Lord of the Mysteries v6c115 - Sogou MTL

"Attack!"

Hearing the chief words, Dairic froze for a moment, then instinctively opened his arms.

During this process, his sight suddenly blurred, and his throat uttered a voice of extreme depression and deep voice.

A ball of light full of sacred flames fell out of thin air, engulfing the "dark angels" Sassier and Colin Iliad.

Before the light burst, Dairic pulled back his arm and drew a white and pure "no-dark gun" in his palm.

In the crackling sound, this light pike passed through the sacred flame and hit the evil spirit's head accurately.

The brilliant and dazzling light burst open and completely covered the area. Even Klein, who was closing his crazy mind, could not help but close his eyes and distort his face because he was too close to avoid it. He felt that one after another " spirit worms "were evaporating, and that the connection between the erosive forces of" blasphemy against the slate "and" true creator "had not been fully established.

Where there seems to be a rising sun, the shadow of "dark angel" Sassely looms, twisting and swaying in the blazing white brilliance and sacred flame, fading and melting.

Then, the shadows covering the walls, stone pillars and floor tiles began to disintegrate, revealing one inch after another of orange brilliance.

This palace, hidden in the residence of the giant king and coexisting with the real world, has finally lost its power to continue and will no longer be isolated from the outside world.

This also means that the special evil spirit that has lost contact with the "chaotic sea" has really been purified.

Just when the shadow palace began to collapse and did not completely collapse, the invisible force finally penetrated the barrier and came down a little, making the erosion part of Klein's body gathered together becomes more active.

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

The flesh and blood immediately broke away from Klein's body, cut off all kinds of invisible links with him, and quickly wriggled and developed into a shadow hand, catching the object along the illusory "light" between itself and the first "blasphemy slab".

At the same time, in the dream world of the "relics of the war of gods", before the projection of the residence of the giant king.

Amon, wearing a peaked bonnet and a classic black robe, sat on a tall grey handrail, facing away from the orange road separating the sea of ​​clouds, looking leisurely at the grey-blue gate covered with golden nails, wondering how long he had been waiting.

All of a sudden, he was wearing a monocle in his right eye. He easily jumped down the railing and came to the door of the projection of the Giant King's residence.

"'chaos sea' power began to fade, can use the bug directly into ..." Armon smiling to himself, while stretched out his right hand, according to the projection on the door.

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

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Backlander, somewhere in the battlefield.

With short golden brown hair and dark green eyes, Crestey Seymour knelt on the ground and supported herself with a pure white bone sword less than one meter in front of her.

He has one edge after another blackened holes and cracks through his body, his teeth have been raised one by one, become sharp, like beasts.

The senior deacon of the "night watchman" whose consciousness began to blur struggled to turn his eyes away from the weak enemy nearby and cast them into the sky.

The orange dusk has partially invaded the deep night.

Crestey Seymour tried hard to pull out his bone sword, got up to fight, and did his last duty as a night watchman, but his arms were shaking violently and his breathing had become weak.

In the star world, there is a quiet darkness full of moon flowers, night vanilla and other plants.

All of a sudden, a series of orange rays shone into the country, bringing some areas back to dusk, leaving one flower after another withering and dying.

In the lonely dusk, a huge figure like a mountain peak came out. His limbs were extremely long and he was wearing a silver armor full of dilapidation. His face was covered by the armor, only a faint orange glow was revealed.

He carried an exaggerated sword in his hand, letting the tip hang down naturally and touching the dark "ground".

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

In the depths of darkness, the same large figure dragged a long giant sickle floating out.

He was wearing a long, dark dress that was layered but not complicated. It was decorated with countless bright lights, just like the stars at night.

His ribs, his waist, each have two arms grow out, the surface is covered with dark short hair.

His six hands, two holding the heavy black giant sickle, two holding a round of crimson "moon", one empty, one clutching an ancient gold jewelry.

The shape of the ornament is a slender bird, surrounded by wings made up of pale flames. The light in its bronze eyes is stacked one upon another, as if forming one false door after another.

For this kind of scene, the giant was not surprised at all. He stepped forward faster and faster and gradually approached the charge.

His sword dragged in darkness and dusk rubbed against all sides, inspiring a little bit of clear morning light.

