028, Nietzsche is dead (Part 2)

Nietzsche was clearly looking for death, but his roar made Gelie's heart tremble, as if he was being held tightly by something. Gelie is the priest in the temple of Enriel. Enriel is the main god believed in by Hathi and the Assyrian kingdoms, and also the god that Gelie has always believed in. And after listening to the old madman's words, this disaster was actually brought by Enriel, and this god is now above the clouds!

Gelie couldn't believe his eyes, and even more so, what he heard. The old madman flew into the sky, and immediately countless lightnings were attracted and slashed. Bright golden threads lit up around him, which were golden light bands shot out of the staff, like a dense net that led to lightning.

Nietzsche is over 150 years old this year and has been practicing magical arts for more than 120 years. Although he has never been able to level up to a level ninth magician, his magic power is extremely strong. He can use it completely without any chance of death. The wind, rain, thunder and lightning can't do anything to him for a while. Seeing that he has already flown into the clouds, the thick electric snake that keeps flashing between the rolling clouds is the most deadly threat.

At this time, Gelie suddenly widened his eyes and discovered something incredible. The strongest wind and thunder in the clouds seemed to be being manipulated by someone, and they actually avoided Nietzsche's figure.

Nietzsche flew towards the Syrian Plateau, waving his staff without hesitation, thousands of golden wire-shaped light belts flew wildly, ripped open the dark clouds with lightning, as if he wanted to poke a hole in the sky and split a passage, and to pull out the gods on the clouds!

"Enriel, you dirty and timid pig! Why don't you dare to face a mortal? Are you scared? The clouds in the sky are trembling. Are you trembling in front of me!" Nietzsche seemed to be looking for some trace in the sky, but he actually started to curse without finding anything.

Gelie couldn't help but tremble again, and even the staff in his hand was trembling slightly. He had never heard anyone dare to curse the gods like this. However, Nietzsche was cursing indiscriminately and ignored it. He was trying to die, but he wanted the gods on the clouds to take action personally.

A majestic voice finally came from the air: "You madman, how dare you offend me so much! Do you really think I dare not kill you? Poor mortal, you don't know the secrets of the gods!"

Gelie subconsciously wanted to kneel down. This sound had an indescribable sense of oppression in his soul. Although he had never heard it before, he naturally knew in an instant that the speaker was Enriel, the god he had always believed in. This feeling was indescribable.

The old madman laughed and said, "Enriel, the great god worshipped by countless people, you have finally been scolded by me! Come on, let's see if I can hurt you, I hope you don't dodge or be afraid."

The old madman laughed wildly and rushed towards the place where the sound came, launching the strongest blow. He threw the staff in his hand, and exploded into a dazzling golden light in the air, almost tearing through all the dark clouds shrouded above Duke Town. At this moment, Gelie seemed to see a person standing above the clouds, no! It should be said to be a god.

Nietzsche finally saw the gods and sent the strongest blow to the gods on the clouds in their lives. He didn't even want the staff, and he didn't care whether he would fall from the sky. Gelie also saw the hazy figure of the gods, but in just a short moment, countless thick lightning bolts gathered from all directions, accompanied by the earth-shaking thunder sound.

The next moment, Ge Lie couldn't see anything clearly and could not hear anything clearly. Nietzsche in the sky turned into a ball of fire, and it was as bright as the sun in an instant, and it was immediately wiped out.

Soon, everything returned to its original state, and the torn dark clouds gathered again, and floods and heavy rain were still raging. The blue boat suddenly shook violently. Ge Lie almost couldn't control his magic power in the huge shock. He came back to his senses and quickly waved his staff to control the magic weapon again.

"Great Enrile, I believe in you with my vow of this life, but I am fortunate to see you, but this is the case... Did you really bring this disaster? Are you crazy?... Nietzsche, are you dead like this? No one can save you before the wrath of the gods." Gelie turned his staff, and the blue boat turned around and broke through the waves towards the Syrian city-state. He sighed in his heart, and turned back and looked at the town of Duke, which had disappeared from the flood.

He saw another strange scene, and a crystal clear thing flew out of the water. They were divine stones. These were not divine stones deposited in the mountains, but had been mined by the miners of Duke Town. Some had not been handed over to the city-state yet, and some were kept by people themselves. There were also a large number of divine stones hidden in the temple of Duke Town. At this moment, they were all taken to the clouds by a magical power.

