My mythical world

Outside the deserted Dunlun City, the cold wind howled, which seemed particularly solemn. The dark clouds above made people feel even more depressed. The loyal knight of the year had turned black and was guarding Charlotte on both sides like a frost dragon.

The breeze blew Anqi's slightly reddish blonde hair. The blood on her head had condensed into a fast one after traveling day and night for the past two days. On the other side, Charlotte, holding Frostmourne, had white hair as white as snow, with petals of hexagonal snowflakes lingering on both sides of him, looking so beautiful and so sad.

Charlotte was born into a royal family that ordinary people could hardly reach. The legend of his first half of his life is still circulating in the courtyard, which is more fantastic than the protagonist in the story. Novels need logic, but reality does not. However, after the battle of Zulfa Island, everything changed. His father, brothers, and fiancée, everything betrayed him.

How high he was praised at the beginning, how miserable he fell.

Now the two destined enemies are fighting again, and the knights are fighting. The fate of the knight king has been exhausted. On the contrary, Charlotte has devoured millions of people in Dunlun City. He is so powerful that even a true god will be killed by him.

Charlotte casually swung Frostmourne without exerting any strength. A black and red soul-devouring sword energy slashed at Angel vividly. The moves are spiritual. At this level, he must be at least a top true god.

Angel's green eyes condensed, and he clenched the unchanging holy sword in his hand. He blocked the sword energy with a downward slash, but then he staggered immediately, and the black and red demon sword energy sent out devouring power, and the blood and essence that were already scarce were constantly devoured.

Only when he really competed with this magic sword did Angel know how strong Charlotte's suppression of ordinary creatures was. This magic sword can devour people's hearts and souls. Ten points of strength are enough to compete with it. It's good to have one point of strength.

Charlotte moved lightly, and chopped out black and red sword energy at will. The sword energy turned into thousands of ghosts and ghosts, roaring and killing Angel. The Knight King's holy sword burst into a sealed light, and the phantoms of the elf god, the ancient tree and even the magic goddess appeared in the light.

Angel was like a god, with the glory of victory beside her, and the ghosts could not kill for a while. Instead, she stepped forward and swung the holy sword to chop Charlotte heavily.

"When I fought with you before, I was curious about your holy sword. It seems that it has not been revealed before. It was sealed by someone. Now it is the last step of life, and it has been unsealed. I want to see who sealed and forged your holy sword."

As Angel came to kill, Charlotte's figure fluttered like a ghost, and she easily avoided his slashing. The body movements and steps were not consistent with the constant. A group of white-haired afterimages suddenly appeared around. Angel was born with psychic, but for a while, she could not find out whether the phantoms around her were real or fake.

Frostmourne slashed from behind from time to time. Angel relied on her natural quick reaction to avoid it several times, but she still had new injuries on her body, and this was when the opponent let her go and intended to check the strong man behind her.

Charlotte, who had an absolute strength gap, was like a cat playing with a mouse at this time. In a moment, her figure changed from real to virtual, and the Knight King's hard slashing was all in vain.

"Victory field."

In an instant, with the Sword of Victory as the center, green light spread, and the Knight King's injuries were suppressed for a while. The figure of the white-haired prince was instantly trapped in the field, and one phantom after another burst like bubbles.

Delia, Lance, and Bede could not see the two immediately. They knew that the real battle had just begun.

Bede drew out his own sword of loyalty and looked at the two companions with complicated eyes.

"I advise you not to do it, otherwise you won't be able to defeat me." The fallen beastly knight Lance was wearing black and red armor, with all his features wrapped in a helmet. His sword of the Fairy of the Lake had been demonized. The originally crystal clear and pure sword was like a demon claw wrapped around it, and the whole thing was black.

"It's really hard to imagine that you, who is known as the first Knight of the Round Table, have also fallen. Is desire and power really so tempting that you are willing to give up all your glory and loyalty? Do you know that except for the four of us, all the Knights of the Round Table were buried in the Scourge of the Undead?

Each of them suffered countless wounds. Each of them killed tens of thousands of undead. And now, you have become Charlotte's minions."

Bede's body shook, still unable to believe that Lance would fall.

"Since you don't want to do it, I'll do it. Anyway, I'm already the well-known rebellious knight Delia. I don't care about the rumors outside. As long as I have the power to protect the authority, no matter how many people who don't obey, I will rewrite history.

Who will remember my previous black history in the future? People only remember Delia, the eternal king of the army."

Delia drew out the rebellious sword and killed Bede. Although Bede brought the knight king all the way here, he was able to survive the cruel border war, which was naturally extraordinary. Running all the way made his loyalty thoroughly proved, and he integrated knowledge and action.

