Undoubtedly, Okein attack could not cause any damage to Kainath. After all, this was just a greeting between two hostile Old Deus. To be honest, in terms of momentum, Okein did seem a little more powerful.
A thick wave of magma-like fire swept across the ground, and then it rose to the sky in front of Kainath. Su'er could see the sparks splashing in all directions, but those sparks were actually large chunks of melted rock.
Kainath returned the favor with two energy flowers, which suppressed the sweeping magma fire wave and flew towards Okein, but they didn't even cause a single bubble.
Although it might seem a bit presumptuous to think so, Su'er always felt that Okein action just now was also meant as a greeting to him and Think—by the way, what was the meaning of Okein appearance?
Why did the image of that fire giant have no difference from a BOSS in a certain game in Su'er's memory? The fire elemental lord, Ragnaros, from World of Warcraft... You just copied it?
Hey, hey, hey, turning into a BOSS on the battlefield is not a very auspicious thing, you know?
While he was complaining like this, not only Su'er but also Think recalled a certain man's casual remark about the image of the God of the Forge that fit his impression, based on his hobbies at the time.
That Old Deus who had appeared as an old man in front of Su'er and Think had a sense of humor and playfulness unlike an Old Deus.
The appearance of the Forest God and the God of the Forge seemed to have pressed an invisible switch. When Su'er came to his senses, he saw that several flying ships in the Dwarf flying fleet had turned their heads, and their huge cannons were pointed in this direction—or rather, in Kainath's direction.
It was faster than sound, yet it was so inconspicuous. It had a round head that was almost black, and the only thing that was noticeable was the long smoke trail it left behind, a reddish-red fiery wake. There was no bright light or dazzling energy light, but no one would believe that the Dwarfs would release something harmless at this time.
He had never seen it before, but Su'er immediately recognized what it was—it was undoubtedly the secret that he had discovered in that underground city back then, a bomb made from the God's Core of an Old Deus, which he had only seen the aftermath of its explosion.
Faster than Su'er's thoughts, when the pure white light that seemed to annihilate the entire world unfolded, Think's palm had already covered his eyes, preventing him from going blind on the spot due to his slow reaction.
Without hesitation, they used the core explosion. Just as Su'er had predicted in the past, the Dwarfs did not consider using it as a threat. The weapon was made to kill enemies, so the more powerful it was, the better.
He inexplicably recalled the time he cracked an entire egg into a frying pan while cooking. The originally translucent egg white turned creamy white after being heated, completely embracing the yellow yolk in the middle, just like everything in his vision at the moment. The only difference was that this 'egg white' was too huge, and the 'yolk' was not yellow but a very vivid green.
The light screen that surrounded the entire flagship also protected the several escorting flower-sailing ships around it. Just like this flagship, those smaller flower-sailing ships also had the same translucent green shield. The entire flower-sailing ship, including the walls, floors, and ceilings, all lit up with bright green Elf script. Su'er could also see faint energy filaments constantly extending outward from the depths of the flagship, like radar antennas.
"The Ancient Infinite Blessing," Think said with an arrogant look, crossing her arms and looking at the vast white world outside with Su'er. For the first time in a long time, she showed this kind of haughty and arrogant demeanor. "It's just the explosion of an unactivated God's Core. It doesn't even have a fraction of the power of an Old Deus. You think you can break through the defense of a genius like me with this?"
She directly abandoned the naming method of using numbers and chose to directly crown it with the overbearing name "Infinite," showing no intention of making any further improvements. This was Think's proudest and most powerful defensive magical formula, and as far as she could see, the effect was perfect and lived up to her expectations and trust.
The pure white world came and went quickly, lasting only a few seconds. The familiar crimson sky outside once again appeared in Su'er's eyes... but it couldn't be considered too familiar. Centered on the Elf flagship, even though it was in mid-air, the land directly below the flagship was so smooth that it could be used as a mirror, carved into a perfect semicircle on the ground.
He didn't know what the Dwarf leader, Lóni, would look like when he saw that this core explosion didn't cause any damage, but Su'er thought it would not be a pleasant expression. This could be seen from the way Okein, who looked like Ragnaros from a distance, was laughing heartily with his beard.
A weapon that they had put so much effort into making didn't achieve any results in its first battle, and it had to endure the good-natured mockery of his respected old man... Lóni must be having a hard time.
"Exactly! That's right!" Think also thought of this and nodded with a satisfied expression before continuing, "By borrowing the principle of the Fairy's spatial phase boundary awareness, it completely deflects the enemy's attack to another dimension. This defense is completely invincible. Who can break such a perfect magical formula from a genius like me?"
As soon as Think's proud words fell, Su'er felt his heart pound. No matter what, hearing such a typical 'flag-raising' statement always made people feel a sense of unease—a sharp sword tore through the sky!
Before he could even react to what had happened, a sharp wail was forcibly poured into Su'er's ears. No, to be more precise, it was in the ears of everyone on this battlefield, followed by scattered green light rain, as if blood was being poured over their heads, or was it the blood of an Old Deus?
He belatedly recognized that this wail was the voice of the Elf's creator, Kainath, but more than this suddenly injured Old Deus, what Su'er could not ignore was the sky that was as if it had been directly split open. Just like Moses parting the Red Sea in a myth, the golden cloud wave that stretched from the distant horizon to here split the crimson sky, and Su'er could even see the faint twinkling stars of the universe from the wide gap.
This was an attack from the north, an attack from the very north of the planet. In that distant high altitude, something was approaching!