Clang. Clang. Clang.
A bell rang slowly, and it did not know where it came from.
Garen sprinted in the dark passage, the road ahead quickly reversed, and the bones on the ground were smashed to pieces. Wipe off some pulverized lime on the corner of the wall at the corner.
He didn't pause at all, and advanced rapidly along the more and more sloping passage.
Snapped.
The leather boots stopped, and Nightmare supported Andreira and looked back.
In the dim sunlight, the surface of the huge black stone statue seemed to be coated with a golden-red halo.
A heavy bell came down from the top of the stone statue.
"It's really spectacular." Nightmare murmured, "Garon, don't die."
On the beach, Weissman's black-chested general waited for the rapidly approaching warship, and turned his head like the demon hunter Elisa, looking at the towering black boulder figure on the island.
There were only a dozen or so demon hunters left, and Weisman's soldiers were not many.
"It's the final fight. I didn't expect the twilight bell to ring. It's really a battle worth looking forward to." The general's eyes showed emotion. "It's a pity. Those two fools can't hear it anymore. I said a long time ago that people like them will have a short life, but it's a pity that no one listens to me."
Elisael stroked a scar left on her face, which was left in the scuffle.
"The power of glory is dead, General Melo, aren't you sad at all?"
"Sad? It's good to die. It happens that my family is the only one, and I will annex two big families when I go back! Hehe!!" The black-chested general became happy, and suddenly he saw a warship approaching quickly.
"Hey!!"
He rushed over and shouted loudly.
"Here I am!! Sweet little Sally!!"
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Northern Territory
Among the piles of bloody corpses, Maer, the sharpshooter, supported the Arctic King.
"Idiot, are you alright?" He slapped the Arctic King hard twice.
The latter slowly opened his eyes in a daze.
"not dead yet"
"The main force is different, it really is thick-skinned." Marr sighed. When besieging Asgard Fairy Fran just now, it was the North Pole King who rushed the fastest, and of course he was the most injured.
But as expected of a man called a polar bear, his physique was so strong that he was hardly human. After being hit four times by Xen Fran in the front, he was still able to speak normally.
The distant sound of the bell came down from the sky at this time.
"It's the Twilight Bell, and the final battle has begun. Go and see?" Mal looked up at the top of the huge black stone statue.
"I can't do it anymore. That guy is too perverted, and he is courting death." The Arctic King replied weakly with a hum.
"It's okay, there is also a pervert in the southern region. We don't have to think about the black smoke pot, but no matter what, we can't let the people of Asgard take advantage of it." Mal said calmly.
"It's okay. Hehe, none of the people who got hit by my North Pole needle for three days can live beyond three days!" The Arctic King sneered.
"The people in Asgard are not ordinary people." Mal emphasized.
"Okay, but I guarantee that they will never have the energy to trouble us now, otherwise we can still stand here safely?" the Arctic King said unwillingly. "I said you'd better stay there obediently and wait for their rescuers to come pick you up. What's the fuss?"
Mal shook his head.
"I have a reason to go"
"That's up to you." The Arctic King hummed twice, sat aside alone to rest, and began to check the injury. "By the way, is sister-in-law okay now? If you go and lose your life, I will covet sister-in-law for a long time, you know. Don't blame me for not showing brotherhood in the future."
Mal's face darkened.
"I said it's fine if you don't help, how can you take advantage of someone's danger?"
"Anyway, I don't care, you go quickly, don't forget to snort before you die, I will pick up my sister-in-law right away." The Arctic King didn't bother to talk to him.
Mal applied medicine to the wound on his shoulder, tied the prepared bandage a few times, and contracted the muscles to close the wound. There are fine beads of sweat on the forehead. Seeing that the Arctic King was resting alone with his eyes closed, he shook his head speechlessly. Quietly turned around, jumped into the dark underground passage, and quickly disappeared into the darkness.
The Arctic King waited for a while without making a sound, and opened his eyes to see.
"It's really going. Hey! I said you are really tired of living?" Looking back at the direction of Shilin with a faint voice approaching, he hesitated and gritted his teeth.
"Damn! You're looking for death! You've made me miserable!"
He also jumped into the pitch-black passage, and fell into the darkness a few times.
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Mother Firefinch leaned against the stone statue, silently looking at the dark, shriveled old man in front of her.
"That guy ran away?"
The old man nodded. "I was hit by the North Pole needle for three days first, and then I was attacked by that guy. But he was also stabbed by Xen Fran's sword, and the injury was no less serious than mine." He bowed slightly, and there was a hideous sword wound on his lower abdomen , still dripping blood.
Mother Firefinch looked up at the top of the huge stone statue.
"Xianfran went up, that guy should still be hiding, waiting for an opportunity. I'm going to go back, what are you going to do?"
The old man was slightly surprised. "Aren't you going to help?"
The fire finch mother shook her head.
"No, it's no longer necessary."
The old man seemed to have thought of something, and his expression changed. "me and you togather."
Mother Firefinch turned and walked towards the outside of the stone forest. Where he was originally standing, there was a puddle of black and red blood.
