Shaman from Afar

"... sad, stray dogs without a master ... tell me ... do you feel like you are particularly an embodiment of justice ..."

"... This sense of superiority occupies the moral commanding heights, and I think I am still thinking of no one ... Does it make you feel great ..."

"... No one can bring justice, no one can make the world respect ... If you want her to respect, awe, fear, trembling ... you must crush her completely, ravage her, conquer her ..."

"... Now I ... suddenly bright ..."

Some broken memories, with only the fragments flashing back, continue to flood into the consciousness of Rick figure; it seems that because of the huge void reaction in the ruins of the Dragon King City, his own force of the void has also been affected and appeared. A little fluctuation.

Perhaps it is because the memory is too strong, and the power of his own void is so large that there is an afterimage of a one-armed knight standing on the sword.

"... No, I just feel sad ... for someone who once regarded faith as everything, but in the end betrayed his belief ... feel sad ..."

The one-armed knight's words kept ringing like echoes in his mind.

"... because your belief ... is a lie ..."

Damn it!

The face under the hood twitched slightly, revealing a trace of perplexity.

Those deep-rooted pictures seem to be like the deepest wounds in consciousness, unable to heal or even erased.

Although the enemies in front of him are basically the same as the ants, it is a taboo when fighting, even if the ants can catch a trace of the flaws from them so that they can take advantage of the flaws ... but in any case, he ca n’t take these fragments like Flashback, expelled from the mind.

"He is distracted, now!"

Diapo's cry rang in the snowstorm, followed by a roar that shook the world.

"Hi ah ah ah ah !!!"

The roaring burly figure rushed out of the blizzard, and the blood-soaked plasma burned like a flame, flowing from the wound into the blood vessel, pouring into the heart, and then passed to every corner of the body.

Left hand battle axe, right hand big sword;

The whole body was bathed in blood, and the blood was like fire;

The violent "tyrant" tore the blizzard like a burning torch and rushed towards the figure facing him.

The big sword and the battle axe fell down at the same time; before being hit with the figure of Rickets, he was stopped by a slender cane raised, and a low groan came from under the hood.

"I said ... Sword wielders ... will be held by all ..."

"puff!"

A bunch of **** afterimages penetrated the invisible barrier, and could be wiped gently from the cheeks of the rickets.

Damn ... the twin pupils under the hood flashed a little grim.

Those memories that could not be shaken off, actually gave a trace of their own strength.

"Gevait!"

"Hi ah ah ah ah !!!"

The furious roar turned into a golden-red afterimage, and the roar had rushed in front of the figure of Ricket; the tip of the phantom sword was facing his chest.

"clang!"

The violent impact struck the metal tip of the musical note, and immediately before it touched the figure, it was stopped by the invisible ripples.

But the "tyrant" did not stop, and even became faster than before!

Don't care if there is a cut, or whether it is stopped by the other party, just keep attacking, crazy! attack!

The moment the sharp blade waved, the burning plasma of the burly body seemed to be more violent than before, and the flame-like golden red became closer to pure gold and even dazzling white.

"Hi ah ah ah ah !!!"

The action of opening and closing together, the crazy action, as if boiling tendons and plasma, slashing towards the seemingly small figure desperately, pouring a knight on the verge of death at the last moment of life, All the power that can be poured out.

That's ... to the point of death, there is no power to go back.

"boom!!!!"

The "Lone Pagoda" towering at the foot of Ricket's figure began to appear shaken. If even the last foothold was destroyed, the five figures would all fall into the abyss of the Tiankeng in the ruins of the Dragon King City.

That was the case ... The flash of enlightenment in his mind made him know the plans of the four evil gods.

For these fallen evil gods, they are only the existence of the memory of this world, and the body has no meaning for them; but for the self who has just returned from the void, if the body of the physical world is destroyed, there will be a renewal The risk of falling into the void.

Are you ... so planned?

Feeling the tremor under his feet, the face under the hood sneered.

"Hi ah ah ah !!!!!!"

The body, which had been completely turned into a dazzling white, continued to growl, and the ripples that stood in front of Ricket's figure were already full of cracks. It seemed that as long as you hit harder, you can completely break it.

The crazy roaring "tyrant" completely wiped out his original consciousness, and became his last resort for the "death" of the near-dead in this world.

Roaring, roaring, desperate to smash the phantom into a thin ricket figure.

"Slam!"

The faint ripples shattered like glass, and the Phantom Battle Axe and Sword were raised again, and then smashed down!

"Snapped!"

Raising the slender cane above his head, he lightly poked the burning burly body of the "tyrant".

not good!

"Ender" Diabo's expression changed, and the blood-colored remnants surrounding his body flew toward the cane.

"Govait, flash away! He wants to ..."

boom!

The voice came to an abrupt halt, and the stunned "Ender" twitched violently like his throat was clenched, his wide eyes filled with fear.

The face under the hood slowly lifted, looking sideways coldly at Diarbo, who was struggling and twitching violently. His left hand, which was always on his side, was slightly flattened, and the palm was a virtual grip.

