Chapter 1079
"...sadly, a wild dog without an owner...tell me...do you feel that you are particularly like the incarnation of justice..."
"...this kind of The idea of superiority, occupying the moral high ground, believe oneself infallible and supercilious...Does it make you feel great..."
"...No one can bring justice, no one can make this world respect... To make her respect, awe, fear, shiver coldly...you must crush her thoroughly, ravage her, conquer her..."
"...Now I...suddenly open up..."
Some of the broken, only fragments of flashback memories, continue to flood into the consciousness of the rickety silhouette; it seems that because of the huge void reaction of the ruins of the giant dragon king city, his own Void Power has also been affected. There have been some fluctuations.
Perhaps it is really because the memory is too strong, and his own Void Power is too large, so that a certain one-armed Knight, a sword standing afterimage appeared in front of him.
"...No, I just feel sad...for someone who once regarded faith as everything, but eventually betrayed his belief...I feel sad..."
One-armed Knight’s Words, like echoes in my mind, kept reverberating.
"...Because your belief...is a complete lie..."
Damn it!
The face under the hood twitched slightly, revealing a trace of hideousness.
Those deep-rooted images seem to be wounds in the deepest part of consciousness, which cannot be healed and cannot be obliterated.
Although the enemy in front of you is basically the same as the ant, it is a taboo to distract the gods when fighting. Even the ants can catch a weak spot that they can take advantage of... But anyway, He just couldn't flash back these fragments and expel them from his mind.
"He is distracted, it is now!"
Diabo's cries rang out in the blizzard, followed by a trembling roar of Heaven and Earth.
"Hi Ahhhhhhh——!!!"
The roaring burly silhouette rushed out from the blizzard, and the flesh-impregnated plasma burned like flames, flowing into blood vessels from the wound, Pour into the heart, and then spread to every corner of the body.
Left hand battle axe, right hand great sword;
Blood all over, blood is like fire;
The furious "tyrant" will blow the blizzard like a burning torch Torn to pieces, he rushed towards the rickety silhouette facing the face.
The big sword and battle axe fell down at the same time; just before hitting the rickety silhouette, they were stopped by the raised slender cane, and a low, soft moan came from under the hood.
"I said...sword-wielder...must be held by the past..."
"pu ——!"
A bunch of bloody afterimages penetrate The invisible barrier can be wiped lightly from the cheek of the rickety silhouette.
Damn... the twin pupils under the hood flashed a trace of hideousness.
Those memories that can't be shaken off actually give one's own strength a weak spot.
"Gewait!"
"Hi Ahhhhhhh——!!!"
The furious roar turned into the afterimage of golden red, Roaring has rushed to the front of the rickety silhouette; the tip of the Phantom Greatsword is facing his chest.
"Clang——!"
The violent impact played the note of metal collision-the moment the sword tip touched the silhouette, it was blocked by an invisible ripple Down.
But the "tyrant" did not stop, even faster than before!
I don’t care if it is hit, or if it is stopped by the opponent, just keep attacking like this, crazy! attack!
At the moment the sharp blade was swung, the burning plasma of that burly body seemed to be more violent than before, and the flame-like gold red became closer to pure gold, and even to the dazzling white.
"Hey Ahhhhhhh——!!!"
The opening and closing movements, the crazy movements, seem to be boiling in the burning tendon and plasma, desperately towards it. The seemingly small silhouette slashed, pouring out all the power that a Knight who was on the verge of death could pouring out at the last moment of his life was about to end.
That is the power that...went but never returned.
"Boom——————!!!"
The "solitary tower" towering at the feet of the rickety silhouette began to waver-if even this last place The foothold is also destroyed, and the five silhouettes will all fall into the tiankeng abyss of the ruins of the giant dragon king city.
so that's how it is …The clear comprehension flashed in his mind, let him know the plans of the four Evil Gods.
