Infinite Throne

   Chapter 1073 "Yo... boy!"

   rumbling.

  Boom boom boom!

   Pieces of land, starting from the outer edge of the ninth floor, collapsed into the void.

  【Mythic Grade】Props cannot be destroyed because of this.

   It is only the "battlefield" that collapses.

   Jet-black beams of light gushed out from the collapsed cracks.

   The battlefield where the victory was decided seems to have lost the meaning of existence to the gods.

  They are cleaning everything the way they like.

   Clean and neat.

  …

   for a moment.

   Maybe a second.

   Maybe half a second.

   Maybe a shorter time.

  Connor's sword fell.

   After a moment, Oda Mai appeared behind Connor, her broken knife stuck in the tiger's mouth in her left hand, as if she hadn't pulled it out from beginning to end. She raised her head, her withered hair clinging to her forehead, and after she exhaled a long breath, she didn't take it back and stopped abruptly.

"good."

   After a moment of silence, Connor turned around and put the great sword in the holster behind him: "I'm very happy."

   "Pfft!"

   As soon as he finished speaking, the invincible physique he was proud of opened a ferocious hole in his chest without warning.

  This opening stretched from his left shoulder to his lower right abdomen. Cracks appeared in his pale ribs, and even in the depths of his ribs, he could faintly see a fresh heart beating vigorously. The blood gushed out, staining Connor's pants red. Oda Mai's knife almost cut through Connor's heart!

  Boom!

  Oda Mai fell to the ground.

   Her pupils gradually dilated.

   In her abdomen, her internal organs slid out of the terrifying blood hole.

  Connor's sword destroyed her internal organs and took her life.

  Oda Mai closed her eyes, the gentle smile on her face completely solidified, and it was fixed here.

   At this moment, she is as quiet as a sleeping beauty.

  …

   "Ahhh!"

"Do not!"

   "Don't go!"

"Do not!"

  The red light spot is escaping from the body surface of Bathermelo Dylan. During the escaping process, the little glow quickly completes the process of "bright" to "dim" and dissipates invisible.

  When Milian officially became a "Knight of War", Bathemello Dylan also lost his qualifications as a candidate.

  Bathmelo Dylan no longer had the calmness he had just now. He desperately reached out and fished for the light spot overflowing from the surface of his body, as if he wanted to grab the "light spot" back into his body.

   After a while, he looked crazy and rushed to the altar.

boom!

   He was thrown ten meters away by the light curtain raised by the altar, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, like a lunatic.

  Irin let out a long sigh of relief.

   But the next moment, he was worried again.

   Next, what should I do?

   The ground collapsed in the distance, he had already felt it.

  This is about to collapse.

   All undead will be "cleared".

  Human beings are so insignificant, in the eyes of gods, they are inferior to dust. Saying "erasure" means "erasing". When the dust is cleaned, it will be swiped with a broom a few more times, but the undead have no time to struggle.

  Connor D. Solomon, with blood bubbling from his chest, passed by Irin calmly.

His eyes first fell on Yi Rin, then on the crazy-looking Bathemello Dylan not far away, then shook his head, and said in a sympathetic tone: "Those who can't accept failure honestly, Not worthy of being called a 'knight'."

  Irin looked at Connor, but did not do anything.

   He knew there was no point.

"You're very good," Conor D. Solomon walked past Yilin and stepped into the altar: "I don't hate what you're doing, and I can't fight with you on a bigger stage...I, Conor D. Solomon, I am very sorry."

   His implication was that Irin was destined to die here.

  No one can defy the rules.

   He will live as a "winner", while Yilin, as a "loser", is destined to perish completely with the collapse of the "battlefield".

   He didn't bother to do it, and he was already enjoying himself.

Of course, it's not that he underestimates Yilin. Although Conor D. Solomon is very obsessed with swords, he is not stupid. The collapse is imminent. If he is dragged here by Yilin and cannot enter the altar, even he will die here.

   "That woman will be a good opponent."

  Connor waved to Yi Rin in the altar. His simple and unpretentious movements showed a hopeless meaning - "farewell".

  Connor D. Solomon, the figure disappeared in the altar.

  In the dome of stars,

   The fourth "agent", return to his place!

  The throne constructed of countless weapons smelled of steel and blood, and the silver armor was draped over Connor, who endured it all calmly.

   Pieces of weapons made up the armor on his body. When the silver light made up the helmet, the armor completely covered Connor's face, leaving only a cold shadow.

ended!

   All the gods, the four thrones, and the figures of the four "Knights" disappeared from the sky.

  The shadows representing "God" disappeared in a blink of an eye, like the audience hiding from the curtain.

   The dome of stars went out, leaving only an empty darkness.

  Boom!

  Irin's feet cracked open, and black liquid surged from the crack, gradually turning into a sea, engulfing everything here.

  Irin understood that at the moment when the four knights were born, the world of the undead had completed the mission of the "gaming table" and was about to be wiped out by the four masters who manipulated everything.

   What will you do after cheating?

   Of course, it is to destroy the corpse and destroy the trace, and destroy the evidence.

   This is a matter of course, if it is Irin, Irin will do the same.

  So...what's the special opportunity?

  Irin floated up and looked at the collapsed world. He was familiar with this scene, so he took it easy and looked for a way out.

Do not,

   As long as Green doesn't cheat him, the opportunity will definitely come here!

