In the deep well-like underground, the sound of gravel and dust splashing,
Once again, he supported his body that had already reached its limit, like a wild beast that refused to fall at the end of its rope.
Every slow and long breath makes my chest rise and fall with all my strength,
In the darkness, his figure seemed to resurrect from the ashes!
The liberation of the King of Gods shared part of the load, and the healing of the power of the elves eased the most serious injuries, like the last gulp of water given to rescue a traveler in the desert.
Let him struggle to stand up from the limit!
Although I can only stand up...
He was so weak that he had to use all his consciousness to maintain his breathing, and his steps were so fragile that he was as rootless as duckweed, making people worry that he would fall down again in the next second.
At the bottom of the well nearly a hundred meters deep, Fangran shook his head and looked up at the darkness buried under the wreckage. Two shadows of night crows appeared high in the sky.
Overlooking the entire vast city of London under the dark sky, there are A-level battles surrounding the central rift.
The final grand scene came into view, looking at the darkness where only a part of the body had escaped from the crack of thousands of meters,
The feedback that came after the huge silver gun was released made Fangran understand at that moment,
‘That’ is an existence that cannot be defeated even if you take out the [Water Card].
The end of this huge plan ushered in such despair that it seemed meaningless for him to stand up again at this moment.
only...
Listening to my thoughts passing through all the struggles and converging to one place, listening to the child's question rang out again,
In the blurred field of vision, I saw the pale young man fell to his knees crying sadly, and could only use his body to block the falling rocks to protect the 'Dream',
It seems that I have seen the powerless version of myself, and there is always something screaming in my soul with resentment.
Let Fangran grit his teeth and squeeze out the strength to stand up!
His body has reached its limit and can no longer bear any burden. Without 'infinity', it is impossible to break the situation. Even if he is in good condition, the previous blow was already his strongest blow.
What is before us at this moment is such a helpless and hopeless situation.
However, as that dream unlocked numerous connections of thoughts,
He has one last solution.
He lowered his head and took two breaths to recover from this action. Every word in his voice was weak and reluctant.
But Fangran's soft and hoarse words were quiet as he gasped.
"I'm sorry...I broke the promise...I force you to do so at this time, but...help me...one last time..."
Looking behind him, he looked at the blond figure who was also seriously injured in order to save him. He broke his promise and once again subconsciously chose to be alone.
Feeling the power that can harbor magic energy and consciousness still in his Luna hunting bow,
It was only then that I remembered the promise I made to her when we were separated in Rome.
"Osphia, I need the power of the Ether Elf..."
The tacit understanding of the journey suddenly thought of what he wanted to do, and he also became in the same physical condition as the two of them. His white wings were damaged, he coughed lightly with blood and sat up from the ground.
"impossible..."
Without his composure, Osphia's voice just felt hopelessly low when she saw him standing up even now:
"If you want to use ether elves to realize magic energy and consciousness transmission in such a large scene, it requires an extremely complex and huge structure... It is simply not something I can do..."
"It doesn't matter, someone can..."
He did not waver, and kept breathing as if to accumulate strength. He lowered his dark eyes, thinking about the strength that saved him and others from the fall just now.
Then at the bottom of the dark well where there was no one else, Fangran asked as if he was talking to the air,
That name was called out again after a hundred years.
"I can do it...Sharon."
Words that are too weak to be heard even close at hand are transmitted from nearly a hundred meters underground to thousands of meters of dark sky,
In the endless open battlefield at the highest altitude, the executive in the sea of arcane light and the silver-white prosthetic hand controlling the death line performed brilliantly.
Hearing this strange yet familiar name ring out at this time, and hearing the order from Master Shi, who was once the head maid,
My eyes were surprised, but looking down at the final situation below,
Clotilde finally pretended to be helpless and lowered her voice and chuckled:
"He is really...a young master who always likes to give people problems."
Then she Minghao raised her wrist, and while she was retreating from the dead line, she looked at the extremely dark and cold figure. She placed the huge amber staff in front of her, and her deep eyes were lowered, emitting mysterious golden light.
"What goes around begins again and again, and all journeys will eventually return to the starting point..."
At the bottom of the well, Ophia was weak and looked at the stacks of light arrays around her in amazement. At this moment when the ether elves were activated with all their strength, the sea of light of the magic arrays was reorganized under the dark sky.
Thousands of meters above the simulated scene, the smiling and elegant voice of the peerless Zero Rider sounded.
"Arcane-The Wheel of Fortune!"
A giant magic circle hundreds of meters in size, with intricately intertwined graphics and symbols, and fine incantations inscribed between the rings. The moment it lights up,
All the ether elves are like entering a net constructed by arcane magic, spreading throughout London!
Surrounding the battlefield between the central rift and the executor, fighting against the adjutants in various parts of the outer ring, and facing the interception of the numbered sea of monsters in the ruins of the two viewing rooms,
All members who participated in this national war felt a wide-area consciousness connection as if all communications had been opened!
"Sister Sheng!"
"Xiao Ling!?"
"Lord Hershel!"
"Where are you all now?"
"Everyone get out of this scene!"
...
Even the wind became biting and the whole of London was shrouded in darkness. It was not clear what was happening at the moment when the yellow mist dispersed.
But looking at the huge darkness in the city center that is about to fall,
I don’t know why such a scene appeared at this last moment. Shocked inquiries came one after another. At the end of their respective battles to confirm the location and safety of their companions,
Finally there was the weak and quiet voice of a young man.
"Sister Yesheng..."
Fangran!?
The moment they heard who this voice was, the same thought flashed through the hearts of all the night bureau members scattered all over the place!
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The red lotus appeared, the spiritual abyss was burning, and the figure shuttled in the air to block the gear parts of the Steam King City again and again. The moment I heard this sound,
Ye Sheng himself didn't know why, but he was worried and shouted softly:
"Fangran? Where are you now! Are you in danger!?"
"It may cause trouble to everyone..."
It sounded like she would come immediately as long as he was sure. In the darkness under the well, the black-haired young man just raised his head again and spoke softly as if he was dreaming.
"Sister Ye Sheng, can I... be a little willful..."
Yan Hong's eyes paused for a moment. The plan to stop the attack had failed, and the association plan was a foregone conclusion.
Ye Sheng now just wants all the night bureau members to leave the scene,
But after hearing Fangran's weak request and facing the British figure suppressing her, she fell silent and set the abyss on fire again!
"The night game is not just my night game,"
"You are also a member of it."
Perhaps you should have known this answer when you opened your dark eyes and looked down at London.
Obviously they didn't know the current situation, and obviously no one escaped, but they each found their enemies to buy time for the others to escape.
Sure enough, no matter how excellent or powerful a person is, there are limits to a person, and in the end he will definitely need the help and strength of others.
One person really can't do anything.
There is no moment where Fangran understands the meaning of this sentence more clearly than now. Even in the most desperate situation, he feels at ease.
The conversation on the flight back from the North Pole, the third 'key' began to shine like a star, the moment when the necessary prerequisites were achieved,
In the dark well, he took a deep breath as if he had made up his mind, and his low and hoarse words seemed to shine in the darkness, and strength burst out in the face of adversity!
"Tutor, can that 'plug-in module' connect to me now?"