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Just as Wu Hui won the championship and the heart of the earth, there was endless calm on the sea.

The weather is clear, and more than 20 nautical miles away from the main island of the Patrick Islands, magic whistle towers for only one to three people are quietly floating above the waveless sea.

These magic whistle towers are one every ten nautical miles, and they are like a circle of guardians guarding the outermost periphery of Patrick's main island.

The magic whistle tower is not large in size. It uses floating technology to allow the whistle tower to be suspended on the upper end of the sea and away from the wind and waves on the sea. The architectural style is somewhat similar to the lighthouses seen in ordinary lighthouses, except that in these magic whistle towers, the original position of the lighting equipment at the top was replaced with a huge reconnaissance crystal.

In this way, you can detect the ups and downs of the sea within a radius of ten nautical miles, and detect the gentle and bright light of the crystal. At night, it is also a beacon to guide the lower-level fishermen in the Patrick Islands to return one after another.

It's just that staying in the magic whistle tower to monitor the sea is a very boring thing.

Especially today, it is particularly boring to stay in such a whistle to work in the finals of the Truth Conference.

"Today is the day of the Truth Conference, the final..."

The young intermediate magician Granger was leaning against the recliner under the scout crystal, looking at the sea boredly and muttering, "Oh, it's my turn to be on duty today, it's so unlucky!"

"I heard that the final test is to restore an ancient magic array site that originated from the previous era!"

"That's a profound and obscure ancient magic. I really want to see the style of ancient magic!"

Granger looked at the sky and calculated himself, "Look at the time, the final has already begun?"

"Is it their holy genius Ben Stuart who won steadily, or is the third prince Charles Spring Hall taught by the Grand Master of the Royal Palace, even better?"

"That Northland Siren Karen Glacier is cruel and ruthless, it's not easy... And the Wu Hui who is only level 1 and the arrogant Lawrence Kampul, I wonder if he will create miracles in the finals..."

Granger was basking in the sun, and while eating delicious drunk peanuts, he threw the peanuts into the sea.

Peanuts with the smell of wine and grain aroma soon attracted a group of smart bamboo fish under the magic whistle where he was.

These bamboo fish are not big in size, with big round eyes, and they compete for food in the sea, like little mice in a barn, fighting around.

When I was bored on duty, it was quite interesting to tease these little fish.

The weather was right at this time, the sea breeze was blowing, and the surroundings were silent.

In this beautiful environment that blends into nature, this magic whistle tower with only three floors above and below seems to have become like a small villa, comfortable and pleasant.

However.

The bamboo-catchered fish that were originally scrambling to eat at the sea at Granger's feet suddenly became panicked.

These little fish seemed to be frightened, running wildly in the sea and fled in all directions.

Some small fish that were in a panic would even jump out of the water and hit and died on the base of the magic whistle tower.

"What's going on?"

Seeing this scene, Granger was slightly stunned.

The scene in front of me is very strange. Usually, these agile bamboo fish are very brave, and even if someone stands next to me, they won’t be afraid.

But what is the situation now?

Before Granger could think about it, he found that the magic whistle tower under his feet suddenly began to tremble violently.

The extremely rich water element in the air was extremely irritable, and the "rumbling" tremor kept filling his eardrums. The violent tremor from the whistle made him stand unsteadily and almost fell into the sea.

The strong wind began to blow on the sea surface, and the violent wind poured into the magic whistle, scrambling the recliner he had just sat in to the air.

The sky was filled with thick dark clouds from time to time, and the surroundings became dark in an instant. The terrifying scene seemed to be on the eve of a storm, so solemn and depressing.

"It's out, something happened..."

Knowing that something was wrong, Granger quickly stood up from the ground and looked into the distance.

As a result, just one glance, a chill that seemed like the middle of winter had spread along his spine to his limbs and bones.

I saw a black line on the sea far away from the distance, starting from the distance between the sea and the sky, and began to rush towards him quickly.

In just a few breaths, the black line quickly expanded into a huge wave that spanned the entire sea surface, reaching hundreds of meters high!

The strong wind is whistling, the thick clouds are surging, and there are "rumbling" roars everywhere. The violent roar makes it impossible to tell whether it is the thunder rolling in the dark clouds or the huge waves roaring on the sea.

Granger stared at the doomsday scene in a daze, his feet became weak and he fell to the ground.

"This, this is...the Wrath of the Sea God?!"

What else can such a terrifying giant roar besides the "Wrath of the Sea God" that only appeared once twenty years ago in the records?

In front of this level of giant roar, the magic whistle tower where he was was was as small and fragile as a dead leaf in the ocean.

