Pierce through the heavy rain and dark clouds, leaving the burning city behind.
Rise!
Beyond the dense cloud of thunder, the roaring sound also gradually faded away.
Rise!
Keep rising.
Rising from the darkness of the valley, passing through layers of difficulties and obstacles, it continues to rise until it reaches the end of the sky, the end of sublimation shrouded in glow.
On the land of gold.
"It's so beautiful..."
The evil voice exudes distortion and distortion, and speaks with emotion.
His body is covered with gray hardness, glowing with metallic luster, like scales, stacked up layer by layer to form a living armor.
It is carrying huge wings, and the wings are still stretching until all the bulging flesh is burst. Four smaller wings are spread above and below the wings, and the six wings are swaying, as if they are trying to cover the sky and the sun.
The tail drags a slender pointed tail like a sword blade, and the nails are replaced by sharper claws, just like the evil dragon in mythology, except that this evil dragon has a head similar to that of a human.
Familiar faces flashed above his head, sometimes it was Adren, sometimes it was Roger, and sometimes it was other faces. His appearance seemed to be unfixed, and the appearances he showed were all those who had been swallowed by him and joined this scene.
A person of grand sublimation.
While the face was flashing, it was also constantly being broken. Between the broken parts, the darkness underneath was exposed, and within the darkness, there were hundreds of scarlet eyes peering at the world.
In front of us is perhaps the most beautiful scenery in the world, even a monster like this can't help but sigh.
The six wings flap slowly, causing it to stand still high in the sky, and beneath it is the rolling sea of clouds. They evenly cover the area of sight, reflecting the golden sunlight, like the golden earth.
When you raise your head, you will see the dark sky, its edges are overly clear, and the green light is constantly surrounding it, taking the whole world into it.
The stars also became clearly visible, and this time there was no barrier between them.
The air became thin and difficult to breathe, but this was not a big impact on him. The real impact was the severe pain from the depths of his mind, the antimeme raging, suppressing his power.
The Watchers' attack worked. The nail swords fell one after another, tearing apart Roger's body and almost crushing his will, but it was just like the story before.
At that time, humans seemed to be just one step away from the last sword to completely banish the Unspeakable. The same was true for Edlen. If the last sword could be struck, he might really be able to kill Roger and cut off the final "road".
, but Adren's failure gave Roger a chance to survive.
No...it gave the Unspeakable a chance.
So he became Him.
Roger's consciousness was completely shattered, and was taken over by the scarlet eyes hidden in the darkness. He himself was chaos and disorder, and the power he showed was only driven by instinct. The instinct of the beast made him realize,
He needed some "intelligence" to take over all this, so he kneaded these broken consciousnesses together to create what he is today.
Under the body, the power of taboo is rolling. He is not in a hurry to continue to spread the disaster and make everyone join in this grand sublimation. Instead, he is panting and trying to remove the pain in his body.
The invisible sword penetrated his consciousness, and there was only one last sword left to kill him completely. Now he needed to stay away from the battlefield and let himself heal.
Besides, it looks really nice here.
The silence was far away, and the emotions of joy spread among the broken consciousness. It seemed that Roger, Edlen, and many other "personalities" with broken consciousness also liked this scene very much.
Yes, this is a beautiful scenery that is difficult for mortals to glimpse in their lifetime, as if this is a real paradise.
The sea of pure white clouds rolls quietly, stirring the sunlight. The scorching sun hangs high in the darkness. It is so bright that it is difficult to look directly. You can only turn your head and feel its temperature, scorching and poisonous, falling on the scales.
There was a slight but comfortable tingling sensation.
Most of the sounds have disappeared, and even the sound of the wind has become thinner, so beautiful, so...
Suddenly, there was a small noise in the long silence. He turned his head, but could not find the direction of the noise. Then he felt pain. The sting of the sun gradually became hot, and finally turned into a burning pain.
His figure began to shake and turned to one side. Countless holes were burned into his wings, and large swathes of flesh and blood mixed with blood fell down.
What's wrong?
He thought like this, and then another stream of blazing fire came from the bottom up, breaking through the golden earth and piercing the heaven.
