Foundation: I am recruiting crickets from all dimensions to fight – Chapter 116

The audience and operators held their breath and concentrated,

their eyes were fixed on that direction.

The air was filled with the hum of metal,

as if countless gears were biting and turning in the void.

The earth began to tremble,

the gravel and dust were swept up by invisible forces, forming vortices that rotated around the center of the light.

Suddenly,

a huge mechanical figure slowly descended from the light.

His body was made up of countless precise metal parts, flashing with cold silver light.

Each armor plate was engraved with ancient runes, as if carrying endless wisdom and power.

Under that body,

countless mechanical creations were ready to fight,

a figure slowly walked out of the huge mechanical body.

Grand Warlock Ion narrowed his eyes,

His destined enemy——

Robert Bumaro,

The prophet of the Mechanicus, has arrived.

No greetings,

No communication.

Ion mobilized his power almost instantly.

Countless flesh and blood rose from the ground,

and formed twisted flesh and blood monsters in a breath.

The battle started in an instant,

The war has begun!

On the other side,

Looking at the battlefield of machine vs. flesh and blood in front of them,

All the operators looked at each other in bewilderment.

Panglaus said calmly:
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"Don’t panic, Grand Warlock Ion and Robert The grudge between Bumaro has a long history, and can be traced back to the grudge between the Broken God and Yaldabaoth hundreds of millions of years ago! "

Zhang Chulan was stunned,

"You mean, this is the grudge between the other two supreme deities?"

"You can understand it this way."

Panglaus fully served as a commentator:

"In the beginning, the machine god taught all beings logical thinking and rationality.

Then, for some reason, he fought with the cruel creator Yaldabaoth."

Here, he paused:

"In the end, Yaldabaoth defeated God, but God broke his body to create a cage to imprison Yaldabaoth outside the world, and God’s fragments were scattered throughout the universe."

Hearing the secrets between these supreme deities, all the operators were excited!

This is much more interesting than human gossip!

"So, Grand Warlock Ion is Yaldabaoth’s younger brother?"

Panglaus glanced at Deadpool:

"On the contrary! Although the power of the followers of Sarkicism comes from Yaldabaoth, they do not believe in Yaldabaoth. Only Grand Warlock Ion is the highest belief of Sarkicism!"

Speaking,

Panglaus will focus onFocusing on the battlefield, he seemed to have lost interest in explaining.

On the other side,

The entire town of Valley Harbor has now completely become a battlefield for the Chosen Ones!

The blazing flames filled the entire sky, and the earth was shaking.

The two armies fought fiercely, with the click of gears and the roar of non-human creatures intertwined.

On one side, the behemoths kept exhaling highly toxic gases, which came out like smoke and diffused in the air.

However, their opponents no longer needed to breathe.

Their brass hearts beat, their steel bodies charged forward, and apart from their firm beliefs, there was no other force driving them.

Under their command, the mechanical giants marched forward bravely, releasing strong light and heat, turning the behemoths and the earth beneath their feet into a scorched earth.

This is no longer a battlefield for mortals.

The operators had retreated far before the battle, leaving the battlefield to gods and monsters.

On a towering mountain, a lone figure stood there, overlooking everything on the battlefield.

McKahn’s army was gaining the upper hand, and those mutated bodies were left behind by them, wriggling with difficulty.

But the Grand Warlock just laughed out loud,

He completed the last step before summoning – he raised his staff and chanted a prayer.

In an instant, the space on the battlefield was distorted.

Everything fell into a brief silence, and the flames around were almost frozen.

But after a moment, they burned more fiercely.

A terrifying figure appeared, its huge body constantly twisted and deformed, fleeing from another time and space.

Its appearance darkened the sky, the flames flickered in eerie shapes, and the whole land was enveloped in a sick and unnatural atmosphere.

This commander, whose full appearance was hard to see, looked like a quadruped, with half of its body being a human torso and the other half being a horned lizard covered in scales and bone plates.

This was not all he was proud of, but when the vaguely human face blinked and the dragon’s head roared, the fallen Sarkites all stood up.