No, let alone this magic whistle tower, even a small island, in front of the Wrath of the Sea God, is just a small stone, and it will be destroyed and swallowed by the huge waves in a flash!

"A warning! You need to be a warning immediately!"

Perhaps it was caused by the fear in the heart, or driven by the responsibility of the strong, Granger forced himself to get up from the ground, rushed to the core crystal of the whistle tower, and immediately pressed the warning crystal.

At the same time, I worked hard to use all my magic power and poured it into the defensive magic circle.

In this unprecedented terrifying roar, as long as any action is slower, the ending will be to bury the sea!

It went very smoothly, and the tsunami warning was released as soon as possible, and the defensive barrier of the magic whistle tower was also opened at the same time.

But when Granger turned his head again, the huge roar of a hundred meters was already close.

"It's over..."

Granger opened his eyes, and the huge roar like a huge mountain peak rushed towards him. The originally bright brown eyes instantly reflected the deep blue emitted by the sea.

In this disaster situation that seemed like apocalypse, any struggle seemed to be futile. Powerlessness, despair, and panic had completely enveloped him.

He seemed to have seen the near future, and the terrifying waves crossed the coastline of the Patrick Islands in one fell swoop, destroying the harbor and flooding the fields, and finally swept the magical holy land he cherished, every building!

But at this moment, he had no other way except standing here to welcome the end of his fate.

"Wooah!!"

Finally, accompanied by a desperate cry, Granger and the magic whistle where he was instantly swallowed up by the tsunami.

The strong magic tower is as fragile as dead branches and leaves in front of tens of thousands of tons of sea water. The defensive barrier built by magic crystals is fragile like a bubble. It is not even blocked for a second and is easily crushed by violent waves.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The wind was strong and the rain was pouring down, like a huge terrifying wave, spreading hundreds of kilometers along the sea! Wherever you passed, magic whistle towers were all swallowed up like bubbles.

At this time, all obstacles were futile, only the vast power from the ocean swept across the sea and rushed straight to the Patrick Islands ahead.

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At the same time, the magical holy land of Patrick Islands is located in front of the ancient ruins in the middle of the main island.

The slightly simple award ceremony of the Truth Conference has ended, but the bustling crowds of people still look like they have not yet dissipated.

People were talking and talking freely, and people were full of interest and enthusiasm for the various topics that emerged at this conference of truth.

But there is no doubt that this is a festival for winners.

Under many admiring eyes, Wu Hui faced the sunshine and looked at the heart of the earth in his hand.

"This is the Heart of the Earth. How could those magicians give it a name like 'Soul Rock'?"

Wu Hui thought to himself, feeling the pure energy coming from the heart of the earth, and he was also secretly sighing in his heart.

From a broken divine character that is in danger and may be on the verge of destruction at any time, he has been careful to manage it to this point now. There are too many difficulties along the way.

But now all this will become the past. As long as he has this heart of the earth, he can successfully repair and promote the divine nature!

By that time, his kingdom of God will be expanded again, the number of acceptable believers will increase significantly, and the buildings in God's country will be upgraded again.

The most important thing is that the war angel Saint Luke can finally break through the limit and successfully advance to level 8 creature!

Level 8 creatures are legendary existences in this world. Not to mention that there is no one in a million or tens of millions of people, not necessarily one of them can appear.

With this capital, Wu Hui will truly have the power to compete with many powerful people in this world!

In short, he was in a very good mood to be able to successfully obtain the Heart of the Earth. He was waiting for the end of the conference now, so he could take some time to return to the Kingdom of God and arrange relevant upgrade tasks.

Wu Hui was indeed satisfied, but on this side, the three geniuses who lost the game looked extremely gloomy and their faces were even more ugly than feeding a flies.

Moreover, the whole process was lost so inexplicably that I had no idea why.

President Wood's disciple, Ben Stuart, known as the number one seed of the Holy Land genius, was standing behind President Wood with his head down, but he was embarrassed and angry, and his whole body was trembling slightly in depression.

If it weren't for his efforts to control the last dignity, he would have left this sad place long ago.

On the other side, Charles Spring Hall, the third prince of the Empire, is also not much better.

He looked ashen, stared at Wu Hui fiercely for a while, turned around and called his mentor, the royal holy magician Andrew Haiwei, and was about to leave.

"Teacher, let's go!"

"snort!"

The Holy Magician Andrew glanced at Wu Hui and others, snorted coldly and turned away. The strong Xiao Sha aura arose.

However, before leaving, he did not forget to come to his senior brother, President Wood, and snorted coldly: "Is this the magic holy land under your leadership? Humph, I can't even keep the title of the conference, and I think it's just like that."

"You!" President Wood's chest was stuffy and almost couldn't breathe, causing him to faint.
To be continued...