"ah!"
An orc king in golden armor rushed forward and slashed at Lucy with the giant ax wrapped in dark flames in his hand. Lucy rolled away knowingly, and the ax struck the empty space. The top of the Dusk Hill was also inexplicably hard. An ordinary mountain would have collapsed at least a large area if it was smashed down by the king with such an axe, but when it was smashed on the ground, only a few dispensable cracks were split. The king drew his axe, and just as he turned to Lucy, suddenly a sheet of hoarfrost slapped his back, and a thick layer of frost formed in an instant, making the king as if embedded in an iceberg.
He couldn't break free for a while.
Then Lucy raised her gun.
The gun is endlessly shattered, using a killer weapon with a mutation core as energy to spray out a bullet surrounded by dark gold electric snakes from the muzzle, and sink into the king's chest in an instant. Then the king and the surrounding space collapsed towards that point with the bullet point as the center, and then exploded violently, blasting the man and the ax into a dark golden flame, and a circle of shock waves swept away, making Lucy hard to breathe.
At this time, a hand pressed down on her shoulder, and the warm and soft source force penetrated into her body, and quickly swam around her body, driving her blood circulation, allowing Lucy to recover quickly. She looked up and saw the Duke smiling at her. Gulliver sighed: "The lethality of this thing is too terrible. Your Highness, you can use it if you can. It will save you from killing a thousand enemies and damaging yourself by 800."
Lucy nodded, and then Gulliver waved his hands, flying and combining shields in front of him, forming a high wall to block the incoming kings. Gulliver used his own ability to separate the king, making it impossible for them to form a general trend of encirclement, thus creating opportunities for a relatively small number of strong men on their own side. Just like now, a high wall blocks the king, and the wall is separated on both sides under the control of Gulliver. The arrogance of Laura soars into the sky, leaps over the crack in the wall, and the red queen's long sword is flaming. In the king's camp, the peak fire is thousands of miles away. Laura landed on the ground, dragged her sword across, and swept out a corridor of flames, interlaced with the previous blow to form a flame cross.
Suddenly, the curtain of fire shot up into the sky, and I don't know how many lower kings were engulfed by the curtain of fire, turning into fireballs. Although he was not killed on the spot, he could no longer fight.
Gulliver moved his hands together, and his shields flew out, either pushing, or protecting the strong on his side. Although the duke has not killed one enemy so far, with him, the defense of the alliance has been greatly improved. Otherwise, it would not be possible to rely on a few strong men to block more than a hundred kings on the Twilight Hill platform.
At this time, the withered hall behind everyone, the palace that was empty on the ground suddenly shook. When Lucy turned her head, there were brilliant lights spraying out from all over the palace, and she couldn't help worrying about her father. He looked towards the distant sky on the other side of the Hill of Dusk, where he could only vaguely see the entanglement of two clusters of brilliance. One is as black as ink, and the other is brilliant golden light. Light and darkness are entangled endlessly, and it is not known when the winner will be determined.
Gulliver glanced at her and sighed: "Frius turned his back on the battlefield, otherwise the three of His Majesty will join forces, and the chances of winning will be greatly increased. But you don't need to worry too much, whether it is Allen or Your Majesty, you should be better than anyone else." They all believe they are."
Lucy nodded: "Yes, I believe them!"
Then raised the golden rose, and drove back a king who leaped over the shield.
In the hall of withering, Orfascius, who had already collided countless times, backed away again, and the giant sword in his hand had already turned into an arbiter of the power of rules. On the other side, the Twilight Son also had an ordinary long sword that exuded a faint yellow radiance. That is the sharp blade, this sword has already drawn a sword on the side of Orfascius's face, chest armor and right knee pad.
In the past, no matter the wound or armor on the body, it only needs to activate the source force to repair it. But now, Orfascist can clearly sense that the three places are entwined with sharp power, those sharp-minded
The power of the rules shatters all the source power that leads outside. Moreover, the sharp power does not belong to the rules of this universe. Orfascist mobilizes the source force to repair it, but it seems to be separated by a dimension.
So far, I know the difficulty of sharp power.
"Once upon a time, I forgot that it was the second cosmic twilight. Anyway, there was one time when I dealt with your ancestors of Idahua Star." The Twilight Son raised his hand, and the high platform that had become fragments re-floated, and the fragments Combination, restored as before. He sat on the throne, and said lightly: "At that time, you were like the earth now, primitive and barbaric. But what is commendable is that your quality of not fearing sacrifice has continued since then. So today you stand In front of me, I am really happy for you. You know, the quality of fearlessness is commendable no matter which universe it is placed in."
Orfascius raised his thick foot, stepped down and was already standing on the high platform. The arbitrator lifted it up, chopped it down, and said: "If this is the case, then you should die."
