Old days in the box

Chapter 43 The Price of Window

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Terrifying thunder roared in the clouds, and the sky above the kingdom's capital city was covered with dark clouds, as if the entire sky was about to collapse.

The battle between gods in the capital has not yet been decided.

Magic power is vibrating in the air, whistling in the surroundings along with the strong wind. The space is being torn apart, and more miraculous creations that are incomprehensible continue to emerge.

The Apocalypse Tank from "Red Alert 2", the Tower Giant from "Heroes 3", as well as the previous Protoss aircraft carrier and Terran battleship all appeared alternately, besieging this blasphemous statue.

The colossus also became furious, the ancient runes carved on its body were glowing, and its huge body continued to sweep down ships in the sky.

The magic power of both sides was draining rapidly. The Apocalypse tank and the Protoss aircraft carrier tore the body of the Colossus apart. When the battleship's Yamato cannon was fully charged, it blasted off one of the Colossus' legs, interrupting its ability to climb out of the furnace. action.

But even if it was impossible to leave this furnace pool, the huge body of the Colossus was still enough to drag these tanks and aircraft carriers into the water. The magic power collided violently in the air, and tanks and aircraft carriers were constantly destroyed and disappeared into the void.

The civilians and deep-diving elves were all stunned to watch this divine battle. A behemoth hundreds of meters high roared in the pool, dragging an almost equally huge steel behemoth into the molten iron and melting it completely. This scene was like a lifetime. memorable.

Outside the screen, Zhou Xiao quickly copied the stickers one by one and dragged them into the window one by one.

The entire window was soon filled with picture loading progress bars, flashing crazily.

The excessive external magic power expanded more and more, and had begun to tear apart the natural balance of the area. Finally, the sky above the capital could not withstand the heavy pressure, and heavy rain, lightning, and thunder began to fall.

Every drop of magic in the air trembled, flowing down the rain onto everyone's face, making their whole bodies tremble involuntarily, and feeling fear from the bottom of their hearts.

Even the deep-diving elves who had great faith in the Sons of the Past felt inexplicably terrifying at this time.

No one noticed that a huge square shadow like a black hole flashed back in the clouds, looming.

The colossus roared loudly, and its voice was no longer the low humming before. It had become sharp and strange, which meant that its magic power had reached its limit.

Under Zhou Xiao's intense confrontation, its magic power had been almost exhausted and it could no longer maintain its own defense.

Those protoss aircraft carriers, human race battleships, apocalypse tanks, etc. were simply used as suicide attacks by Zhou Xiao. They were all thrown towards the body of the Blasphemy Statue without any hesitation, appeared, collided, exploded, and then turned into nothingness.

In the end, even an undead frost dragon was dragged in, roaring and rushing towards the Statue of Profanity.

"No matter what, you still can't beat me..."

However, outside the screen, Zhou Xiao's vision became increasingly blurry.

As the excessive amount of textures continued to be loaded, his heartbeat began to beat faster and faster, a strong feeling of dizziness hit his head, and he felt unprecedented fatigue.

At first, he thought it was because he stayed up late. After all, he was in front of the screen to supervise the whole process today, and it was already past four in the morning.

But as he kept dragging pictures in, he gradually realized something was wrong.

He felt not only fatigue, but also a rapid loss of physical strength, as if everything was being sucked into this window.

On the screen, foreign magic screamed crazily in the air along with the strong wind, tearing apart all the local magic they could find, trying to destroy everything into disorderly chaos.

This strange feeling of wind made Freya and Sharon feel extremely strange for the first time.

Roar--

The giant frost dragon let out a thundering roar and fought with the huge colossus in the furnace pool.

Its icy breath continuously impacts the body of the Blasphemous Idol, freezing its movements and slowing the flow of its magic.

Since the body of the Statue of Blasphemy was slowly condensed over hundreds of years from the statues of gods that had been abandoned by mortals, it is essentially a building and is just restrained by the frozen breath.

The Statue of Blasphemy was severely injured by the frost dragon. It was at the end of its crossbow and was slowly sinking to the bottom of the furnace pond while holding on to the dragon.

In its current state, whether it's a dragon, a tank, or an aircraft carrier, one more shot is enough to kill it.

However, double images began to appear in front of Zhou Xiao's eyes, and the hand holding the mouse became weak.

He stretched out his hand to support his forehead and realized that the source of the problem came from the window——

It turns out that although there is no limit to dragging pictures into the window, there is a price.

Every dragging of a picture consumes some of his energy.