The six wings vibrated, and he easily dodged the incoming fire. Then the clouds were stirred, and something was moving at high speed. He tried to catch up with the figure, but he only saw a quick flash of light, which cut through the clouds.
Hanging high above the head.
He raised his head and showed his vicious claws, each one like a sharp sword with a piercing edge.
But the flash of light overlapped with the scorching sun, and the brief bright light made him unable to see anything, and then the sound of anger sounded.
The giant steel blade penetrated his chest, and then the thick armor slammed into his body. The blazing fire followed the figure, carrying him to smash the golden earth and go straight into the rolling thunderclouds below.
He tried to push away the powerful enemy that was coming, but the opponent grabbed him tightly, and the iron feathers were gathered together, like a falling spear.
The two just fell, escaping from heaven and falling into the rolling thunderclouds.
The golden world disappeared, replaced by a dark and cold storm. He waved his sharp claws, arousing dazzling sparks and deep dents on the armor. The next moment, blazing fireworks sparked from under the body and exploded.
The fireworks pushed the armor away and threw it far away, and he got rid of the restraints and regained his freedom.
"Pathetic mortals..."
He looked at the fallen flame bearer, and the fireworks on his back almost ignited, but in the end they were extinguished feebly.
In order to support it to reach here, the fuel in the fuel tank has long been exhausted, but it still has a backup fuel tank, but it is prepared for a safe landing. Once this is used, no matter what the outcome of the battle is, Zhiyan
All will stall and crash into the earth.
Keep fighting, or flee?
He waited for the flame bearer's response and witnessed its fall and death, with a mocking expression on his flashing face, but the next second he was pulled with great force, and the pain of broken flesh and blood was felt in his limbs.
Lose balance and fall.
In his confused vision, he saw a line penetrating through the clouds and mist.
In the previous confrontation, not only was the sword pierced through his body, but also the nailed cables were penetrated. The flame bearer pulled him and retracted the cables, while the distance between the two continued to shrink.
The same blazing white fireworks ignited on the body of the flame holder. It grasped the cable and fired at him. One stream of fire was released in the rapid fall, some missed him, and some hit him accurately.
It hit His chest, and under the remaining wounds of the sword, a new round of fireworks ignited.
It's meaningless, this kind of offensive is meaningless, it just destroys His body.
He also let out bursts of thunderous roars, cut the cables with his sharp claws, and got rid of the shackles of the flame bearer, but this distance was enough for the flame bearer.
The fuel tank on the back fell off and fell under the clouds. The spare fuel tank was activated and burned fiercely, causing the falling figure of the flame bearer to slow down, followed by a counterattack.
"Fight with your life?"
His face was finally fixed on "Roger Cruz", and he showed his sword-like claws and flew towards the flame bearer.
In his opinion, the flame bearer in front of him is just the same body. Lorenzo is hiding somewhere on the ground, using the [gap] to remotely control this body, otherwise it would not give up so simply.
fuel, completely abandoning everything and fighting it at high altitude.
The two collided back and forth, and the flame bearer was obviously aware of the consumption of fuel. It would only start propulsion when necessary, and most of the time it would use its wings to glide, control the figure, and pursue him.
In the blink of an eye, the great sword was covered with sunken scars. After another slash filled with sparks, the great sword could no longer maintain its strength and completely collapsed. However, the flame holder still stubbornly waved the broken sword, fiercely
Hit Him.
Separated again, the thunder beside them roared, playing music for this brilliant decisive battle.
Another thunderbolt flashed across, like a blazing white snake wandering in the sky. The flame bearer threw the broken sword, and the cold metal rotated. Then there was thunder connected with it, and the blazing white snake followed the steel.
, as it cut into His flesh and blood, thunder roared from the sky.
The thunder light entangled and emitted a sharp cry, as if thousands of crows were flying and wailing.
The scales were scorched black, leaving behind fine, red-hot textures. He breathed out blood and thick smoke, and threw blazing fire at the flame bearer, igniting the steel armor and tearing apart the solid armor.