For these fallen Evil Gods, they are already condensed from the memories of this life, and their bodies have no meaning to them; but for themselves who have just returned from the void, if the material world If his body is destroyed, there is a risk of falling into the void again.
Did you... plan like this?
Feeling the violent tremor under his feet, the face under the hood evoked a sneer.
"Hey aaahhhh——!!!"
The body that has completely turned into a dazzling white and roars constantly, the ripples in front of the rickety silhouette are already full of cracks The trace, as if just another hard blow, it can be completely destroyed.
The frantically roaring "tyrant" completely obliterated his original consciousness and became the "reliance" for his existence in this world-the last fighting intent of the dying.
Roaring, roaring, and desperately trying to smash the phantom into the thin silhouette.
"Bang——pa!"
The faint ripples resembled glass, shattering in response; the phantom battle axe and the big sword were raised again, and then slammed down !
"pa!"
The slender cane that was raised above his head gently poke the burly body of the "tyrant".
Not good!
"The Ender" Diapo's expression changed in shock, and the blood colored afterimage surrounding his body rushed toward the cane.
"Govait, get out of the way! He wants to..."
Bang!
The voice stopped abruptly, and the "Ender" who was stunned suddenly twitched like a throat, and his wide-open eyes were filled with emotions of horror.
The face under the hood slowly lifted, looking coldly towards Diapo, who was struggling and convulsing violently, and his left hand, which was always hanging on his side, was raised slightly, palm making a virtual grip shape.
"I said...Diapo...in my world...a place where there is no selfish desire..." The croaking silhouette heard a whispered word:
"So... I must swallow your Void Power completely, obliterate your existence and consciousness...make you... a part of me..."
"I speak and do..."
The terrified "Ender" Diapo gradually distorted his expression, assaults the senses of unprecedented helplessness-unlike fear, he could feel that he was becoming "empty", "fuzzy", and "difficult to judge" .
The "reliance" of my own existence in this world, my own Void Power, my own consciousness... everything is gradually being swallowed, assimilated, denied, and obliterated by the opponent's Void Power.
The sense of emptiness is constantly eroding my existence, my consciousness is blank, and all the memories of little by little are blurred, and finally disappeared.
The body that kept struggling, the distorted face showed a confused expression, followed by the little by little transparency of the body, until...
It faded completely.
Four Evil Gods... relying on the existence of a collection of all lusts and ambitions in the world... "Enders"... From in this world, they are forever obliterated.
"Diapo——?!"
The old man kneeling on the ground, the "dead man" Lemantes cry out in surprise; but he didn't even have time to resist , The oncoming slender cane has penetrated his throat.
"Lemantes...the famous'dead', the'wizard' that appeared before the giant dragon kingdom was born-in a sense, you were the first to create' Wizard'The existence of concept and identity..."
The low and moaning voice echoed in the cold wind.
Lemantes, who was pierced through his throat, is still struggling, but his withered body is like plaster, constantly cracking and peeling, and the scattered parts are like dust. Drifting in the blizzard.
"It's sad...If you don't resist me...I can make you my spokesperson or incarnation in a sense...continue to exist..."
" Valuable but tirelessly resisting my existence...Lemantes...I give you the honor of Supreme...Falling into the void... Witness my existence in consciousness to devour this world..."
"pa!"
With a light snap of his fingers, the slender cane that pierced the throat of the "dead man" returned to the rickety silhouette's hand.
The old man kneeling on the ground has completely turned into a white like plaster, all split up and in pieces in the snow and ice.
Staring at the dissipated silhouette, the face under the hood let out the first sigh.
"Hey aaahhhh ah——!!!"
The roar resounding through Heaven and Earth, bursting in the blizzard, the burly silhouette roaring all over, ignoring once again Everything rushed towards the rickety silhouette.
In the roar, the ground under the silhouette is constantly cracking, collapsing, and disintegrating...like an incarnation of anger, abandoning everything and rushing up, turning the last drop of blood in the body into a fight. fuel.
