Chapter 224: Deep Sorrow (92): Battle of Destiny (Part 1)
"'Monster', really a 'monster'." "Future" murmured, looking straight at the lower half of the transformed body of the Lord of the Night, but because of fear, he forgot to escape for a moment, and stood there at a loss.
But the Lord of the Dark Night will not give those who have insulted him more opportunities. He first crosses his hands and stands on his chest, then whispers, mumbles, and sings an ancient, mysterious, weird language that emits a strange enough tone.
.
This language is not Kruse German, nor is it the Zine language of the same culture in the south, nor is it the lingua franca of the Western Continent that the Ptoyan people attempt to have the entire continent learn. It is somewhat similar to the ancient Holy Roman language of the central empire that sings praises to the Creator.
It is similar to the rapid, rhythmic ancient language of the Fire Empire.
At first, Dak and Wulfya just took two steps back, distanced themselves while making fighting postures, preparing to start a life-and-death struggle with the "monster-shaped" Lord of the Night. But when Wulfya picked up the rocket launcher again, Dak condensed.
After enough water-type magic power was formed to form an ice cone weapon, the second half of the sentences and syllables recited by the Lord of the Night began to become familiar.
"It's Chinese." Duck analyzed:
"No, it is not a simple Central Language, but a more ancient Central Language. It is the original Central Language created by the Khitanris and the Central People in the First Era. To be more specific, it is the first language and culture of the two nations.
Beautiful words born of a chance encounter."
"'First Central Language'?" Wulfya whispered, but after only a second, he suddenly turned his head to look at Dak, and asked with an extremely incredulous expression:
"Dak, I remember that the history of 'Original Central Language' was told to me alone by the professor of ancient writing at the Federal Military Special University, which has long since been banned. He said at the time that this was a dusty history, except for the history of Cruise.
Not many chief executives of the German Federation know this. Could it be said that you have met Chief Vasily?"
"No." Dak shook his head, looking at the Lord of the Night who was still reciting the ancient Chinese language, looking up at his monster-like body and the extremely aggressive undulating dark energy light balls surrounding it.
, replied:
"I have never met Chief Vasily, and I may not have this fate with him. It's just that this dense forest, this church, this ruins of Khitanris, and this sudden mist reminded me of something long enough to
, but a very close memory.
"I clearly remember that an old man in white robes who resembled a sage from ancient Central China once described the 'original Central Language' to me. He once told me that this language embodies the wisdom of ancient Central people and the Khitanris.
, No, the 'blazing tenderness' of the people of the Fire Empire. Perhaps, this is the memory before I became a 'alien monster'. I seem to remember that before I became a monster, I used to wander around this continent.
travel."
"Travel...travel?" Wofya was a little confused as a monk, but he still chose to focus on the Lord of the Night.
At this moment, the Lord of the Night is still reciting spells. His lower body is still that dirty, ugly and disgusting monster body. The three thick tails are constantly flapping up and down. The seven eyes above are wide and round, as if
He was on the verge of rage.
And he still did not choose to attack, but formed a circle of light black protective shield around his body. The dark energy light ball just turned into a circle of energy halo surrounding his body, absorbing the dark energy from the surrounding space and the depths of the universe.
While generating magic power, it continuously delivers power to the heart.
Soon, the blood vessels throughout the Lord of the Night's body expanded, and the veins in every part of the skin became clearly visible. He looked like a special [warrior] who took a lot of drugs to maintain his huge muscles. Even his face was covered with
With the bulging veins and the fair, boyish face, it looked particularly scary and frightening.
However, on the one hand, the Lord of the Dark Night's chanting did not end, on the other hand, "Future" stood still and "adjusted his mentality", on the other hand, Dak and Wofya did not dare to act rashly without complete information, resulting in an extremely serious situation.
A bizarre standoff with nothing happening.
Staring at the Night Lord's "monster" state of the night, several distant but clear pictures quickly flashed through Dark's eyes. Several saints from the ancient central empire were standing in the ancient temple built with white stone pillars.
Behind them were countless gods in charge of different fields, and those saints taught him the knowledge of the ancient Chinese language in the afternoon when the blazing sun burned the earth.
Immediately afterwards, Dak spoke simultaneously with the saint in his memory:
"Dragon is the most favorite creation of the Creator. They have a strong body and excellent defense, and also have a vitality that surpasses all creatures on the continent. This language combines the Eastern language used by the people after the dragon, and is closest to the Lord.
