Chapter 1196

grave.

Special... Special... Very big... Grave.

This is the word that came out of Isaac's mind when they stepped into the gate of the sky palace.

Where the line of sight can reach, in the past, or the sacred and solemn or bustling vestibule, we can only vaguely see the dark red blood left on the ground, which has long dried up; The mess on the ground and the corridor columns that were obviously knocked down in a hurry told them what had happened here.

It has only been more than a month since the emergence of the vortex. The old floors, accumulated dust, those damaged debris... All kinds of traces and what you see are like thousands of years ago, without any anger, like a cemetery.

Isaac Grantham... He knows the power of emptiness very well. He is even the only person in the world who knows what the black cross wants to do except Loren Turin... At least he thinks so.

There is no concept of time and space in the void, so there is no past and future. Everything happens now... That is, no matter how you want to stop serliol, it is of little significance, because what you can think of is what has happened or is happening to him.

So those people failed... Logan in the hat, Roland the black Duke, and the Wizards of the Dragon Kingdom... All failed.

They did not try to resist, struggle and stop, but it was impossible to stop; Their sacrifice was not meaningless. At least it delayed the time and made the material world linger for a long time.

But there is a limit to this delay... When the existence of the void world is destroyed one by one, and nothing can stop it from opening the two barriers and allowing the force of the void to erode the material world... Everything is just a matter of time.

So the idea of stopping seryol... Is meaningless in itself.

The only thing that can stop is the void force that erodes the material world.

Void... This emotion and information are mixed, and the power that exists because it does not exist... When it is in the void, it has no concept of time and space; But once it appears in the material world, it will be given a meaning immediately.

Just like words... The symbol itself has no concept of time and space, but when it is expressed in a material way, engraved on a stone and written in ink, the existence on which it depends is no longer just a symbol, but something that really exists.

Isaac can't stop serliol, but he can find a way to interrupt the process of the void eroding the material world and the breaking of the two barriers - at least serliol can't stop until the whole world is eroded by the void and becomes something in his bag.

For this little hope, he came to this cemetery like sky palace... Because this is the last chance, because this time, his friend and younger brother, Loren Turin, stood up in front of serliol.

The two frightened people wandered aimlessly in the desolate and dead palace and kept looking around. It seemed that there would be a tide of demons composed of thousands of rotten corpses or mutated monsters and evil gods at any time, emerging from a corner where they could not notice.

Even in their hearts, they could not wait for this, because the whole palace was too quiet. The quiet was abnormal, which made both of them nervous.

"Are we... Late?" his eyes kept scanning around, and the exhausted Lucian looked like a hound for an enemy that might not exist at all.

"No, it's impossible." Isaac's voice trembled and tried hard to calm down:

"We came just in time... Black cross serlio, he should have just got the nine awn star Holy Grail, and he is still facing the Holy Cross. He doesn't have time to talk to us, so... It's neither early nor late, perfect."

"What about... People?"

"I don't know. Maybe they're all dead."

"No body."

"That is to hide."

"Where to hide?"

This time Isaac hesitated for a second.

"... keep going, we'll know."

Grey pupil nodded. Exhausted, he didn't have much strength to quarrel with Isaac.

Under the gray blue vortex, the dim sky palace was dark; But they don't have to see the road at all, just walk in the direction of the strongest and strongest force of emptiness.

The closer they are to the deeper part of the heavenly palace, or the gray blue vortex, the stronger the concentration of the force of emptiness, so that they feel that they are not walking on land, but wrapped in some kind of liquid.

The chaotic and unspeakable power is full of all kinds of stimulation, fear, horror, disgusting, anger and disgust... Just like the sea water with towering waves.

Lucian, who has long been eroded by the mark of evil gods, doesn't care much about these, and can't even feel them; But Isaac, who followed him closely, could not avoid, trembled, and did his best to maintain the barrier of the spiritual palace, so as not to go crazy immediately.

In the darkness, the two lonely people continued to walk deeper into the sky palace.

When they passed through the premise and the main hall of the heavenly palace was in front of them, they were stunned

"Uh... Okay."

Stunned and shocked for a minute, Isaac's eyes widened and stammered: "I think now we all know... Where the disappeared people have gone."

The stunned Lucian didn't speak, but couldn't help shivering.

Two pairs of eyes stared at the front courtyard of the main hall covered with corpses.

Not a dozen or dozens, but thousands and countless corpses, looking inward from the periphery of the courtyard, walking through the cloister and arch bridge along the deep blood, climbing up the stairs... The extended pile of bones, all the way to the main hall gate!

Burned into coke, alienated by the force of emptiness, separated limbs, headless... Countless corpses can't see any difference except dead corpses.

The expressions of panic, helplessness, fear and bewilderment were engraved on the chapped and shriveled faces;

On the cheek of death, it seems that they are still unwilling to die at the last moment, struggling to live;

The body eroded and alienated by the force of emptiness grew a third hand, a second head and fingers all over the body. The fingers were full of fangs and tongue outstretched mouths... Each mouth grew so big that they screamed and wailed at the moment before they were dying.

Men, women, children, the elderly, nobles, knights, soldiers, priests, wizards, servants, stewards, councillors... Countless and various bodies are piled together, clothes that have been torn into pieces. We can't tell who is who, so we can only guess roughly.

Stepping on the road piled up by the bones under their feet, they walked straight to the main hall gate.

Walking on the road piled with bones, Isaac even felt that he was stepping in a rotten mud pit, and his feet were deeply wrapped by dirty mud or some liquid. He had to make extra efforts at every step.

