Mecha Star Wars

Erin kept singing.

Although she was a demigod, she had never received any guidance and could only sing by instinct. Moreover, she was young and had been strangled by the Emperor of Heaven before, which almost killed her. Her body must have been damaged.

So she sang with a hoarse voice and it was more difficult than before, not only because of the injury to her neck, but also because her ability was blocked and difficult to fully exert.

At this time, it was actually uncomfortable for her to sing, but for Evans, Erin could do anything.

Songs that can produce healing functions certainly cannot be produced out of thin air, and they must consume Erin's own energy. Even if the effect of her injured voice was discounted, the energy consumption continued, and finally, she coughed up blood.

But this stubborn little girl found that she was coughing up blood, but she didn't stop. She collapsed on the ground, crying, holding the rattan cocoon, singing into it, coughing up blood from time to time, but she had to quickly connect with the rhythm of singing...

It is hard for people who see this scene not to be moved.

Garcia frowned, thinking of stopping him, but thinking of who was in the vine cocoon, he finally said nothing.

Antonio frowned and took a step forward, but was stopped by Xingchen's sword, and she said coldly. "It's her own choice, and no one else has the right to interfere."

Apollo silently looked at Xingchen's high-raised feathers from behind. If it was the previous Lin Fan, he would never stop him...

Just when everyone was more or less tormented, the black air below suddenly rose and rushed towards Irene.

Garcia and others did not hesitate at all at this time, and used various superpowers to attack the evil resentment.

A dazzling burst of colorful lights flashed, and it was unknown which superpower was effective, and the evil resentment retreated like a tide.

Seeing this, Garcia pulled his men to pursue the victory.

"Young Master," a man in black robes was not so sure, "Is it appropriate for us to attack now?"

He was not afraid of fighting the demons, but the Emperor of Heaven was not dead yet, and was obviously hurt by the evil resentment. If they attacked the demons now, wouldn't it be equivalent to reducing the burden on the Emperor of Heaven from the side? And what if they died heroically in the evil resentment, but the Emperor of Heaven survived in the end, wouldn't their journey of revenge be in vain?

Garcia looked at the Emperor of Heaven who was trapped in the black air and couldn't stand up, and the eagle hanging in the air who didn't look like a good person, and said without stopping.

"We have been waiting for an opportunity, but when will it come? The father and son of King Mingguang are seriously injured; the aliens obviously do not intend to participate in our conflict, and the outcome of the mutual injury between the Emperor of Heaven and the fruit of evil is unknown... Only the Queen of the Undead is still waiting for an opportunity. Her sudden evil resentment is likely to have absorbed the power of the gods in the imperial capital, and she even wants to absorb the flesh and blood of the Emperor of Heaven to attack us. If we don't actively save ourselves and continue to wait, do we still expect anyone to save us?"

The black-robed man who asked the question fell silent.

"We are the Ghost Blade Clan who specializes in killing demons!" Garcia said firmly, "How can we let the demons be arrogant in front of us and turn a blind eye! No matter what the Emperor of Heaven is, we can't let the Queen of the Undead grow stronger! It's not easy to deal with it now, and it will be even more difficult to deal with it after she absorbs the Emperor of Heaven! We have to kill the Emperor of Heaven, and the demons as well! Kill the Queen of the Undead before killing the Emperor of Heaven! Kill!"

"Kill!" The black-robed men shouted together, each doing their best, and rushed down the stairs.

After they recovered from the World Tree, they were almost uninjured and in good condition. So after entering the black gas pool, although they were not very aggressive towards the evil resentment, they could basically keep themselves safe. With their courage and tacit cooperation, they rushed to Ivana and interfered with her to a certain extent.

Ivana was an acquired mage, and she was not good at fighting her. She was besieged by ten skilled warriors at the same time, and had to turn most of her attention to the people in front of her, which weakened her control over the power of the Emperor.

The Emperor got this little breathing space, and immediately broke free from the entanglement of the black gas, supported by the sword, and stood up.