The words of the human spirit.
"When reciting this language, be sure to ensure coherence, because any change in syllables will lead to huge differences in the message conveyed to the Creator. However, reciting this type of language itself is blasphemy to the Creator and the gods, because it
The message conveyed is not a wish, not a desire, not a hope, but a command.”
"Order?" Wulfya asked, actually consistent with Dark's behavior at that time.
"That's right, it's an order." Dak nodded and said:
"For humans, formally reciting this language is tantamount to bringing death. For gods, unless approved by the creator, the reciting god will lose part of his godhead until he disappears from the order.
Among them, existence was erased.”
"But, the Lord of the Dark Night does not have this need. I mean... uh, the need to kill us. If he wants to kill us, he can simply move his fingers. There is no need to go to all the trouble. Could it be that
..." Wofya seemed to have some judgment in his heart. He took a deep breath, paused, and continued:
"There is an existence here that is worthy of his efforts to annihilate. It is you, Dark Tiris."
Hearing this, Dak quickly woke up from his long-lasting memory. His body twitched violently as if a switch had been stepped on. After regaining most of his consciousness, he half-bent down with his hands on his knees and began to breathe heavily.
Getting angry.
At the same time, the chant of the Lord of the Night seems to have surpassed the high-energy part and reached its end.
Wulfya discovered that the shield surrounding that ugly, huge, and powerful body had disappeared. The blood-red moon above everyone's heads seemed to be a bit larger. The surrounding birds began to emerge from the woods one after another, heading towards
They fled away, and the cats that had gathered here just now fell to the ground with their limbs upward, as if they were responding to the terrifying chanting ritual performed by the Lord of the Night.
The nightingale began to cry, the crow began to chirp, the ship's whistle began to play, the dire bear began to roar, the direwolf began to howl, all living creatures seemed to exist here and tried their best to call, but Wulfya looked around, but did not find anything that could emit these words.
The entity of sound.
"Hallucination?" Wulfya warned.
He quickly pulled out an "Anshen Inner-Rolled Flower Cigarette" from the box, lit it with a match, and put it into his mouth.
Then, he picked up the smaller officer's pistol at his waist and shot himself in the shoulder.
boom!
The sound of the bullet grazing his skin and the burning smell reached Wovya's senses. Only then did he confirm that his cognition had not been tampered with, that his consciousness was still awake, and that his sanity had not been reduced by the thick fog or those extraordinary powers.
value.
However, if all this is not an illusion, the source of the sound is that boy from the Lord of the Night!
When Wulfya raised the rocket launcher and looked up, he found that the Lord of the Night's face was covered with a strange black totem, and his voice became extremely sharp, like a goat.
His eyes were completely covered in red color, his arms were replaced by two lobster-like mechanical pincers, and the three thick steel-like tails were quickly pulled away from the ground and raised high into the air.
, stabbing towards the body of "Future" suddenly.
In just a few minutes of repair time, the "Careless Man Virus" in "Future" chose to try to save its host. They began to gather in large numbers at "Future's" semi-mechanical heart, working desperately, trying to make that heart produce...
More "burning liquid" provides their hosts with more powerful power.
However, even though the heart of "Future" has changed from a dazzling blue light to a hot, red "warm" light, "Future" feels a deep powerlessness.
He felt as if a heavy steel ingot had been pressed against his body, and he could not exert any strength. The magic source power also seemed to evaporate out of thin air. No matter how hard he formed the spirit, the signal he sent out was like a stone in the sea, and he could not mobilize even a single bit of energy.
Magical power.
It wasn't until three thick steel-like tails arrived in front of him that a terrifying word that a new god told him many years ago popped up in his mind - "hidden ban".
But everything was too late. The few minutes he was wrapped in fear caused him to miss the best time to escape. The distance between him and the "monster" of the Lord of the Night was only three to five meters.
When the "Future" closed his eyes and waited for the tentacles to penetrate his brain and chest and wipe out his life, a vigorous figure stared at the restrictions of the "secret" like a cheetah and rushed toward the "Future"
, took him aside.
At the same time, the Lord of the Dark Night's attack, which had gathered enough anger, failed. It only smashed the ground into dust and dented it by four and a half meters.
Not caring about observing the people who came to rescue the "future", Wulfya quickly picked up the rocket launcher, aimed at the Lord of the Night's head, which blended the innocence of a boy with the viciousness of a monster, and pulled the trigger.