The old man in black followed closely.
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On the top of the stone statue, Xian Fran's slender figure faintly exudes a strange beauty. He holds a red long sword upside down, and quietly looks at Garen who is rushing up diagonally.
Along the stone steps of the passage, Garen gradually slowed down and looked up at Xen Fran at the entrance of the passage.
The man who had been entangled with him from the very beginning until now was wearing a jet-black silk robe, his pale skin, and the jet-black silk robe formed a stark and harsh contrast.
The strong wind kept blowing, Xanfran's long black hair fluttered to the left, and his black robe also made a rustling sound.
"Garon."
He raised his right hand flat and spread out his palm, a simple book necklace lay quietly in his palm.
"Yongye Xingchen, are you still on your body?"
Garen stood still, holding the necklace on his chest with his hand.
"I clearly remember that you took it from me?"
"It wasn't the necklace that was taken away, it was something else." Sanfran turned around to let the entrance of the passageway go, and walked to the edge of the platform. The wind blew his long, algae-like hair constantly flying.
Garen walked out of the passage slowly. The passage was built inside the stone statue, slanting up to the top of the stone statue, and the exit opened in the platform above the head.
On the top of the huge black stone statue, on the platform in the middle, San Fran and Gallon stood at a distance of more than ten meters.
The entire black platform has a diameter of hundreds of meters and is oval in shape, surrounded by black stone guardrails, some of which have been broken and fallen off. On the ground, on the walls, on the ceiling, there are fine words and symbols engraved everywhere. It seems to record the breath of another civilization that is completely strange.
The distant bells continued to sound from above the head, heavy and simple, with faint echoes.
The dim sunlight slanted in and fell on the feet of the two of them, reflecting the gap between the entire platform into a golden red.
Garen stared at San Fran's back, walked around him to the guardrail, and looked down.
Under the guardrail, a large white cloud ring is like a white garland, slowly turning around the stone statue. Below the gap between the cloud rings, some fine black spots are boarding the sea boats on the edge of the island one by one. Some ships are already leaving, while others are approaching.
A streak of white cloud floated in front of Garen, he stretched out his hand, and gently grabbed the cloud.
The cloud actually stayed around the back of his hand, like a white translucent ribbon.
Garen's fingers were like the petals of a flower, they rotated naturally, soft and delicate, without any sense of rigidity. It actually prevented the cloud from drifting away at all.
"Beihua captures the cloud hand."
Garen flicked his fingers, scoff!
The white cloud vaporized into a white silk thread, shooting straight at Xen Fran. quietly.
The white line shot to one meter in front of Sanfran and stopped suddenly. It was like hitting an invisible wall. It exploded suddenly and turned into fine white spots, which disappeared and dispersed.
"I still remember that when I saw you last time, you were far from reaching this level." Xen Fran had a strange smile on his face. "Do you hear the bell from above? That's the Twilight Bell, which symbolizes the first stage of the opening of the Black Smoke Pot."
"The first stage?" Garen squinted at him, waiting for his next words.
"That's right, there are two stages in the black smoke pot." Xian Fran held on to the guardrail, with a look of reminiscence in his eyes. "The last time the black smoke pot was opened, it was the sound of the Twilight Bell. And the second stage has actually begun. It started from the moment we entered here."
"oh?"
A layer of white gold slowly appeared on the surface of Garen's skin.
"That is, there is only one living person left here." Xian Fran smiled, and slowly waved the elf sword in his hand.
Garen grasped with his right palm, absorbing wisps of white cloud around him.
The white clouds are like white lines, thousands of streams converge, condensing to his palm from all directions. A white cloud ball gathered in his palm.
"In terms of martial arts, besides you and me, who else in the world can be stronger than us? I didn't expect you and me to compete here." He walked slowly towards Xen Fran, every step seemed to have the shape of a dragon and a tiger. Domineering feeling. There was no sound, but it seemed that the entire ground of the stone statue was shaking slightly.
"It has nothing to do with the black smoke pot. In fact, we have been waiting for this battle for a long time." Xen Fran raised his long sword horizontally, and lightly touched the sword with his fingers, and the whole sword slowly burst into a bloody red light.
He waved lightly, and a red line slowly floated out, cutting off the guardrail on the right without a sound.
"Let's start right here and end everything."
The tip of the elf sword slanted down, pointing to the ground.
"It has nothing to do with the black smoke pot."
Garen raised his palm violently and pushed it forward! !
Boom! ! ! !
A thunderbolt suddenly exploded in the sky.
In the gap at the top of the stone statue, a large cloud of white gas exploded with red light, forming a red and white ring, which slowly dispersed.
An inexplicable breath emanated from the top of the stone statue. This breath is transparent and invisible, straight into the sky.
The sky quickly darkened, and countless dark clouds gathered, thicker and darker. The entire island began to vibrate slowly, and the gravel on the ground trembled and jumped rapidly. A large amount of smoke diffused from the gaps in the ground, forming a large amount of white cloud, submerging the entire huge stone statue in it.
(end of this chapter)