Chapter 1189

The imperial capital, at midnight, which may never end, the imperial capital Golovin shrouded by a huge gray and blue vortex has become a paradise for demons.

There is no fresh life between the ruins, only the ice crack howling of the constantly surging tide of demons, and the violent and rampant body of evil gods waving tentacles.

This kind of monster, which is shaped by the huge void force, often becomes a breakthrough for some void beings to break the gap between the two worlds; But now that the whole void is almost swallowed up by the Holy Cross, what is left is only some "lonely souls" who have already fallen.

And these huge monsters have become lower demons like rotten corpse demons, raging and ravaging everything they see and longing for all fresh flesh and blood.

In the dark ruins of the imperial capital, with the last gray and blue light scattered, the Royal wizard college, which has persisted since the vortex came, was finally broken.

In the bloody battle day and night, the tutors and apprentices in the college have already run out of oil, and the remaining materials have been squandered.

The arrival of the little wizards gave them a glimmer of hope, but it also brought despair... The cost of recapturing the imperial capital was too high. The emperor did not intend to use conventional means, but directly let the Dragon burn the imperial capital to ashes.

This is not a surprising result, but it also tells them that their actions until now are meaningless, which is another reason for them to decide to die together.

After the last ice barrier finally failed to maintain and broke; The recalcitrant imperial wizards were quickly submerged by a steady stream of corpse demons and disappeared.

But these shrill screams did not make serliol feel any joy;

On the contrary, all he has now is endless irritability.

In the face of the almost immortal Eckhardt de sallion, or the empty shell that connects itself with the power of the Holy Cross and the Holy Grail at the same time by virtue of his cleverness, and cannot completely open the two barriers, there is really no particularly good way.

Even if you kill him ten thousand times, this disgusting bug will resurrect ten thousand and one times and continue to disgust yourself, just like... The dog of the Holy Cross.

If nothing else interferes, serliol doesn't care to continue or even go on like this forever until the vortex spreads and the world is eroded by the void - the biggest difference between the will in the void and the material world is that there is no concept of time.

In order to plan all this today, serliol waited for hundreds of years, and even repeated all the possibilities thousands or thousands of times in the void; This little obstacle in front of him was not even in his consideration.

The real threat is Loren Turin.

That damn stranger hasn't appeared yet... Even if serliol despises his strength, he can't ignore the other holy grail in Loren's hand.

Without two Holy Grails, he can't really open the barrier between the two worlds, let the two worlds merge and destroy the foundation of the Holy Cross - without this, even the black cross is just a falling evil god.

Moreover, serlior always felt that the empty shell with "Eckhart" consciousness in front of him was probably not only intended to obstruct himself, but also had an unknown purpose.

"... only your majesty really understands the world and has the power to bring the world to a better future..."

"... he is the one who is qualified to rule the world and become the belief of all empires and even the whole world; he... Should be crowned God..."

Serliol didn't care about the arrogant words of bedbugs; But now it seems that there may be a need for vigilance.

Can't go on like this!

"Boom --!"

The rolling black fog rolled up around Eckhardt, constantly trying to break through his defense.

Eckhardt's slightly changed complexion waved the black fog away with his backhand. His fingertips were inadvertently wiped by some black fog that didn't come and go. His body trembled like an electric shock, and the terrible and cruel scene flashed through his consciousness.

For the existence in the void, consciousness is the body, and information is power - even if it's just a flash of illusion, it's like seeing the desperate old woman desperately clinging to her body and dying howling.

A moment's consternation immediately exposed more flaws, and more black fog broke through Eckhardt's defense and invaded his body.

"Well --!!!!"

Eckhardt, whose face remained unchanged, took a staggering step, forcibly controlled his body to stand firm, and raised his arm to disperse the approaching black fog.

But... It's too late.

The endless black fog has frantically torn open the defense of his body and poured into Eckhardt's consciousness - the dead Eckhardt's body is just an empty shell maintained by the power of the Holy Cross, and the consciousness that has not dispersed is his origin.

Even relying on the absolute law of the material world, it can resist the invasion of the force of emptiness; However, in the face of the void force of the black cross, whether Eckhardt or the Holy Cross... Can only be absolutely crushed, the existence of mole ants.

It is also the law of the void world for the strong to override, accommodate and even wantonly ravage the weak!

Countless horror scenes, like intertwined cobwebs, completely wrapped Eckhardt's consciousness with the black fog.

Eckhardt standing in the dark, when he opened his eyes again, everything

It's all still.

Eckhardt found himself standing alone in the intact temple. In the empty temple, there was no black cross serliol.

Dream world... This is not difficult to detect. Even Eckhardt knows the principle. He even knows how to escape from the dream world. He also knows how to

"Do you know the number of floor tiles in this temple?"

The familiar voice sounded behind him, and Rao was Eckhardt trembling slightly.

When he looked back, the little figure standing in front of the temple door was staring at him indifferently; Bright as fire, the hair is clean and tidy, and a pair of red pupils are pure as gemstones without dust.

"It can't be clearer." Eckhart responded coldly.

"How is it possible?" asked the teenager... Or Eckhart de sallion decades ago. "You can't see everything clearly. No matter how much you remember, you will always forget when you see it behind."

"Then don't look at it." Eckhardt shook his head. "In another way, you can know the total number of temple floor tiles."

"Open your eyes and the world is in front of you; close your eyes and you are the world."

