Chapter 320

In a special room in Asgard, four people with different abilities were standing at different angles with their eyes closed.) Around their bodies, different colored halos of energy floated around them, dancing in the air. The four of them were of different ages, three men and one woman, but without exception, they all emitted the aura of powerful cultivators. At this time, one of the old men with white hair took a deep breath, and the green light dancing around him suddenly accelerated.

It was the manifestation of the wind element's energy conversion, and the light emitted by the wildly dancing Wind Cloud Flower illuminated the old man's entire body. The old man clasped his hands together and then pointed them at the ground. His closed eyes suddenly opened. In the next moment, Feng Yunju roared.

Waves of azure mist began to blow in all directions with the old man at the center. Large amounts of energy began to surge, causing the old man's silver hair to dance in the wind.

After psb0 minutes, it gradually calmed down and maintained the same level of strength.

The old man inhaled again, and the energy that flowed around him was absorbed into his body. After him, the other three also withdrew their energy auras, and the room finally quieted down.

"Remember the frequency and intensity of the attack just now. Using the 'Apocalypse of the Last Days' requires an extremely high synchronization rate. The slightest mistake could cause this ability to fail." And our chances, are probably not more than three. " The old man turned around and said to the others with his hands behind his back. His voice was not loud, but it was filled with an irrefutable dignity.

"Yes, Mr. Paul." The three of them said at the same time.

If these three were casually thrown into the wilderness, they would be able to get into the position of hegemons by relying on their strength. But in front of this old man, they were extremely respectful. Other than the old man's overwhelming strength, it was also because of his battle record.

In the great battle thirty years ago, the old man in front of him was the Green War Eagle that was as famous as the Iron Tiger, Kalio.

Paul and Carrion, who were supposed to be Ben Douglas' right-hand men. Amongst the two of them, Paul was a powerhouse of the Elemental Domain, while Carrion had developed his fighting domain to a level that no one could hope to reach. With the exception of a few people, the strength that the others knew of was merely the strength displayed on the surface of the water.

As for the real power beneath the water, no one in the younger generation knew.

The ones listening to Paul's lecture were the Holy Spirit Warriors that Asgard had secretly trained. There were seven of them. The three people in front of Paul were chosen from the Holy Spirit Warriors. The reason for that was because they were all capable elementalists from the elemental domain.

The three of them were the coarse Bart, the handsome David, and the mature Hanna. They were Earth, Fire, and Water elemental experts, and they were all at the Tenth Order.

The four people in the room, along with Thor, Bader and Loki, had gathered the necessary people to launch the Apocalypse.

Only an organization like the Hall of Heroic Spirits would be able to come up with a luxurious lineup of seven Tenth Order elementalists to launch the strategic skill 'Apocalypse'.

As soon as Paul finished his sentence, the light screen on the wall of the room popped up a chat window. "Mr. Paul," said the blonde secretary, "Captain Carío has informed you that you are ready for action. "The coordinates of the country of the living corpses have been sent back to the Twelve Sovereigns' Hall."

"Understood, let's go now." Paul said calmly to the beautiful woman in the light screen.

He turned around and said in a deep voice to the three people of Bart's group, "Let's focus our minds. Kids, we have to work!"

"Yes, sir!" Bart and the other two answered in unison.

On this day, the citizens of Asgard witnessed a wondrous sight they would never see in their entire lives. At the zenith in the middle of the city, the holographic plates descended and then continued to collapse. As if by magic, the holographic board continued to close, and in the blink of an eye, a hole of more than a kilometer in diameter was opened. Looking up from the gap, he could actually see the sky outside the Julian mountain range.

The citizens of Asgard probably didn't expect that this city in the middle of the mountain would actually have a thousand-meter-wide channel connecting it to the top of the mountain. After this corridor was opened, the buildings of the Twelve Sovereigns' Hall began to shake as well.

Ben was standing in the middle of his office.

Right. Fixtures rose from the floor. They secured the desks, chairs, bookshelves, and other furniture, then sank the furniture parts into the floor. When all this was done, six robotic arms stretched out from the outside of the building, and when they had secured six positions outside the roof, the pillars that supported the roof began to shrink into the floor.

Immediately afterwards, the skyboard split in two. As the mechanical arm on the outside opened up, from a high vantage point, the Twelve Sovereigns' Hall looked like a blossoming flower. Ben's office, however, looked like a stamen.

The only thing remaining in the hall was the elevator. At that moment, there was a "ding" from the elevator. Following which, the elevator doors opened. With Paul as the leader, the seven capable people entered in a line and lined up in front of Ben.

Aside from Paul's group of four, three other commanders appeared in front of Ben. They were the Hammer of Destruction, the Shield of Dawn, and the Saber of Darkness.

Badel was still wearing his gorgeous military uniform, and wherever he was, whatever happened, the God of Light would always look like Fu Ningding. He smiled, as if nothing bothered him.

Standing beside him was Thor. The captain of the Doomhammer was tall and sturdy, only a head shorter than the commander of the Golden Axe, Tyre. Saul had long, wild golden hair, making him look like an angry lion. There was a lazy smile on his face, a pair of eyes that seemed drunk yet were sparkling, giving Saul a rather unruly air.

Finally, there was Loki, a man who was almost devilishly handsome, named after the god of mischief in Nordic mythology. Her beautiful face that was like a woman's was carved out of fine jade, without a single blemish to be found. Her long narrow eyes were painted with a purple eye shadow. Her eyelashes were beautiful enough to make any woman jealous. There was a faint smile on his purplish-painted lips, but Loki's eyes never smiled. In those phoenix eyes, there was only a light that was a bit colder than the tip of a blade.

"Everyone, we, the excellent warriors of Asgard, have already sent back the living corpse kingdom's coordinates. Now, it is time to destroy it. The human world forbade the existence of other beast kingdoms. This was a battle of honor and dignity. Unfortunately, I am not an expert in the Elemental Domain, so right now, I can only cheer for you. " As he spoke, his drunken eyes sparkled as he scanned the various faces. "Let's begin. Let's push this evil kingdom down the abyss."