Elf Story from Another World

Chapter 195

The golden city has now been cut in half by the soaring sword light, and the city is collapsing and falling apart. The stardust was completely invisible in the sky, and the white mist-like light covered the entire sky, like a white cloth covering the sky.

But Winnie fell through the cracks and fell from the sky. Her wings dissipated, and the white light spots on her body slowly dissipated. Under the light was the girl's beautiful body.

But the body was covered with dense cracks as if a porcelain doll had fallen to the ground. It looked like a burn.

With this sword, she gathered the maximum power she could release here, and the power of the instant explosion caused wounds and blood all over her body.

And now, Winnie fainted due to excessive deprivation, and the patterns on her body were the consequences of the release of power. If it weren't for Ethan's consciousness that glued her whole body together, she would have turned into powder after that blow.

But now her consequences are unlikely to be good. This place is thousands of meters above the ground. Even if she fell to the ground just now when she still had strength, all the bones in her body were broken. She relied on the holy bones to repair them.

However, the repair effect of the holy bones seemed to have suddenly disappeared. The burn-like marks on her body were not repaired, and the wounds became those of normal people.

There is no guarantee that this time, the holy bones can repair all her bones.

Also falling off with her was Ori, whose golden armor-like light completely disintegrated. That blow also drained his strength. There were huge wounds on his chest, and there were patterns all over his body. But that is the elemental pattern of the elemental elves.

When the power of the holy bones was exhausted by them in an instant, they turned into elemental elves and humans again. Therefore, even though Ori could feel the weakness in his body at this time that he could not move at all, he was still conscious. With.

And he just looked at the crumbling city above his head silently, his pupils dilated like a dying person.

At this time the third person fell down, that was Anthony.

Just now, all the bones in his body were broken, the muscles were twisted together, and the scales and armor on his body flew away.

But Anthony was using the super-speed regeneration of dragon blood to force the bones together. His fiery golden pupils were staring at the falling girl.

He opened his newly restored wings and flashed to speed up his speed. But every fanning meant that the muscles were moving, and those skulls that were stuck in the newly grown flesh were like broken steel plates, which made him almost lose consciousness in pain. But instead of stopping, Anthony kept accelerating.

This black monster hugged Winnie tightly into his arms when she was less than a hundred meters away from the ground, with its bone wings straightened. Anthony was unable to rise again and could only glide forward.

At this time, Anthony couldn't even flap his wings. He could only glide as much as possible to share the huge momentum.

Finally, after gliding for several kilometers, Anthony arrived. The stained glass window of the church was smashed. The glass window with the twelve angels and the Holy Spirit traveling to inspect the world was smashed. Colorful stained glass like glass was flying in the air.

But he fell to the ground hard before those beautiful glasses, and the bones that had not fully healed broke again, and the fragments of scales and armor on the outside pierced into his flesh.

There was a large area of ​​cracks on the ground, and the recoil even bounced him up again. He fell and bounced several times on the ground before landing firmly on the ground, rolling and hitting the edge of the fountain pool. A hole was opened in the marble pool, and water poured out from the gap, rushing onto Anthony's body, dyeing it into a black-red liquid.

It was then that the flying fragments of the huge stained glass window hit him, and colorful glass fragments were scattered all over the ground. In the white light that filled the sky, the picture was so beautiful that it made people dizzy.

This stunned the people who came over. These were the people hiding in the church, because in front of Ori, no matter whether they were warriors, knights, or magicians, they had no ability to resist.

Among the people who came were several magicians, doctors and a few guards. I wanted to come up and see if I could be of any help.

But it's hard to tell that the guy in front of him is still alive. He is a black monster, but now this black monster doesn't even have any intact flesh, and there are only a few scales left on the body. There were also a large number of wounds, and many bones were exposed through the flesh.

Blood gushes out from these wounds. It is black and red blood. Even after being diluted by the water in the pool, it is still spreading thickly on the ground. Even though he was so seriously injured, Anthony still held the girl in his arms tightly. It seemed that the things in his arms were in much better condition than him.

The ground is covered with beautiful stained glass pieces, and this picture is surprisingly beautiful.

A guy in the team who was quite accomplished in art poked the person leading the team on the back and asked if he could bring his own oil painting tools. This picture seemed to give him some inspiration, and he felt that if he could paint this for a while, he might be able to create a masterpiece that would fetch a good price.

The leader was really good-tempered if he didn't slap him unconscious...

However, the guy in front of him was motionless, as if he was dead.

This made him hesitant to find a priest to say something like a last mass for them.

Suddenly, a huge heartbeat filled the entire space. It was a heartbeat like a war drum, slow and powerful, but with a hint of weakness.

That was Anthony's heart, which had stopped beating after he was injured to this extent.

But he is a monster. Even in such a serious injury, his heart heals first, and it then repairs other parts along the blood vessels.

"How long...are you going to watch the fun?" Anthony's weak voice clearly penetrated into everyone's ears in such a quiet environment: "If you have seen enough, I think I need some medicine and a whole body." Clean clothes, ladies’.”

……

Ori also fell hard to the ground, which was the central square. The stone on his back even turned into powder, and the ground cracked in large areas.

When he landed, he was like a meteorite. The clothes on his upper body were completely shattered, and the rags drooped like an oversized skirt. The lines of light elements slowly faded away, as if they were dead.

Guards surrounded him at this time, holding shields and weapons enchanted with anti-magic. He surrounded Ori in a circle, but he didn't dare to step forward. He just surrounded him like this.

