Yin Luna nodded worriedly. She looked at Xia De's face full of pain, and sweat soaked his hair. She was extremely worried. But Xia De really just had a stomachache.
"Xia De, don't worry about the evil god. It will only take five minutes for us to prepare..."
Halfway through her words, Yin Luna was stunned for a moment, and then she and Xia De and the Guardian looked up at the mountain high in the west that had been flattened in the battle.
At this time, the mushroom cloud produced by the explosion of the old man's stone statue was gradually subsiding. In the smoking deep pit where the stone statue exploded, the remains of the stone statue were scattered in the soil. Among them, several stones that were similar to the shape of petals merged into the soil silently.
On the top of the distant mountain, the cultists who hid there with the help of the "Puppet Master's Notes" provided by the Blood Spirit School picked up the stones from the soil. Under the identification of the old priest group, the stone that most resembled a petal was selected and carved with the rune symbolizing "autumn" and the holy emblem of the evil god with a special chisel.
So three middle-ring warlocks, holding stone hearts, stone heads and stone flowers, walked towards the eyeless stone statue standing on the altar.
A circle of fire was lit around the altar, and dozens of priests in black and gray robes whispered prayers.
"A willing soul and heart!"
The heart flew out of the ringmaster's hands and into the chest of the stone statue on the altar.
"A stone head that was forced to be sacrificed!"
The head flew out of the ring warlock's hand and merged into the head of the stone statue on the altar.
"An unexpected flower created by fate!"
A flower-like stone flew out of the ringmaster's hand, and that stone also became one of Stone Oxenfurt's last works before his death.
At the top of the mountain, everyone was lying on the ground, praying loudly. The light from the sky broke through the dark clouds and covered the stone statue. Amid the increasingly frantic prayers, the stone statue, which had its eyes closed, opened them.
"I'll go stop her..."
Xia De, covering his chest, wanted to stand up, but was stopped by Yin Luna.
The seventeen-year-old girl's face was more serious than ever before:
"Xade, at least, at least please trust me once, let me do it, let me do it this time..."
“But that’s God.”
"It has not yet fully descended. The descent of God takes time. I know I cannot stop the God, but at least I can slightly hinder the descent ceremony. You take a rest, and I will buy you some time to recover."
Yin Luna said, and then picked up the small bottle of perfume next to Xia De, which was half full at some point.
She asked the Guardian very seriously:
"What is the earth, anyway?"
The Guardian replied:
"The earth is right beneath our feet. I will share my power with you."
He stretched out his fingers, and bits of ochre light flew towards Yin Luna, then surrounded her right hand.
The seventeen-year-old girl closed her eyes, took a deep breath, then tilted her head back and drank the pink liquid in one gulp.
The feeling of binding the light in the empty bottle fruit, showing the sun in the hand in Shade's house, absorbing the power of the heart of the earth, and using the Higgs dragon head stone to release energy. And, most importantly, the feeling of standing upside down on the ground, as if I had turned into a Titan and held up the earth, all merged in my heart.
When a faint golden light passed through Xia De's body when he was promoted just now, Yin Luna's hands suddenly radiated dazzling light. She gave Xia De a reassuring look, then jumped suddenly into the air.
Gray snowflakes flew in the wind, and her long brown hair swayed in the wind. While her clothes rustled in the wind, Yin Luna raised her hands above her head, and the bright golden light gathered in her hands, and then grew bigger and bigger. Until, the huge ball of light was comparable to a mountain.
The life ring appeared behind him, and the flowers of the four seasons on the wreath on his head swayed slightly in the wind, but were also dyed the color of the sun.
At this moment, everyone looked up at her, at the person of the true destiny of the Sixth Epoch. And Yin Luna finally shouted out the deepest hope in her heart that she had longed for and finally understood until this moment:
"Power of the Earth·Earth Energy Cannon!"
Just as the sun rose in the sky northeast of the Randall River Valley, it was then thrown far away as Yin Luna raised her hands high.
The huge mountain-like sphere of solar energy moved very quickly, but because of its huge size, people perceived it as if it was slowly falling from the sky towards the distant mountains. Then the bright yellow light illuminated everything in the night. The power of the Supreme Sun even dispelled some of the filth on the earth.
The ground was shaking, and an invisible shock wave swept across the entire area. At this moment, everyone was forced to close their eyes or turn their heads, but they could still feel the power of this blow.