Seven or eight sharp blades were born out of thin air, holding up the arbitrator, and after each long sword, there was an extra Son of Twilight. Sitting on the throne, the Son of Twilight said lightly: "It is true that I admire you, but I have not given up on harvesting this universe, so dusk will still come. Your fearlessness, your efforts, will be futile in the end. This point, in the past For countless long hours, I have seen through it."
"It's like no matter how many ants there are, it's basically impossible to shake a mountain. It's just that the ants don't see high enough or far enough, and mistake a mountain for a mound, so they have the illusion that they can shake it. You I don’t know how to think about it, but to me, it’s a very funny thing.”
More and more clones appeared on the high platform, and even the high platform could no longer accommodate them, so under the high platform, the halls were gradually filled with clones of the Twilight Son. Each avatar has a sharp blade in his hand, which is a real thing.
The other avatars on the high platform moved, and the sharp blades stabbed out of Orfascius. For a time, the King of Justice was surrounded by enemies!
There was a loud drink.
The golden light came out brilliantly, and the sudden aura pushed these clones away slightly. Orfascis slashed the huge sword flatly, swiped it in a circle, and chopped down a dozen or so clones with one sword. Then he rushed forward, raised his sword and cut down.
But still blocked, and then forced back. The Twilight Son on the throne continued: "Do you think I didn't discover the layout of those guys? They concealed it very well, even before I woke up, they embedded all relevant information into a will, and then put It is indeed a good job to separate out. At first I really hid it from the past, and I discovered some clues later."
Ofascius slashed more than ten blades with his sword, and said with a sneer: "Having said so much, Alan's layout is still successful, otherwise I wouldn't be able to stand here."
The Twilight Son smiled and said, "If I say I did it on purpose, would you believe me?"
Orfascius remained silent.
The Twilight Son sighed: "Although I am just a program created by the Creator to harvest the entire universe on his behalf. But this program has been repeated hundreds of times. After a thousand times, even I will feel extremely boring. So although I I found some suspicious clues, but deliberately ignored the past, just to make things more interesting. Just like now, you have indeed entertained me, at least this time the cosmic twilight will not be so boring."
"But what you need to know is that even if you try a thousand times, ten thousand times, it is impossible for you to stop the dusk. Even if you can destroy me, don't forget that there is a Creator after me .” The Son of Twilight looked at the King of Justice: “Besides, I don’t think you have the ability to destroy me.”
"How will you know if you don't try it?" Orfascius blocked it all by himself.
A dozen clones, and then push forward with all their strength.
"It's useless, everything is in vain."
More avatars rushed over, stabbing with long swords one by one. Orfascist's whole body glowed with golden light, and he blocked the clone's long sword with a barrier of source power. But there are more and more clones, and gradually, Orfascist can no longer see the figure. Gaotai, the Twilight Son's avatar overlapped one another, as if trying to crush the King of Justice to death. Of course, even the Dusk Son himself knew that this was impossible. In fact, so far, all he has done is to consume Orfascist's source power.
Even if it is Supreme, in the world of Eboins, it is impossible to absorb the source power as a supplement as freely as in its own universe. Even if they are far more adaptable to Eboyins' source power characteristics than other powerhouses, even if their transformation speed is faster than other powerhouses, this is still not their home field. In an away game, it is inevitable to suffer losses, and the Twilight Son will amplify this point. When the balance is tilted, it is the time when Orfascist is defeated.
Defeated is dead.
The Twilight Sons were not generous enough to spare the King of Justice.
Suddenly there was a roar from that mountain of people, and then the ground cracked and landslides! Numerous clones were bounced away by a huge momentum, and then disappeared under the onslaught of pieces of golden brilliance. Immediately, the avatar on the high platform was swept away, Orfascist's whole body was radiant, holding a huge sword, Fang Zheng's face was not angry and majestic, like an ancient god of war.
Twilight Son snapped his fingers, and the avatars in the hall disappeared, but the sharp blades in their hands did not disappear, but flew upside down one by one to the high platform, standing in front of the throne like a guard, and then the long sword Pointed upside down, pointing at Orfascius.
"If you come here again, you may really die."
Hundreds of sharp blades are like a wall of swords, separating the Twilight Son and Orfascist. If you want to hurt the Son of Twilight, you have to break the wall first. But how could this wall be broken so easily.
Orfascius took a deep breath, the tip of his sword fell to the ground, and he lowered his center of gravity. A smile cracked on the face of the King of Justice: "When I was a child, my father once took me hunting. We found a bear den with two newborn bear cubs. Our defenses have taken the mother away. The bear was stabbed all over, but even so, the female bear still did not retreat an inch."
"What do you want to say?" The Twilight Son said coldly.
Orfascius grinned: "I want to say that if we want to protect something we cherish, then we will not retreat an inch."
"When you die, you die!"
Leaning forward and running wildly, Orfascius slammed into the sword wall without hesitation.
(end of this chapter)