The Temple of Wisdom was another temple that had a typical Titan style.
No one knew if it was to intimidate those ignorant creatures, or if it was to save trouble when the Titans were creating things.
The appearance of the five temples could no longer be described as "shockingly similar"; they were all made from the same mold.
The temple at the top of the snowy peak was a huge ring formed by eight huge Greek pillars that required thirty people to encircle it, forming a circular shape similar to a biscuit sandwich.
Adorning the white marble pillars and stone rings were noble golden decorative patterns. The decorative patterns were matched with mysterious Titan runes that were difficult to understand. On the circular floor with a hexagonal shape as the core element, along the edge of the temple were Divine Earth Lamps that looked like headrings. Bound by the outer frame of the half-metal, half-wooden earth lamps were balls of mysterious yellow energy, which provided a glorious illumination for the temple.
However, at this moment, the Temple of Wisdom was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. There was no sound of wind or insects; it was even more silent than a tomb.
Not only that, the interior of the pillars was shrouded in a layer of fog, making it impossible to see what was inside.
"Lorcan! There's no point in running away! I know you're here! "The huge Progenitor Dragon Veranus under Torim let out a loud roar.
Unfortunately, its master was too huge. This scene made Mark Dooku, who had followed Torim to the top of the mountain, feel a little ridiculous. No matter how he looked at it, that sound just now was made because it was overwhelmed.
After all, their bodies were almost one to one.
Veranus did not have the long snake neck of his dragon relatives. His short and thick neck made his upper body look a little like a crocodile.
Torim landed on the huge platform suspended in the air of the Temple of Wisdom, and his mount followed suit. The Progenitor Dragon's forearms were its wings, unlike the Giant Dragons, whose forearms and wings were separated. Villanus' huge and thick wings folded up, looking like a pair of arms with their own protective wings.
Following Torim into the Temple of Wisdom, Duque quickly read the data of the surrounding environment from the puppet. "Huh? That's really smart! "
The enraged Torim hadn't noticed the changes in his surroundings, but Duque had already seen everything through the data feedback.
At this moment, the mist and darkness that shrouded the divine hall suddenly dispersed, revealing the giant sitting on the throne of wisdom.
Compared to Torim, his figure was similar.
The biggest difference was that his entire body was golden from head to toe.
He had golden skin, shoulder-length golden hair, and a golden square face. A white hairband tied his hair so that it hung behind his head, and there was an extra braid at the back of his head.
His body also gave off a squarish feeling. Two huge and long white shoulder straps hung down from his pauldrons and draped over his chest to his knees.
That kind of pure white clothing and accessories made it difficult for people to see him as an ordinary villain. How should I put it?
A hypocrite in white?
Torim immediately saw that Loken's Throne of Wisdom had been entangled by some dark vines, and he immediately revealed a pained expression. "As expected! Loken, you've fallen! "
There was a smile on Loken's golden face. He stood up, raised his golden arms high, and said crazily, "Fallen? No! This should be ascension! My master once let me see the future, and there is no place for you in it. Azeroth will be reborn in the darkness, Yogg-Saron will be released, and the Pantheon will eventually fall. "
Torim had a very straightforward personality. When he heard the words' the Pantheon will fall ', he could no longer hold it in!
"Loken! This is the Titan's trial for you- "
With that, Torim threw his huge hammer that was filled with lightning.
It was as if he was throwing an entire mountain!
That was the ultimate power of Torim's lightning power that had been condensed for thousands of years!
Of course, the aura was extremely terrifying …
It should have been like this.
The moment the hammer left Torim's hand, the lightning hammer shone as dazzling as the sun. Halfway through the air, it became like the setting sun. When the hammer landed on Loken's body, it had already become dim, like a firefly in the night.
There was no need to calculate at all. Just by looking at it, it was obvious that the blow did not cause much damage to Loken.
Loken laughed at Torim's stupidity. "You might have a chance of winning if you fought me in your Temple of Storm, but once you leave the Temple of Storm, you're as weak as trash. You should learn from those big lizards in the Sleeping Dragon Temple. If it's not related to you, don't come here. "
That's right, Loken knew that Torim would lose most of his power once he left the Temple of Storm, so he deliberately lured Torim to his Temple of Wisdom for a decisive battle.
"Roar —" Sensing its master's failure, the Ancestor Dragon, Villanus, rushed forward with large strides, opened its huge mouth, and attempted to attack Loken.
However, an attack similar to an electric arc descended from the sky and landed on the Ancestor Dragon's body. It looked like a lightning attack, but in fact, it had nothing to do with the wind element. It was an arcane attack.
Villanus' entire body twitched, and it could not move.
"Loken —" Torim rushed forward, but was immediately knocked down by another arcane arc and fell to the ground like a dead dog.
Torim was in a state of shock and anger. He might have predicted that he would be at a disadvantage, but he really did not think that it would be such a difference.
A small difference could perhaps be made up for with perseverance, willpower, and skills, but the difference between an ant and an elephant in strength was enough to make any existence despair.
Loken grabbed Torim's neck and lifted his entire body up.
"Ugh — Ugh — Let go of me — You let go of me —" Torim roared helplessly. He desperately slapped Loken's arms and shoulders with his hands and feet, but to no avail.
Originally, the two guardians were similar in size, so their strength should be about the same. Now, why did it feel like Loken and Torim were like a rough man molesting a little girl?
At this time, a male voice suddenly reached the ears of the two guardians who were fighting.
"Torim, is this the so-called [Battle of Reckoning] that you mentioned? How disappointing! "The one who spoke was, of course, Duque.
It was only at this moment that the two gods remembered that there was indeed such an inconspicuous existence.
Loken had ignored Mark because the energy waves emitted by Mark were too weak.
Torim, on the other hand, was a typical hot-blooded idiot. In his anger, he completely forgot about the existence of Duque.
At this time, Torim turned his head in surprise and shouted, "Duke Marcus, do something!"
"Do something? I will. "A mysterious smile appeared on Duque's face.
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