The loyal holy sword in his hand was particularly dazzling today, and the blackened Delia couldn't take it. The two immediately started a fierce fight, and the strongest knight Lance just stopped his sword and quietly looked at the direction where the two kings disappeared. He knew that was the real highlight.

There is green grass under my feet, towering old trees beside me, and a green all around. The fresh air is filled with the fragrance of flowers. From time to time, I can hear birds singing in my ears, and there seems to be the singing of elves in the distance.

There are also little fairies wearing clothes made of green leaves among the lush grass. They fly happily among the grass and branches, picking nectar and brewing mellow wine.

"Is this the most beautiful scenery in your heart? Is this where your heart belongs?"

Standing on the grass, the white-haired prince who was out of tune with the vitality asked, "Legend has it that you were adopted by the elves and blessed by the ancient tree of life. It seems that this is not groundless. I sensed the elf god and the magic goddess in your holy sword.

Your origin is deeper than everyone thought, but this can't change anything."

Angel, who returned here, put down all her vigilance against the outside world. Time went back. She seemed to have returned to her naughty childhood. The dense and terrifying wounds on her body seemed to disappear. The golden hair that was originally draped slowly grew longer and in a blink of an eye, it was waist-length, beautiful and dazzling.

"Oh? You finally revealed your true identity. No one in the world would have thought that the leader of the Knights of the Round Table was actually a woman. As a woman, I have to say that it is amazing that she can become my lifelong enemy." Charlotte looked at the Knight King who had never shown his true face to the world with a look of amazement.

At this moment, her cheeks were slightly childish, and her eyebrows were more heroic. Her pair of green eyes contained a kind of freshness that remained after witnessing the world.

"Fate is really wonderful. I never thought that you and I would come to this point. Perhaps this was destined from the day we were born. Buried here, I can also rest in peace."

Angel held the sword in her right hand, and her spirit was extremely relaxed. There was even a trace of smile on the corner of her mouth, as if she was not worried about the subsequent battle.

"In this case, I will not hold back."

Charlotte raised the magic sword abruptly, and a pair of scarlet eyes burst out of the helmet, "【Frostmourne·The Wicked Soul Demands Life】"

In an instant, with him as the center, the originally green field was infected, the whistling wind rolled up the grass and leaves, the black and red ghosts drilled out of him painfully, and the projection world of the Elf Forest was dyed black.

Scarlet eyes appeared on Charlotte's body. The bloody eyes opened, containing the evil of this world, dripping with the sins of the world, and endless resentful souls entangled together. Charlotte held Frostmourne in her hand and turned into a black and red dragon, killing Angel with a move [Dragon Breaking Sky Slash].

Her golden hair fluttered, and Angel, who had recovered to her full state after a short period of time, slashed her arms fiercely. The golden sword of victory in her hand echoed with the surrounding area. All things were in spring, and the green grass and trees swayed, emitting strands of light to reinforce their master.

Collapse!

The bloodthirsty dragon head and the green sky-cutting sword energy, the collision between the two was like kerosene burning the sea, which was out of control. The whole area was shaking, and strands of forest laws were shaken out. The surrounding space was cracked and strands of cracks appeared.

Angel's figure turned in vain. It was not the right way to confront Charlotte head-on. She fell behind.

Angel, who seemed to have turned into a whirlpool, spun faster and faster. The Sword of Victory was like a wind blade that killed the black dragon. Charlotte was trapped in the eye of the storm. The surrounding space was like the pressure of seawater, and her movements were extremely difficult.

"【Extreme God Sword Art·Twenty-four Styles of Storm】"

In an instant, the clanging sound was endless. One golden sword after another blocked the black dragon in the eye of the storm. There were 24 swords in total, 12 of which were suspended in the surrounding space and 12 were stuck on the ground. The 24 holy swords blocked all directions of the bloodthirsty black dragon, making it impossible for it to escape.

Angel's phantom appeared in various parts of the storm. She quickly picked up golden holy swords and killed the black dragon below like thunder. This speed exceeded the extreme speed and could not be observed and blocked. It was a well-deserved killing move. That is, it can be arranged and released in advance in one's own field. Otherwise, in the outside world, it must be awakened and released at least at the god level.

"Ouch!"

The bloodthirsty black dragon roared, and its pair of red dragon eyes were particularly terrifying. Charlotte held Frostmourne in her hand, and she was extremely domineering. She turned into a ferocious black dragon head and fought with the dense phantom Angels around her. All the sword skills in the courtyard were in her mind. Charlotte's swordsmanship was perfect and she could break all the methods with one sword.

