Chapter 1079

"... 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".

The "Virtue" of one's own existence in this world, one's own void force, one's own consciousness... Everything is gradually being swallowed, assimilated, denied and erased by the other's void force.

Empty touch is constantly eroding their own existence. There is a blank in consciousness, and all memories are blurred bit by bit, and finally disappear.

The struggling body showed a confused expression on the twisted face, followed by the transparency of the body bit by bit until

Completely fade.

The four evil gods... Rely on the existence of the aggregate of all selfish desires and ambitions in the world... "The last shadow"... From this world, it has been erased forever.

"Diabo --?!"

The old man kneeling on the ground, "the dead" lemantes exclaimed; But before he even had time to resist, the slender walking stick hit him head-on had penetrated his throat.

"Lemantes... The famous' dead man ', a' wizard 'that appeared before the birth of the Dragon Kingdom - in a sense, you are the first to create the concept and identity of' wizard '..."

A low, groaning voice echoed in the cold wind.

Lemantes, who was pierced through his throat, was still struggling, but his haggard body was like plaster, constantly chapped and peeled, and the scattered parts were like dust floating in the snowstorm.

"It's sad... If you don't resist me... I can let you become my spokesman or incarnation in a sense... Continue to exist..."

"Valuable but tireless resistance to my existence... Lemantes... I give you the supreme honor... Fall into the void... Witness my existence in consciousness and devour the world..."

"Pa!"

With a snap of a finger, the slender walking stick running through the throat of the "dead man" returned to the hands of the bent figure.

The old man kneeling on the ground completely turned into the same white as gypsum and was torn apart in the ice and snow.

Staring at the dissipated figure, the face under the hood gave the first sigh.

"Hi!!!!!"

The roar from heaven and earth burst in the blizzard. The burly figure burning all over roared and rushed to the bent figure recklessly again.

In the roar, the earth at the foot of the figure is constantly cracking, collapsing and decomposing... It is like the embodiment of anger, rushing up to abandon everything and turning the last drop of blood in the body into fuel for fighting.

And burn it all!

But the staggering figure did not turn back, step by step to the other, never approached, and even did not look at his "existence".

The slender walking stick supports the extremely weak figure, step by step, through the place where the "last shadow" disappears, and through the remains of lemantes, the "dead man" with only fragments.

The phantom sword and Tomahawk were raised, and the raging snowstorm was stirred by the storm rolled up by the sharp blade, attacking the bent back.

"Hi!!!!!"

The roar of trembling heart sounded again.

And... The last time.

"I said..."

The bent figure stopped, seemed to be struggling, raised the slender walking stick in his hand, and muttered to himself:

"Those who hurt people with a sharp blade... Will be punished by thousands of cuts and the soul will be torn apart..."

Poof!

The words full of cold and murderous meaning fell for a moment, and the burning burly body collapsed in an instant.

Only dust remained.

The trembling right hand, some laboriously put down the slender walking stick, supporting the bent body; The vision hidden under the hood swept to the ice and snow land, and the last figure in front of him.

"It's really... It doesn't surprise me at all..." he whispered, with a murderous intention in his voice:

"Luton... The only one who stood up... But watched his companions wither... And didn't stop my existence..."

Squatting on the ground, the thin figure hiding his face hole in his arms slowly raised his eyes and looked at the cold eyes with a sad expression.

"I know, I knew from the beginning that we can't stop you - even if there is a miracle, we can't do it. It's a fact."

"But... This is also a very frustrating truth. I saw it, but I can't stop it. I can only, can only watch it come, and then... Kill all our existence!"

The thin figure - "unbeliever" Luton was in pain, and his voice was mixed with a bit of choking.

"The first wizard who has insight into the true face of 'time'... I can understand your pain... Your pain has exceeded the existence of many consciousness... But... Unfortunately... It is still one step away..."

The bent figure whispered, like the judge of the trial: "your eyes see the truth... But because you see too many truths... You lose the driving force to move forward..."

"Wisdom is never a gift... A burden... A pain... If you can't bear the pain and burden... You can't take the first step on this ferocious and rugged road..."

"In the end... I'm just a mediocre..."

The withered right hand stretched out his cloak and wanted to hold down the top of the "unbeliever", but he stretched out his hand to stop it.

"But there are still forces in the world that can stop you - not from this world, but from another world, strangers who are not bound by the laws of this world."

"His future does not belong to the world, so it may still stop you or even replace you!" Luton cried, not knowing whether it was fear or anger, or sympathy for the person in front of him:

"Your future may still be ended by him!"

The figure in the cloak nodded slightly, pushed away the "unbeliever" Luton's hand slightly, and pressed the withered palm on his head:

"I know... This is Asriel's trick... And that's why I'll come back... I've calculated his idea... A move he'll do..."

"He will stop me... Desperate to stop me... So as long as I find him... Defeat him... I can get the second nine pointed star Holy Grail hidden by you and the Dragon Kingdom... And then..."

"Devour the world..."

Call——

The weeping "unbeliever" Luton turned into snow under the withered palm; The rolled up snowflakes brushed the cheeks of the bent figure and blew the hood off.

Francis... "Black cross" serliol sneered, gently grasped the snow in his palm and stopped at the tip of his nose.

This familiar void reaction... Can't be wrong, it's definitely his power.

"Loren Turin..."

Looking up, serlior turned his eyes to the south, overlooking the white snow like earth, towering glaciers and lead gray dark clouds

His vision seemed to have passed through all this, locking in a familiar figure who obstructed himself again and again in his memory and survived successfully.

"Don't worry..."

"I... serlio... Come to you now..."