Amidst the roar of the dragon, the temple of the cult ceremony began to collapse, but this did not stop the battle between the giant dragon and the monster. Two creatures in full body form fought in this temple, and the destructive dragon's breath came The surrounding area of the altar was burning, and the monster's tentacles were tightly entwined around the dragon's body, making it impossible to bite off its tentacles.
The monster summoned by the blood of nearly a hundred people is still unable to fight Ning Zhou, who has not yet shown the shape of a dragon, but after being illuminated by that strange eyeball, the monster evolved unbelievably, and it gained power from the empty space. The power, this power makes it stronger, more terrifying, and more brutal than before!
Like the magic dragon, it has surpassed the semi-domain level. Compared with Ning Zhou, who is still suppressing his own power and avoiding being swallowed by the source of destruction, the irrational monster is much more terrifying. It indulges itself unscrupulously , as if it were the evil itself in the world.
During the frantic attack, no one noticed that the Qi Le people sleeping in a pool of blood were fighting against the bewitching power with willpower.
"Through the evil and filthy world, your soul will arrive at an ideal country."
"There, there will be no more troubles and dissatisfaction, and your life will be immersed in endless joy and well-being."
"Devils forget bloodthirsty and killing, human beings forget selfishness and greed, and all lives are treated equally in Utopia."
"And there will be no more death, for the soul is immortal, and you shall have eternal life."
"You will also see your love, in that immortal Utopia..."
Qi Leren suddenly woke up.
His body was still numb, but his consciousness woke up.
The voice that seemed to be whispering or dreaming was still sounding, mechanically as if it had been programmed, but he woke up from that obsessed state.
He suddenly thought of his lover, and his lover would not be there—a carefree utopia.
He will just be in hell.
If he doesn't look for him and bring him back, he will stay there forever, accepting all the tortures in the world like self-punishment, until the lake of death is over his head, he won't even struggle, Just like that, it sank quietly to the bottom of the water.
So Qi Leren woke up, because he couldn't let Ning Zhou go no matter what.
The body was paralyzed and unable to move, and it was difficult to even take a deep breath. Qi Leren endured the stiff pain, and slowly moved the hand that was as heavy as iron to his chest, and slowly grasped the hand that the prophet gave him. The prop [Heart of the Prophet].
[Heart of the Prophet]: The god-level props made by the noble and great prophet with bare hands, which can make the human body experience the thrill of transforming into a birdman. The holder can summon the Archangel to descend and possess himself to fight, which lasts for 3 minutes and has a cooldown of 24 hours.
The battle between the magic dragon and the monster has become intense. The eyeballs suspended in the air continue to strengthen the monster's power, allowing its crippled limbs to recover quickly. The magic dragon also gradually liberates its own power, and it becomes more and more violent and crazy under the domination of the destructive force. , under that kind of destructive aura, even such a terrifying monster can't take advantage of it.
The passer-by—the originator of the chaos—backed up a little more, to a safe distance.
At this moment, he would be glad that he didn't get involved. The power of this monster itself is probably at the half-domain level, and he who also has a half-domain can handle it and experience a pleasant battle. But when the weird eyeball belonging to an unknown domain-level master began to interfere with this ceremony, the monster was strengthened to a level close to the domain level.
Hmm... Could it be which demon king
It has only been more than two months since I entered the Nightmare game, and passers-by who are confused about the power system and factions here scratched their hair, ready to leave after watching a good show.
Although he was happy to challenge a master, he was willing to pay the price of his life for it, but after coming to this world, when he found that he walked through the low corridor, it was not the end wall in front of him, but an amazing new world. He rekindled the enthusiasm he had when he picked up Tang Dao for the first time, and couldn't wait to plunge into the new world.
But not now.
Passers-by reluctantly glanced at the chaotic scene, leaving the chaos behind.
The battle between dragons and monsters became more and more violent, and the temple became a huge colosseum. Under the duel of two monsters like ancient giant beasts, it was as fragile as a sand castle on the beach. The power of destruction flooded Ning Zhou's reason violently, and the original sin that was burning in his blood was imprinted in his soul. He suddenly forgot himself, just immersed in the absolutely pure and absolutely terrifying in power until...
Heaven at dusk descends in this sinful ritual.
Qi Leren, who was struggling to hold the Prophet's Heart, took a deep breath and activated the props.
In an instant, the power from the holder of Twilight Land pierced through the vast space, pierced through the blockade of this half-field, and fell from the sky, dispelling the bewitching power in Qi Leren's mind, making him instantly sober.
At the same time, pure power washed away his consciousness, he flew up lightly, and the white wings behind him slowly stretched out. Behind him is the kingdom of heaven reflected in the dusk, flowers, ceremonies, music, angels... everything is so holy and beautiful, which makes people yearn for.
In this pure beauty, the bewitching utopia seems to be exposed to the strong light, revealing the inner horror. It was never a pure land on earth, but a world dominated by the power of the devil. Entering the Utopia is like entering a hell under high pressure, where all self is deprived, only the walking corpses of humans and demons remain, executing the orders of the supreme demon king uniformly.
