Pieces of land, starting from the outer edge of the ninth layer, collapsed into the void.
[Mythical level] Items cannot be destroyed due to this.
Only the "battlefield" collapsed.
Pillars of pitch-black light poured out from the collapsed cracks.
The battlefield where the outcome of the battle was decided seemed to have lost the meaning of existence for the gods.
They are cleaning everything the way they like.
Clean and neat.
…
A moment.
Maybe a second.
Maybe half a second.
Maybe a shorter time.
Connor's sword fell...
A moment later, Oda Mai appeared behind Connor. Her broken knife was stuck in the tiger's mouth of her left hand, as if it had never been pulled out. She raised her head, her withered hair clinging to her forehead, her long hair After exhaling a breath, he never took it in again and stopped abruptly.
"good."
After a moment of silence, Connor turned around and put the giant sword into the holster behind his back: "I'm very happy."
"puff!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the invincible body he was so proud of opened a ferocious gash in his chest without any warning.
This gash extended from his left shoulder to his lower right abdomen. There were cracks in the pale ribs. Even deep in the ribs, a living heart could be faintly seen, beating vigorously. The blood flowed out and dyed Connor's pants red. Oda This sword dance almost cut through Connor's heart!
Boom!
Oda Mai fell to the ground.
Her pupils gradually dilated.
In her abdomen, her internal organs slid out along the horrific bloody hole.
Connor's sword destroyed her internal organs and took her life.
Oda Mai closed her eyes, and the gentle smile on her face completely solidified and was fixed here.
At this moment, she was as quiet as a sleeping beauty.
…
"Ahhh!"
"No!"
"Don't go!"
"No!"
Red light spots were escaping from Bartholomew Dylan's body. During the dispersion process, the dots of glow quickly completed the process of "bright" to "dark" and dissipated invisible.
The moment Miriam officially became a "War Knight", Bartholomew Dylan also lost his qualification as a candidate.
Bartholomew Dylan no longer had the calmness he had just before. He stretched out his hands desperately to catch the light spots overflowing from the surface of his body, as if he wanted to catch the "light spots" back into his body.
After a while, he looked crazy and rushed to the altar.
boom!
He was thrown ten meters away by the light curtain raised by the altar, with blood flowing from his mouth, looking like a madman.
Yi Lin breathed a long sigh of relief.
But the next moment, he felt worried again.
Where to go next?
He had already felt the collapse of the ground in the distance.
This place is about to collapse.
All undead will be "cleared".
Human beings are so insignificant. In the eyes of the gods, they are not even as good as dust. If they say "obliterate", they will "obliterate" them. When the dust is being swept away, it will be swept with a broom a few more times, but the undead do not have this kind of time to struggle.
Connor D. Solomon, bleeding from his chest, calmly walked past Yi Lin.
His eyes first fell on Yi Lin, and then on the crazy-looking Bartholomew Dylan not far away. Then he shook his head and said in a pitiful tone: "Those who cannot accept failure frankly, Not worthy of being called a 'knight'."
Yi Lin looked at Connor and didn't make a move.
He knew it made no sense.
"You are very good," Connor D. Solomon walked past Yi Lin and stepped into the altar: "I don't hate what you do, and I can't fight with you on a bigger stage... I, Connor D. D. Solomon, I feel very sorry."
What he meant was that Yi Lin was destined to die here.
No one can break the rules.
He will live as a "winner", while Yilin, as a "loser", is destined to die completely with the collapse of the "battlefield".
He didn't bother to do it, besides, he was already enjoying himself.
Of course, it's not that he underestimates Yi Lin. Although Connor D. Solomon is very obsessed with swords, he is not stupid. This place is about to collapse. If he is dragged here by Yi Lin and unable to enter the altar, even he will
Die here.
"That woman will be a good opponent."
Connor waved to Yi Lin at the altar. His simple and unpretentious movements revealed a desperate meaning - "Farewell".
Connor D. Solomon, the figure disappeared into the altar.
within the starry sky,
The fourth "actor" returns to his position!
The throne made of countless weapons exuded the smell of steel and blood. Silver armor was draped on Connor, and he endured it all calmly.
Pieces of weapons formed the armor on his body, and when the silver light formed the helmet, the armor completely covered Connor's face, leaving only a cold shadow.
it's over!
All the gods, the four thrones, and the figures of the four "knights" disappeared from the starry sky.
The shadows representing "gods" disappeared in the blink of an eye, like the audience hiding from the curtain.
The starry sky extinguished, leaving only an empty darkness.
Boom!
Yi Lin's feet cracked, and black liquid surged from the cracks, gradually turning into a sea and swallowing everything here.
Yi Lin understood that the moment the four knights were born, the world of the dead had completed its mission as a "gambling table" and was about to be wiped out by the four masters who controlled everything.
What will you do after cheating?
Of course, it's to destroy the corpses and destroy the evidence.
This is natural. If it were Yi Lin, Yi Lin would do the same thing.
So...what kind of opportunity is this?
Yi Lin floated up and looked at the collapsing world. This scene was very familiar to him, so he took his time and looked for a way out.
No,
As long as Green doesn't trick him, the opportunity will definitely appear here!