Their fragmented bodies continued to multiply and grow and merge together, forming a more bizarre and terrifying giant body.

Soon, they began to tightly wrap around the mechanical warriors of the Mekhanite, pulling them to the ground with countless hands and tentacles.

Knife slashes and sword stabs were useless against the new abominations, which were quickly healed by tumors and other more disgusting means.

Looking at the scene in front of him,

Ion was a little dazed for a moment.

Everything seemed to have returned to the battlefield thousands of years ago.

That time, he thought victory seemed to be just around the corner.

He thought that it would not be long before he could destroy the Mekhanite religion,

and then his kingdom would continue to expand until it unified the world.

But at this moment,

He heard a faint sound of footsteps.

The Warlock turned around and looked in the direction of the sound.

Bumaro finally reached the top of the mountain, and the Warlock spoke:

"Bumaro, you have long been buried in history, you should not come here."

Bumaro shook his head and waved to the priest nonchalantly:

"Anyway, I am glad to see an old friend… You are not as interesting as I thought, I am tired of you."

"You should have listened to your elders a few years ago and replaced your body with metal," the Warlock mocked,

"In that case, you might have fought me."

"No!" Bumaro looked at his old opponent and shook his head.

For some reason,

Ion actually saw a kind of looming

pity in his eyes?

This immediately made Him furious!

How many years have passed?

Ever since He built his own kingdom in Yaldabaoth’s body,

Ever since He obtained Yaldabaoth’s power and successfully ascended to godhood,

No one dared to look at Him like this!

"You chose the wrong enemy, Ion."

Ion snorted coldly, pointed at the mechanical warriors who were retreating step by step, and mocked:

"Are you talking about those simple robots?"

Then he pointed to the operators on the other side: "Or those annoying bugs sent by the Foundation?"

Bumaro shook his head and looked at Ion with more pity:

"You haven’t figured out who your real enemy is."

Ion’s eyes flashed.

He didn’t understand.

Now that he has successfully ascended to godhood, he has completely entered the level of supreme divinity.

Not to mention those gods, even Bumaro and Panglaus, who are also supreme gods, cannot defeat Him.

Could it be that he relies on those weak reptiles of the Foundation?

"Don’t you realize it yet?"

Bumaro said: "Both your power and our power are trapped in this valley."

He looked at the valley wrapped in fog: "No power will, and is not allowed to cross the border!"

Ion frowned: "Trembling Mist"

He quickly dispelled this speculation,

Because the Trembling Mist could never do this.

He began to explore his perception beyond the surroundings,

but his expression soon became gloomy.

"This is the arena, but it is not prepared by the Victory Society for those gods."

Bumaro looked at Ion and said with pity: "It is prepared by a certain existence for you and me!"

Ion’s eyes froze.

He finally understoodWhy did the vague sense of disharmony come from?

Why did the believers suddenly offer a divine meal just to let him descend?

Why did his old enemy Bumaro also appear after he descended with the help of the warlock’s body?

Why did he never think of leaving the valley from the beginning?

Even he had been ignoring the existence of the outside world intentionally or unintentionally?

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He finally understood.

This is the arena belonging to the supreme divinity,

And he,

Grand Warlock Ion,

The place of faith of the Sarkic Cult,

became a gladiator in the arena!

This immediately ignited his anger!

Naturally,

This anger will also be completely poured towards Bumaro.

Inside Site-0.
Chu Yun, who was in the void, raised his mouth:

"Ah, have you been discovered?"

Yes, he was the real behind-the-scenes promoter mentioned by Bumaro.

Chu Yun also had something to say, []

You Sarkic Cult can trick the Victory Society into killing the divinity and have a divine meal,

Why can’t my foundation use the arena to deal with your Sarkic Cult?

Looking at the two supreme divinities who were already firing at full power on the screen,

Chu Yun smacked his lips and said with regret:

"It’s a pity that they all came with the help of the believers’ bodies, not the original bodies. Otherwise, if so many supreme divinities and divinities were executed at once, wouldn’t the reward be sky-high?"

