Infinite Throne

Chapter 763: When she became light... pitch black light. (4500 words)

Chapter 763 When she became a light... pitch-dark light. (4500 words)

everything is over.

When left the "Singularity", Irin felt like she was in a dream.

An unreal dream.

His cross-regional journey started and ended with Milian.

As if nothing had changed.

This time is not a trial of trials, there is no beginning, no return, only the end.

Irin didn't get any obvious promotions, nor any rewards, and it seemed that nothing had changed.

But what Irin knew very well was that there were people who stayed there forever.

When Irin opened his eyes again.

It was pitch black before his eyes.

He was still burning with blood.

The blood-colored light dispelled the darkness around him, making Irin barely discern that he was in an empty underground cave.

"Crash-"

Above the head, there is a cave, and the turbulent water flows down like a waterfall.

The experience in Uruk City was only a few days, but so many things happened that Irin felt as if months had passed.

He recalled that he was sucked into the singularity by a door.

Irin felt a sharp pain in her chest.

On his chest, there is a rusty chain that runs through him.

If it was before, he would not be able to recognize this chain.

But after the battle at Uruk, Irin took a few seconds to discern the unique texture on the rusty chain by the blood radiating from her body.

He recognized it.

"It's Enkidu!?"

Irin was expressionless, and shattered the chain on his chest with one palm.

At this moment, this chain does not contain any magic power, it seems to be just a rusty chain that makes people prone to tetanus.

After the shock broke the chain, the wound on Irin's chest was healing quickly.

In addition to the chains under Irin's feet, there are six other chains in the darkness, extending into the depths of the darkness.

But at the end of the chain, there was no one.

Not even a corpse.

Irin took a deep breath.

He felt a little pain in his chest.

It must be the pain from the wound.

Following the chains, Irin came to the depths.

In this empty underground cave, except for Irin's breathing and the sound of running water behind her, there was no other sound.

Quiet, dead, barren.

At the source of the chain, there is a skeleton.

A complete skeleton.

The skeleton is covered with a fine layer of powder.

In the powder, there is a faint rust color, which is a weathered battle armor.

Around the skeleton, there are green vines and moss, covering the bones.

This complete skeleton is frozen in a posture with raised hands and legs deeply depressed, as if he was carrying something on his shoulders before he died.

Everywhere on the skeleton is covered with cracks.

This skeleton was actually broken long ago.

was broken when he was alive.

But he remained intact.

Irin opened his mouth and remained silent.

The experience in the singularity, bit by bit, flashed in my mind.

After calmed down, Yi Rin quietly sorted out and gradually understood everything.

Everything, everything, everything.

Even, the words Gilgamesh sneered and said in a playful tone still lingered in his ears.

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"Of course I do, but only a mere god."

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"Humanity, will eventually win!"

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"Please witness the future of Uruk with your own eyes."

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"Our will, will bring the true dawn to future generations!"

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"You said, bring us victory!"

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"Uruk, live here forever!"

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in silence.

Irin suddenly showed a relieved smile.

"Rest in peace, Gilgamesh."

Irin finished.

That strong and stubborn skeleton instantly seemed to understand Yi Rin's words.

Irin slapped it with a palm, and the ground under her feet cracked.

Irin buried the pile of soil, the bone meal everywhere, and the remains of the Heavenly Chain into the pit.

Gilgamesh and Enki were good friends during his lifetime.

Irin buried them together and buried them together, which was a wish of Gilgamesh.

"Aojiao, what is it, with a little vision, who can't see that you and Enqi are in a good relationship."

Irin swept again, the pit closed, and there was only a lonely little mound left.

In front of the graves of Gilgamesh and Enkidu, the lock of the sky, Irin whispered.

In the end, Gilgamesh took down a city by himself.

With his human body, he resisted the falling power of the Heavenly Palace and protected the remaining women and children inside.

This is what Gilgamesh calls "tinder".

His actions have left precious sparks for the future five thousand years later.

After five thousand years, the human race has prospered again.

"not enough."

Today's human beings are not enough.

Irin murmured in a low voice after burying Gilgamesh's skeleton.

He, finally understands who the real enemy of mankind is.

He also understands what the real disaster is about to face in this world.

Apocalypse Knight, just the beginning.

Revelation does not mean the end.

Just as Irin mourned silently at the grave.

Over the cave, there was a commotion.

A group of people fell limply from the turbulent lake water into the cave.

Among them, there are a few who are particularly high-ranking, with magic lights flashing all over their bodies, floating down.

A woman with a black cat on her shoulders.