   "Hell" has been abandoned. If Irin guessed correctly, this place has been out of sight of the gods!

   There will be no more line of sight, pay attention here!

  Irin stretched out his hand calmly, the aura of the free law surging between his wrists, and he tried to open the portal to see if he could escape in this way. But the reality is cruel, Yi Rin can't understand the coordinates "outside the world", and naturally can't escape from this hell!

   "Ah...ah...ah..."

   Suddenly.

  Desperate Bathmelo Dylan, frantically scratched his handsome face with his own hands. On his face, the sharp fingernails left scary wounds, the skin was open, and the fat layer under the yellow face was clearly visible. Bathermelo Dylan's "Magic Eye" was glowing with a strange green light, and his body began to swell and twist. The broken body surface stretched out pale twisted limbs to wrap him.

  Irin's face changed, looking at Bathermelo who was gradually "perverted". There is no accident, Bathermelo will become Yilin's last enemy. Due to Yilin's intervention, Bathermelo Dylan lost the last chance to become a "war knight". In the collapsing hell, Bathermei Luo has only two choices, either accept death calmly or take revenge. Obviously, Bartholomew broke down and opted for the latter.

   "Die, die, die, die!"

  Bathmelo twisted into a "sphere" made entirely of stumps, and he became a ball. One after another, the faces of Bathemello opened from the twisted flesh and blood, and Yi Rin's heart froze for a while. He hadn't had time to experience the power of his magic eyes. In a blink of an eye, the pair of magic eyes turned into N pairs. This is a bit bad. .

  Irin took out two spears and hurriedly charged up.

  No, it's too late.

"Snapped!"

  Irin slaps her palms in front of her, folds her palms together, and unites her two spears! Swipe again.

   "Moon destroyer!"

  The two revolvers turned into red and white light, and the two-meter-long cannon was rubbed into Yilin's hands. But just when he was about to pull the trigger, Yi Rin's movements suddenly stopped, and this strange "pause" made Yi Rin frown, and his eyes were full of surprise.

   "Hahahaha! Die, die!"

   Countless demon eyes lit up with green light, followed by a white light rising from the "Flesh Sphere". In the pitch-black void, strange "balls" appeared one after another. Each ball floated in the sky and began to move axially according to certain laws and orbits.

   "Astral Magic!"

   There seemed to be countless artillery turrets in the void, and they began to bombard the collapsed ninth floor.

  The blazing white light overwhelms everything.

  Irin ate it straight, and his tattered body was shattered, but the bloodline in the body began to repair Irin's damage, and the wriggling flesh rebuilt into his flesh.

  The physical energy was lost violently in an instant, and a strong sense of exhaustion hit, Irin looked at the "Bathermelo Ball" in surprise. At the moment when the demon eye was watching, what was that strange feeling? Not only that, Yi Rin clearly wanted to dodge just now, but his body didn't obey.

   Controlled?

  No, not so simple.

   The "reason" intertwined like a spider's web, showing "truth" in front of Yi Rin's eyes, Yi Rin spent three seconds to understand the current situation.

  Bathmelo's "Magic Eye" and his "Astral Magic"!

"I understand."

   In the fierce star bombardment, Yi Rin endured the continuous artillery fire, and his only left hand grabbed five "blood spheres" that only he could see from his eyes and slapped them into his chest.

   "It's not me, but the world!"

  The blood-colored beam of light rises into the sky, lighting up the darkness, bringing the last ominous light to this broken undead world!

  According to the normal rhythm, once this skill is released, it will be rolled and pushed, and the opponent will be taken away without any clouds.

  But this time, it’s a little different…

  …

  【Zizzizi…】

  【Zizzizi…】

  【Zizzizi…】

  …

  Irin felt like his head had been hammered.

   He was stunned.

   When you open your eyes again.

   He found himself in a somewhat familiar place.

   Spacious room with bare all sides. White LED lights brighten the airtight room like daylight.

  Where is this place?

   Isn't he in hell?

   Isn't he going to fight against the wind and kill Bather Mello?

   His skills are almost ready.

   is getting ready to hit hard.

  Irin bowed his head, holding a notebook in his hand.

   On the notebook, a line of words was written—【Round】.

In front of him,

  A man with sunken eye sockets, like he hadn't slept in more than ten years, and like he hadn't taken a bath in several years, with unique hair like a bird's nest, was holding a stick and staring at himself with a smirk.

  Pan, Pan, Pan Zhengyi? ? ? ?

  Irin tilted her neck, and countless small question marks popped up on her forehead.

   As for how to distinguish the two personalities of "Pan Zhengyi" and "Pan Xiaozheng" at a glance.

   is simple.

  Pan Xiaozheng is the one who likes to rub a stick and pretend to be deep.

   It is Pan Zhengyi who likes to smirk with a stick.

   Pan Zhengyi,

  Why are you finally dead?

   At the moment of seeing this face, Irin's brain had a momentary crash.

   After being in **** for a long time, there is a sequelae. Anyone who sees an active person will subconsciously think that he is a "dead person". When greeting, they will say "Yeah! You're dead too!", "Yeah yeah!", "Die together!" and so on.

  Pan Zhengyi held up [Harley Quinn's good friend] and waved at Irin:

   "Yo, welcome back... boy!"

  “!”

  …

   [See Chapter 173, "Ordinary Fist". 】

   (end of this chapter)