"Really?" the boy blinked:

"But close your eyes and I can't see Charlotte's grandmother."

"Grandma Charlotte, she's not here."

"Oh, where is that?"

"You know where she is."

Eckhardt whispered, his voice trembling slightly: "this... Is not her deathbed."

"Oh, I remember." the boy suddenly woke up: "I saw with my own eyes that my father knelt in front of Charlotte's grandmother's bed and quarreled with her grandmother."

"Yes, they quarreled too much, and then grandma fell asleep, and then... And then..."

"Just... How..."

Eckhardt's voice trembled... When the scene appeared, he understood serliol's vicious intentions.

There are only two ways to escape from the dream world, either crack it violently, or kill the existence that creates the dream world, or find its specially set "key".

With Eckhardt's power, the first two are impossible... In the face of the void power of the black cross, even the Holy Cross is crushed by the other party.

So he had only the third way... To find the key.

And serlior's carefully designed key is himself.

More accurately, it is to face the deepest and most terrible memory in your heart.

The most profound, the original "terror".

"It was my father... Who killed my grandmother." the young man thought hard:

"And I watched, saw with my own eyes, and... Didn't move."

"Not because of fear, excitement or fear, but because... Because my father is a weak man, my father can stabilize the turbulent empire under grandmother Charlotte, because my father's mediocre intelligence is easier... To be manipulated by me..."

"I... Watched my father... Kill Charlotte's grandmother."

The boy seemed to have some hard memories, telling a terrible story in a young voice.

"But I still have my father. Standing so far, I can't hear what my father is saying."

"Yes." Eckhardt nodded slightly, his cold hands and feet trembling slightly:

"So you're not here."

"Where am I standing?"

"Don't you know where you're standing?"

"I forgot that I went too late that day. There were a lot of people when I went."

"No, there are not many people going. If there are too many, you can't count how many floor tiles there are in the temple." Eckhart shook his head and his expression began to be in a trance.

"Oh, I remember. Not many people went that day, but there were many outside." the boy suddenly realized: "that day was grandma's funeral, and they all stood outside the door."

"Why are they standing outside the door?"

"Because... Because..."

The young man's expression fell into meditation, as if his memory fell into a situation of conflict and contradiction, as if the same thing happened twice in a completely different appearance.

The same thing can't happen twice, so there must be one that is false, fabricated or imagined by the person at that time, and deceived the young person.

"My father just shouted to himself at that time, and those people immediately separated and made way for themselves... I saw that scene for the first time."

An order, the people who obey orders and prohibitions, get out of the neat road

What people were standing in the temple at that time, and they were ready to come out.

"So... They're going to stand outside the door?" Eckhardt, trying to calm down, trembled from head to foot at this moment.

The dream world is a divided void. What really trembles is not the body named Eckhart, but his consciousness and soul.

The fear of being taken from the deepest secret of your heart is no less than cutting out your heart!

"Because... Because they were late," the boy desperately recalled, like a dagger, stabbing Eckhart's heart a little bit.

"Because the people inside the door... Don't want them to come in, they tried their best to block out all the people outside the door and don't let them in."

"Those standing outside the door are people who don't want their father to succeed; there are many people I know and my relatives;"

"Those standing in the door are those who want my father to succeed; there are many people I don't know and my servants;"

"The people outside the door are unarmed;"

"The people inside the door are fully armed;"

"The people outside the door wanted to come in, but they were blocked by the people inside the door. They... Didn't come in, they were all outside the door... Asleep."

The young voice gradually became indifferent: "in their own blood, they fell asleep."

"None of them broke in, father, Charlotte's grandmother... They were well protected by the people inside the door."

"They are safe."

Trembling Eckhart nodded slightly. He had to continue to ask, "does anyone else... Know about it?"

The young man shook his head and looked convinced: "no one knows."

"Why?"

"Because those who know are gone, inside and outside the door, as well as those involved, they are gone."

"Charlotte's grandmother fell asleep. My father knew, but my father didn't dare to say."

Eckhardt nodded again, "so after all the dust fell to the ground, you came to the temple and saw your father."

"That's right." the boy nodded, and a suddenly realized smile appeared at the corners of his mouth: "I was the last to come. When I came, everything was over; when I arrived, my father was kneeling beside Charlotte's grandmother.

"The people in the door stood neatly. With a word from my father, he separated them and made way for me."

Clenching his teeth and unable to maintain his composure, Eckhardt gasped:

"So... Do you know the number of floor tiles in this temple?"

The boy nodded seriously and replied solemnly, "I know."

"How do you know? You can't see everything."

"Then don't look at it. In another way, you can know the total number of temple floor tiles." the boy said, "I just need to know that there are two feet standing on each floor tile, so I just need to know how many people are in the door."

"And I know how many people there are in the door, because..."

"I let them show up here."

Poof!

Eckhardt woke up with a shock, slowly lowered his head, and a solid black fog turned into a long gun, penetrating through his back from the position of his heart in his chest.

The body is just an empty shell. What is really torn apart is the barrier built by Eckhardt relying on the power of the Holy Grail to protect the existence of his own consciousness.

Now he is almost exposed to the empty power of serlior without resistance; he can even feel that the power of the other party begins to erode his body, and a little raise of his hand can destroy his form and spirit!

"This... Is the last."

At the moment when seryol's voice fell, Eckhardt, who couldn't support it, finally fell to his knees.