A huge mushroom cloud rose in the wind and snow, and even the surrounding temperature seemed to rise by several degrees.
Miss Carina looked at the slowly falling figure in the sky with a smile. She was actually quite satisfied with her anonymous student:
"So this is the magic she wanted to create. It seems that I must give her the gift I promised her."
Although Sister Defulin did not rely on vision to observe the world, she still looked up at the golden light exploding in the distance:
"This is... the destined hero."
Dr. Schneider, who was hiding in the forest and waiting, sat on a petrified dead branch, staring at the mushroom cloud in the distance in amazement:
“Although Shad said that a lot of things will happen in Randall Valley tonight, and I also saw so many thirteen rings, is this too exaggerated?”
In the downtown area of Randall Valley, countless people cannot sleep tonight.
People waiting for a new round of aftershocks noticed the "sun" rising outside the city from their windows or basement doors. In the Wilde Opera House, Miss Hayley Aurora, Miss Rita Swift, and Tifa, who was holding Mia, who had been at the window, also saw the northeastern sky completely illuminated.
“That’s amazing.”
The old witch's young apprentice sighed softly, clutching his handkerchief.
"Will every final battle of the Chosen Ones be like this?"
asked Miss Hayley Aurora, who was shy around people she knew.
The cat in Tifa's arms had amber eyes reflecting the golden light. Suddenly the cat meowed, but the girls didn't see it. Sparks flashed in the cat's mouth.
Still in the open space protected by the guardians, Shade turned his head from the position covered by smoke and asked the guardian beside the long table:
"Can Yin Luna Bei Yasi's attack be comparable to that of the Thirteen Ring Warlock?"
"Thirteen-ring warlocks are all different, and not all of them are good at destruction. But if you ask me, the range destructive power of the power of the earth that even I don't have the mastery of is secondary. What's important is the radiance of the sun."
The guardian said calmly:
"I think you also understand the relationship between the sun and the earth, but even if these two forces can promote each other, there are not many people who can be like her... Even if I become the chosen one and fully master the power of the thaumaturgy of the earth, I can't deliver a blow like hers."
"This is normal. Yin Luna still has many secrets. Unfortunately, Yin Luna, who only has six rings now, cannot use this power frequently, but it is already amazing."
Xia De, who had recovered a little, said while enduring the pain in his stomach, watching Yin Luna fall from the sky and then being caught by a lady he didn't know. Even though she drank half a bottle of "essential oil", this attack still temporarily weakened Yin Luna. This is somewhat similar to Xia De's first use of the maze lock. Although it can surpass its own level and play a great effect, there are also consequences.
"I don't quite understand. The evil god is about to arrive. Why don't you urge me to hold the Chosen Ceremony?"
The guardian at the table asked in confusion, and Shade shook his head:
"If you, as the chosen one, are contaminated or even captured by the evil god, that would be troublesome. I can't save you again, so it's better to wait for the gods... Besides, I roughly guess what will happen this time. Grace, Helen!"
Hearing his call, the fluttering butterflies in the thin blood-red mist gathered together, and then transformed into a twin in black and white dresses in front of Shade.
Shade asked the Guardian:
"Can you tell what they are?"
“A relic.”
The special soul sitting at the end of the long table said, and after a pause added:
“But now they don’t look like relics. They were once blessed by different gods. Even though the old gods have fallen asleep, those great powers are still in them... Among them, there is a god related to the earth.”
"It's the old god - Thousand-Eyed Illusion Butterfly."
Xia De said, and then asked:
"Can they be considered guests with the power of the earth?"
"Of course, no one is more qualified than them."
The guardian nodded, and Shade felt relieved. He didn't even dare to think about who would sit at this table in the future.
So, he asked the girls in front of him suspiciously:
"Didn't you say it was only five minutes? It's already seven or eight minutes now."
As the younger sister, Helen in a black dress immediately turned her head to the side, and Grace lowered her head embarrassedly:
"Sir, we know you don't want to put us in danger. If you didn't tell us that we only have five minutes, you probably wouldn't have called us here so easily..."
Xia De covered his forehead and sighed:
"Just tell me directly, there's no need to lie. But these are just small matters, it's good that you're still here. Next, protect yourself and Luvia and the others. When the time is right, come here and sit next to me."
He took out the "Butterfly Summoning Flute" and handed it to the two girls. In their hands, this divine creation could enhance the part of the "Red Butterfly Twins" that represented the power of butterflies:
"What happened next that night can probably become part of a myth."