Chapter 1185

Purple electric light runs through the sky, and the light devours and annihilates everything.

Fleeting.

The light is scattered, the magnificent temple is burning... The broken wall, the solemn Holy Cross sculpture, the main altar... Everything is burning, and the red floor tiles emit a rolling heat wave, scattering ashes in the air.

Serlior in the sea of fire turned and stared at the Holy Cross sculpture. His expression was no longer crazy or sarcastic, but calm and nostalgic.

The eyes full of nostalgia are like looking at another... Who used to be.

Once, full of dreams and hopes.

At that time, I had fantasized about the world and believed that I would create an eternal and eternal system and system to keep the world going forever.

I make the two worlds separate, integrate, interact and contact... All kinds of methods, but the final outcome is surprisingly the same.

the end or doom.

The end of endless self destruction.

Maybe it's your own fault, maybe it's because of yourself... But when you master all this, you realize that destruction is inevitable and not far in the future.

And his last attempt, his last effort... Still didn't help, and even accelerated the progress of all this.

So serliol... Black cross... Gave up.

Control the void and rule the two realms... Completely integrate your own consciousness into the world and make it become a part of yourself. All problems will be solved, and all dangers will no longer be dangers, and will be eliminated in the embryonic stage by yourself.

The world will usher in a new era under its own control.

"This is my final reply to you... Who I used to be."

Gazing at the burning statue of the Holy Cross, serliol said to himself, "I will do what you have never done, I will achieve what you dream, and I will... Become the world."

"You will think I'm wrong and crazy... It doesn't matter. You can stop, resist and struggle to death, and I'll accompany you; because the facts will prove that my decision... Is correct."

"You are wrong."

Murmuring seryol raised his right hand and reached for the burning Holy Cross sculpture - the destroyed temple, which could not suppress the overflowing force of emptiness.

The other nine pointed star Holy Grail is in it.

Loren Turin tried hard to hide, even to the nine pointed star Holy Grail, which had to hint to himself. From the beginning... From the day the Dragon Queen went south, she was hidden here to hide its existence according to the law established by the Holy Cross.

Deceive yourself with the power you have created, and even make yourself unable to guess in this direction... Darkness under the light is indeed an eternal truth.

Squinting his eyes, serliol slowly looked back and stared at the figure approaching him from beyond the sea of fire.

"Huh?!"

Sergio's face changed suddenly.

This... How is it possible?!

"Nothing is impossible."

The leisurely Eckhardt desallion stepped into the sea of fire and stared at serliol with calm eyes: "in the void, the strong crush the weak; in the material field, all existence must follow the facts and objective rules; the cowardly and weak have the possibility to kill the strong man with a sharp blade."

"As I said, the 'black cross', the God from the void world, when you personally come to the world and show your divine power, it will give us humble beings the opportunity to hurt you."

Eckhardt's motionless voice sounded in the burning ruins of the temple:

"Welcome... To the real world."

"Our world."

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"Boom --!!"

The earth and rock collapsed in the loud noise, and thousands of rotten corpse demons poured out of the streets like ants, covering and pressing up, turning the whole house into smoke filled ruins.

The flowing tide of demons "twisted" in the ruins like tentacles, crushing the few remaining walls, leaving only corpses and sandy rubble everywhere.

"Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff..."

From the collapsed houses, there was a continuous sound of tearing the bones.

There was no moan, no scream, except for the roar of house collapse and ice crack, the broken and messy streets were as silent as death.

The long night, shrouded in a huge vortex, was once brilliant and prosperous, densely populated, with more than one million people. Now, it is just a dead city.

The blood soaked in the earth has long been cold and dry, and the bones buried under the ruins are rotten and smelly... There is no vitality between the old streets and the urban area.

The rotten corpses gathered among the ruins stayed in place, looking for the nonexistent targets and prey. The swarming "ant colony" gradually dispersed and wandered on the rubble at their feet.

Right now

"Bang --!!"

Without warning, the air wave scattered dozens of rotten corpse demons, and the large and small fragments were broken like ice and scattered in the air with the strong wind rolled up by the air wave.

The next second, a small figure waving double swords came from the air wave.

In an instant, almost all the rotten corpse demons turned their eyes in one direction at the same time, stared at the figure attacking them, made a roar like ice crack, and then rushed up.

It's like a hungry shark smelling blood!

The figure of sprint sets up the sharp blade of his right hand and holds the short sword of his left hand back; In the wind, the two silver sharp blades suddenly trembled slightly and sent out a vibrating "chirp".

"Poof --!"

At the moment of being submerged by the tide of demons, an invisible "silk thread" tore a gap in the swarming demons.

"Poof!" another "silk thread" crossed, and the rotten demons who were touched broke one after another, turning into pieces of fried ice scattered on the ground.

Among the fragments, the figure waving his shoulders tore a hole from the tide of demons.

The whirling short sword, like an invisible blade, divides it in two the moment before the rotten corpse devil approaches.

But the figure did not take the opportunity to break through, but once again entered the tide of demons.

Hand up and knife down!

"Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof..."

The dead streets echoed with pieces of "music" torn by rotten corpse demons - demons who had no fear and did not know how to be tired poured into the figure waving invisible "sharp blades" and were hanged continuously.

The chaotic fighting lasted for a quarter of an hour.

The little figure waving the double swords knelt on one knee among the piles of rotten corpse magic fragments, supported his body with the double swords and gasped.