The closer to the gate, the more incomplete and mutated bodies, the more concentrated and messy; Many corpses have even decayed and festered long ago and become flesh and blood with only their appearance.

The corpses everywhere are like telling them silently what happened here.

When the gray blue vortex appeared, no one expected that everything happened very suddenly.

The servants in the court panicked, and the Legion soldiers and knights urgently gathered to guard the heavenly palace; Some of the terrified nobles wanted to escape, others wanted to enter the palace to beg for protection, wizards and priests put down their disputes and ran for their lives... The whole sky palace was in a mess.

Then... People who escaped from the Palace found that the imperial capital outside the heavenly palace was already a hell on earth.

There were a pile of soldiers' bodies outside the palace, which were broken into pieces... The Legion wanted to maintain order, but it was useless, so they withdrew to the sky palace to garrison, trying to block the demons outside the palace gate;

Several dead nobles and servants were lying on the ambulatory and arch bridge, with traces of being trampled... After the Golovin hill rose, there was nowhere to escape. The desperate nobles and people in the court fled into the palace, trying to make the last escape;

But they failed... On the steps near the main hall, mixed with mutated and non mutated bodies... The people corroded by the force of nothingness broke through the soldiers' defense and began to massacre all the survivors;

Close to the top of the ladder, the corpses of the corroded mutants are piled into a mountain... Because it is too close to the vortex, even the last survivors have been corroded, and launch an attack on the survivors hiding in the main hall;

They didn't succeed and were blocked out of the gate... The mountain of corrosive demon corpses is the best evidence.

The two men standing in front of the gate stopped and looked at the figure in front of the main hall.

That's why the main hall of the heavenly palace was not broken in the end.

The two people with different expressions were stunned.

The tall figure can be called gorgeous armor and long red hair... The knight girl with a low head and can't even stand stably stands with her hands leaning on the sword, and almost her whole body weight is pressed on the bloody Knight Sword full of cracks.

"Outside... People outside..."

The low and quiet voice sounded, and the knight girl who noticed the movement seemed to put all her strength up and down, trembling and raising her head.

When he was stared at by his blood red eyes, Isaac was shocked and stood in place like a trance.

"Philona... De sallion..."

Even if he knew who the other party was, Isaac was shocked at the moment he saw it.

Because he also has red hair and red pupils, and he looks a little similar, he actually has a good impression on Lina's "relative", which means that he loves her more or less.

"Fillonay, fillonay, right? I'm Isaac, Lina's Isaac. Let's..."

Poop!

Before he finished, the gray pupil boy beside him decisively threw him to the ground.

"Lucian, what are you doing..."

"Wake up, Isaac, she's dead!"

Ruthen growled half coldly and half helplessly, staring into Isaac's eyes: "you are a wizard. You must know this better than me, don't you?!"

Isaac and Lucian, lying on the ground, looked at each other. They silently turned back and looked at the figure in front of the main hall.

"She's dead and has no life at all," whispered Lucian

"What is standing there now is just a body with no appearance under the name of 'philrone de sallion' and maintained by the force of emptiness."

"Except that the appearance has not changed, it is no different from those corrosive demons eroded by the power of emptiness!"

Looking up, Isaac was silent.

Phillanai, who was supported by the big sword, stood up trembling and raised the blade in his hand.

"Outside... People outside..."

"No... no... no... No access to... The main hall..."

"Stop here..."

"Don't... Hurt the people behind the door..."

"Here... Is you..."

She paused slowly, as if thinking about something, hesitated, and pointed the tip of her sword at Lucian on Isaac's side:

"Burial place..."

The pupils narrowed slightly, and the dignified Lucian pressed his hands on the hilt of the sword and posed to prepare for battle.

"Isaac, go."

"Ah?"

"I'll go," whispered Lucian. "Go into the main hall. She won't stop you."

"Then you..."

"I'll... Go in and find you soon."

After a pause, Isaac walked past with his head down.

At that moment, the trembling Knight girl... Moved.

"Dang -!!"

The moment the note sounded, Lucian's figure had rushed to Isaac's side.

The exciting sparks burst at Isaac's side, and the intertwined and colliding Dragon Knight's gun and blood stained sword will bounce away from each other.

"Bang!"

Lucian, who failed in one blow, spat angrily. His left short sword aimed at the long princess's neck and stabbed it straight; Almost at the same time, the right-hand Dragon Knight's gun was reversed and ready to sweep.

"Show me!"

The expressionless fillonet lifted the blade lightly and cut open the straight dagger. The sweeping Dragon Knight's gun was mixed with the roaring wind and was close to her side.

If you hit, you can cut your back!

"Dang!"

The falling blade hit the edge of the Dragon Knight's gun heavily.

The unbalanced grey pupil boy was suddenly surprised and set up the short sword of his left hand to barely block the sword wind.

"Lucian?!"

"Go!"

Taking a deep breath, Isaac walked into the main hall without hesitation.

Outside the gate, there were only mountains of corpses and two lonely figures.

"Philippe Tero Nye de la Reon... The Royal Highness Princess of highness."

Staring at the knight's sword aimed at him, the grey pupil raised his sword blade with both hands and said calmly:

"As you can see, I'm a dying man who has been eroded by the power of emptiness. I'm no different from those guys you killed... Ha ha, although I basically asked for it, ah..."

"That doesn't mean I'll be obedient and let that annoying guy get what he wants."

"If you can fall under your sword, it will be an honor in your next life!"