Do gods who are high and above also need divine stones? The wealth in the world should have no meaning to them. Ge Lie is very clear that the function of divine stones is not only an expensive currency, but also an intermediary for the use of divine arts. If the power of divine arts is too strong, it will even damage the divine stones. Could it be that the gods are using divine arts to make up for the consumption of their power?

On the way back, the turbulent torrent naturally could not stop the blue boat driven by a level 8 master magician. However, Ge Lie always condensed all his magic power and did not dare to relax, as if he was on guard against something terrible.

The blue boat wandered along the 200-mile river and actually came directly to the city of Syria. At this time, the city of Syria, surrounded by high walls, had become a huge isolated island in the flood. The water spread from the northeast, and it was almost reaching the base of the wall. The gates of each city were closed, and the doors were urgently built with straw bags containing soil to prevent the flood from flooding.

Gelie flew directly to the city wall with a boat of people, then waved his hand to take back the Blue Boat. The magic weapon was restored to a foot-long appearance. The Blue Water Heart was still intact, but the four divine stones inlaid on both sides were covered with cracks. After taking them down, they turned into pieces.

Xiao Mo and his assistant kept waiting anxiously on the city tower in the east. Seeing Gelie returning safely, he quickly came forward and said, "Great Master, you are finally back! In just half a day, the flood had swallowed half of the wilderness of the Syrian city-state, and our city was surrounded by water... You see, the water is still rising!"

He was almost crying when he heard his voice. If Gelie didn't come back, he would probably have the intention to jump into the city wall. But Gelie didn't have time to say too much nonsense and immediately ordered: "Gather all the magicians in the city!"

Wallet replied, "The magician? They led everyone to pray to God Enriel in the temple."

Ge Lie had no choice but to shout in a deep voice: "It's too late to pray. Come quickly and set up the largest magic array as much as possible... Governor Xiao Mo, you will take out all the magic stones hidden in the Syrian temple, including all the magic stones in the vault of the Ministry of Finance of the City-State, take them to surround the city wall....Wallet, you can set up the array along the city wall, and the simplest protective magic array, just put those magic stones in the position that can be stimulated."

Xiao Mo said in a daze: "The place of the Syrian city-state, all the divine stones?"

Wallet was also surprised and said inexplicably: "Even if the circular magic defense array is formed along the city wall, it is impossible to stimulate the power of such a magic array, and it is even more impossible to retreat from the flood?"

Ge Lie waved his hand: "I didn't want to fully stimulate the power of this formation, even if it was only one tenth of it, tell all magicians to save their magic power, just to ensure that all magic stones are in a state of being stimulated by magic power and integrate with the magic array... Go and do it quickly, this is the order! Let Coasman preside over the magic array."

At this moment, Raphael panted and shouted: "Dear teacher, Couseman is gone. He used the advanced flight scroll and the flying magic weapon in his hand to take his family away. Before leaving, he left a message saying that he was going to return to the capital to report the disaster here and apply for rescue."

Xiao Mo stomped his feet and said, "Reporting the disaster, applying for rescue should be Lord Gelie and I ordered someone to be sent. How could he go to the capital privately? It was obviously because he escaped with his family!... Yesterday I saw him trying to prophesy magic in the temple, wanting to speculate on the outcome of the Syrian city-state in the flood. Does he think the city-state will be destroyed by the flood?"

Wallet scolded: "Just he can use the magic of prophecy? He still wants to speculate on such a big event? What a shameless person..."

But Gelie didn't have time to talk too much. He waved his hand to interrupt everyone and said to his youngest disciple Raphael, "I will send you to the capital to report the disaster and apply for rescue from the nearby city-state. Take these three scrolls and catch up with Couseman with the white scroll. Without a word, kill him directly with the golden scroll, and then go to the nearest city-state and return to the capital."

He shook his hand and took out two very small magic scrolls less than three inches long from his sleeve, one white and one golden, and handed them to Raphael along with another advanced air magic scroll that he had not used before. Then he said to Xiao Mo with a calm face: "Coasman, the high priest of the Temple of Syria, left his post without permission when the crisis came, and escaped in the face. He had been ordered to kill directly by me, and declared the whole city to the whole city."

After saying this, the great magician seemed to be very tired and walked down the city wall with a stick. Xiao Mo shouted behind him: "Great magician, where are you going?"

Wallet also shouted: "Dear teacher, Couseman has escaped. Who will preside over the magical formation on the city wall?"
Chapter completed!