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This is a skill that only dwarves with the blood of the king of the hill possess. The caster's skin becomes as hard as a rock, and has a great degree of resistance to magic.

But in fact, this is just a special 'atavistic phenomenon'.

Among the various races in Azeroth, except for the original trolls and their offspring elves, almost all of them are created by titans.

The ancestors of human beings are Iron Vrykul, the ancestors of dwarves are earth spirits, and the ancestors of orcs are Margaron. Because of this, it is better to say that they are in the form of returning to their ancestors than the descending of the gods.

But having said that, it is obviously impossible for Bell to master the ability of the gods descending to earth.

After all, he is an organic life form originally grown, and his ancestors have nothing to do with inorganic life forms. But perhaps because of this, the titan arcane contained in the Silver Hand can actually allow him to complete the "Avatar of the Gods" relatively safely.

The flesh and steel program stored in the Silver Hand has been damaged and degraded after a long period of time, but this thing is not just a pure creation of Titan technology, but a result of Tyr's combination of Titan arcane technology and Holy Light technology. weapons that come out.

Bell Cranney, who is the elector of the Holy Light, can use the authority of the Holy Light to start the flesh and steel process in the Silver Hand. His body will be wrapped in the Holy Shield, and the outside will get an imitation of Tyre's posture. steel.

This method of operation is to imitate the operation mode of Titan Guardians like Tire - the body of Titan Guardians is the core of the internal will, and the external body is the body of the operation. Here, Bell plays the role of the core of will, he controls It is a body made by arcane technology.

It is precisely because he is not a creation of titans that he will not instinctively turn on the atavism phenomenon and become an inorganic life form when starting the program.

To put it simply - he is now driving a machine called 'Tyre'!

His own, the Titan Guardian's body!

"Son of flesh and blood, annihilate under the thunder of this creation!"

A heavy and majestic voice resounded through the sky, and a gorgeous golden thunder giant with a height of tens of meters raised its war hammer high, and it fell in the voice like a sentence of sin!

The Blade of Chaos roared, controlling the host to escape from here. It threw its double blades at the giant, trying to climb onto its body, imitating the posture of Kratos beheading the giants one by one.

However, after the Blade of Chaos touched the thunder and holy light that surrounded Tyr's body, it was bounced away in an instant, and the heavy pressure made it difficult for it to move an inch.

boom! ! ! !

As the silver hand kissed the earth intimately, a dazzling arcane explosion mixed with holy light exploded throughout the ruins of the ancient city, and the turbulent energy fluctuations once made the image of the magic mirror pale.

I don't know how long it has passed, but the magic mirror gradually recovered the picture.

All the people watching the battle held their breath, and in the magic mirror, there was only one person standing in the center of the battlefield, the Holy Light Knight holding the silver hand!

There is no doubt that this is his victory.

Bell looked at the prostrate corpses all around, or those who were dying under the aftermath of the battle, and the holy light in his eyes slowly dissipated.

Then, he began to question himself.

When the powerful, absolute self-power of light dissipated from his soul, Bell Crany returned to his original posture and spirit, and the absolute self-righteousness became blurred.

He felt like throwing up, after killing so many people... he felt sick to his stomach.

"Forehead……"

He covered his mouth, his face was pale, he clenched his teeth lightly, and looked towards the sky.

He knew that what he was about to do next was not a good thing, but a self-satisfied hypocrisy at best.

But some things still need to be done.

The heavy silver hand fell heavily to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust. Bell stretched out his hand towards the sky, chanting something in a low voice.

The audience in front of the magic mirror was very puzzled. After winning the victory, what does this young man want to do?

In the sky, lightning flashes and thunder roars, but the arcs roaring in the sky are not blue, but pure golden light shining.

A roaring beam of light suddenly fell from the sky, it was an infinite and huge holy light!

Under the reception of his right hand, the holy light was scattered into countless parts, forming a huge mask, like an angel with wings spread, covering the entire ruins of the ancient city.

Under that holy light, so they were dying, and the injuries of all the dying people recovered as if time went back. They raised their heads with difficulty and confusion, and all they saw was the figure under the guidance of the infinite holy light.