He wiped the blood on his chest and carefully smeared it on the Flame Wing Sword, and his eyes did not look at the Eagle in the air at all, as if he did not exist.

"What's the situation?" Antonio didn't understand. "Is it because he knows that Eagle is his son, so... he can't hate him?"

Lin Fan looked at the Emperor and wiped another hand of blood, smearing the Flame Wing Sword all over, and said. "Not necessarily."

Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, the vines on the ground suddenly lifted up the Emperor of Heaven, pushing him to the same height as the Eagle.

In just a moment, the Emperor of Heaven's lower body was wrapped in vines, and the wounds on his body that were pierced by the black feathers had stopped bleeding. Only the big hole in his chest was left, and the vines were still repairing it.

"I know you." The Emperor of Heaven looked at the Eagle indifferently.

He was no longer as cool as he was when he first appeared. His hair was messy, his robe was tattered, and it was stained with his own and Eagle's blood. But his attitude was still so calm, as if he expected Eagle to call him father or stab him.

"Should I say I'm honored?" Eagle raised his eyebrows and smiled at the Emperor of Heaven.

If it weren't for the fact that both of them looked like they were ready to kill each other, anyone who saw them like this would think that their relationship might be good.

"The little pervert born from the old pervert..." Antonio sighed, "Sure enough, the living environment is too depressing, which easily leads to psychological distortion."

It's understandable that Vulture suffered a lot growing up in the demon tribe, but the Emperor of Heaven... maybe it's because of twisted love?

Who knows...

Antonio suddenly lost interest in gossiping about the Emperor.

If love is paved with countless blood and death, then this love is better off not having it.

"I know what you are going to do." The Emperor said, "After all, this is the purpose of my creating you."

Everyone was stunned.

"..." Eagle's smile grew, "You? The purpose of creating me? "

The Emperor nodded, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Eagle was still emotionless, like a tool. "It's just that now, it's not the time. You have to wait a little longer."

"He really knows?" Lu Xinyuan frowned in disbelief. "The birth of the evil fruit is to kill his father and mother..."

"If that's the case, he deliberately asked the succubus to give birth to the eagle..." Antonio's brain began to feel dizzy, "What is he trying to do? Want the eagle to kill him? Isn't this just a disease? He wants to die, why can't he die? Must he give birth to a son to kill himself?"

"Maybe ordinary people can't kill him." Lin Fan looked at the Emperor of Heaven, who had an ugly face but quickly recovered, stood straight, and spoke without breathing, "Maybe only his son can kill him?"

"Is it related to the devouring talent?" Lu Xinyuan's mind turned quickly. "Due to restrictions, it is difficult for the Gods to give birth to children with devouring talents, but the evil fruit can definitely inherit the talents of their parents... But this doesn't make sense... Why would he give birth to a son who can kill him? But Eagle is already so big, and he was born before the incident of the Gods. That means that the Emperor of Heaven predicted this day a long time ago?"

"That's normal, right?" Antonio said, "Didn't he say that he killed people from the Silver Gravel Gods? Can that tribe predict things? Then it's normal that he can know some things in the future by absorbing their talents. Can't Eagle also see the future of fate?"

"So that means that the Emperor of Heaven knew a long time ago that the Gods would become what they are today, and that King Mingguang would be hostile to him, and even our arrival. For some unknown reason, he deliberately created someone who could kill him. How many years ago did he go to the demon tribe to find a succubus and deliberately give birth to Eagle?" Lu Xinyuan organized his words. "Is he afraid that he can't stop killing people? So he created an artificial brake?"

"No." Apollo shrugged and raised his head to the eagle in the air, "I just know that the eagle must be in a bad mood now."

Everyone looked at the eagle.

He licked the blood on his hand, dyeing his lips red, and the charming smile on his face became more charming.

"You said let me wait, so I wait? Why?"

The six black wings flapped, and the wind blew violently. The feathers on them were like dense little darts, piercing the face of the Emperor of Heaven...