Changkong Haoyi, who came to Iceland alone, knocked on the wooden door of a house located on the black coastline far away from the city.
The door opened, and the man in the room was wrapped up tightly, looking like a brown bear. He made way to let Changkong Haoyi come in, and then he looked outside cautiously before closing the door.
"Just you?" It's hard to imagine that there are still people living on the surface in such extremely cold conditions.
Changkong Haoyi glanced at the strong man in front of him and said with a smile: "Otherwise, who else could be there? Anyway, if you come alone, you will die, if you come as a group, you will die, so it doesn't matter."
The strong man poured a glass of strong wine for Changkong Haoyi, and then he drank two large gulps into the bottle and said: "Maybe there will be a turn for the better, it doesn't necessarily have to be life and death."
Changkong Haoyi said: "Sir, you only gave me a week to deal with him. I have spent five days coming here from the South China Sea. Do you think I still have the heart to sit down and chat with him? Besides, he is
For a monster who has lived for thousands of years, the words I said must sound particularly childish to him."
The strong man understood. He got up and went back to the bedroom to get something back.
It was a mahogany box, and it looked like it could fit a violin in.
Changkong Haoyi glanced at it and asked, "Is this the holy sword you are talking about?"
The strong man opened the box silently. What was inside the box was indeed an ancient sword in the style of medieval European knights. However, it had been broken into several pieces and was covered with traces of time. It looked like nothing but scrap metal.
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"I asked for this thing from Tristan. He originally intended to give it to sir directly, but I thought you might need it more, so I brought it here. Maybe with it, you can still have a relationship with him.
The capital of dialogue." The strong man said the name of a Knight of the Round Table.
But it was obvious that the Knight of the Round Table he was talking about was the inheritor.
Changkong Haoyi nodded: "The old gentleman is quite reliable, but I wonder if this weapon made from Holy Grail fragments can really fight against the 'gods'?"
The strong man only said: "You will know after you try it."
Changkong Haoyi raised his head and glanced at him, then smiled: "Ah, you are right."
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The next day, Changkong Haoyi said goodbye to this mysterious man with a box on his back and embarked on the road to conquer the incarnation of the old god.
It is said that this person had known that someone would come to trouble him today, so he had been waiting for the intruder somewhere in the hinterland of Iceland a long time ago. Changkong Haoyi drove the snowmobile all the way north, and finally arrived at the time when it was supposed to be sunset that day.
We arrived at the end of the trip, a vast white wilderness.
The white here is not due to the accumulation of wind and snow, but the faint fluorescence of strange white flowers.
Changkong Haoyi took out the broken sword from the box. When he held the handle of the sword, the fragments of the broken sword instantly attached to the sword body and restored it to a complete knight's sword. It's a pity that Changkong Haoyi doesn't have a heavy sword with him now.
He pretended to be a war horse, otherwise he really planned to charge a knight in this vast white wilderness.
Dragging the long sword off the snowmobile.
In the center of the field, a woman with a bronze embroidered full-moon mask covering the upper half of her face held a silver scythe with her back facing the vast sky. She was tall, about two and a half meters tall, which was taller than the vast sky.
Meaning forty centimeters.
Seeing this mysterious incarnation wearing a slim white robe, and thinking about the photos that Wenren Jingxue brought before, Changkong Haoyi smiled bitterly and thought to himself: 'Sure enough, this girl is playing tricks on me again...'
Taking a deep breath, the vast sky cleared away distracting thoughts, and slowly walked towards the "incarnation of the old god".
When he took ten steps forward, the woman suddenly asked softly: "What do you think is the most valuable quality of human beings?"
Changkong Haoyi stopped when he heard this. He didn't want to answer such a boring question. He also felt that the exchange before the battle was purely hypocritical. However, when he thought that he was very likely to be killed instantly by the opponent with a single move, Changkong Haoyi stopped.
Footsteps said perfunctorily: "You mean love?"
After telling this answer, Changkong Haoyi felt that it was too cliche. He wanted to find a more interesting answer, but he didn't expect that the word "love" came out of his mouth.
The woman laughed: "Gee, a murderous executioner like you would believe in the so-called 'love'?"
Changkong Haoyi was unhappy when he heard this. He sneered and said: "Executioners also have their own positions and persistence. How can you say that because I killed many people who deserved to be killed, I don't understand 'love'?"