Holding the Pillar of Holy Light in your hand, it's like descending from the sky.

The audience before the mirror fell into a frenzy, that kind of power, that kind of power called Holy Light! Not only does it have such a powerful destructive power, it also has - such a miraculous effect!

O'Leary, cheer up to the sky.

Accompanied by the fierce gong sounding from the ruins of the ancient city, the sound of the big bell announcing the victory and defeat echoed throughout the city. Everyone in Olali was cheering, especially those who bet on the victory of the Hestia family!

Today, Bell Clonney's name will always be imprinted in their eyes!

Today, the figure of Bell Clonney will always remain in their minds!

That is not only the holy light, but also the great cause, and the mighty power to achieve a god-like posture even though it is a human being!

A force that can be mastered by mortals!

The Tower of Babel, which gathered the gods, was also full of turmoil, and there was no moment to calm down. The center of their discussion was undoubtedly Bell Cranney, and the source of his performance had been discovered by the god o.

"Holy light? Isn't that the one in Hearthstone..."

"Azeroth? Wait, is it true—is that child really sent to Azeroth!!!"

"I'm so envious, I want to go too!!!"

In the climax of intense discussions, only Apollo turned pale. He took two or three steps back, and the laurel crown on his head fell off.

"——A——Bo————"

Then, like a ghost, Hestia, who had remained silent from the beginning to the end, stood up from the seat at the round table with creepy movements.

From under the slightly drooping bangs, the pupils let out the eyes of evil gods, and approached the distraught Apollo.

"Have you made up your mind...?"

The bass sounded as if from the depths of hell, and Apollo fell to the ground in fright.

"I, my family has been destroyed, what else do you want?!" Apollo yelled in a broken voice

This is indeed the case. If you look at it according to the battle damage ratio, the completely wiped out Apollo family seems to be quite pitiful.

But don't forget, they started the war, and they started the malice first. What would happen if Bale didn't have such power? What would happen if they lost?

Hestia is a loving god, but she is not a naive god. She naturally understands all of these principles—and even more understands how unbearable Apollo's temperament is.

"Wait, wait a minute, Hestia!? I, I was just on a whim! Because your child is so cute, I can't help but play pranks... Please, please! Please be merciful, darling Goddess! Didn’t we propose to each other before!!”

"shut up."

Goddess Loli blocked his wish like Hades.

In front of the frightened male god, Hestia slowly raised her head, then suddenly opened her eyes wide, and said angrily:

"All property including the headquarters will be confiscated, and the [Family Family] will also have to be disbanded—then you, the main god, will be permanently exiled to other places, and you will not be allowed to step into Olalie again——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————!"

"Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!?"

God O's screams that shook the city sounded.

Hestia mercilessly proposed punishment for this dangerous fetish who tried to tarnish the integrity of her family members. Apollo must pay the price for his provocation, get out of Olalie, and stay away from the center of all this, which is in line with his fate.

The ruins of the ancient city after the war.

In the city where the city wall, the throne tower, and many other buildings were destroyed, Bell wearily leaned on himself with the silver hand like a crutch, and beside him were members of the Apollo family who looked awed.

"Are you... a god?"

There is no doubt that someone said such words.

The power displayed by Bell Cranney is a power that Olalie has not seen for a long time. It is a mighty power that can only be demonstrated with the existence of LV8 or even LV9.

That is a great power that has never appeared since the disbandment of Zeus and the Hera family, and not to mention, it is not only his power that is powerful for Bell.

The shock of the holy light descending into the world, like a miracle, brought countless dying and seriously injured people back to life—there is no doubt that it is a miracle, not a brutal force.

"I'm not a god, it's just the Holy Light." Bell let out a breath and said softly

"So... can we get such power?"

For such a hopeful, eager question, Bell was silent for a moment, but Archbishop Faol once responded to his words in response to them

"Believe in the Holy Light."

In front of the magic mirror at the far end, the black hands watching this scene. Freya, Hermes, and Mu Feng all showed playful and joyful smiles.

Whether Bell wants it or not, from today onwards, he will embark on Olalie's heroic path, and will become the candidate for the absolute leader.