When they came to the grave, the black cat on the woman's shoulder made a shrill cry.

In addition to the woman and the black cat, there was an acquaintance of Irin who came to this cave together.

said familiar, in fact not so familiar.

One of the monarchs of the Clock Tower...Bathmelo!

He was still a teenager.

The expression on his face, but he looks old-fashioned.

Except for them.

There are also two elderly people with a magical energy emanating from their bodies, comparable to Bathemello.

Four monarchs!

The rest who came here were all wearing clean magician robes.

It can be easily recognized from the texture on their clothing that these magicians are not low-level.

Among them, there are even several "gradation" magicians.

"Why are you still alive!"

Bathmelo clapped both hands on the wheelchair in astonishment the moment he saw Irin, his voice trembling.

This is impossible!

impossible!

Once the plan is successful, everyone who enters the singularity will die!

Everyone will become the nutrients of the Holy Grail, so that the real Holy Grail will be born!

The Holy Grail, the Holy Grail!

This is the treasure that many magicians have pursued throughout their lives.

But now there is no more!

If someone can come out of there alive, it means the ritual has failed!

"Shh."

Irin is still in the state where the [Bloodthirsty Disaster] skill is maintained.

He raised a forefinger lightly and stood beside his mouth.

"Be quiet, don't disturb them."

After a brief shock.

Others reacted.

They are all "in the know" of this program.

Even if it fails, so what?

The big deal is just one more time!

All but Bartholomew can afford it!

Ke Yilin's reaction made them feel a little weird.

Irin's expression didn't look like she was bluffing.

disturbed them?

Who disturbed?

Who are you frightening!

"you-"

Beside , there was a gradation magician who had long been unhappy with Yi Rin, who repeatedly glared at Yi Rin in the library, and also acted as a surveillance function.

The words after were not spoken at all.

Irin, who was supposed to be standing by the grave, appeared behind that person at some point.

"Crack."

Irin easily twisted his neck.

"It's noisy."

Irin laughed.

His measurements have now reached the breaking state.

He is a magician, but when his strength and agility reach a certain level, his performance in melee combat is equally terrifying.

you can say it this way.

He is now both the spirit side, the strength side, and the agility side.

The current Irin can be called "Polygon Warrior Rin".

watched a high-level magician crouched to the ground with a broken neck. This scene made everyone present feel their scalp numb.

Everyone remembered something at this time.

A very important thing that was ignored by them.

Irin has been in the clock tower for a long time.

How long is ?

It's been a long time, everyone, including Bathermelo, only remembers that Irin is a little black magician who is not very good at learning.

But he forgot that on his own territory, Yi Rin is the evil star that makes all the guild giants afraid and dare not provoke!

The president of the Apocalypse Guild!

Irin lowered his voice, raised his eyelids, without the slightest emotion in his eyes, he looked at the monarch Barthemelo, who was like an old man in a wheelchair, and slowly raised his palm: "I have one last question."

The hollow-eyed monarch Bathemello raised his head blankly, pursed his lips tightly, and said nothing.

"Bathmelo G. Dylan... middle name, what does G mean?"

Bathmelo remained silent.

"Ghost?"

Bathmelo's eyes fluctuated.

"Understood."

Irin nodded indifferently, his hands and wrists swayed square and round light arrays respectively.

The light array condensed into a long knife-shaped light and shadow in Yi Rin's hand.

The light and shadow were gorgeous, and Yi Rin slashed out with one palm.

Bathmelo was in a wheelchair, and in shock, he split into two.

"Ahhhh-"

Among the magicians, someone witnessed this cruel scene with his own eyes.

Although they are proficient in various types of magic, they are still a lot worse when it comes to cruelty.

The magician who grew up in the clock tower has seen too little blood and fire, sorrow and sorrow, and is fragile.

Someone couldn't hold back.

shook his hands and fired two "curse bullets" at Irin.

Biubiubiu—

The two curse bullets were well aimed, but they were bounced off by Irin's forehead in the end.

Man is a creature of conformity.

Someone made a move, and others suddenly realized that their hearts could not sit still. So there was a strange scene in the cave.

A group of people shook their fingers desperately, chanted a spell, and shot at Yi Rin.

But they seem to have forgotten that in addition to the basic curse magic "curse bullet", they also know more magic.

"Why did you use the curse system?"

Irin felt the dead skin on her forehead, she was getting fuller and fuller, and sighed helplessly.

He was like a ghost, walking by the magicians, one by one, his head first exploded from his neck, then flew high, and fell heavily.

That strange black cat, with frightened pupils rounded, turned around and ran away.

