Lightning flashed across, illuminating the outline of the dark fog rolling in an instant.
The huge corpse of the god has completely disappeared into the darkness.
The unknown object that launched a long-range attack not far away also stopped moving.
"This boss battle is over?"
Lin mind put down the sword in his hand still, and controlled the griffin to take two steps forward. The sword as bright as a flame illuminated the front a little, but the place shrouded in fog was still as quiet.
The enemy who appeared at the end, to be reasonable, actually made him feel surprised and caught off guard.
Mainly because the timing is sudden.
He had just been immersed in this incomparably realistic "VR game" experience. Candela's physical instincts and his soul as a sword spirit made the battle as if he had really started a novice guide, and the difficulty dropped considerably.
Lin Jie felt that he was hanging up, and the one who was really fighting was actually Candela, he just provided a little directional decision.
And the god in this dream is obviously not the god who made Candela go crazy at first glance.
Compared with the god in Candela's memory, this seemingly very powerful god only has momentum.
According to Candela, new gods reappeared after 10,000 years, posing a great threat to his people, so he listened to Lin Jie's advice and decided to help them with all his might before they perished, facing his past self , and challenged God again.
Use similar experiences to make up for the regrets of the year.
Lin Jie appreciated Candela's behavior of listening to her opinions and correcting her mistakes, and felt that her imagination was invincible in her dreams.
From the appearance of this BOSS, the huge body is really oppressive, but the real combat power is not very good.
But anyway, in a dream, whatever is reasonable.
In the distance of the black fog, only the faint roar and noise like the wind in the fog continued to sound.
Candela's voice suddenly came from the bottom of my heart, with a hint of relief: "It's over... Thank you for your help, I have fulfilled my last wish, and I have used my only remaining strength to protect my subjects and land, ten thousand years of time. It's over, it's all gone with the wind, that's all I can do."
"It's always easier to escape than to face. If it wasn't for your guidance, I'm afraid I'd never be able to face my true side, my cowardice and despicableness."
"thanks."
Lin Jie's heart moved, and he looked down at his hand holding the sword. The gorgeous and delicate gauntlet exuded a faint light, and the entire arm began to become transparent, gradually turning into golden particles, which dissipated with the wind.
Is this the way it ends...
Lin Jie thought about it too. After all, Candela was already dead, and it was only because his resentment and unwillingness were entangled in the sword that his soul remained intact after ten thousand years.
From the memory of Candela felt by Lin Jie, he was indeed a worthy king before he went crazy.
For him, it is indeed a happy thing to be able to sacrifice all his remaining strength to defend his country again.
It's just that he didn't dare to face everything in the past because of his own self-criticism and cowardice.
Mr. Lin poured down this bowl of chicken soup, and the effect was outstanding. Not only did it directly untangle people's hearts, but in other words, to a certain extent, the spirit of resentment attached to the sword was "transcended".
"Although he died, he was finally able to return to his hometown and homeland. This is probably the best ending for him. This 'dungeon' can be considered the final clearance."
Lin Jie thought to himself, smiled and waved: "You're welcome."
Candela's body gradually disintegrated, and golden particles flickered and scattered around.
As far as the light reaches, the darkness recedes, and the soil covered by the thick fog is exposed, and beautiful swaying flowers grow.
Thousands of years ago, the country was full of flowers.
…
Above the scorched-earth battlefield, the water vapor that remained in the air fell down as a drop of rain.
The smoke was filled with dust, dragged slowly by the wind.
The thick cloud vortex has been swept away by the huge ether energy soaring into the sky, and the torrential rain that lasted for more than a month has finally come to an end.
The elf driving the griffin stands awe-inspiringly like a god of war at the junction of dream and reality.
The blade of the sword reflected the pit ahead and the ruins of a doomsday scene.
This confrontation only lasted for a few minutes, but everyone who followed and participated in this battle witnessed how the Elf carried the Ether Star Destroyer Cannon head-on, and how the truth was sent to the three Ether Star Destroyer Cannons. All destroyed.
The knights of the Mystic Tower were stunned, and they all fell into a state of sluggishness for a few seconds.
Although Winston was still shouting "keep calm, maintain vigilance" in the communicator, some people near the edge of the dream inevitably fell into a brief panic and became a mess.
On the side of the Truth Society, there is a coexistence of silence and jumping around.
Winston also understood that under this circumstance, it was unlikely that his orders could be fully executed. He was covered in cold sweat on his back and forehead, and the palm of his hand holding the communication device was even more slippery.
"Huh..."
He let out a long breath and looked at King Candela who came out of the legend.
Then his pupils shrank, and he found that the elf's body began to blur, and it dissipated into a spot of light.
Winston immediately felt the reduction in the scope of the dream, and the ether fluctuations began to become weak.
He judged based on experience that with the death of the god-level dream beast, the dream fissure began to close automatically, but he still stared at the elf and did not relax.
Since it dissipates automatically, it means that he should indeed be an ancient heroic spirit who was summoned by someone, and someone gave orders from behind to manipulate his behavior.
The biggest possibility behind the scenes is naturally the owner of the bookstore.
I don't know if he will do anything...
Then Winston saw that the elf that was about to disappear suddenly seemed to remember something, showed a very bright smile, waved his hand forward, and said, "You're welcome."
"You're welcome," he said.
Winston couldn't help but looked at the elf's gaze, which was the direction of the truth club that he had beaten to no bones...
As we all know, you are welcome in response to thank you.
In other words, the meaning of this sentence is "don't thank me for making you look like this, this is what I should do".
…
"Bang! Crash!"
The sound of an angry hammer on the table was followed by the sound of a lot of things being swept to the ground.
In the conference room, on the screen of the ether monitor, the image of the elf smiling and waving and saying you're welcome is so dazzling.
Andrew's face was almost crooked, his teeth clenched, creaked, his facial features twisted, his body trembled, showing the ultimate incompetent rage.