Chapter 1079 (1/2)
”... sadly, a wild dog without a master... Tell me... Do you feel like the embodiment of justice...”
”... does this sense of superiority, the idea of occupying the moral commanding height, self righteous and arrogant... Make you feel great...”
”... no one can bring justice, no one can make the world respect... If you want her to respect, fear, fear and tremble... You must completely crush her, ravage her and conquer her...”
”... now I'm... Suddenly enlightened...”
Some broken, only fragments of flashback memory, constantly pouring into the consciousness of rickety figure; It seems that because of the huge void reaction of the ruins of the Dragon King City, his own void power has also been affected and fluctuated a little.
Maybe it's because the memory is too strong, and his own power of emptiness is too huge, so that there is a remnant image of a one armed Knight standing with a sword in front of him.
”... no, I just feel sad... Sad for a man who once regarded faith as everything, but finally betrayed his faith...”
The words of the one armed Knight echoed like an echo in his mind.
”... because your faith... Is a complete lie...”
damn!
The face under the hood twitched slightly, revealing a trace of ferocity.
Those deep-rooted images seem to be the deepest wounds of consciousness, which can not be healed and can not be erased.
Although the enemy in front of him is basically the same as the mole ants, God is a taboo when fighting. Even the mole ants can catch a flaw that they can take advantage of... But in any case, he just can't flash back these fragments and expel them from his mind.
”He's distracted, right now!”
Diabo's cry sounded in the snowstorm, followed by a trembling roar.
”Hi!!!!!”
The roaring burly figure rushed out of the blizzard, and the blood plasma soaked in skin and flesh burned like a flame, flowing into blood vessels from the wound, into the heart, and then transmitted to every corner of the whole body.
Left hand battle axe, right hand big sword;
Bathed in blood, blood like fire;
The furious ”tyrant” tore the snowstorm to pieces like a burning torch and rushed towards the bent figure.
The big sword and axe fall down at the same time; The moment before he hit the bent figure, he was stopped by the raised slender walking stick, and the low sound of singing came from under his hood.
”I said... Those who wield swords... Will be killed by all previous posts...”
”Poof --!”
A bunch of blood colored shadows penetrated the invisible barrier and gently rubbed the cheeks of the bent figure.
Damn it... The two pupils under the hood flashed a trace of ferocity.
Those memories that can't be thrown away have made a flaw in their strength.
”Govait!”
”Hi!!!!!”
The furious roar turned into a golden red shadow, and the roar had rushed to the front of the bent figure; The tip of the phantom sword was facing his chest.
”Dang --!”
The violent impact played the note of metal collision - the moment before the sword tip touched the figure, it was stopped by invisible ripples.
But the ”tyrant” did not stop, even faster than before!
I don't care whether I hit or not, whether I was stopped by the other party, so I keep attacking, crazy! Attack!
At the moment of wielding the sharp blade, the plasma burned by the burly body seemed to be more violent than before, and the flame like golden red was closer and closer to pure gold, even the dazzling white.
”Hi!!!!!”
The action of opening and closing, crazy action, as if boiling in the burning tendons and plasma, recklessly slashed at the seemingly small figure, pouring out all the strength that a knight on the verge of war could pour out at the last moment of his life.
That's... The power to fight until you die.
”Boom --!!”
The ”solitary tower” towering at the foot of the bent figure began to shake - if even the last foothold was destroyed, the five figures would fall into the Tiankeng abyss of the ruins of the Dragon King City.
I see... A flash of insight in his mind let him know the plans of the four evil gods.
For these fallen evil gods, they are only the existence condensed by the memory of this world, and the body has no meaning to them; But for the self who has just returned from the void, if the body of the material world is destroyed, there is a risk of falling back into the void.
Are you... Going to do that?
Feeling the violent tremor under his feet, the face under his hood aroused a sneer.
”Hi!!!!!”
The body, which had completely turned into dazzling white, kept roaring. The ripples in front of the bent figure were full of cracks, as if it could be completely destroyed with one more blow.
The crazy roaring ”tyrant” completely wiped out his original consciousness and became the ”Virtue” of his existence in this world - the last war intention of the dying.
Roaring, roaring, desperate to turn the phantom into a sharp blade and smash it at the thin and bent figure.
”Bang - PA!”
The light ripples, like glass, broke in response to the sound; The phantom Tomahawk and the sword are raised again, and then smashed down!
”Pa!”
The slender walking stick raised above his head gently stabbed the burning burly body of the ”tyrant”.
No!
”The last shadow” Diabo's expression changed, and the bloody shadow around his body rushed towards the walking stick.
”Gowaite, get out of the way! He's going to...”
Bang!
The voice suddenly stopped, and the ”end shadow” who suddenly shook was like being gripped by his throat, convulsing violently, and his wide eyes were filled with fear.
The face under the hood was raised slowly, and looked coldly at Diabo, who was struggling and twitching violently. The left hand hanging on the side of the body was raised slightly, and the palm was in a virtual grip.
”I said... Diabo... In my world... There is no place for selfish desires...” whispered from the bent figure:
”So... I must completely devour your empty power, erase your existence and consciousness... And turn you... Into a part of me...”
”I do what I say...”
Diabo, the frightened ”terminator”, gradually distorted his expression and felt an unprecedented sense of helplessness - unlike fear, he could feel that he was becoming ”nothingness”, ”fuzzy” and ”difficult to judge”.