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The wind that was howling all the time had stopped at some point.
The large arena was already in ruins, and the entire ground seemed to have been plowed over. Wisps of light smoke emerged from the charred soil from time to time.
Deathly silence.
The sky was still shining with a soft blue light, and the kings waited patiently, because they knew that this life-and-death battle was not over yet, although the final result had already been determined.
The end of the two kings is an unprecedented event in the world of death for thousands of years. Before the final moment arrives, every scene is worth keeping in the deepest memory of all the kings.
The tall and strong body of the Ninth Knight stood up staggeringly again, traces of smoke overflowing from the numerous wounds on his body, his face was twisted, and smoke could not help blowing out from his mouth and nose.
***'s eyes opened again, and the silver light was still soft and clear. She slowly opened the wings on her back, and the golden blood couldn't help but overflow and drip from the feathers. Her body was trembling slightly, and the seemingly simple movement of spreading her wings brought her endless pain.
But *** still shouted coldly, and rose into the sky with dripping golden blood, preparing to attack the thick fog of the Ninth Knight again.
The brutal war of attrition is about to begin again.
This duel will never end.
At the end of the duel, there will only be one result, that is, *** will die of exhaustion, and the existence of the Ninth Knight will not last longer than ***.
The blue light in the sky suddenly dimmed, and then became too bright again.
The ninth knight and *** were startled and stopped.
"I can't hold it anymore." The Black Warrior Emperor's mental fluctuation suddenly came over.
"The duel must be completed immediately, otherwise the hunters in the heaven will be alerted." said the fire of wisdom. He also felt a little tired, but he could still hold on.
Heinrich nodded. All the smoke returned to his body, temporarily covering the numerous wounds. He held his right hand empty, and the tips of the two fingers of his left hand ignited green flames. With one stroke, he held a green flame sword in his hand.
Heinrich said coldly: "***, if you admit defeat now, you still have a chance to go to that world again and see him one last time. You have already lost this decisive battle."
*** Her silver eyes lit up, and her black eyes suddenly flew into the air. She stared at Heinrich and said word by word:
"I would rather die than lose!"
All the kings were shocked, even though they knew that the queen had almost burned out the last bit of life energy, even if a miracle occurred and the queen won, she would not be able to escape the fate of destruction. But deep down in the hearts of all the kings, there was a hint of fear and uneasiness.
Only the Black Warrior Emperor, who was still struggling to support the sky, stared silently with complex eyes that seemed to be mixed with hope.
Staring at the figure dressed in gray robe, she looked slightly petite and frail.
That unyielding ***…
That dreamy ***…
***Slowly raised his right hand and made a fist.
A bit of milky white light appeared on the right fist, getting brighter and brighter, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a blinding light!
This milky white light made the kings very uneasy.
That is the purest divine energy!
Although over the long years, all kings have their own means of resisting divine energy, they will still instinctively feel uneasy when they see the emergence of divine energy.
In the decisive battle, the reason why *** did not use sacred energy was precisely because Heinrich's smoke could ignore the properties of energy in defense.
But in this final blow, can the Ninth Knight withstand the attack of divine energy
The two kings quickly approached...
Heinrich shouted loudly and stabbed *** in the chest with the flaming sword. *** did not dodge or dodge, allowing the flaming sword to penetrate his chest and emerge from his back.
She punched Heinrich in the chest with her right hand, but Heinrich blocked it with his left hand. *** screamed loudly and hit Heinrich's left arm hard with his right fist. With a bang, Heinrich's left arm was completely shattered! ***'s right fist then hit the Ninth Knight's chest...
The figures of the two kings passed each other.
The *** was shaky, its wings hanging softly by its sides.
At this moment, the sky curtain emitted the most intense blue light like a flashback, and then the sky above the Coliseum returned to its lead color that had remained unchanged for thousands of years.
Heinrich stood firm, turned around and walked towards ***. His pace was still steady, but his body that was originally green and black was now completely gray.
"You win," Heinrich said.
His face has now been replaced by a ball of billowing smoke, and only the outline of his features can be barely seen.
***The body trembled, his mouth opened, and a stream of golden blood poured out.
In front of Heinrich's huge body of nearly three meters, the police seemed so weak.