Then all burned out!
But the staggered silhouette didn't look back. The step by step towards the other has never been close, and he didn't even look at his "existence".
The slender cane supports the extremely weak silhouette, step by step, walk past the place where the "Ender" disappeared, and walk past the remains of the "dead" Lemantes with only fragments left. .
The Great Phantom Sword and Battle Axe were raised, and the raging blizzard was stirred by the storm rolled up by the blade, and struck towards the rickety back.
"Hey aaahhhh——!!!"
The roar of trembling heart sounded again.
Also... the last time it sounded.
"I said..."
The rickety silhouette stood still, seemingly struggling to raise the slender cane in his hand, muttering to himself:
"Anyone who wounds someone with a sharp blade...will suffer the punishment of chopped up ten-thousand times by a thousand blades, soul all split up and in pieces..."
Puff————!
The words filled with cold killing intent fell for an instant, and the burning burly body instantly disintegrated.
Only dust is left.
The trembling right hand, with some difficulty, put down the slender cane to support the rickety body; the gaze hidden under the hood swept toward the ice and snow, the last one was in front of him Silhouette of.
"Really...it didn't surprise me at all..." He said softly, with a killing intent in his voice:
"Luton...only one stood up...but watched. With my companions dying...and did not stop my existence..."
The thin silhouette who squatted on the ground and hid his face between his arms, slowly raised his eyes and looked up with a sad expression. towards those cold eyes.
"I know, I know from the very beginning, we are impossible to stop your pace-even if a miracle does happen, we will never be able to do this, this is a fact."
p>"But...this is also an extremely frustrating truth. I saw it, but I can’t stop it. I can only watch it come, and then... kill all of our existence. !"
Skinny silhouette - "Believeless" Luton said with great pain, his voice mixed with a bit of choking.
"The first wizard to gain insight into the true face of'time'...I can understand your pain...your pain has surpassed the existence of many consciousnesses...but...unfortunately...still one step away..."
The rickety silhouette whispered, like a judge on trial: "Your eyes see the truth...but because you see too much truth...you have lost the motivation to move forward..."
"Wisdom is never a gift...it is a burden...it is pain...being unable to bear this pain and burden...it will not be able to take the first step on this rugged and rugged road..."
"In the end...it's just an attempt nothing and accomplish nothing..."
The withered right hand stretched out the cloak, trying to hold the top of the "unbelievers", but he stretched out his hand to stop him.
"But there is still power in the world that can stop you-not from this world, but from another world, a stranger who is not bound by the laws of this world at all."
"His future is not under the control of this world, so it is still possible to stop you, or even replace you!" Luton cried, not knowing whether it was because of fear or anger, or his sympathy for the person in front of him:
"Your future may still be ended by him!"
The cloaked silhouette, slightly nodded, pushed away the hand of Luton the "Unbeliever" with a little bit of force , Pressed his withered palm on top of his head:
"I know...this is Asriel's trick...and the reason I will come back...I counted his thoughts... counted the one he would do Act..."
"He will stop me...recklessly stop me...so as long as I find him...defeat him...you can get the second Nine Lights hidden by you and the giant dragon kingdom. The Holy Grail of Stars...and..."
"Swallow this world..."
Huh——
The crying "Faithless" Luton, in the withered Under the palm of the hand, it turned into blizzard; the rolled snow flicked across the rickety silhouette's cheek, blowing off the hood.
Farnesis …"Black Cross" Serol sneered, gently grasping the snow in his palm, and stopped at the tip of his nose.
This incomparably familiar void response...can't be wrong, it's definitely his power.
"Loren ·Torino..."
lifts the head, Seriol's gaze turned to the south, looking at the clean white as snow, the towering glaciers and lead Grey dark clouds...
His sight seems to have passed through all of this, firmly locked in a certain memory that has blocked himself time and time again, and has successfully survived the familiar silhouette.
"Don't worry..."
"I...Serel...I will come to you..."