Metal.
This was a decisive battle that no one knew about. In the heavy rain in Jiudunling, some people raised their heads and tried to chase the figure of the flame bearer, but they could only see the fireworks shooting straight into the sky and then disappearing.
Now there are only bursts of thunder among the clouds, and the light is flashing. Using the black clouds as the drawing board and the blazing white thunder as the brush, the figures of the monsters are outlined in the cruel coldness.
Just like what was described in the ancient murals, they chased each other, brandishing their claws and fangs, trying to kill each other.
Finally, they broke through the dense thunderclouds and appeared again in the sky above Old Dunling. The heavy rain fell on the hot armor, stirring up bursts of white smoke, but it soon dissipated due to the convolution of the strong wind caused by the high-speed movement.
.
The two followed closely, falling, and when they almost hit the ground, they suddenly lifted up.
Another cable grabbed hold of Him, and the Flame Bearer followed closely behind Him, with the burning fire on his back sandwiched between the wings, like burning wings of light.
They passed through the streets, shattering the glass along the way, and the roaring wind carried the broken pieces, and then raised the water on the streets, gathering into huge waves.
During the struggle, he bumped into a tall building, and the flame bearer crashed in after him. The flames flashed between the floors, the building shook slightly, and then the other end was broken open.
The Flamer swung the dagger and cut deeply into his body, knocking him out of the building.
But similarly, His sharp claws also easily penetrated under the armor of the flame bearer, and with a little force, it twisted. The broken metal was like a twisted human body, and the unknown color liquid overflowed from the power tube, like the flame bearer.
Like the flames' blood, it spread all over his body.
The Flame Bearer tried to fight back, but the secret sword that had been hidden outside the battle was thrust out at this moment.
The secret sword glowed with flowing silvery white, and the sharp tail blade was suddenly thrown up, cutting off most of the iron feathers of the flame bearer, and then pierced the waist and abdomen from the side, and then pierced out from the other end.
The Original Sin Armor struggled a few times and then came to rest. The spare fuel seemed to be exhausted, and the flames flickered out a few times before finally going out completely.
The flame bearer lost power in the air and was caught by him. As he tightened his grip, the sharp claws dug deeply into the armor, almost crushing the flame bearer.
Waving his six wings, He dragged the flame bearer to fly high, then let go and threw him down.
The Flame Bearer still tried to resist, but in the face of this existence that could continuously distort and extend, what the Original Sin Armor could do was ultimately not as good as him.
Falling, it hit the Dun Ling Tower, and then slid all the way, falling from the edge of the Dun Ling Tower. Then it was penetrated by him who flew over, and while nailing it, it went all the way down the tower body, smashing into pieces.
Countless pieces of steel and masonry fell into the ruins on the street amid the fireworks and stagnant water.
The fight between the monsters seemed to really end with the fall of one party.
As the dust that was stirred up was washed away by the heavy rain, the flame bearer fell in the ruins like a giant's corpse. Soon after, he slowly fell and landed next to the corpse.
He won, but not easily.
The hideous and terrifying body was also covered with various scars. Among the six wings, several wings had been broken, and some had been cut off, leaving only the squirming sections of flesh and blood.
The same is true for the bones on the torso. His chest is sunken and there are wounds left by the big sword. There are still little fires burning inside, which are difficult to extinguish.
But the most deadly thing was still the severe pain in the depths of his mind. The encroachment from the antimeme and the fight with the flame bearer left him no time to recover from his mental injuries. Although his body was strong, his consciousness could be damaged at any time.
In a broken state.
The tail blade flew up and cut open the chest of the flame bearer. Just as he thought, there was a blank space under the body. Lorenzo was using the [gap] to control the flame bearer to fight against him.
After all, mortals do not have the courage to face Him.
He mocked, but his eyes were suddenly attracted by a flash of scarlet. The tail blade was slowly raised, and there was scarlet blood stains on the sharp edge. He didn't know whether it was his own, or...
He took a few more steps forward and stood on top of the steel corpse. He looked at the cut inside, which was filled with protruding and damaged metal. The skeleton was also twisted under the high-intensity battle, and there was blood overflowing inside.