"Hell" has been abandoned. If Yi Lin guessed correctly, this place has been out of sight of the gods!
There won’t be any more sights, pay attention here!
Yi Lin calmly stretched out his hand, and the halo of freedom surged between his wrists. He tried to open the portal to see if he could escape in this way. But the reality was cruel, and Yi Lin could not understand the coordinates of "outside the world"
, naturally there is no way to escape from this hell!
"Ah...ah...ah..."
suddenly.
Desperate Bartholomew Dylan frantically scratched his handsome face with both hands. On his face, the sharp nails left horrific wounds, the skin was torn, and the fat layer under the face was yellow.
It was clearly visible. Bartholomew Dylan's "Magic Eye" glowed with a strange green light, and his body began to swell, twist, and rupture, and pale and twisted limbs stretched out, pulling him away.
pack.
Yi Lin's face changed as he looked at Bartholomew, who was gradually becoming "perverted". Unsurprisingly, Bartholomew would become Yi Lin's last enemy. Due to Yi Lin's intervention, Bartholomew Dylan lost his ability to become
The last chance of the "War Knight", in the collapsing hell, Bartholomew had only two choices, either to accept death calmly or to take revenge wildly. Obviously, Bartholomew collapsed and chose the latter.
"Die, die, die, die!"
Barthemero twisted into a "sphere" made entirely of residual limbs. He turned into a ball. Barthemero's faces were revealed from the twisted flesh. Yilin's heart skipped a beat. He had not yet
There was no time to experience the power of his magic eyes. In the blink of an eye, the pair of magic eyes turned into N pairs. This was a bit bad.
Yi Lin took out his two guns and hurriedly charged up his power.
No, it's too late.
"Snapped!"
Yi Lin clapped his palms in front of him, put them together, and united his two spears! Then he pulled again.
"Moon Destroyer Cannon!"
The two revolvers turned into red and white lights, and a two-meter-long cannon was shaped into Yi Lin's hands. But just when he was about to pull the trigger, Yi Lin's movements suddenly paused. This strange "pause" made Yi Lin
Rin frowned, with surprise in his eyes.
"Hahahaha! Die, die!"
Countless magic eyes lit up with green light, and then, white light rose on the "flesh sphere". In the dark void, strange "balls" appeared one after another. Each ball floated in the sky and began to follow the rules.
Certain laws and orbits make axial movement possible.
"Astral Magic!"
Countless forts seemed to appear in the void and began to bombard the collapsed ninth floor.
The blazing white light drowned everything.
Yi Lin ate a lot, and his tattered body was in pieces, but the blood in his body began to repair Yi Lin's damage, and the wriggling flesh and blood rebuilt his body.
Physical energy was lost violently in an instant, and a strong sense of fatigue came over. Yilin looked at the "Barsemero Ball" in surprise. What was that strange feeling when he was stared at by the magic eye just now? Not only that, Yilin
Rin clearly wanted to escape just now, but her body didn't obey her orders.
Being controlled?
No, it's not that simple.
The intertwined "reasons" were like a spider web, showing "reality" in front of Yi Lin's eyes. It took Yi Lin three seconds to understand the current situation.
The true identity of Bartholomew's "Magic Eye" and his "Astral Magic"!
"I see."
Under the fierce astral artillery bombardment, Yi Lin endured the continuous artillery fire. With his remaining left hand, he grabbed five "blood balls" that only he could see from his eyes and slapped them into his chest.
"It's not me that's wrong, it's the world!"
Blood-colored light pillars soared into the sky, lighting up the darkness and bringing the final ominous light to this ruined world of the undead!
According to the normal rhythm, once this skill is released, it will crush and push the opponent away, leaving no trace behind.
But this time, it's a little different...
…
【Sizzling...】
【Sizzling...】
【Sizzling...】
…
Yi Lin felt like her head had been hammered.
He was confused.
When you open your eyes again.
He found himself in a somewhat familiar place.
The spacious room is bright on all sides. The bright LED lights make this closed room as bright as day.
Where is this place?
Isn't he in hell?
Isn't he planning to counterattack and kill Barthelmero?
His skills are almost perfected.
He was preparing to strike hard.
Yi Lin lowered his head, he was holding a notebook in his hand.
On the notebook, there was a line written - [Round].
In front of him,
A man with sunken eyes, who looked like he hadn't slept in more than ten years, or who hadn't taken a shower in several years, and whose hair was as unique as a bird's nest, was holding a stick and staring at him with a silly smile.
Pan, Pan, Pan Zhengyi????
Yi Lin tilted her neck, and countless little question marks popped up on her forehead.
As for how to distinguish the two personalities of "Pan Zhengyi" and "Pan Xiaozheng" at a glance.
Very simple.
The person who likes to rub sticks and pretend to be serious is Pan Xiaozheng.
Pan Zhengyi is the one who likes to swing sticks and giggle.
Pan Zhengyi,
Are you finally dead?
The moment she saw this face, Yi Lin's brain froze for a moment.
After living in hell for a long time, there is a sequelae: whenever you see a moving person, you will subconsciously think that he is a "dead person".
Pan Zhengyi held up [Harley Quinn's best friend] and waved to Yi Lin: