Lord of the Mysteries v6c115 - Tencent MTL

"attack!"

Hearing the chief's words, Derek was stunned for a moment, and then instinctively opened his arms.

In the process, his vision suddenly blurred, and there was a sound in his throat that was oppressed to the extreme and low to the extreme.

A ball of light filled with sacred flames fell out of nowhere, bringing the Dark Angels Saslier and Colin. The figure of the Iliad was swallowed up at the same time.

Before the light burst, Derek pulled his arm back and condensed a white and pure "no dark gun" in his hand.

In the crackling sound, the long gun of light passed through the sacred flame and accurately hit the head of the evil spirit.

The brilliant, dazzling light bloomed, completely covering the area, and even Klein, who was gathering crazy ideas, was so close that he could not avoid it, so he could not help closing his eyes and twisting his face. I felt that one "spirit worm" after another was evaporating, and the unestablished connection between the "blasphemy slate" and the erosive force of the "true creator" had been purified.

It was as if there was a place where the sun rose, and the figure of "Dark Angel" Sasriel loomed, twisted and swayed in the blazing brilliance and sacred flame, diluted and melted away.

Then the shadows covering the walls, pillars and floor tiles began to unravel, revealing inch after inch of orange glow.

This is hidden in the residence of the Giant King, and the palace coexisting with the real world has finally lost the power to continue, and no longer cut off the influence of the outside world.

It also means that the special evil spirit that has lost contact with the Sea of chaos has really been purified.

Just as the Shadow Palace began to collapse but not completely disintegrated, the invisible force finally penetrated the barrier and came down a little, activating the erosive part of Klein's body that had gathered together.

They protruded from Klein's chest and turned into a dark mass of flesh and blood.

The flesh soon broke away from Klein's body, cut off all invisible connections with him, wriggled and grew rapidly, turned into a shadowy hand, and grabbed the object along the illusory "light" between itself and the first blasphemous slate.

At the same time, in the dream world of the relic of Divine War, in front of the projection of the Giant King's residence.

Amon, wearing a pointed hat and a classical black robe, sat on the tall gray-white railing, turned his back to the orange road that separated the sea of clouds, and looked leisurely at the gray-blue gate covered with golden nails. I don't know how long he had been waiting.

Suddenly, with the monocle glasses he was wearing in his right eye, he easily jumped off the railing and came to the projected door of the giant king's residence.

"the power of the 'sea of chaos' is beginning to fade, and you can use that bug to go straight in." Amon said to himself with a smile as he stretched out his right hand and pressed it against the projection of the gate.

His figure then softened, lost the sense of reality, and the light "flowed" into the door.

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Beckland, somewhere on the battlefield.

Crestey with short blond hair and dark green eyes. Cecima knelt on one knee and propped herself up with a pure white bone sword of less than one meter.

He had one blackened hole after another and one crack after another through his body, and his teeth had protruded and become sharp, like beasts.

The senior deacon of the Night Watch, whose consciousness began to blur, struggled to look away from the weak enemy not far away and into the sky.

The orange dusk has partly invaded the deep night.

Crestey. Cecima tried hard to draw his sword, get up and fight, and do his last duty as a night watchman, but his arms trembled violently and his breath became weak.

Among the stars, there is a vast expanse of tranquility and darkness covered with moon flowers, nocturnal herbs and other plants.

Suddenly, a line of orange light into this country, so that some areas back to dusk, so that a blossom of grass have withered, the row will wither.

In the lonely dusk, a huge figure like a mountain peak came out, his limbs were long, he was wearing silver armor full of sense of destruction, and his face was obscured by armor, showing only a faint orange light.

With an exaggerated sword in his hand, he let the tip droop naturally and touched the dark "ground".

As the giant of terror walked forward step by step, the sword kept dragging in the dark, splitting the ground and solidifying at dusk.

In the depths of the darkness, the same large figure floated out with a long giant sickle.

He wears a long black dress that is layered but not complicated, dotted with innumerable splendor, just like the stars at night.

His ribs and his waist each had two arms, and the surface was covered with short dark hair.

In his six hands, two held the heavy black sickle, two held a scarlet "moon", one was empty, and the other clasped an ancient ornament made of gold.

The shape of the ornament was a slender bird, surrounded by wings of pale flames, and its bronze eyes were stacked with light, as if to form one illusory door after another.

For such a scene, the giant is not surprised, the pace forward is getting faster and faster, getting closer to the charge.

His long sword dragged in the darkness and dusk rubbed around, arousing a little bit of clear morning light.