The ninth knight looked at the *** who was barely holding on, and laughed lowly. Maybe the sky can't hold it anymore... Haha, of course, there is no "if" in the king's vocabulary. Now that you have won, let's do it. Do what you want after you get my power. "
In the last blow just now, although Heinrich severely damaged the gun, its soul mark was almost completely erased by the gun's punch.
*** sighed softly, raised his right hand, and stabbed the ninth knight's chest. When he took it back, there was already a small ball of cyan flame in his hand.
The light in the Ninth Knight's eyes dimmed, and his gray body gradually became hard.
A moment later, the once all-powerful Ninth Knight Heinrich, who roamed freely in countless spaces, was permanently transformed into a stone statue in the center of the arena.
The green flame slowly sank into ***'s palm.
The wind began to howl again.
*** glanced at the majestic stone statue, then walked with difficulty towards the outside of the arena.
Her snow-white bare feet stepped on the coarse gravel and gravel, and with every step forward, several drops of golden blood would fall.
To a king, a large arena with a radius of dozens of kilometers was originally like a small courtyard. But now he could only move step by step, and the arena suddenly became extremely huge.
I don’t know how long time has passed, but the petite and beautiful gray figure is still moving step by step in the large arena.
The kings had already left, and apart from the statue in the huge arena, there was only the stone statue that had completely lost all signs of life.
The female's wings were hanging softly, and large swaths of golden blood had long since dried up and condensed on the wings. Unknowingly, a long feather on the tip of the bird's wing trembled a few times, and seemed to have a trace of life again. It slowly stood upright, standing proudly in the wind again.
Countless spaces flew in front of Rogge.
He knew very well what kind of risks lay behind these splendid brilliance. His mental power was broken down into countless thin tentacles, testing the surrounding space one by one. It's just that no matter how much or finely his mental power is divided, it is as insignificant as a drop in the ocean compared to the endless space.
He also knew that without coordinates, it would be impossible to find the location of another world in a frenzied space storm. However, Rogge would never give up without giving it a try.
The vague connection with his hometown deep in his soul jumped sharply for a few times, and Rogge could only sigh and go back dejectedly.
In the large room on the top floor of the Temple of God's Envoy, Rogge was wearing a loose nightgown, leaning comfortably on a lounge chair, as if he had fallen asleep under the sun.
He suddenly opened his eyes, and after a while, he gradually adapted to the bright light.
Froya sat next to him, a pair of slender hands subconsciously grabbing his arms, her sharp nails digging deeply into his flesh. Her face was pale with exhaustion, and her forehead was covered with beads of sweat.
She took a deep breath and smiled weakly: "Damn fat man, if you don't come back, I won't be able to hold on anymore!"
Looking at Froya's green eyes filled with joy, Rogge was suddenly moved and felt much more relaxed. Rogge gently stroked the sweat on her forehead. He had to admit that after rebirth, the little goblin seemed to be a completely different person, but that unpredictable, beautiful little face was still as terrifying as before.
The little goblin was leaning on Rogge's arm, smiling like a flower, and wanted to take advantage of it? "
With such a charming little fairy by his side, the depression in Rogge's heart was diluted a lot. Rogge didn't really wake up until now after feeling uneasy for no reason yesterday. He casually tore off the bandage on his right hand, looked at the dense wounds on his palm, and waved his right hand a few times, and the skin grew like new again, with no scars visible at all.
Froya's eyes suddenly lit up. She walked up to Rogge with dangerous jade fire in her eyes and gritted her teeth and said: "Damn fat man, what kind of magic was that just now? Hurry up and teach me!"
Rogge was stunned. His body has been completely transformed. As his magic power increases, his regeneration ability and various resistances are constantly improving. The ability to quickly recover from wounds is just one of them. This kind of ability is not unique to Rogge. In terms of recovery and regeneration ability alone, the troll is much stronger than the fat man.
Rogge said with some embarrassment: "This is not magic, and it is not very useful. Why do you want to learn this?" The fat man did not have the ability to modify Froya's.
"Damn fat man, why did you forget the good thing you did so quickly?!"
Froya raised her head in protest. There was a very light and thin pink scar on her long and fair neck.