The city needs a strong leader, one who can lead them to survive the coming tide of annihilation.

Bell Clonney will be the best candidate for this!

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Chapter 86. Elven Democracy

"Arrow, everyone hurry up and get all the arrows!"

"Prepare the trap and speed up your progress, Her Lady Queen doesn't want to see lazy bastards!"

"Hurry up, hurry up! Get moving, don't make fun of me!"

The peaceful Alfred Wangsen forest is now in full swing.

It's just that this hot scene is not so pleasant, it can even be said... worrying.

This peaceful and harmonious land of elves has now entered a 'state of war'

Ever since the former Elf King Rafal died of the 'Witch King' Malekith who invaded the forest, the entire Vincent Forest has entered a state of combat readiness.

Starting from the Holy Whitestone Palace at the core of Alfred Wangsen, countless messages flowed to the entire Vincennes Forest in the fastest time, and countless scattered elves were recalled to their homeland to welcome the war.

For elves with a loose nature, this is not an easy task.

The elves are long-lived, good at war, and wise, but these praise words can often be used to describe the elves with negative words-conservative, war-weary, and dull.

Because he lived a long time, he is arrogant enough, so he is very insensitive to changes in things. It is often the elves who are willing to learn about something after it has become popular.

It is completely a group of races living on Mars.

The elves have not experienced large-scale wars for a long time. In fact, even the disasters of thousands of years ago, there has never been a large-scale attack by monsters on the Vincent Forest, let alone large-scale wars involving foreign invasions.

Because at that time, the great enchantment of the elves densely covered under the forest of Weixian protected this land, and the ancient allies of the elves also responded to the call of the elves, and defended against powerful enemies together with them. There are basically no particularly powerful enemies in the landform.

There are many elves who haven't even experienced war since their birth, and in such a loose situation, elves' obtuseness to war is justifiable.

And most importantly, any powerful feudal kingship would often evolve into another form under the slack life attitude of the longevity species.

Democracy -- or, Athenian democracy.

The so-called democratic power is dispersed, but most of it is concentrated on those minority groups. It is not so much a democracy as an aristocratic system in disguise.

And today's Vincennes Forest is what it is today. Apart from Alfred Wangsen as the core, there are five city-states where elves gather. They are--Valhalla, Avalon, Ashley, Eden, with Promised Land.

The five elven city-states are located in the five directions of the Vincent Forest, guarding the core Alfred Wangsen, and the ruler of the five elven city-states is the prince.

Although the elf king has the right to rule over the five elf princes, this power has not been exercised for thousands of years. Even for the long-lived elves, such a long period of time is enough to make this power become empty talk.

So, the reign of the new Elven Queen...is not going well.

In the Holy White Stone Palace, the elf queen with a magnificent face sitting on the throne—Rivelia Alf looked down at the half-kneeling messenger below, and said in a low voice

"Well, what does Prince Siglut mean?"

"Your Majesty Riveria, His Royal Highness is not unwilling to send troops to defend against powerful enemies with you."

This elf envoy with long black hair uses skilled and elegant court etiquette, and impeccable ancient elf language, playing tricks on the "young" queen on the throne

"It's just that there have been a lot of monster disasters in Valhalla recently, and His Royal Highness' army needs to suppress those monsters."

Riveria suddenly clenched the armrest next to her

She has heard such words more than once. In fact, she has heard the same answer a total of five times in the past few days.

Prince Sigurd of Valhalla, Prince Galatrix of Avalon, Prince Alexis of Ashery, Prince Mordo of Eden, and Prince Shining Light of Promised Land all gave answers. It's different, but the core meaning is——

They will not send troops and accept Riveria's dispatch.

They feel very sorry and pity for Rafal's death, and they are willing to recognize Riveria's orthodoxy, but dispatching troops--nothing to talk about!

This is normal isn't it? After all, these elves are always proud of their 'democracy'. Most importantly, as powerful ministers, they are unlikely to just hand over the power of the army to a little girl.

Riveria took a deep breath, facing the envoy who was always in control of her court etiquette, said lightly