Is it possible that you are not satisfied with this answer?"
The woman shook her head and asked a new question: "What do you think the death of a person means? For example, if you die, will it mean anything?"
"Meaning? I don't think about it that much. The gentleman pointed out the direction for me, and I just walked in the direction he pointed. Meaning... it doesn't matter to me." Changkong Haoyi spoke quietly at the same time.
He moved forward a few steps, and unknowingly he had taken another ten steps forward, but at this time he was still thirty steps away from the woman.
Although the two of them are far apart, because they are both extraordinary people, there is no obstacle to their conversation.
When the woman heard Changkong Haoyi's answer, she couldn't help but sigh: "If you don't even know the meaning of your own existence, how can you stand and persist? Don't you think it's ridiculous?"
Changkong Haoyi was not angry when he heard this, but said: "What's funny is not me, nor the so-called meaning of my death. What's funny is this world, this terrible, desperate world, and as for you
As I said, if you don’t know the meaning of your existence, you have no position...well...then you are wrong, I know, my meaning is to fill a dark ravine, as long as others who step on us can create a new one
A better future, it doesn’t matter how they evaluate me in the future, this is what I mean, this is my stance and persistence, so can we stop talking nonsense, I am here to kill you, not to chat with you."
"Kill me?" The woman suddenly turned around, waving the silver sickle and standing behind her again.
The sharp sound of the sickle cutting through the air was terrifying.
Changkong Haoyi finally saw the woman's face clearly, but the strange mask obscured her peerless appearance.
‘This is the ‘incarnation of the old god’? Sure enough... it’s much more beautiful than I imagined.’ Changkong Haoyi sighed in his heart.
"Yes, I will kill you and find the whereabouts of the last 'Old God' so that we can regenerate this world. Am I clear enough?" Changkong Haoyi was a little impatient, but he didn't.
Rush to attack.
It was not a surprise to Changkong Haoyi that the incarnation of the old god was a woman.
He even felt that the other person might not have a gender at all, but just looked more feminine.
"A silver sickle of the same height? This kind of weapon is not for ordinary people to use, but if it is used well enough... then it will be troublesome..." Changkong Haoyi was talking to the woman while weighing the strength gap between the two sides in his heart.
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After the woman heard Changkong Haoyi's true purpose of killing her, she suddenly laughed.
But the ethereal laughter was clearly mixed with crying, and it was completely the cry of a yandere. Changkong Haoyi's eyes gradually became sharp, and he knew that the other party had already had murderous intentions, and the next moment was the time for his men to show their real moves.
"Giggle, giggle..." When the woman laughed, many children could be seen looming in the surrounding fields.
The original dark darkness in the sky was replaced by purple haze.
Not only did the wilderness become cooler, but after the darkness dissipated, the whole world became much clearer. Unfortunately, the sun was still not visible, and Changkong Haoyi felt a little disappointed in his heart.
"Will you get what you want if you kill me?" the woman suddenly asked.
Changkong Haoyi nodded: "That's what sir said."
The woman nodded: "That's interesting... I am becoming more and more curious about what kind of existence this 'sir' you are talking about is, but... he should be quite powerful, at least in terms of brainwashing you, he is very good.
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When he heard the word brainwashing, Changkong Haoyi, who had been relatively calm at first, suddenly became irritated.
Changkong Haoyi, holding a sword in one hand and a fist in the other, said in a deep voice: "Sir, your righteousness does not allow you to be so blasphemous. You are just an incarnation of those outsiders who are above all things. You don't understand this race at all.
You are not qualified to comment too much on the pain, so... that's it for now."
As soon as he finished speaking, Changkong Haoyi, who was also wearing white clothes, rushed forward.
He is extremely fast!
It only takes the blink of an eye, and the distance of thirty meters can be reached in the blink of an eye.
The long sword in her hand drew several rays of cold light, and the air seemed to be cut into pieces in an instant. The woman who was always calm and calm only retreated slightly, and the sickle standing behind her turned in front of her a few times before blocking the sky.
Haoyi's entire offensive attack.
Then, before Changkong Haoyi launched another stormy attack, the woman opened her mouth slightly towards Changkong Haoyi.
Changkong Haoyi's eyes moved, and his left hand reached towards his waist and then twitched, followed by a "buzz" sound. Changkong Haoyi had been knocked back several meters away, and behind him, a field full of small flowers appeared.