Rogge was immediately speechless.
"In short, damn fat man, if you don't find a way to remove this scar, I will never end it with you!"
Froya grabbed Rogge's arm, and her five sharp nails stabbed his skin viciously. Of course, even the oily skin couldn't be pierced. But then five tiny electric fires lit up on her fingertips, causing Rogge to tremble.
The little goblin snorted, turned around and went out. When he came to the door, his body swayed slightly.
Rogge looked at her back speechlessly. He knew that Froya was really tired just now, and she was happy, angry and scolding, but she was actually trying to show him her energy. No matter what her purpose was, at least Rogge's heart was no longer as depressed as it was then.
Rogge did not have the ability to leave his coordinates in other spaces like ***. After losing the connection with the soul contract, he also lost the possibility of entering the world of death. The last time he felt inexplicably uneasy and rushed to another world, he was able to save *** who was in a desperate situation. Now he once again felt indescribable panic and heartache. When he was eager to know about ***'s condition in another world, he found that the mental imprint he had left on *** had completely disappeared!
No matter how he called for the *** and the bone dragon, he got no response at all. In desperation, Rogge determined to once again find the location of the other world from the space storm, although he knew that this was an almost impossible task. Unexpectedly, Froya offered to help him lock his position in this world and provide him with a beacon in the space storm.
Froya is skilled in the use of 'Alien Prison', and her mental power is not weak either. With her help, Rogge can stay in the space storm much longer.
It's just that Froya didn't expect Rogge to stay so long. In order to maintain this line of contact, she didn't ask Rogge to come back until she couldn't hold on any longer.
Rogge looked out the window at the picturesque scenery in the valley, feeling uneasy in his heart again.
What happened in that world
Froya, who was exhausted, would not be able to recover for several days. Without her help, Rogge wouldn't be able to survive the space storm for long. Now Rogge already knows how dangerous the journey through space is. The fat man back then was ignorant and fearless. When he first crossed the space barrier alone, if it weren't for the *** as a coordinate in the other world, and the world here had Elesis forcibly recalling him with unparalleled magical power. Spiritual body, maybe he will permanently wander into the unknown world at that time.
The afterglow of the setting sun slowly spread over the beautiful valley. Roger always stood quietly in front of the window, motionless. He mulled over the source of his uneasiness. I have summoned *** and bone dragons many times in the past, but received no response. Why are I so uneasy this time? Are you thinking too much? Or is there another reason
Rogge temporarily gave up the idea of entering the space storm to search for other worlds. He calmed down and began to sort out all the possible clues one by one.
In the elders' courtyard not far away, Hughes was basking in the sun contentedly, with a smile on his lips, just thinking: "Being able to freely travel through space with the soul itself is something that many great magisters cannot do! Is this the power of 'space'? Lord God Envoy, you are really powerful..."
There is almost no concept of time in the world of death.
*** didn’t know how much time had passed. She only knew that the edge of the grand arena, which seemed to be out of reach, was now right in front of her.
Unknowingly, her black hair fluttered less and less in the wind, although the howling wind was still so fierce.
Now the Colosseum has been left behind by ***.
Her black hair hung down again, and no matter how the strong wind blew, it remained motionless. In the mirror-like darkness, a pair of pure white wings were reflected.
The female's wings were opening little by little, and the blackened feathers fell off one after another, and were swept away by the wind in the blink of an eye, or buried deeply under the sand and gravel.
Groups of dazzling white fluff quietly appeared on the wings of the bird. These fluffs couldn't help but stretch and grow until they finally stood proudly.
At some point, the Grand Arena had been left far behind by ***.
The wings behind her were as white as new, and her snow-white bare feet were no longer stepping on the rough sand and gravel, but were walking slowly forward a foot high in the air, as if they were walking on an invisible road.
The ground in front of *** suddenly surged, and a huge skeleton suddenly flew out from the ground, and was crushed to pieces by an invisible force in the blink of an eye.
*** frowned slightly, as if he was enduring something. Her knife-like lips are almost transparent, with countless colors flowing inside.
Suddenly, ***'s lips opened slightly, and he spit out a mouthful of light cyan flames.
