Good swore that it was the most inconceivable scene he had ever seen in his life.
If he had to describe it, it was like a volcano floating in the sky — and this volcano did not only have a single vent, but blossomed everywhere!
After the earth-shattering explosion, not only was the upper dome blasted apart by the flames, the surrounding areas of the city also spewed out hundreds of dark red streams of flames. He could completely imagine the scene inside the Deity of Gods. Under the astonishing heat, the Red Mist transformed into balls of viscous flames that resembled ignited grease. This further raised the temperature of the air, causing the Red Mist to expand even further before finally bursting out from the holes and cracks in the ground!
This meant that the demons had nowhere to escape. Even if they hid in a secret chamber that could withstand the high pressure and impact, they would still be roasted to death by the high temperature.
It was definitely a scene from hell.
Even though they were enemies, Good felt a tinge of sympathy for them.
However, his own situation wasn't much better now.
The short distance of a few dozen kilometers from the center of the Deity of Gods to the periphery was filled with danger. The chain reaction showed no signs of stopping. The streams of flames that were tens of meters tall were like sharp blades that were bound to be destroyed the moment they collided with them. If that was something that he could use his skills to resolve, then the 'rain of fire' that fell from the sky was something that he could not control.
The fragments that were initially ejected from the explosion were now in the stage of falling. They were either rocks in a semi-molten state or burning gelatinous objects. Good only needed to raise his head to see the dense cluster of flames above him. They seemed to cover the sky and even the rays of dawn were suppressed.
"Damn it, did you see that thing in the sky!" Finkin shouted from the other end.
"Nonsense, I'm not blind!"
"Its range is too exaggerated, we won't be able to fly out in this short amount of time! If we wait for it to fall, I think we won't be able to escape no matter how we run! "
"No … Tch … there's another place … tch … to avoid it." At this moment, a voice suddenly appeared in the channel.
Obviously, it was Manfeld who had rushed ahead of them. Probably due to the fact that they had dispersed in different directions, there were obstacles in between them, causing his communication to be somewhat blurry.
"Agreed, but the premise is that we can rush over in time!" Good replied.
"Wait … you can't be serious, right?" Finkin quickly came to his senses. "This thing is about to crash. You want to take refuge in it?"
He knew that his companion was right. In fact, when the second explosion occurred, Good already knew that His Majesty's plan had worked.
The Deity of Gods was clearly collapsing bit by bit. Even though it was still hovering about a hundred meters above the ground, this change undoubtedly meant that the magic power core controlling the floating city had been destroyed, and it was only a matter of time before it crashed.
If they could fly to the base of the Deity of Gods before the rain of fire landed, they could avoid the fate of being implicated by the eruption. But considering the fact that the floating island was constantly falling, doing so was equally risky. If they didn't control their direction and speed well, they would either directly fall into the ground or crash into the black rock wall. Their outcome wouldn't be any better than being directly hit by the rain of fire.
But at least the former did not have to leave it up to fate!
At that moment, the plane finally leveled off. Good pushed the throttle to the maximum and rushed towards the edge of the Deity of Gods!
…
On the Seagull, Sylvie witnessed the destruction of the demons' King's City.
Not only did the rapidly expanding Red Mist spurt out from the dome of the city, it also broke through the sluice gates at the bottom of the tower. The burning Red Mist transformed into a thick pillar of flame under high pressure. First, it engulfed the demons gathered below in an instant. Then, like a flamethrower, it scorched the ground, spreading over a radius of several kilometers.
Following that was a rain of falling rocks. Most of them were wrapped in flames or completely red in color as they fell to the ground in a continuous stream. The Devilbeasts protecting King's City were nearly wiped out. Regardless of which direction they fled in, they were unable to avoid the heavenly punishment.
The Devil's Town, which was a distance away from King's City, was also severely affected. However, it was ultimately located at the edge of the eruption. Although the troops that retreated from the beginning were not unscathed, they were not completely wiped out. To them, the creation that was once viewed as a miracle had turned into a living city was a truly unbearable blow.
At the very least, Sylvie saw many demons freeze in place as they watched the Blackrock Tower pressing down on them.
After experiencing two explosions, the Deity of Gods fell into a state of complete paralysis.
It dragged along the two eruptions of flames as it descended along its original path. After a quarter of an hour, the top of the giant pyramid was the first to make contact with the ground. The collision between the two resulted in a third explosion, and the scorching heatwave formed a small shockwave.
Under the influence of inertia, the floating island continued to slide forward, crushing the camp and outpost below it into dust. When it gradually came to a stop, a ditch that was thousands of meters wide was carved out behind it.
The surging flames weakened at this moment, and the tumbling smoke and dust suppressed the flames to a certain extent. But that did not mean that it had calmed down. The interior of the Deity of Gods was like a boiling furnace. This could be seen from the red cracks on the surface. Perhaps the fire would burn for a few months before it was truly extinguished. Before that happened, the demons residing in the city would become its fuel.
The only thing that Sylvie was concerned about was the three people that had charged into the Deity of Gods.
"… How is it, did you see anything?" Her Highness Tilly inquired about their whereabouts.
"No, not for the time being …" She bit her lip and replied. The Deity of Gods had experienced overturning, falling, and sliding, so the risk of accompanying it was obvious. If they did not appear after a long time, the outcome would probably be disastrous — "Wait." Suddenly, her Magic Eyes noticed a few inconspicuous black dots. They looked like gravel that had been swept up by the heatwave, but they had yet to land.
Sylvie mustered the last of her magic power and enlarged her vision. She saw three grayish-white biplanes charging out from the billowing smoke and dust, the emblems of a tower and a spear on their tail wings were extremely distinct! Even though the planes looked tattered, with a layer of dust on their wings and their skins no longer smooth and complete, at least the bodies were intact.
She was momentarily speechless, as though something was stuck in her chest.
After sniffing, Sylvie picked up the sigil and replied. "Your Highness … the three of them are fine."
"Is that so?" Tilly's tone suddenly relaxed. "I knew it."
"If he really knew, he wouldn't keep asking." Andrea, who was at the side, secretly curled her lips.
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