At this time, the moon flowers and nocturnal vanilla on the other side grew abruptly and grew crazily, and soon became equivalent to the trees that had lived in the primeval forest for thousands of years, obscuring the "sky".

Among these trees, the figure is highlighted by dark green vines and decorated with various herbs and flowers.

He is also as big as a mountain, with a plump figure, a fluttering dress and an illusory baby in his arms.

As soon as the figure came, he followed the dusk giant, half floating and half flying close to the humanoid wolf dragging the giant dark sickle.

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In the palace where the shadow is gradually disintegrating, although the erosion part breaks away by itself, so that Klein does not have to worry about the hidden dangers in this respect, this is equivalent to directly cutting away many of his living "spirit worms." he could not help but let out a low inhale sound, and on his twisted face crawled out one transparent and twisted worm after another, with mysterious patterns, and his spirit seemed to have been thrown into a lake of boulders. It's hard to calm down for a while.

Just then, he was covered with a layer of blood because of pain, reflecting the familiar figure of Tao.

It was the Angel Amon wearing monoculars and a pointed bonnet.

Ameng smiled at him, which scared him to change his mind on the spot and return directly to the "source fortress."

Although this is a little sorry to "Sun" Derrick, but Klein feels that he is above the "Source Castle" and has the power at the angel level, but he has a chance to save each other. After all, the influence of the outside world can already be exerted here.

But in the twinkling of an eye, the "angel of time" turned his eyes to the gray "blasphemous slate" and to the shadow hand, which was getting stronger and stronger with the deepening of the disintegration of "the Land of Sleeping".

Amon immediately raised his right hand and adjusted the monoculars in his right eye.

The monocle glasses made of crystal suddenly became dark, as if they were mixed with countless colors, and it was difficult to describe them in detail.

In front of Amon, an illusory, scary, slightly rippling deep "ocean" emerged.

The "blasphemer" unleashed some kind of power or cohesion that was stolen from somewhere and when.

The "blasphemous slate" suddenly vibrated and buzzed as if alive.

It broke away from the shadowy illusory "light" left between the giant hands of the shadow and threw it at Amon!

Klein, who had just recovered from the pain with fear, could not believe his own eyes.

The first "blasphemous slate" did not choose the "real creator" of the "upside down" approach, but defected to the "time angel" of the "thief" approach!

After a moment in a daze, Klein vaguely understood:

Amon Noumenon wandered in the abandoned land for thousands of years, entered Chernobyl, looking for the history of the second period and even before the first period, must have hovered on the edge of the "sea of chaos", did some dangerous research, "stole" to something special, at this time, he just made use of this special release to attract "blasphemous slate".

To put it simply, the King of Angels has been preparing for this for a long time, and the "true Creator" has not yet fully arrived and must wait for the "sleeping place" of the Dark Angel to collapse completely.

But the question is, why did Amon steal the first blasphemous slate? It's no use for him to bring it. He simply cannot turn to the ways of "audience", "person", "tyrant", "sun" and "upside down"! Is it just because it's fun? When the gods and brothers were plotting this "blasphemous slate", they suddenly stepped in, stole it and ran away? But isn't it more important for him to catch me? Puzzled by Amon's purpose, Klein stepped back quietly and opened his eyes wide, trying to peep into the surface of the gray slate, trying to write down the potion formula he needed.

"sequence 1: secret waiter." As soon as the corresponding words were reflected in his eyes, Amon held out his left hand, grabbed the "blasphemous slate", then turned abruptly and pressed his right hand on the gray-blue door still covered with a small amount of shadow.

The figure in a pointed bonnet and classical black robe immediately vanished, went straight through the door and disappeared.

Klein's partially congealed shadow hand expands rapidly in the constant collapse of the Land of Sleeping, and eventually turns into a black shadow that chases Amon and rushes out of the closed door.

The next second, all the shadows disappeared, and the orange glow lit up the palace where the Giant King once lived.

In front of the iron black throne, on the steps shining at dusk, Colin. The figure of Iliad emerged.

Dressed in shabby silver armor and showing a face with many old scars, he sat there quietly like a soldier who had ended the last war.

His two straight swords in the morning had been broken to pieces, and his breath had disappeared, but Klein could feel that his will and spirit still remained, and he was reluctant to go away completely.

Derek, who saw this at the bottom of the steps, ran close with red eyes, stumbling, unlike a demigod.

He soon crouched on Colin. Beside Iliad, he shouted in a low voice:

"Chief."