Boom.
The scene like a drama then suddenly spread out in front of the purple energy beam. The two figures that were intertwined and separated did not show any great momentum. There was even a silent silence as the two figures interacted with each other.
After the collision and collision, they scattered in different directions and spread outward, suppressing the originally creaking sounds of the world's conflict: "——"
"Hmph, hum ho ho! Ha ha ha ha ha!"
In the scene where the trembling sound like deafness gradually recovered over time, the proud laughter that belonged to Qing Mu's remaining years also echoed around the broken bridge that was gradually becoming narrower, and the whole body exuded a strange black color.
With a breath of air, he finally took the place occupied by the black-robed weaver of fate, and the strange magic device raised in the air slowly fell down: "Another slave! Another toy!
The wedge has been driven into the body! No matter how powerful the soul is, it will eventually fall into my hands!"
"No need to struggle, this is just the beginning." He suppressed his proud laughter, and at the same time looked at Lorna, who looked a little strange due to the previous impact, struggling and swaying not far away: "You will have a good dream,
In other words, it is a sweet dream, and then you will indulge in it forever and never wake up."
"You...did...what?" The purple electric light was still flashing around her and at the tip of the dagger. Lorna, who was trying to stabilize her body, covered her head hard: "This...
...Is it...a mental attack? No, that's not right..."
"Oh? The Eye of Destiny, which claimed to be able to cut off everything, couldn't see through this last trick in the end?" The words gradually became full of sarcasm. Qing Mu Yunian, who was playing with the magic device in his hand, then slowly walked towards where Luo Na was.
Coming from the direction: "This is natural, because the essence of the Eye of Destiny is to see through all the threads that exist in another world and remove their 'essence' from this world."
"As long as you encounter a power from a higher level than the 'origin', your abilities will naturally lose their original function." Amidst the sound of heavy armor gradually approaching, the warrior covered his face with an iron mask.
The player looked condescendingly at Lorna's profile: "The mental power and psychic defense you think so highly of are, at best, just a higher level of authority granted to you by the system... Oh, don't move."
He kicked the female figure who was still struggling to stand to the ground, and then stepped heavily on the side of her face: "It is not the case for all creatures in this world to kowtow to a higher power.
It’s a rule that should be followed, isn’t it?”
"You...you actually dare...to call yourself destiny?" Lorna, whose whole body seemed to have lost its original strength and was trampled by heavy iron boots, answered with a voice full of weakness: "You...
How...is it possible...to represent...destiny, it...can't..."
"It cannot be controlled by mortals? Hahahaha." As if he understood what the other party wanted to say at this time, Qing Mu Yunian's smiling voice became deeper: "No, you are wrong, no matter what the so-called
The fate of the world and the whole world can be controlled by us."
"The existence of the Destiny Alliance is proof. It is the final resistance of you Destiny Weavers to the 'God' who controls them all the time." The force of the stampede gradually increased as he leaned over, and he slowly approached.
The other person's face: "Those of you who are willing to be slaves to fate cannot escape its shackles. You are destined to become victims like Gardevoir."
"..."
"Rather than just fend for yourself under the control of fate, you might as well become our slaves and give us your power." He stretched out his hand towards Lorna at his feet, and his voice seemed to be full of soul-penetrating words.
Feeling: "Don't worry, we will make good use of your souls and dedicate our last fuel to the final freedom and liberation of this world."
"...Don't...think about it."
"Oh, it looks like your will is still very strong."
The palm in front of him slapped the bloodstained face at his feet. The black-armored warrior then slowly frowned: "It seems that he has realized the consequences of his assimilation with the system.
So you don’t plan to use a trump card like the Eye of Destiny anymore, do you?”
"This can only delay the time for you to surrender." Qingmu Yunian smiled again and hummed, straightened up and shook his head and said: "Even if you never dare to open the channel of your soul, your soul
It has already begun to deteriorate due to the corruption attack just now. As long as there is a slight crack..."
He raised the disc in his hand that was wrapped with countless silk threads and magic devices, and gently approached in the direction of Lorna. Then, amidst the involuntary groans and sounds of pain, he lit up his proud big smile again.
Laughing: "That's right, that's right! As long as you are the weaver of fate, you cannot escape this final result!"
"For example -"
He shook his head, and his eyes exposed between the gaps in the armor seemed to slowly close due to contemplation: "For example: you will put down your weapon."
"..."
The soundless sound of metal falling to the ground then sounded on the left and right sides of the broken bridge. It was the sound made when the dagger in Lorna's hand, which was pinned to the ground, fell to the ground. She was shaking all over and then seemed to give up the idea of resisting and collapsed.
His body also lost its tight strength under the feet of Qing Mu Yu Nian: "Hahahahaha! Very good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, obedient, obedient women, good women! Only by being obedient will you not suffer any consequences.
So much pain...ugh."
After relaxing for a moment, Lorna's figure disappeared in the next moment. The purple electric light also re-condensed into the image of the fate weaver in a burst of energy. She exhausted her last bit of strength and then hugged her.
He was panting heavily with his arms, but a look in his shaky body was even colder and more solid than before: "Asshole, bastard... what on earth is that... thing..."
"It is the proof that connects this world to the 'origin', and it is the key that allows mortals to contact the 'origin'." As if explaining and introducing a beautiful work of art, Qing Mu Yunian stepped forward again and walked towards Lorna.
