Psionic Chapter eight hundred and sixty-two Accept this goddess?

Psionic Chapter eight hundred and sixty-two Accept this goddess?

And steel and lead weapons are coming straight at him with sub-light gravity! No escape, no defense!

This is another trap! Mean and slender trap!

At this moment, Lathander almost subconsciously focused all his consciousness on his perception of the surrounding area. He opened his pale golden eyes wide, and his divine vision penetrated the air and light waves distorted by gravity. He clearly saw the strange expression on the human face standing on the bridge for miles away from the bow-the shadow of the hood was rendered deeper and deeper by the haze of space, leaving only the pale lips outside the shadow, and the muscles that lost their blood were slightly opened. But it seems to tell me:' This is the moment I've been waiting for ...'

This moment is so short and so long. ...

In the feeling of every god or person, it is only a moment of attack and defense, but as far as the existence of an accelerated time is concerned, it is so painful and long ... torture.

The dark ball hit the silver shell of divine power, and the force field was immediately disintegrated by violent forces! Fiery energy, bright and dazzling generation, everything is shrouded in that indescribable splendor! The exhausted air set off a violent storm and fled with the energy that shook the spatial structure! Then, the energy of the second sub-light speed bomb was added to this crazy and gorgeous storm!

The shock wave of terror swept across the battlefield like a bright halo.

Color turns into incandescence, devours all the scenery, booms into sonic booms, and drowns all the sounds ... The world at this moment is simple, and only the barrier composed of divine power in the field of vision is slightly dim, faintly suspended on the edge of the field of vision, while endless energy is raging and shaking, as if celebrating the arrival of the doomsday trial.

Terror, like a screaming explosion, finally returned to this world after I don't know how long ... They sank from the high hum to the rumbling thunder, and the light was finally swallowed up by the heavy darkness ... The wind roared and the dust rubbed, and the battlefield had become a vague depression in the hurricane circle.

"Ah ..."

The deep and miserable voice passed through the howling wind, echoed in the spirits of all gods, and attracted their only attention-the world outlined by energy represented the constant struggle of the patron saint's body. But a huge rattan net has entangled him, a pickaxe has pinned his sword-holding hand, and a long wooden stick has held the head of this god. Finally, a long sword as bright as moonlight plunged into his throat!

The four weapons, all shining with gloomy silver brilliance, divided the bodies of the gods and sucked them dry, but in a short moment, the incarnation of God in heavy armor had completely lost its appearance and died in a faint cry. Only a piece of jade-like stone blue, the size of a fist, rose slowly, crossed the storm of the battlefield, flew towards the huge warship ... and finally fell into an outstretched palm.

Slender fingers closed, holding a small blue fire, the psychic hung his head, and the silent and roaring faces of the gods in the blue fire were reflected in his silver eyes.

Divine power is one of the most powerful forces in this multiverse ... although there is only this tiny and broken point left, as long as the imprint of the gods still exists on it, it can still preserve the complete personality and memory. Unfortunately, such a tiny fragment of divine power is not enough for God to exert any form of power, and only a part of his memory can be preserved.

Edward gently tugged at the corners of his mouth.

In his other hand, the silver light is condensing and twisting, outlining the grand shape of the scepter ... As his slender and pale fingers slightly press the staff, the surrounding air is instantly static, and within six feet around, the passion storm disappears completely!

The gorgeous staff is inlaid with more than a dozen gems, gently touching the divine power of deep blue. With a crisp crack, the divine power of deep blue kept flowing out of his hand, like a mist, rolling up noble smoke and floating around in the air. The air is refracted by the faint fog and dyed with a refreshing light blue, just like sparkling water ... it seems that everything in the range is like a dream. This scene lasted for a few seconds. When the psychic sighed slightly, the sparkling fog flowed again and closed in his hand. The slight fluctuation looks the same as before. But as long as you look closely, you can find that the boarding consciousness in that divine power is no longer anger, but warm and silent, flying out of human hands, and then disappearing into the void with the opening and closing of a space gap.

