Hiss......The silver dragon located in the Falling Star Sea took a breath of cold air, and streams of sea water poured into his mouth.

Crazy, crazy.

The people of the Imasca Empire are really crazy - Garon thought to himself as he looked at the guardian angel and the Imasca people in the picture.

Not even Garen dared to provoke the gods like this.

Because he has dealt with gods, he deeply knows the power of gods.

Sacrifice my Great Imaska ​​with the blood of God?

This kind of words sounds very exciting, but this sentence is undoubtedly a slap in the face of the gods. If the Imaskar Empire is not destroyed, the gods are not worthy of being the masters of the multiverse.

At this critical moment.

I don’t know how many ancient beings are secretly watching the war that broke out between the Magical Empire and the saint’s clone. Naturally, what happened here at the Guardian Angel was immediately spread to the ears and eyes of the gods, including Fei.

There are gods of faith in the native land of Lun, as well as the saints of Unther and Mulhorand who have just arrived here.

The Guardian Angel is the top demigod-level weapon in the Imasca Empire.

In addition, its body also contains the soul and will of the Emperor of the Imasca Empire, and is the guardian and war weapon of the Imasca Empire.

That is to say.

Every word and deed of the guardian angel represents the will of the Imasca Empire.

Its words are completely declaring war on the gods.

What will the gods think after hearing the Imasca Empire's declaration?

Garen felt that even as an adult, if he said such arrogant words in front of so many gods, he would most likely not see the sun the next day. There are people outside the world, gods outside the gods, and gods outside the multiverse.

There are too many powerful people, and the Imasca Empire cannot recognize its own status. It is too arrogant and arrogant, thinking that the empire can rival the gods.

The empire's destruction was doomed from the moment they planned to create gods.

"But, does the Imasca Empire really not know the power of the gods?"

"Is it worth humiliating and angering the gods for a sudden increase in the power of faith?"

The silver dragon looked at the guardian angel and thought silently.

When the guardian angel killed the saint's clone in an almost humiliating manner and gained a lot of power of faith for himself, the sky in Faerûn suddenly darkened again.

Dark clouds are rolling in and the rain is howling.

Dazzling lightning and thunder rolled and brewed in the dark clouds, and in the strong wind that could lift a giant steel ship, the almost black sky seemed to be falling to the earth.

A sense of apocalypse filled with solemnity, solemnity, and chaos filled the surrounding space.

Not only in the Imasca Empire in the east, but also in all the creatures in Faerûn, there is a feeling that the sky is falling at this moment, as if countless gods are casting their disgusting eyes on Faerûn.

, panic spread across the land.

at the same time.

One of Gallon's communication crystals vibrated, transmitting the mana fluctuations belonging to Iolum.

The surge of magic power formed a magic barrier that could isolate the deep water pressure, and protected the communication crystal within it. The light spell also dispelled the darkness in the ten thousand-meter sea area.

Immediately.

Iolum's face appeared in Garen's field of vision.

The Grand Arcanist is currently on top of his mage tower. The towering mage tower stands in the wind and rain, and crisscrossing thunder and lightning are falling one after another. Located in Netheril in the north of Faerûn, this place

He was also affected by the wrath of the gods.

"Garen, where are you?"

Iolum asked in astonishment as he looked at the dark sea around Garonne.

"Deep in the Falling Star Sea, the current situation on the mainland is too chaotic. I'm here to avoid the limelight."

Gallon said.

Iolum nodded and said: "I think the source of the changes in Faerun is in the east. I remembered that you went to the Imasca Empire."

"Fortunately you have left the Imasca Empire, otherwise you would have been involved in big trouble."

After a pause, Iolum looked at the rolling thunderclouds in the sky and said with lingering fear: "I don't know what this gadget empire has done to arouse the wrath of so many gods."

While watching the movements of the guardian angel, Garen said to Iolum: "The Imasca Empire is too proud and arrogant. From the artificers to the ordinary people, they have all lost their respect for the gods.

, it is natural to offend the gods."

According to the normal development trajectory of history.

Imaskar should have been destroyed by the saints when Netheril reached its peak. However, now, due to the existence of Garen, a little butterfly that changed the trajectory of time, and with the secret promotion of his flapping wings, everything has changed.

It was all ahead of schedule, and Netheril was just getting started at this time.

In addition, Garen and Iolum have not been in contact for more than ten years.

Iolum was in seclusion to study the core of the magic network, while Garen was concentrating on making the tripper move the wheel of history and charging the gate of time and space. Neither of them had much spare time.

At this time, the anger from the gods caused Iolum to end his retreat.

After more than ten years, the great arcanist contacted Garen again.

Thinking of the core of the magic network, Garen asked Iolum: "How is your research going?"

"Has the core of the magic network succeeded?"

A smile appeared on Iolum's face, he nodded, and said: "Almost ten years ago, I built the core of the magic network."

He spread his palms.

In a flurry of space, a beautiful blue-purple round sphere appeared in Iolum's palm.

The blue-purple sphere, which is only a few centimeters in diameter, has a faint luster and is tightly connected to the magic network.

It does not need a trace of Iolum's magic power, it will naturally float and stand.

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

"Now I'm working on making it huge."

In the wind and rain, Iolum looked at the sky and said: "It won't be long before the world can see a floating city rising."

Garen took a few glances at the exquisite Magic Network Core and determined that it was a magical object that he could not create himself.

"When the first floating city takes off, remember to notify me."

"If I were still in Faerûn, I might go take a look."

Iolum nodded in agreement.

After chatting about the situation in Faerûn at the moment, Garen and Iolum disconnected the communication crystal.

Immediately.

The silver dragon stretched out its left arm.

The Imaskar Ring rotated and flew out, and the intertwined nine-color light illuminated an area of ​​​​the sea.

Looking at the gate of time and space, Garen thought for a while.

After a few minutes.

The Ring of Imaskar was once again worn on Garen's wrist.

However, the silver dragon, which used to charge its own power of time into the Imaskar Ring, now began to absorb the power of time restrained by the Imaskar Ring.

Due to the massive consumption of the power of time, Garen has been resting in the Falling Star Sea for a month, but his condition is still far from its peak.

In order to grab the secret weapon of Imasca in the following chaotic situation, he needs to restore his condition to its peak.

The energy lost by the Gate of Time and Space can be replenished slowly in the future.

Otherwise, it would be a huge loss to come here, stay in this timeline for so long, witness and participate in the end of an empire of gadgets, and yet lose none of the benefits in the end.

Deep in the silent sea of ​​falling stars.

The silver dragon quickly absorbed the power of time, its weak aura became thicker and thicker, and its dull and mottled dragon scales became lustrous and shining again.

At the same time, Garen also paid attention to the time mark and followed the movement of the guardian angel.

On the other side, the changes in the world did not stop the semi-magical machines.

They move faster.

The Guardian Angel, the Killing Angel, the Destroying Angel...these three semi-magical weapons traveled around the world, killing the clones of saints one after another with the force of thunder.

God-killing, God-killing - these are words that are enough to make all living beings excited or frightened. For the Imaskans, the empire's strange weapons killed the saint's clone, making the Imaskans have a deep understanding of the empire.

The recognition and trust have reached an unprecedented peak, which can only be described as fanaticism.

This is the effect that the Imasca Empire wants.

The power of faith gathered in the three semi-magical machines is getting more and more, which is far from the usual situation.

If we can continue with this efficiency, there will be three more mechanical gods in the multiverse within a few years.
To be continued...