At this time, on the other side of the moon flowers, night vanilla abrupt increase, crazy growth, soon became equivalent to the primeval forest living for thousands of years of trees, dense, covered the "sky".

Among these trees, a dark green vine, decorated with various herbs and flowers, stands out.

He is also as huge as a mountain peak, with a plump figure, a floating dress and an imaginary baby in his arms.

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

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In the palace where the shadow gradually disintegrated, although the eroded part broke away on its own, Klein no longer had to worry about the hidden dangers in this respect, but it was equivalent to cutting away many of his living "spirit worms" directly, making him still couldn't help making a low inhalation sound, and one transparent twisted worm after another climbed out of the twisted face, with mysterious patterns. The spirit was like a lake thrown into a boulder, which was difficult to calm down at the moment.

At this moment, he was covered with a layer of bloody eyes due to pain, reflecting the familiar figure of Tao.

It was Amon, the "Time Angel" wearing a monocle and a peaked bonnet.

Amon smiled at him and scared him to think about returning to the "source castle" immediately.

Although this is a bit sorry for "Sun" Dairic, Klein feels that he has reached the "Source Castle" and has the power of angels, but has the opportunity to save each other. After all, outside influence can already be exerted here.

But after a short while, the "time angel" turned his eyes to the gray "blasphemy slate" and to the shadow hand that was growing stronger as the disintegration of the "sleeping place" deepened.

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

The monocle that the crystal ground into became dark immediately, as if it were a mixture of countless colors, which is difficult to describe in detail.

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

The "blasphemer" released some power or cohesion that he did not know when or where to steal!

The "blasphemy slab" suddenly vibrated and made a buzzing sound as if it were alive.

It broke away from the illusory "light" that remained unstable between itself and the shadow master and flung itself at Amon!

This looks just because of fear barely recovered from the pain klein eyes a clot of light, can't believe my eyes.

The first piece of "blasphemy slab" did not choose the "real creator" of the "upside down" approach, but defectiveed to the "time angel" of the "thief" approach!

The moments after stay leng, crane vaguely understand why:

Amon's body wandered in the abandoned land of God for thousands of years, entered Chernobyl, searched for the history of the Second and even the pre-First Centuries, and certainly lingered on the edge of the "chaotic sea". He did some dangerous research and "stole" to a special kind. At this time, he only used this special release to attract "blasphemy tablets".

In short, the king of angels has been preparing for this for a long time, and the "real creator" has not yet come down completely. He must wait for the "sleeping place" of the "dark angel" to collapse completely.

But the question is, why did Amon steal the first "blasphemy slab"? It's no use bringing it ... He can't even turn to the "audience", "ruler", "sun" and "upside-down" paths ! Is it just fun? When the gods and elder brothers were plotting to desecrate the stone slab, they suddenly stepped in, stole it and ran away? But for him, isn't it more important to catch me? Confused by Amon's purpose, Klein slipped back and opened his eyes wide, trying to spy on the surface of the gray slate, trying to write down the potion formula he needed.

"Sequence 1: Mysterious Waiter ..." As soon as the corresponding words came into his eyes, Amon held out his left hand and grabbed the "blasphemy slab". Then, he suddenly turned around and pressed his right hand against the gray- blue gate, which was still covered with a small amount of shadow.

The figure in the peaked bonnet and the classic black robe soon collapsed and went straight through the door, disappearing.

Crane eroded part of the condensed shadow hand in the "sleeping place" constantly collapse, rapid expansion, eventually turned into a black shadow, chasing amon, rushed out of the closed door.

The next second, all the shadows faded away and the orange light lit up the palace where the giant king once lived.

In front of the iron black throne, Colin Iliad emerged on the steps of the dusk light.

He was wearing tattered silver armor, revealing his face with many old scars, and sat there quietly, just like a soldier who ended the last war.

His two straight swords at dawn have become fragments, and his breath has disappeared. However, Klein can feel that his will and spirit remain, and he is reluctant to disperse completely.

At the bottom of the steps, Dairic saw this scene, her eyes red, running close, her steps stumbling, unlike a demigod.

He soon squatted beside Colin Iliad and shouted in a low voice:

"Chief ..."