like giant smokestacks that were erected on the ground. They were also like giant pillars that supported the sky, creating a void.

And now, countless invisible energies were absorbed from the void, condensing at the muzzle of the cannon to form a giant black energy ball.

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