"What did you do?" A mature and lazy voice came from behind. Wang Jingjing, the spider woman, stood on the sunset bridge of the Cataclysm and looked around: "Put that guy back. Are you sure Tyre won't come after you?" He lost a lot this time? "

"I modified part of Heim's memory. He will only remember that Lathander died with Tyre. Let them mix the rest together, of course, provided that he has the energy to get rid of Asmoreus' attack. "

The human snorted softly. Eyes rested on the battlefield under the battleship. The four gods controlled by him are constantly expanding their activities and gathering a little silver power from the air.

Unfortunately, it wastes a lot. Most of the divine power of Lathander and Tyre was consumed in that terrible explosion and five sub-light bombs. Today, less than 23/ 10 of the scattered parts can be recovered.

Of course, this idea is just a complaint. In the battle just now, Edward thought that even if he didn't maximize the benefits, he should at least keep the possibility of 90%-as for completely capturing all the forces of the two powerful gods, it is not impossible, but the slim probability is not worth demanding, otherwise it is pure greed.

Yes, greed, as Lathander just showed. ...

It is this greed that leads to the failure of the Lord of the morning-once the purpose is simple, then the action can naturally be expected.

Or in terms of calculation and timing, Lathander did far surpass the mortal Edward, but considering that he divided so many powers as a god and obtained the existence of Pandorum's power, failure is obviously not easy to accept.

Therefore, the only chance to make a comeback is naturally to seize the power of Tyre, and at the fastest speed ... Edward has naturally hit the trap built by the Four Gods and the battleship's main gun.

Of course, in fact, Edward has made other preparations. If the Lord of Dawn doesn't choose to attack Tyre but deal with himself, then many light towers on the Cataclysm Sunset can come in handy-although even Edward can't guarantee that the core of the floating city will be strongly influenced by divine power and explode its cylinder ... But the biggest reason why this warship appears here is precisely because of its powerful existence and the necessary threat. As long as it seems troublesome enough, Lathander will definitely make a relatively "smart" choice.

Facts have proved that there is no deviation in the calculation of psychics.

Victory also belongs to him.

"Modify the memory of the gods? It seems that you are really a great existence now? "

Bellena's eyes flashed and she laughed in a low voice, but the unemotional voice completely made it impossible to tell whether she really felt or was sarcastic: "However, if that guy named Tyre really intends to pursue this matter, he may not be able to get out ... Do you think that the military posture of the Lord of the Nine Prisons can completely stall Paradise Mountain? For at least a few years, Asmo Tears will be lucky enough to maintain the portal you gave him. Although nereus is really strong, Asti Morse is not without constraints.

"That's none of my business ..." Edward smiled.

He turned around, and then noticed that the eyes of the two gods turned at the same time, and a trace of fear was hidden among them-concentrated in his hand, on the silver staff, although the energy on the artifact was restrained at the moment, without a trace of leakage.

However, psychics don't agree with this. He just held the legendary terror symbol that can destroy the multiverse and said simply, "Although I appreciate your help, I don't think you are here just to give me some advice? In that case, let's get down to business. I really don't have much time now. "

Rose and Belle Lena are different.

They obviously didn't expect that human beings in front of them would treat them with such a ruthless attitude-at least on the surface, they came to help and have always been his partners. But at this moment, human silver eyes are full of lightning, but their expressions are as cold as wearing a metal mask.

"It's really unfriendly."

Some people sigh like this.

Just like a breeze blowing from all around, a subtle halo sprouted from every circle and rune of the sunset of the Cataclysm, and slowly gathered like hundreds of millions of fireflies, and finally gathered into a female figure standing in the light of human beings.

A goddess.

She has a delicate and unusual appearance, which is not inferior to any goddess, and even exceeds most of them. Especially the seemingly loose hair, as smooth and supple as black satin, and those dark and deep eyes. Let her bring a charm different from all women on this continent.

The goddess of magic ... Edward sighed.

One of the oldest and most powerful gods on this plane ... although not as old as the creator or the Lord of the Nine Prisons, the Lord of the Magic Net is definitely the second-to-none powerful symbol in the world in terms of strength.

Why did she appear in front of her eyes?

No, in fact, she should have appeared long ago ... After all, Pandoru Ryan's power can stop the main physical plane, with the help of his ability to manipulate the magic network. As the embodiment of the magic net, how could Mystra not know such a great change?

Therefore, her purpose seems particularly important.

"Edward, right?" The black eyes of the goddess reflect the expression of a psychic. She smiled gently, omitting boredom and shabby, but her eyes swam up and down on the human body as if to see through him completely: "It seems that you are really cautious, but if you are nervous because of my relationship, then relax." I didn't come to fight with you like that Xiaolan Sendall. I just heard from a friend that you are very interesting, so I want to see it. "

"Oh, really ... a mortal like me, I thought the respected goddess of magic would carefully draw a circle of friends." Psychic hehe giggle.

But it is obvious that the goddess doesn't care about his innuendo at all: "Isn't it strange that I am friends with the spider queen?" You know, even the most annoying people have one or two friends ... what's more, our poems are so cute? Oh, by the way, don't be fooled by her fierce appearance. Actually, she's lonely ... okay, forget it. Anyway, I know something about Edward and you, so I want to help you. "

"Help me? Or do it yourself? "

Edward sneered.

He won't be confused by each other's appearance and movements. Mystra, the goddess of magic, the owner of the magic net, will tolerate the existence of a person who can also control the magic net, and may even be more direct and powerful than her ... No matter how many people want to believe this kind of thing, Edward will never believe it, unless one day Katzeyek is reduced to a living soul eater and eats his head again.

"Both." Mystra's face broke into a smile. "Well, you don't seem to like beating around the bush, but neither do I." She smiled and said, "Let me get this straight."

With her eyes in the hands of the psychic and the silver scepter turning slightly, she said slowly and slowly.

"Can you give me the kingship?"

Silence.

On the bridge of the cataclysm sunset, the air surrounded by the magic shield suddenly spun, and in an instant, it roared like a storm, becoming more and more passionate! In front of Edward and the goddess of magic, a small space with opposite eyes seems to be twisted and torn under the positive light. ...

This crack will change, just like liquid flowing out ... floating in the air, the hazy light seems to be refracted by a fine mist, as if everything is like a dream, but it is not real.

"Nothing in this world can't be abandoned."

Edward said.

With his voice, the distorted space, storm and fog disappeared without a trace in an instant. He looked up and the smile in his hood was particularly sincere: "But the premise is that there is something better to replace it, isn't it?" Your Majesty the Goddess? "

"Ah, that's right." The goddess of magic nodded: "However, you stumped me ... Now, I really seem to have nothing to exchange with you ... I seem to be inferior to you now, and I heard that you don't like being a god ... Oh, yes!"

The smile on her face widened and was full of strange charm: "If you like girls, how about I give them to you?"

Give me to you.

If this sentence is usually said by a woman, the meaning seems to be self-evident.

Edward's eyes froze slightly.

The long silvery white dress worn by Her Majesty the Goddess, but the excessively low V-shaped neckline seems to be a gully to show her pride. Facing Edward's eyes, the goddess stood out again, and her plump chest swayed gently with her breath, swaying with mature charm. The split under the skirt leg is similar to the split under the armpit, and the slender legs are tall and delicate, emitting a strong temptation that has been tested in love.

Yes, it works every time.

In those legends spread all over the mainland, the goddess of magic has an official orthodox husband ... Azuth, the god of wizards, especially those who ascend from God. But in order to get more reliable voters, she once incarnated, gave birth to seven daughters with another mortal, and even had many descendants, and had an extraordinary relationship with many of her male voters. In many secret jokes about wizards, the goddess' reward and love for her loyal followers is just a spring breeze.

Of course, these legends will be mixed with some exaggerated elements, but even if they are halved and then halved, many of them still have certain credibility. The almost infinite longevity and benevolent personality of the gods make this magical goddess comparable to the goddess of joy in some respects-for example, the legendary rose is called yin chaos, which is mostly maliciously exaggerated by human beings ... then this magical goddess is a real person.

Well, it is not correct to say that people have the ability to do their best. At least to win her favor, you have to have some special capital, such as being handsome enough, pious enough, or having other special charms, such as being old and strong like a saint, being able to read countless women over 1,000 years old, or being as strong and dedicated as a leader and having a miserable young man?

Unfortunately, psychics obviously have nothing. Edward doesn't mind a little intersection with a romantic woman if possible ... but is this existence really possible?