Chapter 281
The ruins of the doomsday.
The golden beam of light connecting to heaven penetrating the earth, beside the magnificent doomsday altar, stands a lonely silhouette.
His hair is burning like a flame, and in his eyes, a dark fire surges.
Under his feet, lay a melting body, that is the dead steel Knight. These powerful high-risk spirits were melted by the ashes. Gogol used a terrifying high-temperature flame. .
It melted the ashes of the nine-headed steel Knight. Gogo was a little pale inside, and it was obvious that this fierce battle brought him huge losses.
Behind him, the last insect race trialist lowered his head nervously, seeming to worry about his fate.
hong long long!
The sound of rolling thunder suddenly exploded. In the dark sky, scarlet lightning danced like a frenzy, tearing the lead cloud crazily, like the end of the day.
Ashes. Gogol suddenly lifts the head, staring at the end of the beam of light submerged into the clouds.
"Come!"
Ash. Gogol muttered to himself.
In the depths of the clouds, scarlet lightning madly impacted the golden beam of light.
The violent energy fluctuations spread far, and the nearby ruins were in danger, and they migrated away one after another.
Only ashes remain. Gogol and an insect race trialist stand beside the beam of light, under the clouds.
The violent strikes of scarlet lightning, there is no golden radiance that can invade eternal immobility.
At the other end of the endless void, a bit of shining golden brilliance quietly gathered, slowly falling towards the altar of doom.
During the fall, the golden brilliance gradually extends until it passes through the clouds and finally has its own shape. From a distance, it looks like a golden streamer.
"Stand up on the altar!"
Ash Gogol said suddenly.
The insect race trialist behind him was surprised at first, then his expression turned into ecstasy.
Finally it's my turn to sacrifice!
I don't have to die here!
"Yes! Under the crown!"
The trialist bowed deeply, and then walked to the altar shrouded in the beam of light.
Ashes. Gogol flicks with the finger, a total of twenty heart cores line up in a straight line, submerged in the golden beam of light.
Have you prepared so many heart cores for me?
Insect race trialist was startled, and subconsciously reached out to catch the flying heart core, but saw that the heart core suddenly went upstream after immersing in the beam of light, and all flew into the void.
How could this be?
Aren't these heart cores supposed to approach me proactively and let me gain the title?
How can they fly into the void?
insect race trialist lifts the head, extend the hand, trying to catch the flying heart core, but found that they have long since disappeared.
"What is that?"
The insect race trialist watched as a golden streamer fell from the void, and then wrapped around his wrist like a living thing.
Looking at the golden streamer on the wrist, the insect race trialist became more confused.
"How can the beam of light of the eternal altar have this thing?"
The puzzled trialist looked towards outside the beam of light, Ash. Lord Gogol is still waiting, but the expression has Kind of seriousness.
Under the gaze of the insect race trialist, Ash Gogol’s appearance suddenly became blurred, like a piece of colored paint falling into the water, all kinds of colors spread at the same time, the entire The world suddenly became blurred.
Insect race trialist was taken aback, as if he wanted to say something. Just opened his mouth, his expression gradually became dull, his eyes became hollow, and the whole person stood in the center of the beam of light. It's like a corpse that has lost its soul.
The golden streamer tied to the wrist suddenly emits a bright golden light .
This golden light is dazzling and magnificent, and at a certain moment, it was briefly pressed. The brilliance of the beam of light!
Golden light came fast, and went fast. In just a few seconds, the Altar of Doom was restored.
The golden streamer disappeared, and the wrist of the insect race trialist was empty. He bowed his head and stood on the altar blankly.
After a long time, the golden beam of light suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared again.
The sculptural insect race trialist slowly lifts the head, mechanically and stiffly, like a machine that has been in disrepair for a long time.
He lifts the head, looking towards all around blankly, and finally, his eyes fell on Ash Gogol's body.
The dilated pupils gradually gained focus, and the dull face also had expressions, and the whole person seemed to come alive suddenly.
The corner of Ash. Gogol’s mouth slightly raised:
"Slar, long time no see!"
insect race trialist eyes shrank, asked in a low voice Said: "How could it be you!"
Ashes. Gogol slightly smiled.
"Tyrant. Tonick has something to do and can’t get away, so please be here to welcome your new life!"
Insect race trialist called Slar by Ash Gogol With a gloomy expression, he lowered his head and glanced at his body.
Although this body is exactly the same as Human Race and has a 9-Layer inside, the fake is fake. Even if it is similar, this is an insect race body, not what he wants. Human Race body.
This means that even if he completes the trial, he will be teleported to the Brood of Blades by Force of Eternal, not the eternal place he wants!
"You guys even deceived me!" Slar said with a bad look in his eyes.
"Why bother about these details." Ash Gogol smiled, "Your goal is to get rid of the suppression of the eternal temple and gain true freedom. I believe this body is enough for you to achieve your goals."
Slar's eyes were like a knife, and Ash Gogol glanced at each other, and finally coldly snorted, turned and left.
Looking at the back of Slar's departure, Ash Gogol was sneaked.
"Without the blessing of eternal priesthood, what do you take to deal with us as equals."
"If it is not your memory in the endless abyss, you still have several points of value, you I really thought we would help you reincarnate?"
"Let you be arrogant for a few more days. When you leave the Land of Trial and enter my blade brood, I will let you vomit everything you know! "
"You are using the body of my insect race!"
Slar, who was successfully reincarnated, parted ways with Ash Gogol, and went straight to divide the ruins of the doomsday and the war. The ruined bridge of the sky walked over.
Slar, who was in an extremely bad mood, didn't avoid any high-risk ruins spirit territory, and traversed all the way.
The high-risk spirits who were originally extremely aggressive and bloodthirsty, did not take the initiative to attack Slar, and did not escape from a distance. They watched Slar arrogantly pass through their territory, Like looking at his own kind.
Walking on the bridge of the sky where the wind is whistling, the violent wind cannot move Slar.
He stood still in the middle of the bridge of the sky, his eyes faintly looking at the deep and dark bottomless abyss, as if he was reminiscing about something.
The strong wind blew Slar's black hair, but he couldn't blow away the hatred accumulated in his heart.
"Back then, when you two joined forces to push me down the bottomless abyss from here, I said to myself, I must come back alive!"
"I want revenge! I want revenge! Let you have a taste of being betrayed!"
"You took it from me back then, I will be little by little, take it all back!"