Everything will move towards the final ending, rushing all the way towards the end of the story.
Even Watson found it difficult to calm down at this moment. Her eyes were fixed into the deep darkness, looking forward to the end of this life-and-death battle.
Will Edlund survive, or will Roger survive, or will both of them die
She couldn't have guessed that all the plans had only been prepared to this last step, and no one knew what happened after that.
This is an unknown future, a dark destiny.
It could be good, or it could be worse, and all she could do was wait for the results and prepare to make up for her mistakes.
As Watson thought this, a strange power surged in his thoughts, like thunder between dark clouds, flashing continuously as he thought.
The forbidden power is completely restrained, waiting for the moment of release.
[Echoes of the End].
Watson is an absolute outsider and also a judge with a sword in hand.
This was a big gamble, and therefore, they had already made the most complete plan. If it was Roger who walked out, Watson knew very well what he should do.
She must move forward and make all the sacrifices worth their weight in gold.
The accumulated water began to flow back into the Mechanical Yard. It flowed along the cracks leading to the underground, seeping through layer upon layer of steel without a single gap. However, it was completely blocked before the last layer of barrier.
It was a makeshift arena. Although it was a bit crude, it was enough for a life-and-death fight.
Raging flames burned, huge buildings collapsed one by one, leaving only ruins on the ground. An invisible force swept by, pushing all the way across, continuing to destroy in this dark underground, until a certain moment, a sharp white light flashed, and the destruction was curbed, and as a result, the two figures moving at a high speed could be barely seen.
"I thought about our final battle, but I didn't expect you to trust others and join forces with them!"
Roger shouted, his broken figure slamming back and forth.
The successive antimemetic shocks have left him with very little sanity. It can be said that at this moment he is no longer Roger Cruz, but just a monster controlled by darkness, and this monster happens to have a familiar face.
Flesh and blood began to proliferate, it had lost the restraints of its human form, and in the successive collisions, it expanded and shattered into a hideous and terrifying appearance.
It was as if a group of snakes were entangled together, turning into a crazy ball of flesh and blood. No blood flowed from the cuts. There was only deep darkness and hundreds of eyes opened in the darkness.
There was constant twisted and hateful laughter, and the voices of women and children overlapped together, like an evil symphony.
"I am only resuming my duties, Roger."
Edlun faced the crazy monster calmly, and the spike sword in his hand cut through piece after piece of flesh and blood, just like cutting a ball of wool, and the scarlet threads danced wildly.
Unlike the previous healing and resurrection, this time after Roger's flesh and blood were cut off, it continued to multiply as an individual, and only relied on scarlet tentacles to connect to each other. It was like a cunning giant spider, using its own flesh and blood to weave a scarlet nest in this dark place.