Chapter 408

A ran looked at the three people in front of him. The archdeacon pursed his mouth and his gentle eyes were full of pain. The other two were obviously too flustered and pinned all their morale on the archdeacon. This unimaginable guy said that the Saik order had disappeared for a period of time at the beginning of the second era. Which period did they come from? But how did they predict such a distant crisis? Why did they come forward? What do they stand for? Nine people, nine spirits? No, it's impossible

In the corner, a tall man in a black robe stood silently. Behind him, there was a dark purple wheel with Tanhua pattern on the side facing him and the world pattern on the side facing him. The strong and irreducible annihilation shadow could gush out of it and turn into numerous dignified roots to connect with the man. The face under the hood is Lu Zhengkang.

Shadow magic can summon people of different time lines.

……

The high wizard left quietly.

Jonas was stunned for a moment. He looked up at the brass God and turned his head to look at the black swamp. From his position, he could see nadian's side body. Behind the colorful rag like dust clouds, he looked like the pillar of heaven in a dream.

"It's beautiful." The boy said from the bottom of his heart. Just looking at the bronze God, his heart slowed down inexplicably. He heard another deep, empty, cold heart beat. He was resonating with him - this subtle feeling was fleeting.

At this moment, the end of the world is indeed coming. Everything falls into cold desolation and depression. The strong wind brings severe cooling, and the temperature will not be higher than three degrees Celsius. He can see the sea water when he looks down. The tsunami has just washed through here, and now the earth is exposed. Strange marine creatures are left on the surface, the mountains are cut down, and the basins are filled with sea water. It is said that it is land, but it is actually wetland .

It is estimated that the morning breeze has been broken into a layer, and even the horizon has been seriously affected. A large number of rifts are spreading in dendritic shape, and the sea water is constantly pouring in, but it doesn't mean to fill up at all.

Nain's population is estimated to have been reduced by the vast majority. Only three hours have passed. On the cosmic scale, even the blink of an eye can not be counted. The world has already ushered in the end.

Jonas saw the floating corpse thousands of miles away, and the broken materials of the house were scattered.

It's a terrible sight.

Is there a thousand people alive now? A hundred? Even less?

Wintercastle must be gone. It can't be there, let alone southheim.

Jonas counted the place names he knew one by one and estimated the number of survivors. It was like an instinctive reaction. In fact, he didn't want to think about it.

He was thinking, have you ever killed anyone?

It seems not. He's just a bystander of the killing

Some memories floated up -

the child cried to the man, and the man dried the tears on his cheek and asked softly, "what are you crying for?"

"I don't want to kill him. Can he survive?"

"Not for the time being."

"When can I?"

"When you can transcend time and space, beyond life and death."

"Well, I'll get him back later." The boy dried his tears and showed a smile again.

"If you think about it, it may be a task you can't accomplish in your life."

"When I die, I don't owe him."

This memory is like a steel needle, poking Jonas headache like a saw.

"A man should remember his promise, decide what he wants to do, and never give up."

"Sir, is there anything absolutely to be done?"

"Yes, I wrote it down in the memo. I can read it from time to time."

Jonas, covering his head, fell out of the air, and fell into the mud, covered with stains and whistling.

The wheat seeds in the grate germinate, and the green seedlings grow a short section. If you look at them carefully, they are like the lawn in spring. The tall Troll mixes the chopped malt with the foamed corn, and puts them in the bucket to soak and ferment together. When he comes back at night, he takes out the corn and malt, pours the squeezed slurry into the pot to boil, and the bubbling bubbles come out, and the hot wheat is ready to eat The smell of incense and sugar fills the stone shed, the gap between clothes and hair, the alveoli, and the whole body. The whole person is sweet

He remembered, all of them!

I didn't grow up in the crystal tower. I was a vagrant child. The boy grew up beside Mr. Baishan.

A colorful Epiphyllum quietly lit up in his eyebrows, Jonas in the light, a water lotus in the sludge, blooming today.

……

The king of shadows gazed at the remains of the order.

Lu Zhengkang has long realized that his state is not complete. He lost control of the pure land. He used to be able to hold a flower, but now he can only hold a petal. The difference is very obvious. But his shadow magic is advancing by leaps and bounds, continuously sensing thousands of time lines of himself.

After coming to the ancient scroll world, Lu Zhengkang remembers that he was born in 4e177 in a merchant family in the rift valley, and his parents disappeared during the great war. So he wandered the streets. At the age of 10, he joined the thieves' Union to help the dark elf Calia revenge. After that, he became a new generation of Nightingale and won the favor and praise of noktunar. From then on, he had a talent for shadow energy Affinity, a little study of shadow magic, made considerable achievements.With numerous thieves under his command, he gradually took control of the black thorn family and became the actual ruler of the rift valley. The name of the king of shadows spread widely in the underground world of tamril.

He had planned to unify the gray area of the sky and borrow the huge bandit group to help the magic research, and he did so, until he met the little Brighton girl named Jonas, so he entered the old age ahead of time - some people were ordinary single dads on the surface, but behind them were cruel and frightening godfather of the underworld .

Three months ago, Lu Zhengkang realized the way of CHIM. He twisted the pure land into a pipe system connecting annihilation, so that he could mobilize endless annihilation energy, and the effect was completely consistent with Magnus' eye.

One day ago, he felt that a large number of parallel world lines were disappearing, so he sneaked into the Sattar pupa. As a result, he was beaten by the four mages. After pretending to be dead, Lu Zhengkang successfully hid in the dark.

Shadow magic is not suitable for combat, and the four brothers are experienced in many battles, and their control of magic is wonderful, so the king of shadow is defeated.

But now it's his turn to play at home. In fact, the next two hundred battles of the four are just the projection of the parallel world summoned by the king of shadows, and their strength is not strong. In this process, Lu Zhengkang's chim will is constantly infiltrating into the thinking of the four.

The archdeacon integrates the crystal tower into himself. According to the hidden strength, it is the top of the second floor, while the king of shadows is the threshold just touching the second floor. It is almost impossible to kill the archdeacon. So Lu Zhengkang's plan is to inactivate the dawn magic of the crystal tower with chaotic shadows.

It's like sticking a layer of blue water film on a lake to keep the water level on the surface unchanged, but in fact slowly pumping out the water under it.

For the king of shadows, this is the way against chim, and it adheres to the most essential principle of annihilation, that is, to eliminate the possibility.

Welcome death in your dreams!

The king of shadows laughs, long live Sidious!