The green flames condensed in the air and never dispersed, always flying around the body, flickering brightly and dimly, constantly changing its shape, and finally condensed into a long and beautiful nail leaf. The nail leaves are covered with a jet-black luster, but there is a touch of dazzling cyan in them.
After a long time, the *** spurted out another ball of blue flame, and another nail leaf slowly took shape.
I don't know how long it took, but nearly a hundred armor leaves were flying around me.
***'s silver eyes lit up, and all the armor leaves gathered towards her. In an instant, a brand new demon lotus appeared again!
This time, the demon lotus is even more elegant. The more than ten stretched armor leaves on the back are like a pair of metal wings, protecting the pair of white wings. The entire demon lotus is covered with complex and elegant cyan patterns, which are full of mysterious atmosphere against the slowly flowing black luster.
The eyes on the demon mask suddenly opened, and a strong silver light illuminated an area of more than ten meters in radius. *** There was a clear whistle, and an overwhelming and irresistible force burst out from the demon lotus, and smoke and dust suddenly flew around.
The next moment the smoke and dust dispersed.
*** Standing in the air, there is already a huge pit with a diameter of more than ten meters on the ground. Her wings shook and she turned into a shooting star, flying through the clouds.
Grigory lay motionless on the mountain peak, his body covered with dust and gravel. If it weren't for the crystal in the center of his forehead that occasionally flashed a blue light, it would have been the skeleton of a weathered giant beast.
Something suddenly became strange around the mountain peak, and all the wind stopped.
The bone dragon suddenly raised its head, and the body was standing quietly in the air.
"Master..." Gregory's voice trembled.
"Master! You are so great! You are so wise! You defeated the king! Who was it that you beat?" The next moment, Grigori came to life again, howling and jumping towards the enemy. go.
*** looked at Bone Dragon quietly.
The bone dragon suddenly lost all its strength and fell heavily to the ground. It immediately rolled and climbed up, but no matter how it flapped its four thin wings, its weak body could not fly a step away from the mountain.
"Master! You are so great. Your power has reached this point? It can be compared with the Dragon Emperor!!" The overly excited Grigory tried to flatter him, regardless of whether it was true or not. A bit exaggerated.
The bone dragon suddenly appeared, its body had been trembling slightly, and it immediately closed its mouth.
With every tremor of ***'s body, the surrounding space will expand and contract, and surging power will flow out uncontrollably.
Even someone as slow as Gregory could sense that something was wrong.
I don't know when the lead clouds in the sky began to gradually reveal a dark red color.
The red became brighter and brighter, seeming to dye the entire alien world with a layer of burning blood.
When Gregory looked up at the sky, the thick clouds were already rolling violently, like endless burning magma hanging upside down in the sky.
The entire burning sky was like an extremely huge whirlpool, starting to spin slowly. The center of the whirlpool is the mountain peak where the *** is located.
***Suddenly sighed, he could no longer suppress his strength. "
She stretched out her hand to grab it, and the death sickle wrapped with cyan patterns appeared in her hand.
***Looking at the center of the whirlpool in the sky, it slowly rose.
At the other end of the endless vast alien world, the five kings gathered in Elgra's hall, silently watching the clouds of fire filling the sky. The kings knew that the catastrophe of the world of death was coming.
All the low-level undead creatures stood there blankly. They seemed to have completely forgotten to hide deeper into the ground, and just stood there stupidly, bathed in the blood-red color.
A thunderbolt!
Immediately afterwards, countless thunders began to shake the entire world of death.
Amidst the purple lightning and wild thunder, the flaming chariot burning with blazing holy fire slowly descended from the center of the fire cloud vortex. The majestic celestial hunter was different from the previous times. He put on a crimson armor. , still touching his right shoulder and most of his muscular chest. He still held the spear made of holy flames in his right hand, but this time there was a huge golden tower shield in his left hand.
*** Fearlessly faced the heavenly hunter.
Compared with the four-meter-tall Celestial Patroller, the ***'s body appears so light and weak. But size does not mean strength. In fact, *** knew that the Heavenly Hunters could become hundreds of meters tall, although this change was completely meaningless.
