Everything will lead to the final outcome, running towards the end of the story.
Even Watson could not calm down at this moment. Her eyes were staring into the deep darkness, looking forward to the end of this deadly fight.
In the end, it was Edlen who survived, Roger, or both of them perished together.
She could not have guessed that all the plans were only prepared to this last step, and no one knew what happened after that.
This is an unknown future and a dark destiny.
It might be good, or it might be worse. All she could do was wait for the result and make preparations to make up for her mistakes.
Thinking like this, a strange power surged in his thoughts. It was like thunder among dark clouds, constantly flashing as Watson thought.
The forbidden power is completely contained, waiting for the moment of release.
【Final Echo】.
Watson is an absolute outsider and a judge with a sharp sword.
This is a huge gamble, and therefore, they have already made the most complete plan. If Roger comes out of it, Watson knows exactly what he should do.
She must move forward and let all sacrifices have their due value.
The accumulated water began to pour into the mechanical yard. It surged along the cracks leading to the ground, seeping through layers of steel, making it seamless, but was completely blocked in front of the last layer of barrier.
It was a temporary arena. Although it was a lot crude, it was enough for a life-and-death fight.
The blazing fire burned, and the huge buildings collapsed one by one, leaving only ruins on the ground. An invisible force passed by, pushing it all the way, and the destruction continued in this dark underground, until at a certain moment, a sharp blast
A white light flashed, and the destruction was contained, and the two figures moving at high speed were barely visible.
"I thought about our decisive battle, but I didn't expect that you would actually trust others and join forces with them!"
Roger shouted, his broken figure bumping back and forth.
The successive antimemetic attacks left little sanity left in him. It could be said that he was no longer Roger Cruz at this moment, but just a monster controlled by darkness. It happened that this monster had a familiar face.
The flesh and blood began to proliferate, and it had lost the restraints of its human form. Under successive impacts, it expanded and shattered into a hideous and terrifying appearance.
It was as if a group of snakes were entangled together and turned into a ball of crazy flesh and blood. There was no blood flowing out from the scratched wounds, only the deep darkness and the hundreds of eyes opened in the darkness.
The twisted and hateful laughter continued, and the voices of women and children overlapped together, as if it was an evil symphony.
"I'm just getting back to my duties, Roger."
Adren calmly faced the crazy monster, and the nail sword in his hand chopped off pieces of flesh and blood, just like cutting off a ball of wool, and the scarlet threads danced wildly.
Different from the previous healing and resurrection, this time after Roger's flesh and blood was cut off, he continued to proliferate directly as an individual, relying only on the scarlet tentacles to connect with each other. It was like a cunning giant spider, using its own flesh and blood
, weaving scarlet nests in this dark place.
When Edron realized all this, he was already surrounded by scarlet. Countless red threads densely covered every part of his field of vision. Scarlet flesh proliferated and entrenched, extending like vines. Pale bones
Walk through it.
In an instant, under the intensification of erosion, Roger was completely demonized and transformed into an unrecognizable monster.
Little sparks shone brightly in the darkness, and then the flames burned into a fierce fire, burning and advancing among the scarlet threads, turning the entire Blood Nest into a burning hell.
The oxygen was almost burned out, and the oppressive feeling of suffocation came oncoming. Boiling fireworks were everywhere, but this did not affect Edron too much. He raised the nail sword high and moved forward.
"You never beat me, Roger."
Adren said in a deep voice.
Since the beginning of the two people's acquaintance, Edron has carried absolute force. He is the Pope of the Evangelical Church and the leader of the Demon Hunting Order. If the demons are sensible, they will tremble just by hearing his name.
He is a born warrior, armed with power and divine punishment.
"You are so proud, Adren, I can't help but want to see you fall..."
Roger let out a hoarse laugh, and every time it spoke, there were overlapping sounds. It seemed that Roger had transformed into tens of thousands of people, and every answer was the call of millions of people.
"No!"
A sudden sound rang next to his ears, and the red threads were entangled together, forming a blurry human face, and it let out a sharp laugh.
"You're already on the same path! It's just that you don't want to admit it."