"You don't think I didn't notice that you are the body of the monarch."

The Destruction Revolver that Irin had been wearing behind his back for a long time, shot out and slapped the cat on the wall of the cave, turning it into a mass of cat-shaped flesh.

The scene was a bit cruel.

Get the hint of chaos value, and frantically swipe the screen in front of Yilin.

is crazy.

Kill!

Kill...

Kill.

Irin is not very proficient in magic, but he is too familiar with magicians. Even a monarch needs a certain pre-position before launching magic. Yi Rin just saw the opponent raise his finger, and before the magic engraving has time to flash, it immediately disappears, not giving the opponent a chance to release a big move.

Forty-nine seconds later,

Irin's eyes were covered with broken corpses.

"Call—"

Looking at the corpses on the ground, Irin let out a long breath.

So far.

The duration of 【Bloodthirsty Disaster】is almost over.

It was so hard that you sent yourselves here.

Thank you.

Irin was grateful and moved the corpses to the edge of the cave, leaving them to rot over time.

He should have found out that something was wrong with Bathmelo.

Irin had a thought called "regret" in his heart.

Sometimes, people always have to go through experiences before they can make an afterthought, link the cause and effect, and figure out everything.

The book collection of the Clock Tower introduces the deeds of many ancient families.

There is no Einzbern family.

And among the many types of magic, there is a rare magic with a low success rate.

"Soul-moving magic".

This kind of magic can transfer the soul and consciousness to another body at a great cost.

sounds awesome, doesn't it?

But the price is that as the number of transfers increases, the soul will gradually decay, suffer from illness all day long, and die countless times more miserable than normal old age.

The monarch, Bathemello, is likely to be an ancestor of an Einzbern family.

His fanatical persistence has kept him dormant until now, planning everything.

Is it really just persistence?

Irin thinks not.

Bathmelo did not resist in the slightest before his death.

It seems that the failure of the Holy Grail Summoning Ceremony has made him despair.

Irin speculated that maybe he wouldn't live long without the Holy Grail if he didn't kill him.

Million's death, Uruk's demise, the past 5,000 years, the depression caused by everything Iren experienced in the past few days, with the forty-nine seconds of torture, a lot of relief.

He glanced back at the graves of the two of them, Yilin didn't intend to stay here for too long, and was about to leave.

But right now.

Mutation suddenly occurred.

When he raised his head, he suddenly found that from above his head, the turbulent water of the lake began to be dyed with a strange blood-colored glow.

A beam of light stole through the lake and waterfall overhead and projected it down, making the dark underground cave reflect a layer of evil red.

This red light, like the brilliance of blood, in addition to being particularly bright, also faintly revealed a chilling aura like a peerless divine soldier.

Irin was surprised and puzzled.

That red light made him feel a heart palpitation, and he suddenly woke up.

Step, step, step.

From the darkness, the footsteps of the two of them could be heard.

Two figures, walking out of the darkness.

The sound of his footsteps, one light and one heavy, one deep and one shallow.

As the two of them walked towards the silver light, their figures gradually became clearer.

One of them is a blond woman in a plain black dress with a delicate butterfly mask on her face.

The other, is a man with white shawl hair and an awkward smile on his face. Men wear elaborate magician's robes, the style of the robes, not a uniform unique to the Clock Tower. He followed behind the woman, and the two seemed to regard Yi Rin, who was full of presence, as transparent, and walked straight towards the silver beam of light.

"chi—"

The moment that woman approached.

The hairs on Irin's body stand upright.

An icy chill rushed straight to his feet, making Yi Rin feel like he was immersed in ice water for a moment.

No, to be more precise, Yi Rin felt that at the moment when the woman approached, he suddenly had the illusion of walking barefoot in the sea of swords and swords, and his skin was intact, and he was bound and whipped by countless blades and steel whips.

"Who are you?"

In surprise, Irin raised her hand.

Now he has murderous aura and will not refuse anyone who comes.

The woman didn't realize it, and took a few steps towards the blood-colored beam of light.

"Uh, have something to say, first meeting, I'm Merlin, I'm not a bad person... Ouch, it's too late."

The man who called himself Merlin showed a friendly smile just as he was about to smooth things out, but suddenly covered his face.

The blonde woman wearing the butterfly mask suddenly drew a sword.

A dark sword.

The body of the sword, the dark aurora, condensed silently.

From drawing the sword to condensing the black aurora, the blonde woman moved quickly without any hesitation.

That gesture, just like Irin killing the magicians, is natural and justifiable.

Woman, a sword fell.