From the prototype, immortal

The Valkyrie Mishra stood on the edge of the destruction caused by Asura, her figure stretched out in the afterglow of the setting sun, like an unyielding statue.

All around were the ruins of the ruins left by the ravages of Asura's divine power, flames devoured the once prosperous city, and thick smoke billowed, covering the sky and the sun.

Mishra's gaze passed through the chaos and despair in front of her and fixed on the distant sky, where the fleet of the Kingdom of God was like a dark cloud, and each warship emitted a heart-pounding energy fluctuation, as if it only took one blow to completely wipe out this land.

Chang Wei's teachings to her made her deeply understand that no matter how powerful the gods are, humans cannot put all their hopes on them.

The real power comes from the inner tenacity and indomitable spirit, and it is the control of each life form over its own destiny.

These words, like seeds, took root in Mishra's heart and sprouted until today, blooming with brilliant light.

Especially after seeing what the gods did, Mishra has completely given up the fantasy that should not have existed.

As the only human girl who dared to resist and hit the gods with stones in the original plot, she was not lacking in the spirit of resistance.

Therefore, even in the face of the overwhelming offensive of the fleet of the Kingdom of God, Misra had no intention of retreating. She protected the innocent humans below with her own strength, and interpreted the truth that "humans can only rely on themselves" with her actions.

Although she could not do anything to those warships of the Kingdom of God, she was also trying to protect humans and resist shells.

Every tiny resistance is a flame against despair, which will eventually converge into a torrent that changes fate.

In the midst of the continuous artillery fire, the fall of each shell means the disappearance of life, and Misra's heart is deeply hurt.

She witnessed her compatriots fall one by one, and the pain and sorrow, like a sharp blade, cut her soul.

But it was this pain that stimulated the sleeping power of the truth in her body.

The truth is the purest belief and desire from the depths of the human heart, and it is a bridge connecting humans and the mysterious power of the universe.

In Mishra's mournful cry, the power of the truth in her body was quietly awakened.

This power comes from the faith and desire deep in her heart, and is the bridge between her and the mysterious power of the universe.

It is like a trickle, flowing from the depths of her heart, gathering into a rushing river, nourishing her broken armor and weapons.

At the same time, the humans on the ground are also praying to Mishra.

They know that this Valkyrie is their last hope. Although their prayers are weak and powerless, they are full of sincerity and hope.

These prayers turned into subtle truth power, passing through artillery fire, time and space, and finally gathered around Mishra.

Although these powers come from the fragility and insignificance of human beings, when they gather together, they have the power to shake the world.

Mishra can clearly feel the influx of these powers. They are like warm sunshine, illuminating the darkness in her heart and giving her the courage to continue fighting.

She recalled the original truth power, which actually came from human prayers.

However, in order to obtain this power faster, the Kingdom of God actually chose to kill humans and directly convert their souls into the power of truth.

Although this method is fast, efficient and high-yield, the cost is to kill the goose that lays the golden eggs.

As the power of the truth of human prayers continues to be injected, Mishra's armor and weapons begin to transform. The cracks on the armor gradually healed, shining with a soft and firm light, as if given new life.

The patterns on the helmet became more complex and mysterious, revealing an ancient and powerful aura.

The original golden-shining spear was now wrapped in a layer of brilliant light, which spread from the tip of the spear to the entire spear body until it wrapped the entire weapon. It seemed to have turned into a small sun, emitting a hot and dazzling light.

It became a "spear of light" that can penetrate darkness and illuminate hope.

Not only that, energy patterns of various colors appeared on Mishra's armor and weapons. These lines are as colorful as rainbows. They sparkle in the sun, adding a bit of mystery and majesty to Misra.

Misra took a deep breath and felt an unprecedented power.

She looked up at the warships of the Kingdom of God, with a firm light in her eyes. She knew that it was time to end the war.

She clenched the spear of light and rushed to the warships of the Kingdom of God as if she was holding the sun.

Behind her were the humans who were praying, their eyes full of expectations and hope. Misra knew that she could not live up to this expectation, and she must bring peace and tranquility to this land.

Misra looked directly at the warships of the Kingdom of God, and she rushed up, while Asura was still in Carlo's main ship, playing the game of passing levels.

Misra's spear of light expanded rapidly in the air, and finally turned into a huge beam of light. This beam of light was like a bridge connecting heaven and earth, emitting dazzling light and illuminating the whole world.

She took a deep breath, gathered all her strength into one point, and then threw the infinite brilliance spear at a warship of the Kingdom of God like throwing a star.

The speed was so fast that it exceeded the limit that the naked eye could capture, as if even time was torn apart by it, leaving only a brilliant light trail.

The spear of light drew a perfect arc in the air, and with destructive power, it hit the hull of the Kingdom of God's warship fiercely.

At that moment, the whole world seemed to be still, followed by a deafening roar, accompanied by a dazzling explosion. The once indestructible warship of the Kingdom of God was easily broken open like a fragile eggshell under Mishra's attack, revealing a huge gap.

This gap was like a huge mouth, swallowing everything around it. The system inside the hull began to disorder, alarms sounded one after another, flames splashed, and chaos and fear spread among the soldiers of the Kingdom of God.

They had never seen such a powerful attack.

"From less than 100 levels to more than 1,000 levels, the power of the truth is really exaggerated."

Esdeath witnessed all this from the side, her eyes flashing with excitement, and her tone was full of amazement at Mishra's power.

Mishra was just a warrior who could barely deal with a 100-level demon, but now, even if he faced a 1,000-level demon, it would probably only take one shot.

And these warships of the Kingdom of God, each of which was enough to match the powerful demons of more than 5,000 levels, seemed so fragile under Mishra's attack.

She felt too passionate and couldn't stop.