*** doesn’t know why she knows this, but she just knows it.
The celestial hunter looked at the girl with some hesitation, especially at the white wings slowly fluttering behind her with confusion. But when his eyes fell on the death scythe in ***'s hand, his anger finally burst out uncontrollably.
The heavenly hunter spread out his huge three-meter wings, his beard spread angrily, and roared: "Dirty creature, your power is beyond my expectation, but this is your misfortune. The power is too strong. You can no longer escape my eyes! Before destroying you, for the sake of the wings on your back, I will be extremely merciful and give you a chance to choose. Are you tied up and allowed to be stabbed by my flaming spear? Should I pierce your soul and end your dirty existence in an instant? Or are you prepared to resist to the end and suffer for a long time in the blazing holy flames of heaven?"
*** said coldly: "It's really inexplicable! Put away your ridiculous kindness! Your simple wisdom cannot understand what nobility, dignity and pride are."
She no longer paid attention to the celestial hunter, but slowly raised the Death Scythe and began to gather strength.
The Heavenly Hunter roared with great anger. His roar shook the flame chariot. Hundreds of lightning balls flew out from the chariot, and then turned into an endless forest of wild thunder, covering covering tens of kilometers of ground.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Gregory flapped his wings, and a blue and black shield immediately protected his whole body. A thick electric pillar immediately hit its shield, knocking it off the peak. Amidst the howling of the bone dragon, thick electric fire hit it one after another until it was smashed deep into the ground.
The death sickle in ***'s hand shook, and the huge blade immediately turned into a dark shadow, a shadow composed of collapsed space.
Strange changes occurred in the space tens of meters around her. All lightning passing through this area was strangely distorted, and the amplitude and direction of each lightning distortion were different.
During the decisive battle with the Ninth Knight, *** still had to slowly gather strength before he could reach the peak of power and wield the death scythe made of space fragments. But at this moment, almost in the blink of an eye, ***'s power It reached its peak.
Facing the extremely powerful Celestial Patroller, *** decided to give up all skills and only use the strongest blow in exchange for a slim chance.
The anger of the Heavenly Realm Patroller could no longer be suppressed! His eyes were wide open and the corners of his eyes were twitching slightly. The flame spear in his hand was raised high and pointed at the enemy from a distance. But the huge tower shield in his left hand was subconsciously protected in front of him.
The Celestial Patroller was almost furious. Not only because of ***'s arrogance, but also because of a faint uneasiness deep in his heart.
What is he afraid of? As long as he stands on the chariot of fire, he is invincible. No matter how powerful the beings in this world are, they will never survive the flames of heaven.
The *** suddenly let out a long and sharp roar, and the surrounding space couldn't help but vibrate. With a vague trajectory, she slowly pressed towards the hunter in the heaven!
The Celestial Patroller could no longer control himself, he kept roaring, and the huge tower shield struck the flame chariot heavily.
This ***, this dirty and humble creature, dared to attack him
How long has it been since I saw such a rude person? a thousand years? Or twenty thousand years
There will always be powerful beings in the death world, and there is not just one who is even more powerful than the one in front of you. They are always humble and cower in front of the noble celestial patrollers. They will just run away in a futile attempt to survive a little longer. Celestial Hunters enjoy this hunting game very much.
But this *** actually dared to attack him? !Every drop of blood of the Heavenly Hunters is ten thousand times more noble than any existence in this world!
In Elgra's temple, the five kings were waiting silently, waiting for the moment of destruction. Every king's heart is very heavy. Although *** is an alternative among kings, she is still a king after all, and her destruction will still make all kings feel a little sad.
From the body, the kings felt something different, something that had been almost forgotten by all the kings in the long years.
"Dear Fire of Wisdom, if all eight kings are here, how sure can we be of winning in a desperate fight with the Heavenly Hunters?"
The fire of wisdom was startled, and there was some trembling in the mental fluctuations.
It thought for a long time before saying: "I'm only less than 10% sure."
"In other words, we still have hope of victory?" the Black Warrior Emperor asked calmly.
"Yes." For some reason, the fire of wisdom suddenly felt that this answer was extremely heavy, so heavy that it could hardly bear it.
The Black Warrior Emperor fell silent, and the entire hall fell into deathly silence again.
