Chapter 310

It's not holy light, it's electric light.

On the very high sky, a layer of dense power grid suddenly appeared, forming a spherical lightning junction, covering the whole Yom Kippur Island, as well as the small islands around Yom Kippur island and the sea area.

The jackals stopped attacking and looked up at the sky.

Fear grows in the heart.

On ordinary summer thunderstorm days, there are few thunder and lightning across the sky, which can frighten many people, let children get into their mothers' arms, let women get into men's arms, and let men's hands get into indescribable positions.

So how terrible is this dense lightning that can make people with dense phobia dizzy

Tianwei?

Although every living creature in Yom sin Island knows that Yom sin island is wrapped by lightning boundary, few people have seen lightning boundary with their own eyes.

Because it is too high, at least more than 10000 feet high, even the main peak higher than the cloud is shrouded;

Because very few people are qualified to touch the lightning barrier, and without touching, the lightning barrier will not be activated, it is invisible, and naturally no one will see it.

Perhaps in the vast sea area, ignorant marine creatures often try to cross the lightning barrier and then activate the lightning barrier.

But that kind of activation is only a small part, which can't be seen by people far away.

It's different now.

Although the whole lightning barrier will not be activated, the activated part still covers the whole jackal plain, so that the main peak 200 kilometers away can be seen.

Lightning junction appears with only one result.

Shaman priests of the large jackal tribe know this very well and have seen it once.

So his face suddenly changed.

"Thunder and lightning... Doomsday... Run!"

The old shaman looked up at the sky and saw the brewing dense thunder and lightning. The old man burst into tears: "we are moving again!"

"Run! Run!"

"The lightning barrier broke out. If you don't run, you'll die!"

One jackal after another ran away.

In all directions, no matter where you go, you can't stay where you are anyway.

The thunder brewing in the sky is so terrible that no one knows when it will fall.

Once they fall, how can these ordinary jackals resist the power of heaven?

The doomsday prophet did not run, even if no one paid attention to him.

He still raised his head, looked at the brewing lightning and silently made a wish:

"Let me welcome the first judgment of the end!"

Maybe he heard his wish, or maybe it was just a coincidence. The first lightning fell and hit the doomsday prophet.

The lightning was thick and big, and contained more electricity than expected. It not only hit the doomsday prophet, but also broke out suddenly, scattered into hundreds of small lightning and spread in all directions.

The speed of lightning is naturally not comparable to that of jackals.

Lightning struck them.

Those with weak constitution will die on the spot;

Those with strong physique also fall into a state of paralysis, even fall into a permanent disability, or become idiots.

The doomsday prophet who bears the greatest power of lightning has directly become coke.

Still in human shape, still looking up at the sky, but has become a carbon man.

This is the first.

Then the second, the third, the hundred.

I don't know how many lightning fell, hitting one jackal after another, and one jackal building after another.

Lightning has no eyes. Naturally, it will not chase the jackals, but such dense lightning still reduces the number of jackals.

No jackal dares to stay.

They even threw away, threw away their own women and children, threw away their own men, and only hated that they didn't have two long legs.

Keep running and don't look back.

A flash of lightning hit the old shaman, but was blocked by a layer of lightning shield.

Looking back at the dilapidated camp and the dead or seriously injured jackals, old shaman sighed.

He knew that after this disaster, his tribe had been reduced by at least half——

Some are killed directly by lightning, and some run away and will never come back.

Although there are only half of them, their own tribe is still the most powerful tribe in the Jackal plain. If in the past, they can slowly gather other jackals to recuperate.

But now it's different.

He looked east, near the Shenduan mountains.

Not long ago, a group of rainforest aborigines came there, destroyed the Jackal tribe there and occupied the camp there.

Those rainforest aborigines are strong, their individual combat effectiveness is not even worse than that of the jackals, and

Although it is a primitive society, it is human after all. Its brain is better than that of jackals. It is also very united and has strong comprehensive strength.

In the past, those guys certainly didn't dare to provoke their own tribe.

But now, it's hard to say!

"Forget it, that's it."

The old shaman turned and went on.

He decided:

The tribe will move south, cross the river, occupy the south of the Jackal plain and avoid the rainforest aborigines.

South of the Jinsha River, there is no threat, which he is sure.

He is very smart. Knowing the blood moon mage tower and the eternal prison, he will certainly not let those rainforest aborigines go.

Wait until the rainforest aborigines are destroyed and come back!

At this moment, the whole island of atonement is attracted by the Jackal plains.

"Did someone touch the lightning barrier? And... Was it touched by legendary power?"

At the junction of central plain and northern desert, blood moon mage tower.

"Eye of the blood moon" master Roy stood on the star viewing platform on the top floor, looked south, looked at the glittering lightning boundary, and shook his head gently.

Some time ago, he pursued Draco, his "good student", on the main peak of Shenduan mountain, but he escaped.

Then he returned to the blood moon mage tower and tried his best to repair the "blood moon eye".

Whoever touched the lightning barrier has nothing to do with him.

Except for the sea emperor, no one can leave from atonement Island, and no one can come in, even legend.

As for why not take a look?

Because he was hurt himself.

People who can cause such a strong reaction of lightning barrier are either killed and turned into coke by lightning barrier, or they are still alive.

And if you're still alive, I'm afraid you're a tough guy. Why touch the mold?

Somewhere in the eternal prison, the warden looked south at the same time, and then bowed his head. He didn't know what he was thinking.

"Does anyone want to make the idea of atonement island? Or... Those fugitives want to escape from heaven?"

Somewhere on the main peak, a mage looked up at the sky;

In the secret blasphemer temple, a black robed warlock looked up, his hood slipped and showed his pale face.

In some unknown corners, several old guys who had been hidden for a long time shook their heads at the same time.

No one can escape from the island of atonement, which has been decided for thousands of years.

In that case, why try?

Isn't it good to live?

In an ancient cave of the main peak, the behemoth tightened by chains opened his eyes, and then

Close it slowly.

The junction of the Jackal plain and the Shenduan mountains, north.

More than 300 rainforest aborigines live in a medium-sized jackal camp.

Two people came out of the largest and most intact tent.

An old shaman with white hair and a tall woman with a long bow on her back, a sharp blade in her hand and exposed clothes.

"Lightning border... Eternal seal..."

The old Shaman's voice was like flowing river sand, hoarse and deep: "under the lightning, it is the largest jackal tribe on the grassland. Our opportunity is coming! Subdue the jackals, or take the opportunity to form an alliance with them, deal with the blood moon mage tower and the eternal prison, and fight against the Thousand Island principality!"

"Thunder and lightning barrier? It's time!"

In Jinsha village, at the command of Gaowen, more than 20 war horses galloped towards the north, setting off billowing smoke and dust.