I have a city in another world

Chapter 6911 Night Raid on the Temple
As night falls, the city, though no longer bustling with traffic and devoid of its former hustle and bustle, is not completely dark.

A variety of luminescent plants illuminate the streets and buildings, while glowing mosses and fungi outline the shapes of various objects.

The special moss that grows on the road surface emits a faint glow when stepped on and spreads outwards.

Walking on it is like stepping on glowing waves that surge forward continuously.

At this moment, in the city center, many streets were filled with flashing figures, each exuding a murderous aura.

Among them were many figures dressed in long, stinking black robes, sewn with cryptic runes drawn on animal hides.

An invisible force attempted to penetrate the black robe and enter the body, but was successfully blocked by the foul-smelling substance and the talisman.

The two reacted violently, generating a green flame that enveloped the black-robed man's body, making him appear like a ferocious spirit walking in the darkness.

They looked up, revealing their faces hidden by masks, and the surface of their protective goggles reflected the image of a huge statue in the distance.

In the darkness of night, the statues appeared even more solemn and mysterious against the backdrop of luminous plants.

The power revealed by the gods awes the minds of mortals, inspiring a sense of reverence in them.

However, tonight, they are not here to worship and pray, but to completely destroy the temple.

These small teams, scattered throughout the vast city, are but insignificant ripples.

However, when combined, they form a force that cannot be ignored, enough to support a large-scale war.

The alliance cultivators, who were secretly directing the operation, stood on high ground and watched as the group headed straight for the temple.

They won't hide behind the scenes; they will participate, but they will never charge into battle like cannon fodder.

As the operation began, the operatives hidden in the shadows revealed their concealed heavy weapons.

Light runic cannons, alchemical weapons used for city defense, were loaded and ready to fire at any time.

Warfare does occur within the Astral Plane; with the wizards' deliberate indulgence, regime changes are commonplace.

It is only natural to deploy heavy defensive weapons in some large cities.

Previously, when the situation was found to be abnormal after the storm, the Alliance cultivators immediately took action.

They opened a secret arsenal and quietly moved and relocated weapons to prepare for a potential war.

Heavy weapons will be used in tonight's attack, providing saturation long-range strikes.

The ground attack force had already revealed its presence long ago, and as it approached the temple, dazzling beams of light shot towards the street.

The team attempting a sneak attack was collectively exposed to the intense light.

A large group of figures appeared on the platform above the statue, coldly watching the enemies below.

One of the stunningly beautiful figures held a green staff and chanted in a language no one could understand.

When the staff pointed to the ground, the sound was clearly audible, carrying an undeniable majesty.

"God's punishment!"

As soon as the words were spoken, one of the four heads of the statue, the head of a wild beast, suddenly opened its eyes.

His bloodthirsty, cold gaze swept over the group of enemies below.

"die!"

The seven-colored vortex above his head instantly turned blood red, accompanied by a faint, cold snort.

It's as if some being has been enraged by ignorant ants.

In an instant, shrill screams echoed from the streets leading to the area around the statue.

The leaves on the tree fell one after another, yet they spun at high speed like propellers.

The leaves are as sharp as blades, easily cutting through skin and armor, and also contain deadly toxins.

Ordinary, tender leaves, under the influence of divine power, are transformed into scythes of death that reap lives.

The blades of grass on the ground were now as sharp as knives, piercing the soles of the feet of those who walked on them.

There were also many slender vines that wriggled and lashed continuously, tripping or entangled people. During the dragging, the corpses were cut by sharp blades of grass and were soon shredded into pieces.

As the ground attackers were attacked and thrown into chaos, the Alliance monks also began their own attack.

With a series of loud explosions, artillery and long-range weapons hidden throughout the city locked onto the giant statue at the same time.

These weapons were fired at the statue and did indeed hit the target accurately, but they did not cause the expected damage.

Like a grain of sand flowing into a pond, it only creates tiny ripples.

But in an instant, the ripples will disappear, and everything will return to normal.

Attacks came from all directions, raining down on the statue as if trying to unleash all the ammunition on it in the shortest possible time.

It seems that if we slow down even a little, we won't have another chance to attack.

Hearing the noise, the townspeople all craned their necks to look, wanting to know what had happened.

When people saw the statue being attacked, they were immediately shocked, and a mixture of fear and anticipation arose in their expressions.

Panic stems from fear of the gods, the fear that if attacked, the gods will be angered and then retaliate fiercely.

If that happens, they are very likely to be affected and become victims of the struggle between the two forces.

The fact that a hurricane destroyed a city is the most powerful proof of this, and the people in the city did not do anything rebellious at that time.

However, that terrible storm claimed countless lives, displaced the city's residents, and left them in a constant state of fear and anxiety.

Now that someone is attacking the temple, it's practically gambling with the lives of the entire city's inhabitants. Success might not bring much benefit, but failure will inevitably lead to repercussions.

As the explosions continued and the surface of the statue rippled, the people in the city were filled with mixed emotions, unsure whether to pray for the attackers' victory or for the temple to emerge as the ultimate winner.

A rainbow vortex showered down a rain of light, which condensed into a beam of light in mid-air, its four heads and eight arms making its origin instantly recognizable.

The luminous statue took shape, and the bow was drawn and the arrow was nocked to begin firing.

One after another, beams of light accurately struck the runic cannons, flashing with light followed by a deafening roar.

Those who attacked were instantly reduced to dust, and no further movement was heard.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen firing positions were destroyed, a speed that was astonishing.

Seeing this, the other attackers turned and fled without hesitation, fearing that if they were even a step too slow, they would lose their lives.

The divine light and shadow in the sky seemed to be able to see through everything and accurately lock onto the fleeing enemy.

Another series of explosions followed, accompanied by shrill and desperate screams, and many buildings collapsed and were damaged.

Just as the citizens feared, many innocent people were once again caught in the crossfire during the fighting.

However, neither side cared about the casualties. Instead, because of the statue's counterattack, the alliance monks decided to use their trump card.

As the mechanism was activated, a lawn in a city square shifted horizontally, revealing an object hidden underground.

It was a runic array, inlaid with uniformly sized energy crystals, like electron tubes embedded in a circuit board, constantly emitting colorful light when activated.

At the center of the rune array is a twelve-meter-tall gem crystal, its surface covered with micro-carved energy circuits.

With a buzzing sound, the erected crystal shot out a dazzling beam of light, heading straight for the giant statue.

Where the beam of light passed, space itself was cut apart, leaving a clear crack in the void.

In an instant, the beam of light struck the head of the giant statue, instantly vaporizing one of the beast's heads.

The runic array fired a second beam of light, aiming at the giant statue once more, but this time at three other heads.

"court death!"

Suddenly, the eyes of the beautiful head on the giant statue shone brightly, and the long spear in its hand swung forward fiercely.

The spear, bracing against the beam of light, pierced the location of the runic array, and a loud bang was heard instantly.

When the smoke cleared, the runic array had vanished without a trace, leaving only a charred crater on the ground.

The alliance cultivators who were secretly observing couldn't help but sigh deeply, and without hesitation, they dodged and fled.