Amid the wanton laughter, Edron's expression became distorted, and his face also had fine cracks like a sculpture, and some fragments had detached, revealing the same darkness underneath.
Many years ago, after they went deep into the Well of Sublimation and looked directly at the Unspeakable... everything changed.
Adren didn't respond. He swung his sword with all his strength, and the nailed sword was pulled into a pure ribbon of light, crossing the battlefield.
It's like the power of opening the sky.
He actually set off a hurricane in the confined space. The sword blade generated wind pressure and easily split the intertwined fireworks, rolling them up and blowing them away until the sharp edge fell on Roger's body and smashed his face.
A crumbly one.
"That's not enough!"
Roger laughed, it had reached the end of sublimation, invisible threads connected its broken flesh and blood, and in a blink of an eye it was like an entrenched monster, with its figure as high as a hill.
The voice became distorted and thick, like the roar of a mountain monster.
The fire was burning brightly, illuminating the scene of hell.
Adren took out the sword again from the sword bag behind him. It was also a nail sword, but it was different from the slightly mottled and primitive nail sword that Adren often wore. This was an imitation nail sword from the purification agency.
There are weapons of holy silver and iron.
"It's so sad, Roger."
At this point in the battle, Adren couldn't help but feel a bit of pity.
He still remembers the time when he and Roger went to the ideal together, and also remembers the achievements they made, and the darkness that soon followed.
With the passage of time, no one could have imagined that the first two people would end up like this.
After a brief period of grief, Edron tightened his grip on the nail sword, as if he had just made a real decision, with a solemn look on his face, hiding his overwhelming anger.
"This is a mistake we made and it's time to fix it."
The erosion overflowed and spread to the sword blade, like clear water and fire touching each other. The cold metal started to stir, and unknown power rolled over it. Red-gold light lit up along the engraved inscriptions, bringing with it
It means killing.
The monster roared for a while, and the skin on its abdomen was pale and disgustingly slimy. The light yellow mucus was pulled by the bones, and then cracked open. The ribs were lifted up one after another, and the rib cage turned into a huge black mouth, in which
There was a smell of blood.
Adren looked directly at the huge mouth. On its edge, there were dense clusters of fine fangs. They were stacked one on top of another, like a meat grinder, which could easily crush even steel.
There were also scarlet tentacles mixed in, and soon those tentacles rushed towards Adren, and while stabbing at Adren, something solid and hard covered the surface, and at the end of the tentacles, they turned into sharp bone spears.
It is difficult to maintain sanity, but it is easy to give up everything and completely degenerate.
Edron could see the scarlet eyes in the darkness. Roger had transformed into a "door", and the end of the "door" was the source of all this hatred.
Swinging the nail sword, he easily chopped off the bone spears.
It stands to reason that under the influence of the Unspeakable, the monster's power will reach its extreme, but under Adren's slash, the hard bone spear was easily broken, and even the flesh and blood underneath did not resist at all.
They tried to heal themselves, but after growing hard for a few seconds, the sprouts withered completely.
It was as if what Adren was wielding was not the blade, but "death". Absolute "death" was blessed on the immortal monster.
Miserable screams rang out, and it seemed like tens of millions of people were crying and howling in the chaos.
The Unspeakable itself is chaos and disorder, and reason is contrary to it. Due to the expansion of his power, the so-called "Roger" is no longer there. There is only a monster in his face, and monsters have no reason at all.
.
It could only howl instinctively, feeling the death overflowing from the nailed sword, the kind of death that could suppress its immortality.
"I'm really sending myself to death..."
Adren smiled bitterly, and the corner of his eyes fell on the nailed sword in his hand that was already full of cracks.
The excruciating pain was coming from the hand holding the sword. The pain was like a vine growing wantonly. It pierced his skin, passed through his flesh and blood, spread along his bones, shattered everything in its path, and finally covered it.
The head stretches out sharp roots towards the fragile brain.
Every time Edron made some movement, waves of fine dust would rise from his body, followed by a faint cracking sound, and more and more cracks spread all over his body.
"What's this?"
A hoarse and weird sound sounded, and the monster launched another offensive, but the ending was the same as before.
