Chapter 1173
Capturing Emperor Penguins
Chapter 1173 Capturing Emperor Penguins
Just as the Bull of Heaven, which had been leveraging the temple, was gathering its strength for the second time, a bolt of crimson-gold lightning fell from the sky, forcibly cleaving open the storm clouds over the entire Garden of Joseph.
Thor appears in the eye of the storm.
He was clad in armor, his cloak billowing behind him like a burning sunset, his golden hair dancing wildly in the lightning, and his eyes burning like a blazing furnace. Behind him, a halo of light shimmering with the color of thunder slowly unfolded. It was not an ornament, but a symbol of authority belonging to the crowned rank, like a royal sun crown woven from lightning.
"Do they really think that the absence of a god in Josephine can restrain the Kingdom of Heaven?!"
Thor raised his right hand.
The warhammer—Mjolnir—slammed down in his hand.
The hammer wasn't huge, but it was so heavy that it compressed the mass of the entire plane. Runes on its surface moved like lightning snakes, and the air around the hammerhead collapsed before it was even swung, as if space itself was making way for that weight.
Thor's arm muscles were taut, his power belt gleamed metallically around his waist, and his iron gauntlets gripped the hammer handle firmly—a symbol that only he could bear that weight.
【The Crown Unfolds - A Weight That Shakes the World】
"Get back—!"
Thor roared, his voice echoing through the sea of lightning.
The next instant, he rose into the air.
Mjolnir was swung through the air in an arc.
At this moment, the gravity rules of the entire Garden of Joseph were forcibly drawn into the hammer. The gravity of the plains, the earth, the mountains, the Golden Palace, and even the distant ocean were compressed and gathered in a brief instant, forming an invisible but real torrent of gravity.
The air burst open.
The thunder transformed into a tangible pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and earth.
This attack was not merely the power of lightning, but rather carried the crushing force of the entire gravity rules of Joseph Garden, like a star being hurled down.
However, the Bull of Heaven did not retreat.
joke!
Since following Lao Xia, Lao Niu has overthrown countless demons, monsters, and planetary worlds; his record is well-documented.
Despite multiple "version updates," Grandpa Niu remains in the top tier of equipment in Laoxia and has never been forgotten.
The gravity of the tiny Joseph Garden plane, does it really want to scare Grandpa Cow?
"Moo!!!"
The Bull of Heaven stared coldly at Thor with its eyes burning with lightning and fire. The levering force between its horns was fully unleashed at this moment. The great power at the tips of the horns was like two levers inserted into the gaps of the rules. With a gentle lift, the surrounding gravity structure began to shift.
As Mjolnir crashed down, the bull horn rushed forward to meet it.
"boom--!!!"
The hammer collides with the horn.
The sound was no longer thunder, but rather like the entire seat being struck.
The ground outside the Golden Palace collapsed outwards in the shockwave. Lightning and flames exploded into a blazing white ball of light at the point of impact. The air was shaken into countless broken ripples, and even the heroic spirits watching from afar were overturned to the ground by the aftershocks.
Thor's arms bulged with veins, and the [Power Belt - Mechingerjord] around his waist shone brightly, amplifying his power many times over.
He gritted his teeth, trying to suppress the resistance. The runes on Mjolnir, Thor's hammer, shone wildly, and the gravity rules of the entire plane were pressed down once again.
However, the prying force between the horns was gently turned.
go you! ! !
Mjolnir's power veered off course in that instant; the originally downward pressure was twisted into a lateral slide, and the entire force seemed to have crashed onto an unfixed fulcrum.
The air made a harsh, grating sound as it rubbed against the two surfaces.
Then--
The bull suddenly thrust its horns forward.
"boom--!"
Mjolnir was violently thrown away, spinning in the sea of lightning and drawing a dazzling arc before crashing far beyond the plain.
Thor's body was thrown up by the recoil, his chest trembled violently, and the divine power within his body became disordered for a moment. A mouthful of scorching divine blood spurted from his mouth, turning into lightning and sparks in mid-air.
He forced himself to steady himself, taking several steps in the air to avoid falling to the ground.
Before the aftershocks of Thor being knocked back had even subsided, the other gods of Joseph Garden had already made their move.
Rays of authority rose from all parts of the Golden Palace. The God of War wielded his crimson blade, the Goddess of Storms unleashed a hurricane, and the shadow power of the underworld transformed into chains that bound the hooves of the Heavenly Bull. Flames, frost, runic curses, and divine magic torrents intertwined in mid-air, forming a light curtain that almost blotted out the sky, all pouring down upon the [Heavenly Bull].
Thunder and fire exploded, frost froze, and runes lit up and then went out on the bull's body.
pity……
Wood big wood big wood big! ! !