In the sky and on the ground, the Knight King chopped down fierce killing moves, which could not be observed with the naked eye. Even the gods would be cut to death. The besieged black dragon rolled wantonly, and the sword shadows in the storm crackled and killed around him, trying to find a dead angle.

The sheep-headed sword of Frostmourne awakened, and a sheep-headed demon slowly appeared. He was a thousand meters tall and stood in the eye of the storm. Like a magic needle that stabilizes the sea, the surrounding space could no longer be restrained.

The sheep-headed demon raised his right hand and punched the ground with a domineering punch. The ground suddenly cracked like a spider web, and the perfect storm had flaws.

Seeing that Charlotte was about to escape from the restraints, the phantoms of the knight kings holding swords and swinging swords around her accelerated again, and she heard a voice: "【Kill】!"

Suddenly, the storm that connected the sky and the earth began to turn sharply for the last time, whoosh! The wind and clouds surged, the surrounding domain began to collapse, the ancient trees were swallowed by the vortex, and they had already turned into strands of the original law in the air. Angel turned everything into one blow.

The transparent phantom of the sword-wielding knight king quickly shrank and closed, and the golden swords continued to merge until the 24th phantom was reunited, bursting with the light of golden judgment. The constantly vibrating holy sword seemed particularly terrifying, murderous, and purified the world.

Angel, who had returned to the form of a girl, pressed the vibrating holy sword with both hands, her blue eyes flashed, and she swung her arms and slashed at the underground dragon head.

This blow combined the domain and the killing move, and the true god would also die here. The proud fallen prince's body was restless and felt threatened. At this time, he revealed his own peerless talent.

[Ghost Dragon Regrets]

The bloodthirsty black dragon suddenly looked back, and with a sudden counterattack, the Knight King's killing move suddenly failed. The golden sword, like the axe of the sky, cut through the space with a click, and the earth collapsed. The dark city outside was already vaguely visible.

"Knight King, you lost."

"No, I haven't lost yet."

Angel's aura has not faded. Even though the domain has collapsed, she still has a last burst of strength. Even now, Angel, who is covered with wounds, has a breath in her heart to support her.

This is an obsession, containing protection, hope, and victory.

"This move also needs to thank your Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. They symbolize war, plague, chaos, and death, and blow the trumpet of doomsday, but they contain the truth. Even the most devout and superstitious believers admit their legitimacy.

Let's use this attack to commemorate the fate and cause and effect between you and me.

[Lord's Judgment]."

The phantoms of the Elf God and the Goddess of Magic suddenly appeared behind the Knight King. They raised their hands and snapped their fingers, just like the gods sent punishment to the world and cleansed the earth. The goddess was angry and the gods were in trouble. This attack borrowed the power of the great gods, pressing the evil enemy with a majestic momentum!

The positive and negative sides have always been opposite and integrated. In the battle with the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, Angel realized this.

"It's too early to kill me! If the Lord God wants to kill me, he must first exchange his life!"

Infinite black and red air burst out from Charlotte's body, and terrifying blood-red ghost eyes appeared everywhere on his body, and appeared in the black and red tentacles he extended. One of the main arms that looked like a pillar of heaven even raised the Frost Sorrow, and chopped at the Knight King fearlessly with a god-killing posture.

Hua La La.

Suddenly, the leaves fluttered, and an ancient ancestor tree born at the beginning of the world appeared. Its appearance immediately made the aggressive Charlotte Demon King stagnate. The infinite breath of life extinguished his scarlet ghost eyes and burned his ghost tentacles.

This is the most restraining power of the living creatures.

Charlotte's white hair fluttered, and his lower body was like a dragon and a beard. The demon tentacles struggled hard, and drops of blood and tears dripped from his eyes. Even the ancient tree of life could not make him surrender!

Frostmourne, which was resisted by the tree branch of life, was still pressing down one foot at a time. At this time, Angel's face was pale and bloodless. She had tried her best, and death had come irresistibly.

"Puff."

The tree branch of life was cut off, and just as Frostmourne was about to hit Angel's head, the last figure appeared behind her. This was an ordinary god. His eyes were extremely calm, as if he had noticed something and looked back to see this place.

In a flash, this mysterious god raised his arm, bent his fingers, and flicked them lightly.

——An irresistible shock wave came from behind Angel. The approaching Frostmourne and the demon tentacles seemed to have encountered a glorious blow from the Supreme God. The black and red tentacles suddenly turned into ashes, the magic sword was knocked away, and the scarlet blood eyes closed painfully. The arrogant Charlotte looked at her own demon body in disbelief as it was shattered in an instant.

This is the true and well-deserved Judgment of the Lord.