Chapter 1178

In front of Golovin Cathedral, serlior, standing on the edge of the "giant tower", narrowed his eyes and looked down at the city at his feet.

His city.

He can clearly feel that he controls every plant, every corner, every brick and stone of the city... Even every life, living or dead, is under his control.

It's completely different from the dream of gathering information in the void.

My emotions are fluctuating violently and getting more and more out of control... Maybe it's because of the sense of achievement of the goal to be achieved, or maybe it's from the humble and unwilling ambition of fascism.

But either way, your body is gradually changing - which is also a price. At the same time, it will pay to bear two completely contradictory forces.

Except... Loren Turin.

Seryol frowned slightly.

Once upon a time, I was full of expectation and desire for him. The body that does not abide by the rules of the world is the container that most conforms to the "body" controlling the world - if he can obediently obey his destiny, why should he occupy a humble mortal body?

With a sigh, serliol shook his head... No, he gave him too many opportunities, even allowing him to become an existence that can challenge and threaten himself, and a weapon used by those stubborn rebels to hurt themselves.

Destroy him, ravage him, wipe him out completely, and let him disappear in despair... Only in this way can those stupid people understand what price they have to pay to resist themselves.

A mere stranger from other worlds also wants to challenge himself who is about to become the master of the world?

Just a stranger

Stranger

"Boom -"

Purple lightning fell from the sky and smashed a boulder on the edge of the cathedral; The elf girl close at hand was scared to death, shivering and curled up behind serlior.

"Sheila."

"Yes, yes!" the elf girl who heard her name quickly replied, her knees and elbows supporting her curled little body, bent down and moved quickly in the direction of serlior.

"Next, I'm going to enter the church." serliol looked down at the elf girl who was respectful to him like a dead object

"You stay here and don't allow anyone in or out."

In and out... Sheila's expression changed slightly, trying to hide her inner panic.

Listening to the tone of the other party, it seems that not only outsiders will attack, but even guys who escape from the cathedral.

And I will stay here alone and block these two groups of people - Imperial soldiers, wizards, oath knights, night watchmen and demon hunters, maybe dragons... And Loren Turin.

An elf girl who guessed what she would end up in a second. Her body trembled even more.

"Yes, you will die." the indifferent serlio, at a glance, pierced the inner fear of the elf girl: "but I will definitely reward those who are loyal to work."

"Stop them, I'll make you the Azores eagle king of the next era... After conquering the saxophone empire with your own power."

The voice fell, and almost at the same time, the elf girl widened her eyes in shock.

"Go through another invasion and attack war, turn the war around with one's own strength, and become the hero of the Azores. The eagle king abdicates and gives way to the sages, wins the crown, and makes the once high adults obedient to you, and the once thorns grovel to you... This is your thirst, isn't it?"

A cold sneer flashed across serliol's cheek.

Yes, that's their tragedy.

The existence of the material world is always eager to get more material and control other life;

The existence of the void world is always eager to get more information and control over other existence;

Because of their inherent limitations, their ambitions and aspirations can always be confined to one domain - huge information can never be fully utilized, and mountains of materials can never be used only a small part; Obviously, it is impossible to really control such a huge power, or the tireless pursuit

They are always so stupid and ridiculous, always so easy to be satisfied and used.

"Stay here and don't allow anyone in and out... I'll meet your wishes."

"Yes!"

The fairy girl quickly promised to sink her head and stick it to the ground to express her loyalty.

The expressionless serlior stopped looking at her, looked up at the gloven Cathedral close at hand, and walked to the church gate step by step.

"Pa!"

Heavy footsteps on the steps.

"Pa!"

Blood splashed from the steps, reddening the edges of his boots and the hem of his robe.

The indifferent serlior, like deliberately, deliberately set his foot on the blood of the oath Knight every time.

"Pa!"

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"Boom --!!!"

There was another roar, and huge tentacles fell from the sky, raising bursts of smoke and dust in the sand of the arena.

The red haired girl who clenched her teeth was bumped away by the rolled up air wave, forcing her body to maintain her balance and facing the oncoming black shadow of the second knife.

Time seems to be extremely slow at this moment, so slow that vera can even clearly feel the movement of every muscle and the flow of every drop of blood.

And the touch and weight of the "bright silver" sword handle held by yourself from the palm.

"Poof!"

The gray blue sword light flashed in the air and divided the tentacle into two.

The body fell from the air, and Vera could not see the previous despair and confusion in her eyes, which rolled awkwardly on the sand. Her bleeding eyes were like staring at the prey, staring at the huge figure of the evil god's body.

Because she knew that she had no way back.

The periphery of the arena has been surrounded by thousands of rotten corpse demons. The only end is to be torn alive by them;

The only way is to try our best to kill the mindless monster in front of us, and then kill a path of blood when the rotten corpse demons rush in outside.

As for what to do and where to go after "killing a trail of blood"... Vera didn't count at all. She couldn't think of such a far place.

If only Edward were there. If there was a guy who was always afraid of trouble but had a good mind, he wouldn't have to think about these things at all. He could fight the enemy wholeheartedly.

Thinking wildly, the red haired girl could dodge the tentacles swept from the top of her head; The long sword parried by the left hand tore open the surface of the tentacle and sprayed blood and thick slurry.

"Ah!"

Vera, who was stained with pus, screamed and rushed aside with the urge to vomit.

The stinky pus is disgusting, but more importantly, it is so strong that it erodes the human body like the actual force of emptiness.