Those divine spells that were enough to shake Valhalla only stirred up shallow energy ripples on the massive and steady body of the Heavenly Bull, like a downpour falling on the surface of the deep sea, unable to even create a real wave.
Grandpa Niu didn't even pay attention.
It slowly lowered its head, and the levering force between the bull's horns became increasingly concentrated. Thunder and fire spread upwards along the horn ridges, and the surrounding regular structure began to loosen and misalign under that force. The base of the golden palace emitted an increasingly piercing groan, and the entire palace had already begun to tilt on its own before the second impact.
The gods' attack continues.
A burst of light erupted, and divine magic exploded.
But these attacks appear pale and fragmented in the face of that symbol of miracles that can move everything.
In the distance, Thor recalled Mjolnir.
The warhammer flew back into his palm from the sea of lightning. He knelt on one knee, forcibly stabilizing the surging divine power within him. Looking at the giant bull that was almost unaffected, a helpless anxiety appeared in his eyes for the first time.
If this continues, the Golden Palace will truly be overthrown.
He lowered his chest.
He slowly lowered his aura, then roared with all his might:
"Please, Lord Rhodes, help me—!"
In an instant, the gods around them who were still making moves paused slightly.
The next moment, they suddenly realized!
Yes, only a miracle can fight a miracle. There's a ready-made patron in the Golden Palace!
"Please, Lord Rhodes, assist the Golden Palace—!"
"Please, Your Excellency, lend a hand and help Josephine overcome this crisis!"
Divine sounds rose and fell, echoing through the sea of thunder.
……
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Inside the Golden Palace.
Emperor penguin Soros was dumbfounded.
He looked at the gods of Josephine who had just been full of divine power and talking about the dignity of the gods, but now they were all asking for help. He couldn't help but open his mouth for a long time.
"Have they...lost all sense of shame?" he murmured.
Rhodes, however, did not laugh. Instead, a hint of helplessness appeared on the pterodactyl's cold face, and he also gave his assessment.
"As expected of the divine team trained by Odin, each of them has deeply inherited Odin's true teachings."
As he spoke, he looked at the emperor penguin and instructed him:
"You wait for me here. If you encounter any danger, teleport back to Kirad immediately. Remember that."
The emperor penguins haven't had a chance to respond yet.
Lot had already spread his dragon wings.
The wind pressure swept out from the palace gate, and his figure drew an arc in mid-air, heading straight for the [Heavenly Bull] outside the Golden Palace, which was accumulating its lever power.
Above the sea of lightning, yet another [Miracle Worker] ascended into the sky.
Lot's figure rapidly magnified in the storm.
The pterosaur, originally only slightly taller than a human, rapidly expanded above the sea of lightning. Its bony wings unfurled like two curtains blotting out the sky, dark red energy patterns flowing between its membranous wings. Its claws opened in mid-air, sharp as inverted mountains. In the next instant, it swooped down.
The enormous dragon claws precisely gripped the horns of the [Heavenly Bull].
The bull horn, which was originally accumulating leverage power, emitted a piercing friction sound in his palm. Thunder and fire exploded along the dragon claw, but were forcibly suppressed by that ancient, miraculous outer shell.
"Walk."
Lot uttered a single word in a low voice.
Space suddenly folded.
It's not a normal teleportation, but a forced migration across dimensions.
Cracks appeared in the space beneath the feet of the longhorn beetle, spreading outwards like glass, with the ends of the cracks connecting to the boundary of the plane—the crystal wall of the Garden of Joseph.
The dragon and the ox vanished simultaneously in the next instant.
The Crystal Wall of Joseph Garden is a transparent barrier that stretches across the edge of the plane, like a huge and invisible crystal dome that envelops the entire world; countless fine runic points flow across the crystal wall, while the outer side is filled with churning nothingness and unformed etheric currents.
Lot, accompanied by the longhorn beetle, forcibly appeared at the edge of the crystal wall.
Two colossal figures landed with a thud at the boundary of the plane, and the shockwave spread outward along the crystal wall.
He did not engage the celestial beetle in a direct confrontation, but instead used interdimensional displacement to move the battlefield to a location far from the Golden Palace; the enormous dragon claws still gripped the beetle's horns tightly, preventing it from turning back to attack the core area again.
To avoid getting too involved in the war between the Kingdom of Heaven and the Garden of Joseph, Lot could only take his grumpy old man, Grandpa Cow, for a stroll along the Crystal Wall.
……
……
The direction of the Golden Palace.
The gods of Joseph Garden, seeing the sky-covering dragon shadow drag the celestial beetle toward the crystal wall, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The thunder gradually subsided, and the palace's tilt angle ceased to widen.
At least for now, the Golden Palace is safe.