In the valley.

Watching the two real gods fighting, the operators were so shocked that they couldn’t speak.

"This is what it means to fight until the main road is wiped out~"

Zhang Chulan sighed.

"Fortunately, we don’t need to go." For the first time, Deadpool praised the Foundation’s righteousness from the bottom of his heart.

If they were given a mission to participate in the War of the Gods,

I’m afraid that few would survive in the end.

At the same time,

In the valley.

The original town has been completely wiped out.

The battle took place in a broken dimension,

The sky was torn into countless pieces,

and even the chaotic scene of the multiverse was vaguely revealed.

The ground was a strange substance formed by the fusion of mechanical debris and flesh and blood, and the air was filled with the interweaving of arcs and mysterious energy.

Ion’s domain is filled with twisted flesh and runes,

Bumaro’s domain is made up of cold machinery and gears, and the two are constantly colliding and devouring each other in space.

Ion’s flesh tentacles and Bumaro’s mechanical creations are fighting fiercely in space.

The flesh tries to devour the machinery, while the machinery constantly decomposes and reassembles to resist the erosion of the flesh.

Every collision triggers space, fragments of the dimension fell like rain.

Ion swung his scepter,

releasing countless shining runes,

these runes turned into destructive energy waves in the air, trying to completely annihilate Bumaro’s mechanical domain.

Bumaro responded with a sledgehammer,

releasing a blazing beam of light that collided with the rune energy, and erupted in an explosion that was enough to tear apart time and space.

Ion’s flesh and blood domain continued to expand,

trying to transform the entire space into a hotbed of life,

while Bumaro’s mechanical domain grew exponentially, trying to transform everything into a cold mechanical order.

Finally,

the power of reason defeated madness.

".End this meaningless battle."

When Bumaro nailed Ion with a hammer, a muffled sound of metal piercing flesh and blood echoed in the air.

The Grand Karcist struggled in vain, and this time it was his turn to vomit blood.

When Bumaro grabbed him, Ion decided to give up resistance and focus on the other man.

"I trusted your knowledge and aid, but you only used them to commit great sins,"

Bumaro raised his hand, and the blade connected to it shone brightly in the reflection of the flames on the battlefield.

"I will never allow this to happen again."

Ion laughed mockingly, but was quickly interrupted by the cold blade that cut his throat cleanly.

The Grand Karcist’s head rolled down.

Space distorted again, and his figure quickly blurred and faded.

The flames went out, and the fleshy abomination turned into a single mutant creature again.

The Mekhanite followers regrouped and began to fight back.

Bumaro coughed, blood gushing out, but this time, it was silver, not red.

He reached out and picked up Ion’s head from the ground.

The head was still breathing, but all efforts to recover were in vain as the metal plague spread to its wounds.

Without a throat, Ion could no longer speak,

but he laughed in a sharp, hollow tone.

The corners of his mouth twisted into a strange arc, staring at the one who defeated him,

Not Bumaro,

But the guy who fooled both him and Bumaro’s supreme divinity!

Bumaro ignored it.

He held his head high and spoke, but no one could hear his voice.

As if waiting for orders, all the metal giants arranged their pre-planned formations and fired angry flames at the enemy.

Seeing this scene, the elders of the Mekhanite cult sang prayers and operated the equipment they had prepared.

Lightning bolts struck quickly, tearing through the thickDark clouds.

Soon, they wove a huge web of light that covered the sky.

It was too bright for human eyes to see clearly;

The sound was too deafening for human ears to hear clearly.

But anyone could feel that space was distorting in some way.

Bumaro quietly felt the operation of the clockwork in his body, and he stabbed the metal finger into the skin of Ion’s head.

Then, the light dimmed.

The Grand Warlock no longer existed,

His army and the entire Dale Port also disappeared, driven into another time and space.

The dark clouds dissipated in the sky, and the falling raindrops dispersed the poisonous smoke.

When the last thunder sounded, heavy rain poured down, washing away the last remnants of this terrible and abused valley.

[Mission Complete! ]。