But the next moment, everyone was shaken away by an irresistible force. The speed of these guards popping up was like an arrow coming out of a bowstring. When they touched the house, those houses that had spent a lot of time thickening the walls were thrown away. Destroyed.

Because Ori stood up slowly again, and golden light surged through his body again.

He looked down at everyone present, as if looking at a group of ants. But he didn't even feel pity for the ants, he just felt disgusted with their disgust.

He returned to the sky city he made and looked at everything under his feet.

Ori's eyes were shining brightly, as if he was angry that they had hurt him, and he waved his hand.

The city then began to decline... He changed his mind. He had no leisure to enjoy their cries of grief before death. He wanted them to die like a swarm of ants. That was the ending that suited them, a bunch of ants.

Anthony held on to the broken glass and looked at the slowly descending city, with a trace of despair in his pupils.

He has no ability to resist anymore and he is in urgent need of major surgery. Those broken bones were all over his body, and every time he moved, he would re-slit his newly regenerated muscles. Even just standing made him want to faint.

Winnie has been covered with a religious robe and sent back, and the healing effect of magic cannot remove the bones in his body that are like broken steel fragments, so it is useless for him to go back. Watch everything that happens next. The only thing he could do.

When that city falls, it will probably destroy the city and the wilderness that extends thousands of miles away.

Because that is God. Monsters and angels are just rebellious ministers in front of God, and they can only be beheaded after resisting.

"I looked, and behold, heaven was opened. And there was a white horse, and his rider was called Faithful and True, and he judges and makes war in righteousness. His eyes were like a blazing fire, and on his head were many crowns, and it was written No one knows his name except himself. He wears clothes splattered with blood, and his name is the Word of God." Suddenly, an old voice came from behind Anthony, and he turned his head and looked behind him.

That was the Pope. He was holding a book of scripture in his hand and chanting its contents while standing next to him.

"What is that?" Anthony's voice was a little hoarse.

"A description of the image of God." The Pope said, raising his head and looking at the fallen city on the zenith: "That is not God."

“Then will God come to help us?”

“God has a plan,” the pope whispered. “If he wants us to be destroyed, we have no choice but to accept it.”

But as soon as he finished speaking, a black line suddenly penetrated the sky, silently, but too fast to react.

It was an indescribable thing. It didn't know where it came from, nor how far it came from, but it was extremely accurate, and its target was pointed directly at Ori's neck.

For just a moment, Ori could only block it hastily, but there was an arm flying up in the air. His left arm...

His left arm was cut off! God's arm was cut off!

And in this distracted space, the city collapsed in the air and became countless fragments.

In the final analysis, it is just a condensation of extremely high concentrations of light elements. If the person controlling it does not pay enough attention, the condensed thing will collapse instantly, whether it is a small ball or an entire city.

But this is unimaginable, because that high-altitude thing can actually lose consciousness.

But then, something even more surprising happened. Ori actually spun in the air and fell to the ground, and hit the ground hard again, in front of Anthony and the Pope.

Also falling with it were the remains of the city that had not yet completely disappeared. They hit the ground, each leaving a huge crater. No building could withstand the impact, and even the grand roof of the church was knocked off. hanging on the lamppost.

This made both Anthony and the Pope take a step back inadvertently, but they were still so close to him.

The incident happened so suddenly that their minds could not understand what happened in such a short period of time.

This distance allowed them to see what was happening more clearly, because both Anthony and the Pope saw that the wound on his injured left arm was surrounded by green and purple gas.

Anyone who sees that gas will feel a chill all over their body. That kind of coldness simply comes from the soul. It is a chill that cannot be dispelled by clothing or a hand stove.

And it didn't heal.

The holy bones actually failed to dispel that kind of thing. Is it really a wound caused by something that could exist in this world? It seemed that if that move was not to cut off his right arm, but to cut off his head, then this noble god would die.

Ori struggled to get up from the hole he had made, looked at his injuries in disbelief, and then raised his head.

Because as if from the distant horizon, there was a crisp sound of a wooden stick hitting the ground, and the sound was like a wooden stick hitting the heart directly.

Every blow caused pain all over the body. It was like the sound of the God of Death hitting the tombstone with a scythe.

It was a man, an old man it seemed.

He looked at the guy in front of him, wrapped in a brown robe, holding a long black wooden staff in his hand and slowly walking over.

And the extremely evil aura about him made everyone present understand that it was an extremely dangerous thing.

"Hello, I'm sorry for pulling you off the throne." His voice was hoarse, like a rusty accordion: "But I'm sorry, I'm going to kill you next."

This guy's tone was so light, but it was like thunder.

He said, while standing still on the spot, the turbid and dirty breath overflowed from his body, and everything that touched the breath, whether it was the ground, gravel, or light, was completely corrupted.

The devil comes and comes to kill the gods.

……

"Oh, that guy looks really weird." Dorn stared at the farce in front of him with his red eyes.

As a vampire, his extremely keen senses allow him to always pay attention to this farce-like disaster.

And it actually looked like it was watching the fun, and asked without turning its head: "Can you see it? I need to use the spiritual link to share what I saw with..."

Suddenly, his words stopped because the guy next to him who was supposed to be drinking disappeared.

On the stone where the guy was sitting, there was only a bowl that had finished drinking wine. On the stone next to it, "Thank you" was carved like a carving knife.

Before he realized it, that guy had already left to fulfill the promise he made a thousand years ago.

Dorn dropped the bowl in his hand, slowly put it down, cut a piece of rabbit meat and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, and burped...