The sun praised by countless poets is beautiful.

It is the source of all life, and people in the world are not tired of putting all beautiful visions on it.

The first ray of light at dawn is named Dawn, which pierces the infinite darkness and represents hope.

It is just that poets and literati's thoughts are always too emotional, and sensibility means adding too much subjective will.

Sensitive descriptions mean unreality, full of infinite mystery and magical illusions.

Just as the ancient bronze cannon could bomb one or two miles, kill seven or eight people in a row, but literati could write exaggerated words that were decayed for dozens of miles in official writing, the gap between illusory imagination and reality is often very large.

When the infinitely beautiful sun appears over the South Port, it brings in addition to destruction.

But in the same way, a sensual poet once again recorded a scene with his sensual brushstrokes.

Zhuosriel, a simple name, but it is not so simple if you list all the numerical alphabets of the name suffix.

He is a Japanese elf from a farther west country.

The long name represents his noble bloodline.

When the small sun in Nangang suddenly bloomed, the elf of noble blood was getting up from the soft and comfortable bed of the adjacent Enlil Temple in Resern City, and struggled to break apart the beautiful and charming female bodies that were entangled around him like an octopus, preparing to welcome the first ray of most magical brilliance when the sun rises every day, but unexpectedly, the sunlight arrived early.

As a sun elf, his body's blood instinct gives him perception of the sun, light and fire. When this light filled with heat and shock enters the perception, he realizes that the sun is not the real sun, but some powerful, chaotic and disorderly force.

Such a force burst out like the sun above Nangang, illuminating the sky of hundreds of miles. What will happen to Nangang beneath the sun?

Dorsriel imagined the vast and irresistible destruction, and the scene of countless lives passing away left tears.

Then, passion surged, and took out a sheepskin book from the room and began to write the poem.

Life is the interweaving of sensibility and reason.

This elf poet is emotional, but he also has extraordinary logical thinking, knowing that such destruction was definitely not created by the local gods of Barron.

So an alien evil god tried to destroy the great Barron civilization and clashed with the god king Enlier of the Barron God. The epic started with endless gorgeous words. The poet did not hesitate to any beautiful words and imposed on the gods such as Enlier, and put all the vicious sentences to the unknown evil god.

Because in his eyes, although the human civilization of the Baron Empire also has countless darkness and shortcomings, it is extremely prosperous and glorious compared to the vast ignorant areas of the Western Continent. Aren’t the founder of the civilization, the Baron Gods, wearing colorful rays representing all beautiful dreams and visions?

Of course, it is evil to destroy and restore civilization to ignorance.

Through the brushstrokes of Dorsir, all those who read him will admire the powerful assimilation ability of the Barron Empire and the great power of the glorious civilization that can allow an alien elves to integrate into the heart, and the Barron people will be even more proud of it.

But even if ZhuoSriel notices, he often subconsciously ignores some things.

The darkness hidden behind the glory of civilization, and not all outsiders live as beautiful as him.

In fact, most of the outsiders who joined the Barron Empire were defeated slaves after being conquered.

He is just a few exceptions.

The bloodline and power of the strong man given by the Sun Elf’s identity brings all this.

As early as the ancient Babylonian period before Enlier's future life, Babylon had a program of absorbing powerful foreign bloodlines.

The goddess of love, childbirth, and harvest, the goddess of Babylonian love, and the goddess of harvest are all god prostitutes. They also require that all Babylonian women be god prostitutes in the temple once before marriage, and face powerful outsiders, so as to absorb more powerful outside blood.

After Enlil arrived in this world, the other Babylonian gods did not come together, but he absorbed the lessons of the destruction of Babylonian civilization and inherited the useful essence of the past, including the absorption of powerful foreign bloodlines.

In temples everywhere, Enlier often chooses and trains many beautiful women to serve the foreign powerhouses he likes.

Zhuosriel is the beneficiary.

When he came to this Barron Empire, he was exposed to the courtesy of the Enlil Temple, and thus gained a very high status in the Barron Empire. With the status, everything followed one after another.

Every day he lived a dreamy life filled with milk and honey that he could not even imagine in the forest. Every time he came to the temple, he was accompanied by countless Enlier's tribute women's tenderness.

His extraordinary handsomeness and powerful strength, and his poems that are widely sung from time to time have attracted countless beauties of Barron to be fascinated by him, and more people are proud of his identification with Barron.

How wonderful this kind of Barron is to him, and the paradise in the dream is nothing more than that.

He loves Barron, and this wonderful civilization.

When Barron had such a thing happened, was he decided to do something, and was there anything more powerful than the beautiful poems that could be widely sang and sang inspiring hearts?

Zhuoser decided to travel eastward to the south port after the destruction, presenting the destruction caused by the evil gods to all the Barrons in a gorgeous poem.

Poetry is more than just wonderful melodies and stories.

He can arouse love and hate in people's hearts and turn into a force that can melt everything and destroy everything.

Zhuothriel's will was so pious and firm that it shone brightly in his heart. When this decision fell, it condensed into a brilliant diamond. In this thought, he felt the touch of the blood in his body and tasted the untouched emotions brought about by the passage of the poem.

He faintly entered a field he had never imagined in the past.

Nangang... The moment the sun blooms, the unimaginable power is released instantly, easily destroying all obstacles from the gods of Barron.

The projection of Enlil and the power of the gods was destroyed in an instant, and the gods such as Mahinanu fled directly.

Everything below has created eternity in endless glory and impact.

Everyone, whether it is a noble or a civilian, or a warrior, a wizard, or a priest in a temple who is fleeing in a hurry.

The last thing that caught my eye was a pure white, they were completely destroyed from their souls to them.

Even the thick earth could not bear the crystallization.

The strongest manor castle built for polishing and cubes is cast in light and heat.

Large areas of sea water outside the port are evaporating at an astonishing speed.

All ships are directly turned into toner.

At this moment, the entire Nangang was filled with light and heat.

Subsequently, the power of wind and fire caused the temperature and pressure imbalance in the Nangang and the wider area, which triggered a series of reactions.

Now, it is time for the Barron gods, and the Barrons to have a taste of destruction like the ten thousand people bombs.

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Chapter completed!