0566 Chapter Twelve: The Not Eternal Dusk (Section 33)
"I don't know how high the sky is? Are you saying... I'm crazy?"
With a twitch of his finger, the invisible blood sickle quietly slashed down the black shadow on the throne of God in an instant without him noticing.
There was no room for resistance or refusal, and everyone fell to the ground.
The severed hood spread out, revealing its true appearance.
It was not the cold and beautiful face on the statue of the Goddess of Death, but it was so old that it had criss-crossed wrinkles, and it was not even a woman.
"You're right, you pretentious false god! The sky is high and I'll laugh at you. I'm the most eccentric woman in the world!"
The expressionless metal mask concealed an unruly and ferocious smile. Erogen walked unhurriedly to the head that rolled down the altar, and followed the former's example and stepped on it.
Suddenly, brain matter splattered everywhere.
"Jiejiejiejie..." At the same time, a burst of strange laughter sounded on the throne: "I said, this is my divine domain. No matter how crazy you are, what's the point?"
Sister A looked up and saw that the old man's neck, where the cut should have been cut off, was holding an old man's head that was exactly the same as the one she had just stepped on.
The hood was chopped to the ground and did not recover, which means it was not an illusion. So is it some kind of ability to reincarnate from the dead?
If it is just divine power, it must be consumed. I can destroy his body to the limit in a short period of time and try to see if I can drain the opponent's divine power.
But if it is the passive attribute of the priesthood... it will be a bit troublesome.
Sister A stood under the throne and looked up, but there was no figure of the old man in her eyes, but she was trying to see clearly some cause and effect behind him that did not seem to exist.
On the contrary, the man on the throne looked down, with unstoppable greed emerging from his originally calm eyes.
He seemed to finally recognize the divine power of death that had the same origin as himself.
The man moved with agility that did not suit his image, waving his staff from side to side in a very comical manner, and walked down the steps of the altar towards Erogensi step by step.
His eyes were full of enthusiasm, like a desperate gambler who was risking everything on his game.
As if responding to the call of the master of the oracle, black scythes continued to appear in the void throughout the hall, slashing at Sister A from every angle with the old man's uncoordinated posture.
Ai Luogan didn't care at all, he even yawned, stretched, and began to walk up to the altar step by step towards the old man.
She stretched out lazily and passed the two sickle blades that were supposed to hit her without any flaws. She strolled leisurely, gracefully and calmly, in contrast to the desperate madness of the old man who was walking towards her from top to bottom.
The expression forms the strongest inverse contrast.
The women who were originally prostrate on the steps beside the altar were frightened and stepped back to make way for the two of them. But even so, more and more people died under the ubiquitous sickle blades.
Blood gradually splashed all over the throne, dyeing the originally dark Temple of Death a brilliant crimson.
Ai Luogensi frowned slightly. It seemed that her opponent was not very good at controlling her own divine power. This was really disappointing.
If she were to do the same thing, she could easily make her attacks only drop in dimension and contact the enemy's body at the moment when she needs to exert force, and the rest of the time she would be completely invisible in high-dimensional space.
It not only saves divine power, but also effectively increases the power of the burst.
Having just broken through to a big realm, Sister A wanted to find a decent opponent to sacrifice her sword to, at the risk of making Zhen Cheng dissatisfied, to consolidate her combat power in the new realm.
Originally, she was full of expectations for this local "goddess of death". Now it seems that the opponent's strength may be a big disappointment.
Thinking like this, Ai Luogensi relaxed her guard and allowed a sickle blade that could have been easily avoided with just a few movements to cut off her head diagonally.
The lower half of the mask fell off in response, revealing a pair of ferocious fangs like a monster. However, the cut on the face turned into blood-colored paint immediately, and then restored to its original state.
Sister A, who has ignited the eternal fire of divinity, will no longer face the dilemma of being exhausted due to repeated consumption as she did when she fought against the bloody anklet carillon.
【Unity】The soul is immortal, the life is endless, and the energy is endless. If you still want to stop her passive ability of regeneration and recovery just by consuming the energy in the body, you will have to fight to the end of the world.
"Hahahahaha..." There was a burst of wild laughter, and the old man's scepter at the top of the steps suddenly appeared with black light.
This gave people a very subtle sense of deviation. It was as if at that moment... he suddenly became stronger.
His expression became more and more fanatical and greedy. The old man danced uncontrollably like a naughty boy, shaking his head and swinging the scepter in his hand: "The most crazy woman in the world? Not bad! Very good!"
I am very much looking forward to what kind of expression you will have when you are pressed under me. I have never played with such a woman, hahahaha..."
Her footsteps paused for a moment. Sister A felt that as she was slashed by the black scythe, the divinity and power belonging to the Death Priesthood... were actually slightly removed from her body?!
The lower half of the face was exposed, and the corners of the mouth were cracked to the base of the ears.
Sister A showed the most terrifying, ferocious, and soul-stirring smile since she stepped into the hall.
The old guy in front of me seems to be getting more interesting...
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Viewed from an altitude of fifteen kilometers, the Minnesota River, which was once five hundred kilometers long, is now like a dry and ugly scar, etched on the scarred face of the earth.
In Zhen Cheng's memory, the blazing Gobi that he had just explored not long ago has now become an endless tundra.
Although all man-made traces have not been completely erased, they have been leveled for many years.
The desolate land surface is shrouded in the eternal dusk, as if time has frozen. The dead forest was crushed into a ruined town, and strange figures occasionally appeared, but disappeared in an instant...
In order to avoid a large number of strange effects from the outbreak in the Zhen family's ancestral land on the east side of Asia, the jet fighters taking off from Hope Thetis chose to go to their destination via the North Atlantic.
The so-called North Atlantic is just a name from the past. Along the way, Zhen Cheng did not see a drop of sea water. All he saw was the endless ice cap.
At the same time, Zhen Cheng also realized that the so-called "eternal dusk" in Gretel's mouth was just a misunderstanding caused by his limited vision.
The entire planet is not completely covered by dusk. This is not a unified universe where every area has different celestial phenomena.
Leaving the narrow but stable twilight area where humans can survive, it is an extremely cold death place where the surface temperature is constant at minus 140 degrees all year round, there is no wind, no light, and no life can exist.
Snap, snap.
Zhen Cheng, who was hanging like a koala outside the glass hatch of the aircraft cab, felt a vibration in the palm of his hand that was holding the windshield. This chapter has been completed!