Adren has not experienced such emotions for a long time, joy and pleasure, and his heavy body seems to be disintegrating, constantly becoming lighter.
The corrupt and old soul seems to be breaking free from the shackles of the body and rising into the clouds.
perhaps……
Maybe this is what I have always wanted.
Adelun suddenly thought.
In his life of fighting the devil to the death, he has been chasing for too long, so long that his body is riddled with holes and exhausted.
So when Watson wished he could die, Edron was not actually angry, but felt an inexplicable sense of relief.
That should be it. In fact, I have long been tired of all this, but the so-called mission and responsibility have always firmly bound me and made me keep moving forward.
He is already too tired
In the deepest part of my heart, in the deepest part of my soul, I may have been praying for this.
Someone can come and deny yourself and get rid of all this.
"What a nostalgic sight!"
Adren shouted excitedly, and even the never-ending murmuring in his mind seemed to disappear for a short time.
For Adren, this is the final war.
As if he had regained his youth, he strode forward with force and strength.
The angels descended from the blazing white thunder. The brilliant thunder light reflected the battlefield of purgatory palely. Their expressionless faces were like exquisite sculptures. The spiral spikes were broken from the palms of their hands, waving their wings towards the ferocious and deformed figure.
Monster, bringing down the wrath of divine punishment.
As early as when Edron promised Watson, he rushed all the way here, and all the watchmen were dispatched to end everything here.
The angels moved at high speed, and in their blank minds they could only rely on instinct to act. Fear and death were meaningless to them, and they faithfully carried out Edron's orders.
The spiral nails left scars one after another on the monster's body. The huge wounds opened, and dirty blood and internal organs gushed out.
This is a war in which no one survives. As Adren swings his sword one after another, the power of [Forget River] has filled the death row. It is like a gas chamber. The poison of death is not only poisoning monsters, but also killing monsters.
Then take care of the Watchers together.
Adren is also going to die, but he is not afraid. As Watson said, in the near future, or maybe even longer, Adren will one day fall into crazy ravings. Sooner or later, he will
Completely devoured by the Unspeakable.
Not only did he want to kill Roger, he also wanted to kill himself.
As for what happens next...
after……
Adren smiled, and slashed out another sword. The nailed sword collapsed, and the power of [River of Forgetfulness] attached to it emerged with the slash, passing by like a torrent, swallowing up the monster.
It was as if strong acid was eroding the monster's body. The surface of its skin was burned to a bloody color, and then the skin burst, making a hoarse bubble sound.
The same burning happened to Adren's body, his sleeves burst open, and his exposed arms were covered with red cracks, like a doll about to be broken.
Adren didn't think too much about what happened after that, he was already relieved.
Adren grasped everything too tightly, firmly holding everything human in his hands, self-righteously becoming a shepherd, erecting fences, and trapping human beings within reason.
He always felt that without him, mankind would usher in a dark future, but looking at it now, he was still too proud.
Humanity can continue on without ourselves, so why not just step down?
Thinking like this, Edron took out the nail sword from his sword bag again. These nail swords with [Wangchuan] attached to them were emitting a blazing cold light at the moment, like a long execution knife, ready to cut the criminal's
The head was chopped off.
"I miss you so much! Roger, everything is so similar to before!"
Adren laughed.
"It's the same deep and dark underground, the same fight with hateful monsters, and the same sky full of angels!"
The picture scroll in front of him evoked Edron's dusty memory. Many years ago, when they thought they could eradicate the demon, he also took these watchers and went deep into the Well of Ascension with Roger, facing the abomination together.
of evil.
"It's like nothing has changed."
The laughter died down, and Adren sighed, looking at the monster with deep sadness in his eyes.
"It's just that nothing can go back."
The angels swooped down with the flames, and each scratch left a huge wound on the monster's torso, and the edges of the wound were burned by rising flames.
Thousands of tentacles rolled up, chasing the angels, and then nailed them to the wall with bone spears.
Just like a forbidden ritual, the angels died miserably, pierced by jagged spears and crucified to death. But not long after, new thunderballs were activated. They pulled the existing matter and condensed new bodies out of thin air.
.
The monsters counterattacked quickly, and some of the thunderbolts were defeated by the bone spears before they solidified. However, with Edlen's pressure, the intensity of the antimemetics in the death row continued to increase, and the monsters' counterattacks became sluggish.
Die and come back again.