All the clouds in the sky were burning, and large swaths of flames continued to fall. On the ground, countless undead creatures stood blankly. As long as they are touched by a little flame, they will burn completely and turn into ashes in the blink of an eye.
"Hahahaha!" The wild laughter of the heavenly hunter spread throughout the entire world of death!
*** struggled to lower her head and glanced at the huge holy flame spear that penetrated her chest, feeling the blazing holy flames that were burning her soul mercilessly. And the Death Scythe in her hand now only has a small half of the handle left.
When the Death Scythe passed over the wall of holy flames surrounding the flaming chariot, the part submerged in the holy flames completely disappeared!
***The full blow did not enter the flame chariot at all...
The holy flame burning ***'s soul became more and more powerful, and a burst of unspeakable pain hit ***'s whole body. She trembled for a while, and the silver light in her eyes gradually dimmed.
Her last thread of consciousness broke crisply.
"What's going on?" The Heavenly Hunter roared again!
He didn't want to burn the arrogant *** so easily, but for some reason, he couldn't control the holy flame on the spear at all.
"Such a simple destruction is really cheap for a dirty and humble creature like you!" The Celestial Patroller was very disappointed, and he was ready to take back the flame spear.
But the flame spear didn't move at all!
A white little hand is holding the flame spear!
The demon lotus suddenly flew away.
***The eyes that had been closed opened again, and this time there was a pair of golden cross stars in the center of the silver eyes.
"Who are you calling a dirty and humble creature..." ***'s voice suddenly changed, becoming extremely arrogant, cold and angry!
Bai Shengsheng's little hand moved and he broke the flame spear into two pieces.
"The humble and ignorant thing..."
The wings behind *** opened again, and this time, dozens of half-meter-long huge golden feathers emerged from the white feathers.
"Cowards who only dare to hide in the chariot of fire..."
***Snow-white bare feet stepped on the holy flames of heaven, and she boarded the flame chariot step by step! The wall of blazing holy flames automatically opened a door in front of her.
"Your existence is a shame to heaven..."
*** stretched his bare hands forward, and the heavenly hunter was stunned. The huge wings behind him suddenly stretched forward and automatically fell into ***'s hands.
"In the name of the angel of light, I grant you glorious destruction..."
*** Spreading his hands, amidst the wild screams of the Heavenly Hunters, the huge wings were torn off!
The huge body of the Heavenly Hunter fell from the flame chariot, and accompanying him were two huge incomplete wings...
While still in mid-air, the body of the heavenly hunter started to burn and turned into nothingness in an instant.
The eternal ruler of the world of death finally perished completely in the flames of heaven.
The four giant holy flame beasts that were dragging the flame chariot, which looked like dragons but not dragons, moved uneasily for a while and stepped lightly on the chariot. The holy flame giant beasts immediately became obedient and quiet. This was unprecedented. Fear made them tremble.
***'s gaze slowly swept across the land of the death world, and said softly: "It turns out to be an abandoned place..."
Her eyes were suddenly fixed in the direction of Elgra Hall, and she said coldly: "Are there already so many rebels? They can't even manage an abandoned land. What an incompetent thing! How can they be controlled? I destroyed you with my own hands, you should feel honored..."
The hall of Elgra suddenly echoed with a clear, cold, and extremely arrogant voice: "Humble existences, destroy yourself! Do you still want me to do it?"
The kings were extremely shocked. They had been silently paying attention to the distant battle situation, and the sudden appearance of the huge sacred power had left them stunned. But before they could react, the newly emerged divine power actually destroyed the heavenly hunters, and the existence of the kings was revealed in the blink of an eye!
The Black Warrior Emperor stood up and said resolutely: "I'm going to block it, and you should use your magic to fall into deep sleep immediately. You should still have time."
As soon as the Black Warrior Emperor reached the entrance of the hall, a sudden strong wind blew him aside. The huge body of the Dragon of the Abyss rushed out of the hall and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.
The hall still echoed with the mental fluctuations of the Dragon of the Abyss: "Dear Black Warrior Emperor, your power is not enough to stop her for enough time. And you... are the last hope of the world of death." (Full novel website www.QuANbEn -XiAoShUo.com)