The temple in the lake illuminated by the holy light faded away the gloomy and evil atmosphere. What is even more astonishing is that the corpses all over the ground were turned into soil of flowers under the magic of time, and white flowers bloomed in the blood all over the place. The flowers swaying in the dusk of heaven, like a dream.
The lump-like monster let out a mournful howl, and jet-black blood spewed out of its opened eyes. The black dragon took advantage of this opportunity to burst into flames, and the flames of destruction spewed out from its mouth, burning the struggling monster to death. ashes.
"... Prophet, why are you here to join in the fun?" The power demon king in the land of dawn sensed the abnormality in the ceremony, and sighed faintly. As she sighed, suspended above the ceremony, the huge eyeballs watching everything slowly rotated and made a sound.
The holy angel smiling in the sea of white flowers stared at her: "Little sister, your hand is too long."
The voice was that of a Qi Leren, but the person who spoke was not him, but the prophet in the underground ice palace far away in the land of dusk. Through the Qi Leren's body, he sent a warning to the demon king of power who was observing here and trying to intervene. .
"Really? I don't think so. But since you said it yourself, let's call it a day. I have something left with you, and I'll come back to ask for it when I'm free." Huge eyeballs buzzed inhumanly The general voice echoed in this palace.
"I'm waiting for you," said the holy angel.
The eyeballs in the void disappeared, and the consciousness possessed by Qi Leren also left. Before leaving, he left him a sentence: "The illusionist is in the palace of the Dragon Ant Queen, and my handbook is being delivered. On the way, I will leave it to you and Ning Zhou."
The prophet's consciousness dissipated, and Qi Leren was still standing on the ground, with a continuous sea of white flowers under his feet. The mechanical clock behind him hadn't completed three laps, so the power that didn't belong to him hadn't disappeared yet.
He looked up at the dragon prostrate on the altar, and the dragon was also staring at him, whether there was any dried blood on its body and claws, that was the evidence that it was fighting evil, and it was also the evidence that it was going to degenerate.
There is a kind of lonely longing in the dragon's eyes, but also like a kind of gentle sadness.
Ning Zhou understands his destiny, just like every powerful person, the process of becoming stronger is the process of constantly moving closer to his own original power. One day he will forget himself, his beloved, and how much he loved the world. Under the control of the original power, he indulges himself and destroys everything.
No matter how hard he tries to restrain himself and convince himself to persevere for the one he loves, strength will not lie. When he fought the monster fiercely, he clearly felt that he was falling. This kind of depravity is simply a kind of joy. No need to make any effort, as long as the brain is empty, the power in the blood will continuously emerge, making him stronger and destroying his enemies.
But when the pool of blood turned into a sea of flowers, and his lover stood in front of him in the form of an angel, staring at him, he felt sincere shame and fear for his weak compromise to power.
He was afraid that one day he would hurt the people of Qi Le and the world.
"Ning Zhou." Qi Le people climbed up the stairs and came to the front of the dragon.
Compared with the giant dragon's huge body, he is like a pocket toy, as long as the dragon's claws lightly tap him, he will be crushed into meatloaf. This size gap even made Qi Le people feel scared, but when he thought that the black dragon in front of him was Ning Zhou, he was still willing to believe that he would not hurt him.
The giant dragon closed its eyes, slowly lowered its head, and placed it in front of him.
Like it did in the lake of fire in purgatory.
It is willing to bow its head to its beloved, let him caress its body and soul with his hands.
"It's all right, it's all right..." Qi Leren muttered, the power borrowed from the prophet had expired, the reflection of heaven disappeared, his wings disappeared, and the intoxicating power also disappeared. But the calming power in him is still affecting the dragon.
So the giant dragon gradually calmed down, and the surging destructive power receded from his body, and he changed from the form of the dragon to the appearance of a human.
Qi Leren took his hand and looked at him, but those blue eyes, which were always firm, avoided his sight.
This was an obviously weak and hesitant attitude, and Qi Le people certainly knew why—Ning Zhou fell into that dead end again, the dead end that almost killed himself.
He still can't accept a self who is a devil and is still sinking, even if he is only doing righteous things as a devil, it still makes him feel painful. Because at the end of this road to power, he is destined to be lost in power like every power user.
This is not something that human will can contend with.
Qi Leren's heart was full of distress and love that he didn't know how to express, so he stood on tiptoe and left a comforting kiss on Ning Zhou's lips, so tender that he could break it with the touch.
He is willing to burn himself with all his strength, as long as Ning Zhou, who is on the edge of hell, can feel the warmth of the world.
"I've told you before, but I'll say it again now: strength has nothing to do with good or evil, and you have never fallen." Qi Leren held Ning Zhou's hand tightly and repeated this sentence again.
Ning Zhou slowly pressed his forehead against Qi Leren's, relaxed his tense body, and closed his eyes.
He wants to hold this person tightly, because this is his last redemption in this world.