These angels who are not afraid of death repeat the pain of life and death and inflict pain on the monster. They want to weaken its physical strength as much as possible so as to open the door to the [gap] until a certain sword completely crushes the monster.
Clearance】.
This is like the scene written in the Gospels, where the angels wielded flaming swords to kill the demons from the darkness of the abyss.
Broken wings and corpses, the bone spears all over the sky shattered into gray snow.
The death row wraps them tightly, confining all this evil.
With the current strength, the monster should actually have fallen long ago, but in fact it has not. There is another force supporting the monster. Even after the isolation of the death row and the infection of antimemetics, it cannot be completely cut off.
"The unspeakable..."
Adren whispered the source of all hatred and looked towards the darkness ahead.
As if noticing his gaze, the darkness also responded, scarlet eyes opening in every corner of the shadow.
His eyes were like a scarlet vortex, and just by looking at them, he could feel tremendous pressure from the mental level, and chaotic hallucinations kept flashing and jumping in front of his eyes.
Adren saw himself in it. He saw countless ways of his own death, as well as his own rotting and swollen corpses.
Mosquitoes, flies and maggots clung to the bodies, emitting a disgusting odor.
The dirty blood and putrid juices gathered together to form a thick and turbid swamp. Faces emerged from the darkness. Their eyes and mouths were tightly closed, and then they suddenly opened, and thousands of wasps crawled out of them.
It came out and flew, and at the same time it kept making sharp and hoarse roars.
It was like a hellish orchestra directed by a madman, with obscure whispers mixed with a woman's singing, and the shrill cries of children as accompaniment, and then overlaid by the loud roars of wild beasts.
This is the picture of hell and the sonorous sound of death.
Adren's body froze, and then blood overflowed from the corners of his eyes, then his nose and ears. His expression gradually became ferocious, and between the broken gaps on his body, the same hundred eyes opened in the darkness.
Eye.
The remaining willpower struggled forward amid the madness and grasped the hilt of the sword.
The absolute blankness drove away the madness, pushing it back again, and the weight on his heart became much lighter. It was as if Edlen had lost his restraints, leaning forward, almost falling, and then retching loudly,
Almost vomiting out all the internal organs.
At the critical moment, [Wangchuan] helped him resist the erosion of the Unspeakable, but such help was not without cost. Looking at the arm holding the sword, it had become broken.
Adren is not worried, but is happy. This proves that [Forgotten River] is feasible. Even in the face of the Unspeakable, it still has the ability to expel them.
He also tried to move forward. Before he died completely, Edron vowed to cut out all the nail swords, completely crush Roger's will, and completely destroy the only "road" in the world.
Bone spears and scarlet tentacles attacked, like galloping horses, they converged into a roaring torrent. Adren had no energy to dodge. His current state was similar to that of Roger, but Roger had the support of the Unspeakable.
There was no one behind him.
Lifting the nail sword again, Edron really didn't want to use the power of [River of Forgetfulness] in such a meaningless place, but if he didn't swing the sword, he wouldn't be able to get close to the monster.
The scarlet tide rushed towards his face, and at the moment when it was about to swallow Adren, his body suddenly became light and soared into the air.
Several hands grabbed Adren, and the angels pulled him up, waving their wings, and crossed many obstacles.
The tide rolled, entangled together, and turned towards the angels in the sky. Some angels broke away from the formation and rained down fire on the incoming tentacles, but compared with these thousands of tentacles, they were
It still seems a lot smaller after all.
The angels briefly blocked the incoming attack, but soon they themselves were torn into countless pieces by the scarlet tentacles in the fierce battle.
Corpses and wings fell limply all over the ground, piling up into mountains.
But just like the myths told by the Vikings, this place is like a cold Hall of Valor. Soldiers will die, but they can still return. New thunderballs emerge. Angels wave their spikes and split a path for Edren to advance.
Bloody road.
Brilliant fireworks come from top to bottom, and dark hatred comes from bottom to top.
In the midst of the fight of blood and fire, an ancient and solemn song sounded, but upon closer inspection, it was discovered that it was just a vague illusion. In fact, what was lingering in this hell was just a humming melody.
Monotonous, clumsy, but full of ancient times.
Adren hummed the nameless hymn, took out one sharp nail sword after another, and threw them away high, like scattered stars.
"We are the minority! We are lucky!"
Thunder streaked through the scattered nail swords, and then in the brilliant bright light, there were constantly building hands that tightened the nail sword.
Adren broke free from the drag of the angels, jumped up with all his strength, and raised the nail sword high.
