Dragon Who Controls Time

He opened his palm.

With a spatial fluctuation, a beautiful blue-purple sphere appeared in the palm of ioram.

The bluish-purple sphere that was only a few centimeters in diameter glowed with a faint luster and was tightly connected to the magic net.

It didn't require a single trace of iolham's magic power, and it naturally floated in the air.

"This is a miniature core of the magic net."

I'm now working on making it bigger.

In the wind and rain, éolume looked at the sky and said, " it won't be long before the world can see a floating city rise.

Garen took a few looks at the exquisite core of the magic net and confirmed that this was a magic wonder that he could not create.

when the first floating city takes off, remember to inform me.

if I was still in Faerun continent, I might have gone to take a look.

yes! ioram nodded in agreement.

After chatting about the current situation in the Faerun continent, garen and éolme disconnected their communication crystals.

Immediately.

The silver Dragon extended its left wrist.

The imaska ring spun and flew out, and the intertwining nine-colored light illuminated a part of the sea.

Garen pondered for a while as he looked at the Gate of Time and space.

A few minutes later.

The imaska ring was once again put on garen's wrist.

However, the silver Dragon, which had always charged its own power of time into the imaska ring, now began to absorb the power of time that was bound by the imaska ring.

Due to the large consumption of the power of time, garen had rested in the falling star sea for a month, but his condition was still far from his peak.

In order to grab the secret weapon of imaska in the next chaotic situation, he needed to recover to his peak state.

The energy lost by the gate of spacetime could be slowly replenished in the future.

Otherwise, it would be a huge loss for him to come here, stay in this timeline for so long, witness and participate in the end of the strange machine Empire, and not get any benefits.

In the depths of the silent Starfall sea.

The silver Dragon quickly absorbed the power of time, and its weak aura became more and more abundant. The dim dragon scales glowed again, shining.

At the same time, garen was also paying attention to the time mark, following the movements of the Guardian Angel.

On the other hand, the changes in the world did not make the demigod machine stop.

Their movements became even faster.

Guardian angels, slaughter angels, destruction angels ... These three half-God magical machines traveled all over the world and killed the avatars of the Saints with lightning speed.

Godslayer, deicidal-these were words that could excite or terrify all life. For the imaska people, the Empire's strange machine had killed the saint's avatar, causing their recognition and trust in the Empire to reach an unprecedented peak. They could only be described as fanatical.

This was the effect that the imaska Empire wanted.

More and more power of faith gathered on the three half-magical machines, and it was far from what it was like on normal days.

If this efficiency could continue, in a few years, there would be three more mechanical gods in the multi-dimensional universe.

&Nbsp; but ...

Would the gods give the imaska Empire time?

The gods 'watch mountain range.

The Saints opened their eyes.

Stab!

Bright and blinding bolts of lightning struck down, illuminating the dark sky for a few moments, making it look like it was daytime.

In the light of the lightning, the Saints were silent.

The surrounding atmosphere was almost frozen.

The creatures living in the gods 'watch mountain could feel the anger of the Saints. They kept quiet out of fear and trembled in the heavy rain.

"A mere mortal dares to insult a God!"

destruction and death are their only way of atonement.

A cluster of blue lightning that shattered the space was lingering around Saint enril.

Rashgod Saint looked calm, but divine flames that could destroy all things appeared on his body.

The descendants of the two sovereigns were also furious.

The Saint had already given the imaska Empire a chance.

The Saints weren't Devils. When facing the avatars of the Saints, if the imaska Empire could show their respect for the gods, the Saints wouldn't be so persistent. However, the imaska Empire didn't show any respect at all. Instead, they provoked them, which could even be said to be an insult to the gods.

Such a rebellious mortal Empire was rare in the long years that they had experienced.

The imaska Empire had successfully provoked the raging Anger of the Gods.

One by one, the Saints who were shrouded in the light of divinity stood up.

Step by step, they were bathed in the wind and rain as they walked in the air.

The violent wind and rain fell, but when the curtain of rain that covered the world was about to touch the saint's body, it seemed to come alive. It separated and moved away, then gathered under the saint's feet. The Saint was not touched by the wind and rain. They scattered and slowly approached the imaska Empire.

Very quickly.

The Saints approached the border cities of the imaska Empire.

The strange machine Army stationed at the border had discovered the Saint.

With the special temperament of Saints, they were as eye-catching as the light in the night.

Quark City, one of the border cities of the imaska Empire.

Saint enril stepped into the void and walked over.

The dozen or so legendary-level strange machinists had grave expressions on their faces. They were distracted by controlling a large number of legendary-level strange machinery and weapons, and they were drenched in sweat under the pressure of the Saint.