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Chapter 756 The City of Hormel: The Wrath of Swinburne

City of Hormel.

He thought of what Miss Mage said in Fort Mandekers that night near the end of the year—that was the last "long speech" he heard from Mia before he left Fort Mandekers and went to the forest.

Now he has not seen Mia for more than ten days, but what she described appeared in front of him.

This huge city is flying in mid-air, and its flying height is actually not too low, but due to its huge size, this shadow looks like it is on top of people's heads, giving people a strong sense of suffocation .

"The City of Hormel..."

Cyril heard a murmur from his side, but found that the speaker was Yilandar.Shadows shrouded his face, making it impossible to see clearly the expression on the only remaining half of his face that was intact.

"Have you heard of the city of Hormel?" He asked Elandar.

"I just heard about it." Ilandar shook his head stiffly, "It is said that this city is hidden in the space, it is the eyes of the sky, watching this land, only those who are invited can climb up The city."

"What about the elves? Have elves ascended the city of Hormel?"

"Elves... I think in this era of civilization, no famous elves should have left the land."

Cyril nodded silently, looking at the city floating in the air, he couldn't help thinking——

It seems that Miss Mia's parents all went to this city of Hormel?

This is good news. After all, the hostile target of Hormel City is "the filth of the gods", and they are friends rather than enemies.And its being able to surpass the mainland in this form is enough to show its terrifying strength beyond the world. At this moment, it might not be a strong support against Fisebol.

But just as he had such an idea, another violent shock came.The forest that had turned into a sea of ​​flames began to violently turbulent. They looked down at their feet, and at some point, cracks appeared on the ground.

This time the vibration was clear and strong, and it came from the ground under their feet; the magic power became chaotic at this time, and the nearest source of chaos was in the magic power gap not far from them, which belonged to the magic of the dragon domain. plain!

"The Magic Plain is about to unfold!"

Cyril immediately realized this, and couldn't help cursing inwardly—although the city of Homer was a friend rather than an enemy to them, the way it appeared was too unfriendly to them.

The relationship between the current forest, the Black Forest, and the Magic Plain is extremely confusing, and the latter two are eyeing the forest: thanks to Nora's last blessing, the forest was able to obtain a one-month buffer period; It is an untimely bomb, which may be deployed at any time, swallowing a large area of ​​forest.

The bomb did not explode that early, but the appearance of the city of Hormel, the vortex that affected the flow of magic power in a large area of ​​the forest, directly broke the balance between the magic power cracks and the outside world.

When there is a magic plain that does not collapse first and unfolds under the destruction of the magic balance, then all the magic cracks will expand into a magic plain!

At that time, without waiting for Fisebol to make a move, the forest will naturally be engulfed by the magic plain!
"Damn it!" He turned to Sigrid and said seriously, "We have to return to Valley City first... It seems that the elves must be evacuated from the forest first."

"Let the elves evacuate the forest...?" Sigrid folded her arms in front of her chest, staring coldly at the city of Hormel. After a while, she softly uttered a few words:
"I thought, maybe there's no time for us to do that."

And within ten seconds after her voice fell, Cyril understood what she meant.

Below the city of Hormel, the magic power once again condensed into a huge tornado-shaped vortex, and jet-black thunder lights flickered in the vortex.The tails of these vortexes raged in the black forest, rolling up and breaking those dead trees, and directly smashing them into pieces.

"It...is it actively provoking Nora's filth?" Ilandar looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help whispering, "The Black Forest is an extension of Fisebor's power, and it will anger Fei Sebol's..."

"You're right." Sigrid's face twitched slightly, and she turned around suddenly, reached out and grabbed the purple dragon's horn, dragged it over, and blocked it like a shield in front of everyone. They are all blocked tightly.Zilong uttered two grievous cries, but Sigrid punched it directly on the dragon's face, making it whine twice, and didn't dare to scream any more.

"Hide behind it, the purple dragon's magic resistance will replace us..."

Before she finished speaking, a sharp howling suddenly sounded from the direction of the Black Forest closest to them.This shrill howling sound seemed to be a mixture of the tragic screams of thousands of people who had been left behind. When it penetrated into the mind, it immediately made people feel heartbroken!
The howling sound almost formed layers of sound waves, where the forest fire was extinguished, and the dry branches trembled and resonated with it, setting off a more manic howl, forming a seemingly endless howl in an instant. Call the sea!

Cyril frowned, and stretched out his hand to try to isolate the sound with the domain of wind, but it was useless.The elf lady beside her was trembling under the erosion of such a voice, she had already wrapped her arms around his arms, leaning on him to support her figure.

"Open your dragon wings!"

Sigrid was not feeling well at this time, her face was slightly distorted, and she roared at Zilong, who quickly spread the dragon's wings to form an arch, enclosing everyone in it, and the voice suddenly subsided ——Although it was still noisy, the feeling of confusing the mind had disappeared.

"Elandar! Elandar!"

Gru's shout reached everyone's ears at this time, and Cyril quickly looked at Yilandar, half of the latter's face was distorted, and the dead wood that had just stayed in the middle of the dividing line actually crawled towards his intact part Some.

"That's...Nora's filthy voice..." He coughed weakly, half of his body was so stiff that he couldn't make a refreshing coughing movement, but he continued, "I've heard it, it's This voice made me, now this..."

"It, it is angry, it is irritated..."

The city of Hormel, succeeding in angering Fisebor.

This situation left Cyril helpless. He looked at Sigrid, but the latter could only shrug his shoulders at him: "The magic resistance of Zilong's body can resist such a sound for us for a while, but it can't Keep blocking it. If that city does nothing... you and I will probably be spared, but it's hard to say for these three elves."

"How long can Zilong last?"

