A bright light flashed in the mouth-like groove of the colossus, and the shields of Griffith and Galadia shook violently. Gray smoke ignited from the white stone steps beneath my feet, and the heat even caused ripples in the air.
Two golden-red heat energy rays passed by each other. The deafening roar caused tinnitus and the dazzling fire made him temporarily blind.
In less than half a second, Griffith's layers of shields could no longer hold on, and the terrifying high temperature made his whole body feel like it was boiling.
But the suffocating pain disappeared in a flash. Griffith felt something suddenly block the crosscutting of the heat beam, and a cool breeze swept him up.
"Hold on to me!"
Galadia hugged Griffith tightly and fell towards the bottomless abyss.
There was a whistling wind in my ears. Griffith reluctantly opened his eyes and saw the bottomless darkness coming towards him. The falling feeling made his heart stop.
He hurriedly looked up and hugged Miss Elf tightly, feeling a little safer.
The harsh sound of metal cracking filled the surroundings, and the loud sound of distortion and deformation was as if a magnitude 10 earthquake had occurred.
The metal-covered torso of the colossus flashed with dense beating sparks, and with the huge roar of activation, the physically uncomfortable giant swept around with golden-red beams while crazily climbing up from the abyss.
The towering dome cracked like an eggshell, revealing the hazy starlight in the sky. Something huge beyond the limits of vision was breaking free from its underground cage.
Tarkin seemed more concerned about crawling out than chasing down the bug that had just escaped. His colossus resembles a giant insect with six long legs, and its amazing arms can easily cross ravines, cliffs and mountain peaks.
Every move of this terrifying weapon is extremely powerful, making people subconsciously awe. It has been buried underground for thousands of years, and its powerful power can still make people tremble from the bottom of their hearts even after such a long distance and such a long time!
…
Harandil, who was still directing the battle, was suddenly shaken and became unsteady.
The half-elves and human rebels he led were fighting from several directions with the elves rushing out of the temple. A huge tentacle suddenly rushed out of the ground with a terrifying sound, slamming into the street from top to bottom.
Wind pressure swept through nearby homes.
There was a terrible sound of twisting and breaking. A squadron of rebels was just under the tentacled arms and legs, and turned into flesh without even uttering a wailing sound.
Harandil didn't understand what he saw for a moment. What filled the field of vision was a huge golden, white and red pillar, shining with a faint blue light, resembling the arms and legs of an insect.
A big hole opened in the ground, and countless people screamed and fell down, and then there was no sound immediately. Dust and steam rose into the sky, covering it like a city wall.
Harandil felt a tingling sensation all over his body. He looked down and saw that his skin, which was not protected by armor, had been burned by the air waves.
The huge pillar stood there abruptly and horribly, silent for a moment.
Everyone was dumbfounded and even forgot about the pain of being burned. Some people want to run away, while others want to find out. Before they could take action, there was another roar from the ground.
"Buzz-squeak-squeak!"
Amidst the loud creaking noise, the ground shook like a piece of pudding. Everyone was shaken and fell to the ground one after another.
A giant oval object that shimmered with blue light slowly rose from the ground, making a roaring sound. It kept rising, never-before-seen torsos like there was no end.
The giant thing taller than the Nebula Temple took a long time to slowly crawl out of the ground. All the men, half-elves and elves stared at him with wide eyes, forgetting to run away.
"Buzz——"
When this giant thing finally stood on the ground, it made another low, long and loud sound, lingering between heaven and earth for a long time. Any stories, dragons and Behemoths on murals, those abyss monsters that people dare not look directly at or describe, and the fear and shock they leave in people's hearts are not enough to describe what is happening before them.
Harandil was speechless. Until he saw two golden-red lights flashing on the giant statue.
"hidden!"
he shouted. There were crackling and popping sounds around me, one after another like festive firecrackers.
Rows of humans and half-elves, whether they were holding shields or hiding behind bunkers, would all be blown to ashes as soon as they were swept by these two beams.
The high-temperature jets shot from above swept across the crowd, burning one after another.
Groups of people were burned to ashes in an instant, leaving only charred shadows on the ground.
