Chapter 1046 (1/2)
”The contest of void power, in the final analysis... Is the contest of strength.”
On the eastern battlefield of blood skeleton Valley, when the black haired wizard launched the magic array of silent dream, he suddenly remembered the ”teaching” of mentor Dalton kand.
I have to say that his concise and clear tone, as clear as knife cutting and axe carving, is really easy to impress.
”No matter how the form changes, no matter how thorough the understanding, no matter whether the level is high or shallow - the big devours the small, the strong suppresses the weak, the close destroys the loose... The force of emptiness is such an unreasonable force.”
”When you encounter that you can't use the power of void, spells, runes and alchemy items are completely invalid or distorted...”
”Don't doubt, that's not the force you can fight - the purest battle between the forces of emptiness is so cruel and direct.”
”The strong win, the weak die.”
Pale - if vampires can be pale - the last shadow apostles looked around in panic, but there was nothing but darkness.
Light, temperature, impurities in the air... None.
Most importantly, it found that it could not feel the slightest force of emptiness!
This is simply impossible - as an apostle of an evil god, it should be able to feel the power of emptiness filling its body all the time;
It's just as ridiculous that human beings can't breathe.
What's going on... Hard, am I... I'm dead?
By a human being, just a human being
”No doubt, you're still alive.”
The voice of the dark haired wizard came without a trace of emotion.
”But you're dying.”
The apostles of the last shadow were very sad.
The invisible darkness, like octopus with tentacles, constantly devours the ”existence” of Vampires - the terrified end shadow apostles find that their consciousness is gradually disappearing, and the original clear memory is gradually blurred.
”The strong win, the weak die... In other words, if you want to defeat the guy composed of the force of emptiness, in fact, you just need to completely devour it with a stronger and closer force of emptiness.”
”There's no need to 'kill' so much trouble.”
The panicked end shadow apostle began to struggle desperately, but the more it struggled, the faster it found that it ”dissipated”.
Oneself... Descartes... Defeated by a human... With the force of emptiness?
It's impossible, it's impossible! I... I can't accept it. I will never accept such an ending!
The apostle of the shadow at the end of the four gods, the great Descartes, I can't be defeated by a human in this humiliating way!
I... Descartes, the apostle of the last shadow, will not die at the hands of a human!
How could this be the end of the great Apocalypse apostle!
I... wait!
Vampires struggling desperately in the ”dark” showed a trace of confusion on their faces.
Who am I?
By the way, I am the great four gods, the apostle of the last shadow... What?
I am the vampire Descartes, Descartes who has lived for thousands of years. I am... Yes... What is it?!
Why am I here?
What happened, why don't I know, what's going on... Did I... Cross?
The more thinking, the more confused Descartes, gradually swallowed up; Even the head of desperately thinking has become dark and transparent.
”Pa!”
The dark haired wizard snapped his fingers and everything disappeared.
In an instant, the thinking Descartes fell into darkness.
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The battlefield to the west of blood skeleton valley.
After making great sacrifices, the garrison of blood skeleton Valley finally stood firm and formed a solid shield wall led by hundreds of demon hunters, barely controlling the war.
But even without being reminded, Eckert, Earl of fury castle, knew that it was only temporary; The enemy's endless strength will sooner or later break through this fragile defense line;
Needless to say, if you kill all the thousands of soldiers, as long as you tire them alive, the demon army can win.
In fact, in the initial deduction, the blood skeleton Valley garrison made the worst plan - on the premise of not breaking the deadlock and being pushed all the way by the demon army, the longest time that the blood skeleton Valley garrison with less than 10000 people can persist is only half a day!
Of course, even the worst of all the plans, the blood skeleton Valley garrison still has an alternative retreat... But if it can, count Eckert still hopes to win.
Eckert... No, it should be that all Byrne people who are willing to come here and who have not been able to come to this ancient battlefield have the same desire to witness the glory of the tenth generation black Duke again, bloom on this land again, and see the victory of... Miracle with their own eyes again.
Let's create this miracle with our own hands.
Take a deep breath, the count of anger castle took the flag from the fallen soldiers, and his sore arm raised the flag soaked with blood.
”Long live the Empire --!”
”Dang --!”
Two silver lights flashed at the same time, and the Tomahawk and dagger wantonly splashed with a sense of killing, and the uninterrupted fire bloomed between ice and snow.
Both sides have completely given up the intention of killing with one shot, or each attack is a chop with absolute killing intention, pouring out all their killing intention without concealment.
The flat slope under our feet has long become a messy battlefield with potholes.
”Boom --!”
The battle axe fell sharply, and the cracked sand and stone spread around like countless arrow rain; At almost the same moment, a sharp sword waving ”sword net” was spread out in front of the leaping thin figure, and then stabbed straight into the face of the tyrannical apostle.
Poof!
The escaped attack left only a blood mark on the face of the tyrannical apostle, and also exposed the flaw that could not be dodged immediately; The next second, the long handle of the recovered Tomahawk was severely drawn on the chest of the grey pupil boy.
”Bang --!”
Lucian, who fell to the ground like a stone cannon, unexpectedly stood still and did not fall down. His gray blue eyes Rose wildly and still stared at the figure of the tyrannical apostle.
”The reaction is very fast. I thought there would be some results this time!”
The right hand holding the sword rubbed the blood at the corners of his mouth at will, and the gray pupil smiled indifferently; However, compared with the same expression just now, the body is already scarred, almost covered with Cyans and wounds from head to foot, and the dark blue hair is wet and dripping with blood from the forehead.
His ragged coat and armor had already been stripped off by him, and his exposed chest fluctuated violently - whether physical strength or energy, had already reached the limit. Even if he fainted directly in the next second, Lucian didn't think there was anything strange.
Having already opened the power of evil gods, quigo, the tyrannical apostle wrapped in black thread, was also staring coldly at the every move of the gray pupil boy; It just doesn't understand why this guy who is dead all over is still alive.
The indomitable fighting spirit is worthy of admiration;
However, the strong will can not bridge the gap between each other's strength - the self sheltered by the ”tyrant” gowaite is absolutely crushing each other's existence in the power of emptiness.