"go ahead!"
He could only shout out such words, and then a surge of tentacles slammed into Adren's body, blocking him, and then pressed him hard against the wall.
The angels' actions did not stop at all. They dived at high speed and avoided attacks again and again. It was also at this time that the huge tentacles began to wither and break. Among the shattered dust, a blurry figure fell down.
Holding the shining sword blade, he roared loudly.
"go ahead!"
The nail sword cut it down.
The angels carried sharp swords and rushed in along the wounds that Adren had opened before, just like leaping into the mouth of a wild beast. As blood spilled out, layers of antimemes were triggered.
The nailed sword shattered, the corpse withered, and the angels withered with it.
One after another, the living moved forward, stepping on the bodies of the dead.
The power of tearing apart evil erupted, destroying monsters, destroying nail swords, and also destroying the angels holding swords, but they still kept waving their wings.
Until all the protection was penetrated, and the broken and twisted but familiar face was exposed. He was entangled with countless flesh and blood, and scarlet eyes bloomed all around.
Adren fell into the core and thrust out the nail sword, but the nail sword failed to penetrate between his eyebrows.
The nailed sword froze in mid-air, unable to advance any further.
Adren looked slightly surprised, then smiled helplessly.
The sins that last for endless years, the grievances that have been entangled, or the messy ideas and dreams.
All, all, everything...
The bone spear penetrated his body, pushing him away, and finally he was nailed to the wall like other angels.
"It's so long..."
Adren sighed, and his frown relaxed.
Everything became quiet.
Adren no longer looked at the ferocious monster, raised his head, and delicate feathers fell down.
He stretched out his hand and tried to pick it up, but soon, the feathers were broken into pieces and turned into gray dust in his hands.
He looked over and saw the angels falling one by one, slamming into the darkness, making no sound anymore. After waiting for a few seconds, there was no more sudden thunder.
They seemed to have died, really died, and had completely escaped the cycle of resurrection from the dead.
Eventually everything came to a deathly silence.
"Sure enough... it still doesn't work."
Adren said sadly, as the body beneath him began to collapse and turned into the same gray-white color, but there was still a little bit of flesh and blood between the gray-white color that was resisting tenaciously.
They reject death and the arrival of the end.
But the outcome has already been determined.
The power is constantly reducing and eroding. While destroying Roger, it is also destroying Adren himself. At this moment of being on the verge of being broken, Adron can finally no longer hold on.
But yes, he should take a rest after spending such a long time.
The death cell fell into a long silence, and then there was a heartbeat like a war drum, huge wings broke through the monster's body, and then a ferocious, humanoid figure walked out of it.
"Roger" glanced at Edlen who was nailed to the wall, his expression without any emotion, like a doll being dominated.
The wings spread and flutter high.
He smashed through the ruined door at the top of the death cell, penetrated the furnace pillar, and finally broke through the mechanical courtyard filled with fireworks.
Only the dying Edron and the corpses on the ground were left.
I don't know how much time passed, but clear footsteps sounded in the darkness, and someone came over and looked at Adren.
"I'm so sorry...I lost."
Adren's body collapsed step by step, turning into gray-white hardness, and then dissipated into endless dust in the wind.
The visitor didn't care about this at all. He came closer and whispered.
"There's nothing to be sorry for, and...who do you think you are? A savior?"
Lorenzo scoffed.
"Isn't it?"
Adren asked rhetorically.
Lorenzo just smiled and shook his head without making any answer, and then took the last nail sword from his hand, feeling a slight burning sensation in his palm.
"Probably, who knows," Lorenzo said uncertainly, "I have to rush to make up for your mistakes now, is there anything else you want to say?"
Adren thought for a while, shook his head, and looked at the corpses of the angels.
"All my familiar friends have died here, and there is nothing left to say."
"Goodbye then, Adren Levien."
Lorenzo's voice was solemn, like that of a praying priest, reciting the name of the deceased.
Then he left without looking back.
Looking at the departing figure, Adren looked slightly dazed. This guy was so impatient, as if he was eager to kill someone. In the end, he couldn't help but laugh and shouted at the leaving figure.
"I've staked my fortune and my life on it, don't let me lose it all!"
Lorenzo's response was vaguely heard in the darkness, but Adren didn't hear it clearly. His eyes were lowered, looking at the dead bodies on the ground with a sad expression.
Soon, the sad expression solidified, turned gray, then shattered, turned into misty dust, and disappeared among the dust.