Creating a Sandbox World

Just when the torrential rain accumulated for a whole day in the sky above God Capital, Lin Tuo floating above the plain in the phantom space also saw the dense blue and white silk threads with the help of the evolving sand table.

Without any hesitation, he took the lead to fall towards the northern forest with one hand, turning his wrist lightly, grabbing hundreds of etheric threads, and pressing them down.

In the next second, the space vibrated slightly, and silhouettes suddenly appeared in the corresponding area, first blurred, and then quickly cleared.

One after another, extraordinary elves wearing armor and holding weapons appeared on the wasteland.

Their bodies are slightly illusory, as are the clothes and weapons in their hands.

For most of them, it was the first time to enter the battlefield built by angels in this way.

"This is the destination?"

They first looked around and found that it was a desolate land, the soil under their feet was rough and slightly weird, and there were only spiritual vegetation on the plain, without vitality.

In the distance, it is blocked by tall mountains, and overhead is a huge round of "sun" without temperature.

No "demon", no angel.

Some Beyonders began to sense their own power subconsciously and vigilantly, and immediately realized with some nervousness that they could not sense the ether in their bodies.

No, to be precise, their "body" at the moment is very strange.

As a result, they coincidentally looked at the big elf in moon white and embroidered with golden patterns in front of the team, only to find that the latter was calmly looking up at the sky.

"Messiah……"

A strong elven clan called out subconsciously, and then listened to the high priest gently speak:

"be quiet."

When the voice fell, the elves suddenly found that the sky was dark for a moment, and in a daze, they seemed to see a palm passing over the warm red sphere shaped like the sun above their heads, and many of them woke up:

"angel--"

"Boom..."

In the next second, on the other side of the mountain range not far away from them, a series of blue and white auras fell, and then, the orc army that stood in line came down at the same time, making a roar.

And this is not the end. Then, every few seconds, the sky will flash briefly, and each flash means that a team is drawn into the illusion space.

In a short while, the thirteen areas separated by the entire wasteland were filled up, and the teams of humans, orcs, and elves stepped into their predetermined positions one by one.

Ke Lan's team was the last one to be drawn in, and it was also in the center of the entire battlefield.

When he appeared in this mysterious space with the churches and military leaders around him, including the great priests, his heart was full of uncontrollable shock:

As a wishmaker, he has imagined countless times that one day he can truly enter an extraordinary world, rather than just watching.

However, even in the most mysterious dreams, he had never imagined the scene today.

"Great priest...Where is the angel?" Waiting Ke Lan retracted his gaze from the wasteland, looked to his side, and asked.

Before the latter could answer, he heard in astonishment, a slightly illusory voice came from the red sun above his head:

"This place obstructs the ether, and everything you see and feel is the soul... and the holy war later is the same..."

Under Lin Tuo's intentional actions, the voice was ethereal and loud. When it fell, above the wasteland, the original a little noisy, the Extraordinary from all ethnic groups stopped talking, and looked up at the same time.

And realized that the voice came from the tenth-level angel who came with the oracle and presided over the holy war tonight.

And with Lin Tuo's narration, many of them finally understood the special state of their own, and also realized the peculiarities of today's battle.

In the crowd, Ke Lan's eyes widened, completely devoid of the prince's dignity, and there was a burst of doubt in his heart, and a burst of confusion:

"Therefore, we have entered this battlefield with Divine Soul, and we have also severed the connection with the ether. As a result, Beyonders have lost the ability to fight that they were familiar with? Will it be changed to Divine Soul Strength, the comparison of spirituality?

Ke Lan was extremely surprised. When Lin Tuo's voice in the sky came to an end, he couldn't help looking at the great priest beside him:

"In other words, you have lost your spell ability? But like this... how can you fight?"

In the team, there are also many eyes cast.

The grand priest wearing a sacred robe with a solemn face was not surprised. He looked at Ke Lan peacefully and smiled:

"It seems that you still don't understand what the angel said."

Seeing Ke Lan stunned, the great priest pointed to his robe, the armor and weapons of the people around him, and reminded:

"Since our spirits can illusion these, they can also illusion various spells."

As he said, the great priest raised his hand with a wave, and wisps of spirituality gathered from his body toward his palm, turning into a group of brilliant brilliance.

Seeing this scene, the extraordinary people around suddenly realized.

The thoughts turned, one after another, like a gourd painting, a group of holy lights condensed in the palm.

Ke Lan was stunned, looking at the great priest as if he realized something, and then slowly raised his palm in the latter's gentle gaze.

In the next second, a pure holy light burned like a flame in his palm.

Ke Lan opened his mouth and looked at this scene somewhat obsessively, thinking: So this is extraordinary.

At the same time, on this huge battlefield, the elves and orcs have also comprehended the meaning of Lin Tuo's words, and some novelty tried to imitate the usual spells with their own spiritual power.

In the sky, a little bit of light was shining over the wilderness, and Lin Tuo was also a little bit emotional. This is also the upgraded ability of "Nightmare". If he could do it in the past, it would be difficult for others to use it freely.

At this time, the thirteen areas on the ground have stabilized, and gradually adapted to this different combat method from the past. The senior transcendents of various races who led the teams and participated in the previous conferences began to purge the team, and issued orders to Lin Tuo. The tactical plan discussed.

According to Lin Tuo, procrastination is the main reason, and there is no need for these people to give up their lives.

After all, here, if the soul is completely annihilated, it is equivalent to death, and this is what he does not want to see. Even if the spirit world lords themselves are killed, they are defending themselves, but it is always good to pay less death and injury.

Thinking, when the team on the ground was completely prepared, Lin Tuo's expression also became serious, and his eyes fell on the evolving sand table in front of him.

In the next second, he took a light breath, raised his hand and grabbed the thirteen "River of Faith" in the blink of an eye. With a thought, he suddenly pulled outwards.

...

At the same time, the No. 5 sandbox was scattered in various temples on the mainland.

The thirteen "spiritual lords" who were originally in a "sleeping" state, entrenched in the idols, constantly absorbing spirituality, and strengthening themselves, sensed danger at the same time, and suddenly opened their blood-red eyes.

He raised his head and stared at the river of faith with a strong suction with that brutal and greedy gaze.

"hiss……"

The devil-shaped life opened its mouth almost instinctively, spit out a snake-like letter, and burst into a misty light.

However, in the next instant, these 13 phantoms were forcibly pulled by a pair of invisible hands to the dark and cold sky, and then disappeared in the trembling ripples.

...

Inside the phantom space.

With a burst of anger and a frightening neigh, thirteen phantom shadows suddenly appeared.

There was also a voice from the warm red "sun" at high altitude:

"kill!"

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ps: Zero point, full attendance, short.