The height of this colossus is at least more than three kilometers. It is covered in dark gold and dark red heavy armor, and its psychic shield is unimaginably thick. Like a spider with terrifying long legs, it easily crosses houses, gardens, and rivers with grace and death, wandering through the city, pouring astonishing firepower onto the ground.
Some crazy and brave rebels turned their guns and cannons and began to attack, but their weapons had no effect on the shields. The death ray from the giant thermal laser gun is so powerful that the terrifying golden-red light beam will burn almost everything in an instant!
While the terrifying heat energy beam swept away, countless tentacles rushed out of the colossus like straws, grabbing the surrounding half-elves and humans, sucking them into the long pipe, sucking them in, making a snoring sound, and then sprayed them out. Rags and debris everywhere.
After a while, there were two more rays of this terrifying beam!
All rebel attacks seemed insignificant. In the face of the astonishingly thick armor and shields, it is estimated that only a volley of organized extraordinarys, aiming at one part at the same time, can cause enough damage to break the shield and break the armor. However, in the face of the sweeping heat beam, the intensive attacks are like ripe rice facing a sickle, only being cut down in rows.
Harandil is still struggling. He took out a bomb that Griffith had obtained from Roland, which was made of Abyss Evil Iron and had strong explosive and destructive power. Something strange happens near the target hit by this weapon, called the Abyss Bomb. Very strange things.
The breath of the Maw is said to be able to reach the deepest darkness in the world. Half-elves use this kind of thing to assassinate demigods. Well, that's not right. The Abyss Bullet did not destroy the demigods' shields, but caused other abnormal phenomena to harm them.
Harandil was extremely brave and threw an abyss bomb at the colossus. The strange substance that spewed out after the explosion actually caused great damage to the shield, leaving at least half a meter of corrosion pits on the solid armor, as ugly as the scars left by wounds.
"It works!" Harandil shouted, "Hurry up and attack with the Abyss Bullet..."
Before he finished speaking, the huge legs passed by him, and the shock wave of landing knocked him away.
The air was filled with noisy, indistinct sounds—the creaking of the giant statue, the rumble of collapsing houses, the crackling of burning trees and fences.
Thick black smoke mixed with the evaporating air waves from the river. As the hot light swept forward and back through the streets of Canaan, everything that was hit glowed white, and then emitted choking black smoke.
Houses, courtyards, beautiful vines and bridges were all set on fire. Reflected in the light of the fire, the sky turned orange.
Harandil jumped from the water. The scalding water almost cooked him. He ran away, through the flowers, and together with the panicked rebels, they burrowed back and forth in the grass like frightened frogs, running around without thinking.
Suddenly a bright golden-red light swept towards him. A large piece of the roof along the way where the beam hit it immediately melted, and then a lava-like fire erupted; all the trees were burned to charcoal in an instant.
The beam swept back and forth along the path, incinerating people one by one. Then it swept to the water's edge, across the river and toward the other side. Where it passed, the water boiled and steam emitted.
The waves of boiling water covered Harandil who was running for his life. His body was burned and his eyes were almost blinded by the burns. He ignored the pain and just ran as hard as he could.
…
"Garadia, we have to go back!" Griffith shouted, "They need our help."
He couldn't hear the screams from the distant ground, but every cell and every inch of nerves felt great pain. He seemed to see countless people being burned to death senselessly, like ants being burned to death by a child with a match.
"People think that the misfortune before them is the climax of the disaster, but they don't know that it is just the prelude to the storm."
Galadia whispered softly. She pressed the knight's hand and motioned him to look forward.
In the silent darkness, a green wall appeared.
"What's this?"
Griffith couldn't tell his bearings, didn't know where he was, and couldn't understand the significance of this wall.
It was like a light curtain composed of countless fireflies, suspended there. If you look carefully, you will find that the wall seems to be composed of countless light points.
Countless light spots of numbers 0 and 1...
"I have never seen her before, but the moment I saw her, I seemed to understand something," Galadia said, "Griffith, please allow me to introduce to you——
"The guardian of knowledge and organization,
"The guidance of prophecy and destiny,
"The owner of the final secret of Canaan, the God of Prophecy, His Majesty Yinluwash."