Whether it's claws or fangs, fireworks or steel.
Adren just waved his sword and easily cut everything apart.
"Probably...the Sword of Forgotten River?"
Adren thought for a while and came up with such a slightly funny word in his mind.
He threw the nail sword in his hand, and after several slashes, the antimemetic power on it was almost exhausted, but when it fell on the monster, it still easily dug out a huge bloody hole, and it died.
The blight continues to spread.
"I heard from her that the original plan was that both of us would be locked up here, and then a group of lunatics would fall from the sky and chop us into pieces with these sharp swords."
Adren smiled miserably. When he used antimemetics to kill monsters, he would also be affected by it. After all, there is actually no difference between Adren and monsters, but he is still resisting the ravings from the Unspeakable.
That’s all.
It was also because of this that he understood what Watson meant by committing suicide.
If he hadn't been there, there would have been another group of people coming here to die. Edlen didn't know exactly what the list was, but there must be some familiar faces.
The monster let out bursts of roars, and it began to be frightened. The immortal creature encountered a force that could confront itself for the first time. Even though it was chaotic and disordered, it could not help but be reminded of hazy memories by such a threat.
Right, that is it.
Many years ago, many, many years ago, under that glorious fortress, there was a group of people like this who used the power here to defeat themselves and imprison themselves.
The erosion surged like a tsunami and filled the underground space in a blink of an eye. The monster began to try to escape. It abandoned its bloated body and invaded the "gap" in the form of consciousness.
But the consciousness hit a wall hard, and the monster's consciousness was bounced back. At the same time, like an earthquake, the bottom of the Sorrow trembled violently, and endless dust and debris fell from the darkness above.
"This is death row, the death row where you and I are imprisoned."
Adren drew out another nail sword, and the forbidden power raged on it.
"Looks familiar, right?"
Adren laughed, and as his laughter rang out, the dark barrier shed its attachments, revealing the silver and cold metal inner wall.
The death row is fake, but it is also real. In this short period of time, the scavengers transformed the Land of Mourn. A huge amount of holy silver was poured on it, turning the entire Land of Mourn into holy silver.
The cage is just like the one the Keepers of Secrets used to attack and kill the Unspeakable One many years ago.
"You can't escape unless you kill me!"
Another nail sword struck, piercing through the monster's body, and then decay and withering spread rapidly. Large pieces of flesh and blood died, rotted and suppurated, like floating corpses rising from the swamp. It was difficult to restrain the smelly dark blood. They
They broke apart one after another, and red blood flowed.
A hundred scarlet eyes opened from the countless darkness, and they all peered at Adren. Adren also glared back, and he could feel the hatred in the eyes.
Thousands of bone spears fell down carrying blazing fire.
Adren's movements were slow, but that was the case. Every time he used antimeme to attack him, he would be affected, and this effect was eating away at him little by little.
The torso and limbs were penetrated, and the sword-wielding hand could not fall down. They locked Adren's body firmly, and then fire burst out, carrying out a cruel execution.
"Do you think that by restricting me, I can't hunt you?"
Adren laughed, perhaps because he was approaching death, he only felt a sense of relief and a sense of relief.
"You still don't know us well enough."
he shouted.
"We are hungry wolves, wandering souls, and nightmares!"
As the muscles exerted force, the bone spear was shattered piece by piece. Adren pulled out the bone spear that penetrated and strode out of the fire.
"We come together and are never alone!"
In a daze, Adren seemed to see pure white feathers falling, but the illusion was soon destroyed by the fire, leaving only the almost broken face reflected on the sword body. His own face.
Adren shook his head, forgetting the disturbing thoughts, and then smiled wildly.
"This is your last duty! Everyone!"
His voice was so loud, like a bell.
Silence, then restlessness.
Someone responded to Adren's call. They had been waiting in the darkness for a long time, just waiting for the curtain to rise and the actors to finally enter.
Therefore, in this deep hell, the wandering souls rose up from the darkness one after another, their shadows shrouded in blazing white thunder, and the blooming light connected them together, just like the kingdom of heaven descending.