Just stay here 9527 said in a cold voice.
A hundred meters directly in front of it, a mass of twisted space suddenly stopped, and then Roger appeared there. He twisted his neck, turned around and looked back at 9527 and said: I thought you planned to leave even further, or rather My previous feeling was wrong. Are you actually looking forward to fighting me
It doesn't matter whether you expect it or not, this is just a task. 9527 said this, and at the same time he shook his hands, and black flames suddenly surged out, and in the blink of an eye, a black giant sword had condensed in his hands.
Roger looked at 9527's black giant sword, and he asked slightly curiously: You are the third person I have fought against. I don't know how to put it. It is a person with an image like yours. You are the third and the first. One person is using a two-handed giant axe, the second person is using a moon gear, and you are using a two-handed giant sword. I am very curious. Your powers seem to be similar. Why are your weapons so different
9527 snorted with a cold face and said: No comment, let's start fighting now. As he spoke, turbulent black flames appeared on 9527's body, and almost instantly it ignited within ten feet of him.
Roger looked at 9527's serious expression. He sighed, took out the flower sword from his waist, and said regretfully: What a pity. I originally planned to chat with you for a while, but you are the only one among the three. You have your own consciousness, and you are also the strongest, the fourth-level intermediate level. Unfortunately, you have not passed the inner demon, and you have not yet formed your unique spiritual light, but I also want to talk to you more. After all, I have nothing to do with you. The intruders are really curious. Where do you come from? What is your purpose? Do you have any dreams
dream
9527 chewed on these two words, and suddenly he laughed ferociously and said: That kind of thing is just childish dream talk and should be abandoned long ago. When he finished speaking, the black giant sword rushed with boundless black flames. Surge up, the huge power burned the earth and tore the sky. At this moment, the black flames actually burned and boiled to a height of a thousand meters, pressing directly towards Roger like a huge black mountain.
Roger's face was dark. The flower-thorn sword in his hand was suddenly covered with a layer of black substance, and he blocked 9527's black giant sword with his backhand.
Idiot, people's dreams will never stop.
The sky cracked
Whether it was the people in the ruins of the pillar of light, the group of people outside the ruins, or even the surviving towns, as well as the large number of aircraft, troops, etc. that were urgently transferred by the military, they all saw with their own eyes that the sky cracked, and together with the The white light pillars cracked together, and the things that originally represented the broken principles of civilization actually cracked in the battle between the two creatures, and then black flames and space distortions stood apart, forming an opposite black and one. Twisted and intertwined, it reached the zenith. The atmosphere cracked under such huge force, revealing the dark space outside the atmosphere.
This is the fourth level of power. To be more precise, this is the fourth level of intermediate power.
Roger and 9527 exchanged moves, and then the two of them retreated at the same time. In the center of their fight, a mass of space twisted and exploded, but it was randomly wrapped in black flames. At this moment, the black flames seemed to Even space can burn, and it suddenly started to burn this space distortion, but then, a layer of black inexplicable material appeared on this space distortion, blocking the black flames, and then, a loud noise came out. , this mass of space distortion and black flames exploded at the same time. Centered on this point, the entire area within a kilometer radius was engulfed in the flames of the explosion.
What a rare flame. It actually possesses some of the characteristics of the light of the soul. It can burn even space, but it is obviously not the light of the soul. Roger appeared on the edge of the explosion. He flicked the flower-thorn sword in his hand and burned the flower. The black flame on the stabbing sword was thrown out, and then the flame started to burn when it touched the rocks on the ground, as if it was not a rock but some kind of fuel.
9527 on the other side also showed his figure, but he looked much more embarrassed than Roger. In addition to being covered with tiny cracks, as if he had been cut by countless small blades, there was also a hole between his chest. The hole was as thick as a little finger, and there was blood there, and the bones were visible. It seemed that Roger had stabbed 9527 in the chest in the previous confrontation.
However, 9527 made a move with one hand, and the black flames around him began to surge into his body. During the burning, the injuries on his body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a few seconds, the injuries on his body had recovered. Complete, as if the terrible fatal injury just now had never existed at all.
Roger's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw this, and he asked curiously: What kind of skill is this? This black flame can also repair your body. You don't have such skills in the first two. Tell me, you can try to delay me. Oh, otherwise the battle will be over too soon. After I go back, the woman who ordered you will die. Are you afraid that she will die? As for the comparison of our strengths, I think you have experienced it just now, although it is not absolute. Overwhelming, but it won't take me an hour to defeat you. My previous estimate was wrong. You are actually only at the beginning of the fourth level, and even the beginning of the fourth level is just barely reached.
9527 was silent for a moment, and finally said in a deep voice: I only have the fourth level of gene lock. You are right about this. Because the light of the soul is inherently incomplete, I will never be able to reach the fourth level in my life. If I reach the fourth level, , then I will die the moment I reach it, or be controlled by the inner demon. But the skills I use, including this black flame, the previous flame tornado, and these flame self-healing, are all level four. Medium or even fourth-level self-created skills. From this point of view, you don't even have self-created skills, they are just some applications of the main god to strengthen the skill attributes.
When Roger was told this, he didn't take it seriously at all. He asked more curiously: Speaking of self-created skills in the fourth level or even high level, you people with devil wings are all a certain person. Is he your leader? I'm looking forward to it. A fourth-level strong man. What kind of realm is that? By the way, the last question is, how many you are there? Don't you have dreams for each one
When 9527 was asked this sentence, his shoulders with the number 9527 printed on them moved slightly, but his face turned dark. He said in a low voice: You talk too much. Do you think you have already won the paper? Do you really think I have no power to fight back? Yes, I only have the strength of the beginning of the fourth level, but this skill is real. Maybe I can't use the strongest skill, and even some of the second strongest skills can't be used. Use it, but in the memory I gained, this skill alone is enough to kill you.
9527 seemed to be angry, but Roger felt baffled. He had no idea how he had offended this young man. He saw the young man roaring loudly, and the black flames on his body began to pour out crazily, more and more. , becoming more and more condensed, almost turning the entire land into a black sea of fire, and rising to a height of hundreds of meters, nearly a thousand meters. Even these black flames were so condensed that they seemed to turn into black liquid. Flowing in this land, only a few meters around Roger were blocked by a layer of twisted space, which blocked the approach of these black flames. But in the blink of an eye, everything within his sight was like this. The black flames burst out, as if the whole world was filled with black flames.
However, 9527 is not feeling well in this state. His body and appearance are aging at a speed visible to the naked eye. His hair has turned from pitch black to spots, with white strands appearing, and his skin has also changed from shiny to dull, and then later He has even begun to relax. In just a blink of an eye, he has changed from a young man to an uncle in his forties or fifties.
i have no dreams
From birth to now, I have been trapped in this dark and hellish world
I, and the people I was born into, will die over and over again
Survival is already more terrifying and bizarre than a nightmare for me, and even retaining my own consciousness will soon be a luxury.
Can dreaming make me feel better for a second? Can it keep me alive? Can it protect us all? No.
i have no dreams
So don’t say those two words in front of me again, it won’t give me any comfort or touch, it will just make me
want to destroy it
Violent Flame, Dark Hell Path
In an instant, the black flames changed, like a dark and deep road, pulling Roger into the deepest part of the black flames.