Inside the Golden Palace, Emperor Penguin Soros stared at the empty palace gates and muttered to himself:
"We came here to discuss cooperation..."
"How did we end up getting dragged into the war between the Kingdom of Heaven and the Garden of Joseph out of nowhere..."
He looked down at his chubby hands, then at the still-shaking barrel of wine.
"What an unlucky year."
He even had a strange feeling—maybe he shouldn't have gone out at all today.
Just as he let out a long sigh.
The air suddenly became viscous; this was not a psychological illusion, but a genuine sense of stagnation.
The EVE particles at the ether level began to exhibit abnormal disturbances, as if someone was forcibly manipulating the flow of information nearby, with imperceptible ripples spreading outward from the depths of space.
The emperor penguin suddenly raised its head; its professional instincts kicked in at that moment.
"wrong……"
He instinctively tried to activate his dimensional teleportation ability to return directly to his base camp.
However, when he activated the miracle, he discovered that the surrounding structure had been locked by some kind of force.
He slowly turned his head.
Then, around the corner, he encountered the sixth man in the courtyard.
Magus, with red hair and one eye, had somehow appeared before him.
The two were only a few steps apart.
Behind Magus, a towering figure emerged.
【Enki】.
It was a being composed of transparent deep blue crystal and flowing water, its form resembling an ancient statue, yet constantly flowing and changing; six rune discs floated behind it, slowly rotating, symbolizing the authority structure of the civilization module; its head had no eyes, only glowing geometric patterns intertwined on its face, and two thin streams of water continuously flowed from its shoulders, like an inexhaustible source.
The water vaporizes into fine mist in the air.
The emperor penguin's pupils contracted slightly.
Magus, the little horse at this moment, was burning red all over.
His skin had a deep red sheen, with energy patterns resembling blood vessels faintly visible on its surface.
Ever since Xiao Ma forged himself into the Philosopher's Stone, every time he activates his Aetheric talent, his physical form enters an unstable state, with his molecular structure oscillating repeatedly between reality and Aether.
His appearance was changing slightly, his outline was occasionally blurred, and his hair seemed to be lifted by the water, but his overall image still remained human, only his skin was dyed a blood-red color.
The skin turning red is considered the price to pay for demanding ether.
Magus's single eye lit up slightly.
The light was not dazzling, but it was so profound that it seemed to penetrate layers of reality and reach the very bottom of the structure.
Ether surged within him like tides crashing against a dam, and with an almost ruthless will, he forcefully suppressed that power, guiding it along its predetermined path instead of letting it spread out of control.
Magus raised his hand.
His power is not a one-way burst; his body itself is a vessel forged by the Philosopher's Stone, with strength and self-healing ability far exceeding that of ordinary flesh, allowing etheric energy to flow freely within it. Toxins, diseases, and corrosive spells cannot remain in his body, and psionic storms that pass by are merely transformed into new computational parameters.
Within the single eye, future branches are rapidly unfolding.
The emperor penguin's possible actions—pressing the shutter, detonating the camera, attempting displacement, releasing interference—each future flashed before his eyes.
He chose the shortest path.
Psychological suppression.
An invisible wave emanated from the depths of his consciousness.
It wasn't a brutal assault, but a precise coverage.
Just as the emperor penguin raised his camera, ready to take the plunge and press the shutter, his finger froze in mid-air.
His thoughts seemed to be shrouded in a transparent net.
That wasn't a forced tearing apart, but a rewriting of the command.
"lay down."
Magus did not speak.
But the order has already been delivered.
The emperor penguin slowly loosened its grip.
The camera was lowered.
He kept his eyes open, still conscious, but found that there was a misalignment between his actions and thoughts—he wanted to resist, but his body obediently stood still.
Magus's other ability then unfolds.
Perception diffusion.
He read the Emperor Penguin's surface memory structure, identified the trigger mechanism of dimensional teleportation, and analyzed the source of its miracles and circuit construction; fine light patterns flashed in his single eye, the branches of fate were rearranged, and he could even predict the Emperor Penguin's possible path of escape in several possible futures.
The six rune discs behind Enki lit up with different frequencies of light.
The Emperor Penguin's magical circuits were temporarily restructured, causing it to lose the ability to initiate them.
The emperor penguin's forehead was covered in cold sweat.
Magus's form subtly changed under the vibration of the ether.
His skin's redness deepened, and vein-like energy patterns moved across its surface, yet the overall outline remained stable; he had grown accustomed to this ever-changing state, viewing his physical body as a malleable vessel rather than a fixed shell.
"Don't move."
This time, he spoke up.
The voice was calm, yet carried an irresistible weight.
The emperor penguin's pupils contracted slightly; he was now completely under control.