.
This... this may be the blood of the Original Sin Armor. After all, this armor is a mixture of demon flesh and steel, he thought so, but the sharp pain that almost tore through his consciousness soon shattered all his ideas.
The swift nail sword first cut off his only wings, causing him to lose the ability to move at high speed, and then stabbed out from his back, penetrated his heart, and protruded from his chest.
"Lorenzo... Holmes!"
His face flashed back, he roared loudly, used his sharp claws to lift Lorenzo, and threw him to the other end of the ruins.
A huge amount of blood overflowed along the wound, and the flesh and blood squirmed, trying to heal the body, but the nailed sword carried poison, poisoning all regenerative power, breaking through the shackles of flesh and blood, poisoning his consciousness.
"It's quite a gamble, isn't it?"
Lorenzo stood up unsteadily, holding the nail sword in one hand and covering his abdomen with the other.
The secret sword that penetrated the flame bearer also scratched Lorenzo who was hiding inside. As long as it was deflected a little further, it could penetrate with his own spine.
Both monsters were scarred, the heavy rain washed away the blood on their bodies, and there was lightning and thunder.
The arm holding the nail sword trembled slightly. Countless lines slowly cracked on the arm that was pale from blood loss. Blood overflowed from under the broken skin, but soon, it was as if all the blood had been drained, leaving only scarlet red.
one slice.
"Actually, I don't think I can win. This kind of thing depends too much on luck. What's more, my luck has never been very good."
Lorenzo staggered and walked towards him. He tried to struggle, but this last sword seemed to detonate all the previous injuries. The wounds that should have healed opened one after another, and excessive blood overflowed, leaving
The water under my feet was dyed red.
He let out waves of low roars. In addition to the physical pain, his consciousness was also on the verge of shattering. The scars that had cut into his consciousness began to stir, almost tearing him apart.
"But it's like self-hypnosis. They all think I can win, so I have to win for them."
Countless faces flashed in Lorenzo's mind, and flashed back on his face. Then the face in the flashback was shattered. He was severely injured and could no longer maintain such a disguise, and was exposed.
The true face of chaos and disorder.
On the pale face, hundreds of eyes kept opening and closing, and he stretched out his sharp claws towards Lorenzo unsteadily, trying to kill him, and Lorenzo also quickened his pace, and finally started running quickly.
He roared loudly, as if he wanted to pour out all his resentment and anger.
Holding the nail sword high, there was no concealment in his movements. At this moment, he had no energy left to conceal it, he just simply raised the sword and slashed.
The scarlet eyes opened together, reflecting the figure of Lorenzo wielding the sword. At the same time, the slender tail whipped up the secret sword and chopped off Lorenzo's head.
"Blood feud!"
The two sword blades passed each other without overlapping trajectories. They both wanted to kill each other. This desire to kill was so ferocious that they did not want to block or dodge at all, leaving everything to the sword blade in their hands.
"Blood debt!"
The nail sword carries a massive amount of withering power, and it can kill him completely as long as it hits him. The secret sword also makes a roar, almost touching Lorenzo's neck, but the next second the secret sword freezes in mid-air.
In the middle, it could no longer be cut off. In the illusion, another pair of hands could be seen grabbing the secret sword. She was hidden in the deep darkness and was not revealed until this moment.
In a daze, Lorenzo seemed to see Watson smiling at him, and while he was holding back his breath, he used all his strength to send out the nailed sword in his hand.
"Pay with blood!"
The nail sword cut off the head and penetrated the heart. Lorenzo completed the final sword for Adren.
Just like completing the final execution, the scar carved into the soul was detonated, and his figure froze in place, and then endless blood spurted out from countless wounds.
The scarlet blood escaped from the body, and thousands of angels escaped with it. They flapped their wings, struggled to escape from the dark cage, and regained freedom.
Lorenzo let go of the broken nail sword, and the arm holding the sword hung down feebly. He raised his head and watched the angels leave. Then the thundercloud-filled sky collapsed, and golden light fell.