It's just that before this, he had never encountered a situation where he needed to drag a lot of textures in, so he didn't notice it.

This time he dragged more than 40 stickers in at once, losing a lot of energy in an instant. In addition, he had already stayed up late, so he couldn't hold on anymore. "I..." Zhou Xiao dragged the mouse unsteadily, trying to kill the monster as soon as possible, but the double images were scattered in front of him, and he couldn't even see where the mouse pointer was.

A burst of intense fatigue surged into his heart, and Zhou Xiao fell asleep in front of the computer.

On the screen, the heavy rain suddenly dimmed.

The foreign magic power in mid-air no longer roared, and the strange wind hovering over the altar also stopped abruptly.

"The miracles of the Children of the Old...have stopped?" Freya looked at the changes in the sky and muttered to herself in confusion.

The miraculous signs of the Children of the Past that she was familiar with had just suddenly stopped completely.

There was no more space tearing in mid-air, and no steel giant emerged to attack the statue.

The last giant frost dragon that appeared was firmly grasping the body of the Statue of Blasphemy and slowly sinking to the bottom of the pool with it. However, this only exhausted its magic power, but was not enough to truly eliminate it. Monster.

Once it returns to the bottom of the furnace, it falls into an endless slumber again.

After another hundred years have passed in the human world on the ground, it will reappear on the earth in the form of another god and continue to trick them into believing in itself.

"The evil thing hasn't been completely destroyed, so we can't let it go!" Freya realized that the matter was not over yet, and immediately started running towards the altar's furnace.

"My Lady Saint, it's dangerous!"

The deep-diving elves had just come out of the fear of the God War. When they saw Freya suddenly starting to run towards the altar, they had no choice but to follow her.

Freya was an important bridge between them and the Children of the Past, and no one wanted anything to happen to this saint.

On the altar, the huge body of the Statue of Blasphemy is slowly submerging into the molten iron like a mountain. Its upper body has sunk halfway, and only one of its three twisted arms is still stretched out.

The frost dragon held on until the last moment before it was completely melted by the liquid iron and dissipated into nothing in the void.

Seeing this scene, Freya drew her sword without hesitation and gathered all the magic power in her body.

"Lord Saint, what do you want to do? This is a divine battle between beings! We are not qualified to interfere!" At this time, Old Rand had already caught up. Seeing Freya resolutely draw her sword, he quickly stepped forward and said .

"The war between gods is over. It has lost. We must eradicate it completely now." Freya clenched the sword in her hand and frowned tightly on her beautiful face.

"This is an evil false god, and it cannot be shaken by mortals like us! The great son of the old will definitely bring its end, so don't worry about it now!"

Many deep-diving elves caught up at this time, and they all tried to persuade Freya.

In their opinion, this false god has suffered the most severe divine punishment from the Sons of the Past, and no longer has the ability to make trouble.

"The will of the Son of the Past has stopped. Don't you understand? This is the test He gave us!"

"We must personally eradicate the belief in this false god from the mainland and dedicate everything to the great sons of the past. This will be a great achievement belonging to our family and will become an epic of the past recited by many poets in the future! "

White light emerged from Freya's body, but she didn't expect that she would interpret the disappearance of the strange wind to mean this!
When she said this, the other deep-diving elves also suddenly realized, and a heroic heroism rose from the bottom of their hearts.

"Even so, it's not for you, Lady Saint, to go, let me go!" Old Rand stepped forward immediately.

"That's right! I'm going too!"

Many echoing voices soon came from the deep-diving elves. In their view, it was simply a dream to be able to accept the merits bestowed by the sons of the past and become a deep-diving hero who would be remembered in the future.

What's more, Freya's status is noble, so there is no need for her to take this risk.

But Freya shook her head decisively and did not agree with what they said.

"My magic is the strongest among us, and I am the most confident that I can complete it. Since I am the envoy of the Children of the Past, I should shoulder this responsibility."

Freya knew that this was not only an honor, but also a dangerous test that could not be completed simply without fear of death.

As the person with the strongest magical power among the deep-diving elves, she naturally has to shoulder this responsibility for the entire race and successfully complete the test given to them by the gods.

All the deep-diving elves were silent, because in terms of magic power, what Freya said was indeed an ironclad fact.

"Listen, if I don't come up after a while, you guys will aim all the magic at the furnace and completely destroy this place." Freya stopped delaying and condensed infinite white light on her hands, spreading to the whole body to form barrier.

"Understood, Lady Saint!"

She immediately jumped into the furnace pool and disappeared into the molten iron.

(End of this chapter)