He raised his head, and a careful figure hid behind the wall that had not collapsed and peeped over here.

"Come out, don't hide."

The tired Lucian got up and said lazily, "those scum just now should be the last rotten corpse demon around here."

"You, are you sure?" Isaac looked around like he was still a little hesitant and frightened: "how do I feel that there are still a lot of things that haven't come out?"

"Oh, that could be underground."

"Huh?!"

The frightened Isaac instinctively ran up and almost tripped.

"What are you afraid of? Didn't you already know?"

"Yes, but didn't you just say that you killed the last batch nearby?"

"I didn't say the following was cleaned up."

"That's the problem that you don't express clearly!" said Isaac, with his waist in his arms.

"..." Lucian.

Why is Isaac coming with him? No, I should ask why I would be stupid enough to willingly come with Isaac. Isn't the lesson from the Dragon King City enough?

The grey pupil boy suddenly felt very tired from head to foot, not physically but mentally. He had just started, but he seemed to have been playing for three days and nights without closing his eyes.

In this regard, Isaac was still looking around in fear, carefully avoiding every corner with rotten corpse devil fragments, and always refused to get close to Lucien standing in the center of the "pile of bones"; It seems that some rotten corpse demon who has been killed will get up again and tear him to pieces at any time.

"We have to stay here a little longer."

"Huh?"

Lucian looked stunned and glanced at Isaac who was staring at the direction of the wizard college.

"Ayn... They still didn't convince the guys in the college." flat mouth, Isaac was very helpless: "the guys who fled were easy to convince - the rich are afraid of death, and the people who don't have money are also afraid of death. Only this is the same for everyone."

"But for those dead brain alchemists in the College - I won't admit that those people who don't recognize mystics are witches - there are more important things in the world than living to keep them in the college."

"Even if they know very well, staying on is a dead end; for this, I respect their decision." turning around, Isaac looked seriously at Lucian:

"Because we are the same... Come to this damn place and do things that may not be meaningful or even help."

"Some things are more important than living."

The gray pupil boy with tight lips nodded with grave expression and incomparable approval.

"But... You know, that guy Ayn has always been stubborn." sighed, sat cross legged on the "pile of bones", leaned back and lay on Lucian's side:

"She still insists on saving those guys who want to die. I don't want to quarrel with her, so... Although I don't want to, we have to stay here a little longer and buy her some time."

"If she succeeds... If a bunch of brainless potatoes happen to meet the broken corpse devil, we will be hated by ayin and them all our lives."

The grey pupil boy nodded no longer said anything, but was vigilant around.

"Lucian."

"Yes."

"Why did you come to this place?"

"What?"

"Why come to the imperial capital, follow Lauren and us here? You should know very well that Lauren doesn't want you to follow."

The grey pupil boy's expression sank, turned his head and stopped talking to Isaac, saying he didn't want to answer this kind of knowingly asked question.

"Yes, I understand your relationship with Lauren. I know you wholeheartedly want to protect him and become his help, but..." Isaac rolled his eyes:

"Not this time."

The grey pupil boy snorted impatiently: "what do you want to say?"

"What I want to say is that you clearly know that staying in Byrne can help Loren more - at least, it's definitely much more than here; killing monsters and evil gods... The work of executioners can be done by anyone, not necessarily you."

"What's more, you still have injuries on your body - don't think I don't know. You haven't rested and recuperated since the war of duanjie mountain; you're not the monster of Loren Turin, you're a living man, and the injuries you suffered in eboden were enough to make you..."

Lucian couldn't help it: "I'm fine!"

"You're going to be a dead man!" the staring Isaac snatched impolitely:

"Who do you think the huge void residue on your body can deceive? Me, Ayn or Loren? Do you think he or Ayn didn't find it? How can it be?!"

"If I hadn't insisted all the time, I insisted that if you took those people away, you would only be tired to death. Do you think Ayn would promise to let you, a dying guy, climb the Golovin hill with me and dream?"

The stunned grey pupil boy lowered his head and stared at Isaac strangely.

"What's the matter? I didn't expect it... Ah, I've seen this expression several times. You all think I'm a particularly inhuman guy, but I, an inhuman guy, once saw the people who protected me die miserably in front of me - let me emphasize, it's really miserably dead."

Isaac's breath became heavy, and his angry voice was full of sadness:

"I've had this experience once... I once put my best friend in danger because I was too excited. Once - every time I told myself, this is the last time, the last time."

"But every time I know that I'm deceiving myself... Just like this time." sighed, Isaac stared into Lucian's eyes:

"I failed to protect Gavin and Ivan in eboden, and I failed to protect Loren in the Dragon King City; I want to try to protect Lina and our unborn children, which is one of the reasons why I came here; for this goal, I can not be afraid of death, because..."

"You have children?!"

"Yes, Lina told me. She said she felt it. I... don't interrupt me!" Isaac waved his hand impatiently:

"Some things are more important than living... So I guess so are you."

Lucian nodded: "I must come... If I don't come this time, I won't have a chance in the future."

"Even if you die here."

"I'm not going to leave alive... Besides, don't blame me with this, aren't you the same?"

"No, I want to go back. I want to live for almost 20 years, complete the achievements that my child can't surpass before I die, and let him worship me all his life." Isaac shook his head hard, but his eyes stared at Lucian from beginning to end:

"You too, I won't let you die here... Even for once, I, Isaac Grantham, I'll let you leave here alive no matter what bullshit reason you have."

"I swear!"