In the half-moon-shaped wasteland, all the flowers and plants were uprooted.
'Pulse attack?! Good guy, it's a humanoid self-propelled cannon!' Changkong Haoyi put away the soft sword that blocked the attack, and stepped forward again.
The two sides were fighting each other, and the sound of gold and iron clashing could be heard endlessly.
In the blink of an eye, a large area of the wilderness had been completely destroyed. But until the tiger's mouth exploded in the sky, and I was exhausted and panting, I didn't see the woman hurt at all.
She seemed to be killing time with Zhangkong Haoyi.
Knowing that he could not win the battle with his current strength alone, Changkong Haoyi inserted the knight's sword by his side, then took out a small thing from his arms and swallowed it.
The woman just looked at him, and then asked in slight surprise: "What did you eat? Why do you seem to suddenly become stronger?"
Changkong Haoyi, who was suffering from the bite of the mimic crystal insect, could not say a word.
His body was shaking, veins popped up on his neck and forehead, and he screamed to the sky in pain.
But the woman just tilted her head and said to herself: "Is it necessary to do this?"
Changkong Haoyi didn't hear these words. He also knew that under the disparity in strength, the other party would not even bother to take advantage of this opportunity to kill him, so he simply gave himself more time to adapt.
Mimic crystal worm is a "poison" that Changkong Haoyi obtained from Hatoyama Qiqi to break through the limits of the physical body. It can give Changkong Haoyi a superhuman body and speed in a very short period of time, but at the same time, it also
It will completely destroy Changkong Haoyi's physical foundation.
When these mimic crystal worms consume all the submorphic fusion core in Changkong Haoyi's body, the only thing waiting for Changkong Haoyi is death.
However, in order to kill the incarnation of the old god and exchange one life for another, Changkong Haoyi felt that it was quite worth it.
I just don’t know if Hatoyama Qiqi lied to him.
"The scientific name of this thing is Mimic Crystal Insect, also known as 'God-killing Power'. It is said that eating it can give mortals like me the power to resist gods in a short period of time... Of course, this is all the work of the scientific madmen under Mr.
To put it another way, whether it is so strong depends on whether I can win the battle." Changkong Haoyi slowly said the answer after adapting for a while.
The woman nodded, swung the sickle, and slashed straight at the unmoving sky for a month and a half.
Changkong Hao did not dodge when he saw the situation, and only relied on his physical body to resist.
The next second, Changkong Haoyi, who was originally supposed to be cut into two pieces by a single blow, remained intact, and even the clothes on his body were not damaged much.
The woman finally showed a serious expression when she saw this scene.
Changkong Haoyi was very satisfied, but he couldn't drag it out any longer. Hatoyama Qiuqi said that he only had half an hour. If the battle couldn't end in half an hour, it was recommended to self-destruct directly to avoid being eaten up by crystal worms.
Internal organs, painful to the point of death.
So Changkong Haoyi launched another attack, and this time the knight's long sword in his hand seemed to be awakened as well. One man and one sword rushed towards the incarnation of the god.
Under the night, light and shadow intertwined, going back and forth.
Hundreds of meters of cracks were torn open in the earth, and the snow-white wilderness turned into messy graffiti.
When Changkong Haoyi's sword pierced the woman's heart and he was decapitated by the sickle in the woman's hand, Changkong Haoyi smiled.
He knew that he would definitely die if he passed this stop, but he did it.
Seeing the frightened and angry look on that woman's face, Zhangkong Haoyi no longer had any nostalgia.
When his head fell to the ground, the woman also slowly knelt down in a field of white flowers, holding the sword that penetrated her heart.
Changkong Haoyi, who had been transformed by a special prosthetic body, could still survive for some time after his body and head were separated. However, he did not look at the woman, nor did he quarrel with her or talk boring nonsense. Instead, he stared at the misty woman as if he had been liberated.
The strange sky of purple light was silent.
"Boom!"
Very far away, a gunshot rang out.
Two seconds later, the woman's head exploded while she was trying to pull the sword out of her heart.
Only then did she truly die.
But the gunfire didn't stop there.
"Boom!"
Another shot!
This time the bullet hit the woman's right arm. When the arm exploded, the silver sickle finally became dim.
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