"It depends on the strength of the magic power. This 'variant' of Nora's filth has also appeared in our time, and it is called the 'Sea of ​​Despair'. With the current strength of magic power, an eternal tree The tree will be drained of its life force within three days."

"For Zilong, the current strength is acceptable, but if the city of Hormel only angered Fisebol without doing anything, when the 'wave of sound' from the Sea of ​​Despair is set off, the power of filth and infection will be superimposed, That Zilong couldn't resist its attack either."

Sigrid's explanation is easy to understand. When sound waves are superimposed layer by layer in the form of tides, the destructive power that can be caused is naturally far better than ordinary infection.

"So we can only wait for that city to do something now?"

"You'd better pray that that city of Hormel can take responsibility for its actions." Sigrid snorted coldly, her dissatisfaction evident.

"So we can only stay here?"

"I can't think of any way out of this situation."

Cyril closed his eyes and thought about it. It is not his style to sit and wait for death. No matter what kind of predicament he faces, he has been actively looking for a way to break the situation. Now this situation seems to be a dead situation, but he always I think there should be a ray of life in it.

Now Fisebol is angered by the city of Hormel, which is indeed a very unfavorable situation for them, but think about it another way, if he is destined to face and defeat Fisebol, Then isn't this the process he was about to go through?

In other words, the appearance of the city of Hormel only brought all of this ahead of time—he was already forced to embark on the battle against Fesebor that was originally scheduled to start a few days later, but All of this is just ahead of schedule.

From this point of view, the city of Hormel was their ally who attracted Fisebor's attention for them.

He reached out from the space bracelet and took out the seed.

“[Unnamed Seed]: An unknown seed, you can’t find another one like it in this world.

From the abyss of despair, the most beautiful flowers bloom. "

It looks unremarkable, just with some shell-shattered greenness, but when Cyril gently pinches it, he can feel the vigorous vitality that exists in it.

And a kind of power that makes people feel open and their thoughts suddenly clear.

The trump card to defeat Fisebol is in his hands.

He opened his eyes without any further hesitation, he had Nora's shelter in him, and he wasn't worried about how the screaming pollution would affect him.

"I'll go out and take a look first." He said briefly, before everyone stopped him, he had already drilled out of the safe harbor of Dragon Wing.

The sound waves formed by the screams filled his mind in an instant, but Nora's shelter saved him from the threat of being infected.The surrounding trees that were not affected by the flames had their original green leaves removed by the sound waves. These sound waves were like gusts of wind, rolling the devastated leaves towards the distance.

It was already pitch black in midair, and the sound waves turned into real existences like ghosts and resentful spirits. They twisted and stretched out their dry and empty arms towards the city of Hormel in the sky, as if to make this It's like pulling a city down from mid-air.

And the magic vortex that was still raging in the Black Forest had disappeared at this time, and what was left was only a huge purple light ball that was constantly flashing arcs in the darkness, falling into the city of Hormel. below.

Just when Cyril climbed from the dragon wings to the head of the purple dragon and stood on the "high place", amidst the sharp howls, a deep, human voice suddenly sounded:

"The first orientation calibration, in the process of locking."

"The second direction calibration is in progress, and it is being locked."

He quickly recognized that the first sentence was spoken in Ao San Emma, ​​and the second sentence was in La Rochelle. The source of this sound came from the city above his head.

Orientation calibration, lock?
He had only heard such words when the mage tower launched a single spell, or when the naval gun was about to fire, and the sound echoing in the city of Hormel at this time, could it be that...

"The second orientation calibration is complete, and the lock is complete."

"Make the final direction adjustment, coordinates (114.1919) (514.180), lock complete!"

"Hormel Swinburne's Wrath, launch!"

The reverberation suddenly became high-pitched, but the high-pitched sound only lasted for a short second before being swallowed up by a burst of intense humming——

The purple-black ball of light that fell below the city of Hormel burst out with incomparably dazzling light at this moment, and the thunder turned into a beam of light, blasting straight down obliquely below it, blasting away those who tried in vain to destroy the city of Hormel. All the torn ghosts and resentful spirits evaporated, and then this beam of light was lifted upwards, and this beam of light burst out diagonally forward in an instant!

This beam of light went straight through the large black forest, and its end extended to a place where Cyril's eyes and even the wind that could resonate could not reach, far away in the deepest part of the black forest.

In the places it swept away, all the dry trees disappeared, not even fly ash remained, as if they were evaporated out of thin air and wiped out of existence directly.

Those shrill howls were all swallowed up by the buzzing sound of the beam of light at this moment.When the afterglow of the beam of light slowly dissipated, the sound wave in the air that was at first solid was suddenly pierced by a gap, and where the beam of light passed, there were still traces of tearing in the space. The sound waves trying to fill it could not get close at all.

"Sven... Bourne's Wrath..."

It wasn't until the beam of light dissipated completely that even the fluctuation of magic power subsided, that Cyril came back to his senses, and couldn't help chanting the name he heard.

All this happened so suddenly, he never expected that the attack launched by the city of Hormel would be so swift and powerful, and even Sigrid's natural disaster-level attack would be so powerful before such a blow. Stretched - no, there is no qualification to compare with it.

The city was like a fort, sending out deadly shells, blasting straight to the enemy's hinterland.

Is this the city of Hormel, a city that is independent from the entire world and constantly fighting against the filth of the gods?

Cyril only felt a burst of boiling in his heart, as if he was also ignited by such a blow——

If it is such an offensive, facing the filth of those gods... not to mention killing them with one blow, it should be possible to severely injure them, right?

But just as he was thinking this way, a strange roar suddenly sounded in the black forest.

Immediately afterwards, a jet-black beam of light that was more dazzling than Swinburne's Wrath blasted out from the forest.

It directly hit the city of Hormel in mid-air.

(End of this chapter)