"Boom --!!"

With a roar, the originally flat sand finally sank down.

Almost at the same time, the thick tentacle immediately ejected two branches, intertwined up and down, and attacked the red haired girl.

Lying on the ground, the retching Vera quickly got up and ran away without forgetting to throw a "force impact" behind her.

Poof!

The transparent air wave sweeps past and cuts off one of them - the force impact "improved" by night watchman Edward is launched with a sword edge. As long as the air wave is fast and sharp enough, it can even cut gold and iron.

Vera, whose eyes widened, tried her best to suppress her physical discomfort;

In order to escape here, I have used too many high-level magic spells and bright silver lightsabers. My spiritual power has approached the limit. If I continue, I will be completely swallowed up by the power of emptiness sooner or later.

"Bang!"

Obviously, the severed tentacles are still moving, and the red haired girl who can't dodge will fly.

Vera, who didn't even scream, just felt unconscious, falling like a broken sack, rolling on the sand and rolling up bursts of dust.

"Ha... Ha... Ha..."

Breathing heavily, Vera with severe chest pain climbed up in a daze. In her uncertain vision, she could only see another or several dark shadows attacking her.

Cannot fall;

I... can't just fall down meaninglessly;

At least, at least, must

Kill this monster and go to hell.

"Ah ah..."

The screaming red haired girl stood up by her will and roared at her tentacles. There were two more gray and blue patterns just below her eyes.

Higher order magic spell, beyond perception.

"Poof --!"

The gray blue sword awn lit up again and divided the tentacle stabbed at the red haired girl in two from the middle, and the pus and blood rained down.

Almost at the same time, Vera's figure had disappeared from the original place and ran towards the body of the evil god's body along the direction of the tentacle.

The body of an evil god... Even if it is powerful and a monster gathered by the force of emptiness, it is also controlled by a simple condensed "consciousness", and the position of the "consciousness" is at the top of its body, its head

So it's easy.

Rush up and cut off its head!

The running figure pulled the gray blue streamer and ran all the way to the torn tentacles directly above the body piled with blood and flesh.

"Boom --!!"

The body of the evil god began to fight back, full of abscesses. One tentacle after another spewed out of the muddy body, and attacked the red haired girl like an arrow rain from all possible angles.

There's nowhere to hide, so don't hide.

"Poof --! Poop poop..."

The gray blue sword awn dances in Willa's hands, sweeping, stabbing and splitting.

She is like a dancer. The gray and blue light is constantly swimming around her body. With the speed and flexibility unmatched by ordinary people's vision and response, she completes wonderful and accurate standard actions again and again - any touch that is about to touch her body is blocked by one step.

Dodge, break through, run, and run straight. The gray blue sword is like an arrow shooting at the door of the evil god's body. No matter what is in front, it will be torn to pieces.

The red haired girl covered with pus is biting her teeth. Her body on the verge of collapse can clearly feel the energy being consumed rapidly and the empty power that has begun to erode her body.

That feeling is like countless insects are swallowing and biting their own brain and flesh. The pain is indescribable.

I... probably didn't hope to leave here alive.

Leaving Peter FASA behind and refusing to listen to Edward himself, he will eventually pay the price for his willfulness and stubbornness, and die penniless in this damn place.

The red haired girl raised her face, which had been covered with blood, and her red eyes stared at the top of the evil god's body.

But ah... Just because there is no hope, we can be more reckless... Kill you bastard!

"Boom --!!"

"Ah, ah, ah --!!!"

The roar of the evil god's body and Vera's roar sounded over the arena at the same time.

The two strongest tentacles, one left and one right, exploded into tens of millions of small tentacles in the air and swept towards the red haired girl who had rushed to the head of the blood god's body.

Once, you have only one chance.

The bright silver of the right hand was changed to the "caster" of the left hand. The gray blue sword was lit up again, and different from the past, the sword began to tremble.

"Poof --! Poop poop..."

The shooting tentacle exploded pieces of pus on the body of the evil god's body, and from time to time wiped the red haired girl's figure that was no longer dodging and running blindly, tearing open one blood mark after another.

Soon, soon.

It's... Within ten steps.

Vera put up the sword with her hands, made a straight stab, and aimed at the head of the evil god's body.

Then he jumped up.

"Death -- ah --!!!"

Bang -!

A sudden tentacle pulled the red haired girl away.

"Click!"

When she hit her tentacle, there was a clear sound of broken bones - Willa, who was biting her teeth to endure pain, twisted her arms and wrists into shape and "spun" in the air at an absolutely abnormal angle. The uncontrolled and loosened palm, together with the sharp blade in her hand, also came out with her.

The gray blue sword, which exudes incomparable rage and can tear up all forces, revolves in the air, dissipates gradually, and then falls directly below.

For a moment, Vera's face was like ashes.

It's over, it's over... The last blow of my life is over.

Staring at the falling sword is like staring at the last despair.

No, no, no, this is already me, i

It's the last thing I can do!

"Ah ah...!!"

Unwilling and desperate screams echoed in the roar of the evil god's body.

At this moment, at the next second

"Dang --!"

The clear and sweet song suddenly sounded.

Huh?!

Vera, who thought she was just hearing, opened her eyes, flashed a white light, and accurately hit the tail of the "bright silver" sword handle.

The flashing gray blue sword is like a meteor pulling up the white tail flame, rising up again.

Across the sky!