He showed the magic device in his hand in the direction: "As long as the aborigines of the free world, those who accept the management and shackles of the thread of fate, cannot escape the unity and control of the so-called fate system. However, that world is not something that ordinary people can
Where you enter, the possibility of extracting control is extremely slim. Without enough media and knowledge, it is almost impossible to obtain central control that interferes with all threads of destiny."
"You, who are also the weavers of destiny, should understand what I am talking about, right?" He moved the chain thread covering the ancient disc closer to the direction of Lorna, and then looked at the other party to avoid it.
With a headache in his eyes, he nodded with satisfaction: "In order to stabilize this device that can be connected to each of your brains in this world, we have spent a lot of energy and material resources, and even sacrificed the souls of several great destiny weavers.
Only then can it be realized——Ah.”
"There may be a few names you know in here." It seemed that he had just thought of something, and then he paused for a moment: "Let me think about it, for example, Antar, or Daisy
Man and the like..."
"You, you devoured their souls?"
Her cold eyes became loose for a moment, and Lorna's gnashing of teeth still sounded intermittent due to the influence of some force: "Are they——dead?"
"Don't use such unlucky-sounding words, they just live forever with this thing." He fiddled with the magic thread floating around the disk, and Qing Mu's voice became much calmer: "By the way,
——Just by the way, you can help us exert a little effort in interfering with the operation of the system and controlling the operation of other people's fate."
"You, you... hateful ones..." Slowly lowered her head, Lorna's weak voice seemed to have a bit of hoarseness: "Why do you always like to interfere with other people's destiny? Your control
Is there no way to vent your desires?"
"This is not a catharsis, this is a declaration." Qingmu Yunian, who shook his head and reached forward as if holding a lantern, seemed to have a somewhat serious feeling in his voice when he answered:
"People originally conquered the world by conquering all things, but in this day and age——"
"If you want to conquer everything, you only need to conquer other people."
The last purple electric light gathered in the body burst out in the center of the broken bridge as Lorna disappeared again, and then froze in place under the influence of the magic creation suddenly raised by the black-armored warrior, already in his hand.
The defenseless woman then covered her head and fell to the ground again. She looked miserable and lost her original intention of taking the opportunity to resist and leave under the influence of the mysterious device in the hands of the black-armored warrior. A low voice
The laughter gradually became wilder as time went by. On the side of the broken bridge surrounded by darkness, only the maniacal laughter of celebrating his twilight years was left, echoing on the edge of the sky. He was dancing with the magic device in his hand and finally put away himself.
He looked at the fate weaver who was paralyzed on the ground with contempt, and then turned to the center of the purple light storm that was still dancing wildly right in front of him: "Okay, okay! Do you have any last words, Duan Tianfeng?"
"..."
"Oh, I forgot that you are now suppressed to the limit by the power of the world."
Looking up at the silent gray-robed magician wrapped in purple runes in front of him, Qing Mu Yu Nian came to Duan Qing with his own proud steps: "If you die in this situation, your soul will probably die.
Will it become torn apart? Hahahaha, I said before when I saw you who always like to take risks, sooner or later you will fall into your own hands like this, look."
"Listen more to the opinions of your elders." As if he no longer concealed everything about himself, the black-armored player's voice near this area was full of sarcasm: "Otherwise, what do you mean?
Maybe it will be like that day, where everything will be lost out of nowhere."
"shut up!"
A low muffled shout echoed among the huge rune arrays with purple light rising into the sky. The gray-robed magician who was presiding over and supporting this area also raised his hand again among the countless rune threads that rose up in confusion.
Qingmu Yunian, who moved his head back instantly and jumped back and forth with his hands raised, was also attacked by the purple runes flying in the sky, and shrunk to a limp state with the weird disc magic device he was holding in his hand.
Behind Lorna who was on the ground: "Oh? Are you angry? No, that's not right."
"The person who can speak out in this situation - are you Sir Violet?" There was a glimmer of light in the eyes covered by the black helmet, and he stared closely at the countless purple
The figure of the man surrounded by runic threads and soaring light: "I have heard of your name for a long time, but meeting you under such circumstances is really not what I want."
"You don't need to be so polite. Anyway, the adventurer who is being hosted by me seems to be very angry now." His sharp eyes stopped at the position of the black-armored warrior not far away from him, who belonged to the gray robe.
At this time, the magician also spoke slowly with a tone unique to Duan Qing: "You have already mastered the Gate of Destiny, so you must have already prepared the means to deal with me."
"According to the feedback given to us by the optical brain, you are already a 'wanderer' who has escaped the control of fate." Shaking his head in response to the other party's question, Qing Mu Yunian gestured slightly towards the sky above him: "I know
You are worried about this, but I am afraid that the same control method cannot be applied to you, because we can no longer find the existence of you as an 'individual' through the system, let alone interfere and manipulate."
"So we have specially prepared another plan for you."
He took a step back and manipulated Lorna's body before the other two runic threads flying in the sky were about to attack him: "Please look forward to it and don't act rashly, otherwise if you sacrifice this destiny weaver in vain,
But it’s not my responsibility anymore.”
"...Then I'll give you this opportunity." Watching the opponent's manipulation of Lorna's body, which was blocking the front like a puppet, the gray-robed magician frowned for a while before replying in a low voice: "But don't blame me.
I didn’t remind you: my life is very precious.”
"If possible, I would like to accept your soul as well." The uncontrollable low laughter sounded in the ears of Duan Qing and Luo Na again, and they once again walked towards the center of purple light where the gray-robed magician was.
He raised the magic weapon in his hand: "So - let me take the first step."
"Soul separation!"
Snapped.
This chapter has been completed!