"I said ... Diabo ... in my world ... there is no place for selfish desires ..." Ricky's figure came with a whispered word:

"So ... I must devour your power of the void completely, obliterate your existence and consciousness ... make you ... be part of me ..."

"I said I did ..."

The expression of the terrified "Ender" Diabo gradually distorted, and the unprecedented sense of helplessness was different from the fear. He could feel that he was becoming "void", "fuzzy", and "difficult to judge".

The "reliance" of my existence in this world, my own power of emptiness, my own consciousness ... everything is gradually being swallowed, assimilated, negated, and obliterated by the power of the emptiness of the other party.

The empty touch is constantly eroding his own existence. There is a blank in consciousness, and all memories are blurred little by little, and eventually disappear.

The struggling body showed a confused expression on the twisted face, followed by a little bit of transparency until ...

Fading away completely.

The four evil spirits ... rely on the existence of a collection of all the world's lusts and ambitions ... "Ender" ... from this world, forever be wiped out.

"Diabo ?!"

The old man kneeling on the ground, Lemantes, the "dead", exclaimed; but he hadn't even had time to resist, and the slender cane that had hit him had penetrated his throat.

"Lemantes ... The famous" dead ", in the sense that the" wizard "that appeared in the era of the dragon kingdom has not yet been born, you are the first existence that created the concept and identity of the" wizard "... "

A low, moaning voice echoed in the cold wind.

Lymantes, who had penetrated the throat, was still struggling, but the withered body seemed to be like plaster, constantly cracking, peeling off, and the scattered parts were like dust, floating in the snowstorm.

"It's sad ... if you don't resist me ... I can make you my spokesperson or some kind of incarnation ... continue to exist ..."

"The valuable but tireless rebellion against my existence ... Lemantes ... I give you the supreme honor ... fall into the void ... witness to my existence that the consciousness devours this world ..."

"Snapped!"

With a slight snap of his fingers, the slender cane running through the throat of the "dead" returned to the hands of the rickshaw figure.

The old man kneeling down completely turned into a white color similar to gypsum, which was torn apart in the ice and snow.

Staring at the dissipating figure, the face under the hood sighed for the first time.

"Hi ah ah ah !!!!!!"

The roar resounding through the world, bursting in the snowstorm, roaring flaming burly figure roaring, once again desperately rushed to the figure of rickets.

In the roar, the ground at the feet of the figure is constantly cracking, collapsing, and decomposing ... It is like the incarnation of anger, throwing away everything and rushing up, turning the last drop of blood in the body into a fuel for fighting.

Then all burned out!

But the staggered figure never looked back, walking step by step toward the other one who had never been close, and did not even look at his "existence".

The slender cane supported the extremely weak figure, step by step, walking through the place where the "ender" disappeared, and walking through the remains of the "dead" Lemantes who had only fragments.

The phantom sword and battle axe were raised, and the raging snowstorm was stirred by the storm rolled by the blade, and struck the rickety back figure.

"Hi ah ah ah !!!!!!"

The trembling roar rang again.

Also ... the last time it sounded.

"I say……"

Ricky's figure stood still, seemingly raising his slender cane with some difficulty, muttering to his mouth:

"Eli blade hurts people ... will be punished with thousands of swords, and the soul will be torn apart ..."

puff!

The words that were filled with cold killing intentions fell, and the burning burly body collapsed instantly.

Only dust left.

The trembling right hand put the slender cane down with some effort, supporting the rickety body; the gaze hidden under the hood swept toward the snowy ground, and the last figure was standing in front of him.

"It's really ... no surprise to me at all ..." he said softly, with a killing intention in his voice:

"Luton ... the only one who stood up ... but watched his companion wither ... and didn't try to stop me ..."

Squatting on the ground, hiding his face in the thin figure between his arms, slowly raised his gaze, and looked at the cold eyes with a sad expression.

"I know, I knew from the beginning that we can't stop your pace. Even if a miracle really happens, we absolutely can't do it. This is a fact."

"But ... this is also a very frustrating truth. I saw it, but I couldn't stop it. I could only watch it coming, and then ... strangle all our existence!"

The thin figure "Unbeliever" Luton was very painful, and there was a little sob in his voice.

"The first insight into the true face of" time "... I can understand your pain ... your pain has transcended the existence of many consciousnesses ... but ... unfortunately ... still one step away ..."

Ricky whispered like a judge in a trial: "Your eyes see the truth ... but because you see too much truth ... you lose your motivation to move forward ..."

"Wisdom is never a gift ... It's a burden ... It's pain ... I can't bear the existence of this pain and burden ... I can't take the first step on this rugged road ..."

"Ultimately ... it's just a domineering thing ..."

Wither's right hand extended his cloak, trying to hold the top of the "Unbeliever", but he was stopped by reaching out.

"But there are still people in this world who can stop you not from this world, but from another world, who are not bound by the laws of this world at all."

"His future is not under the control of this world, so it is still possible to stop you or even replace you!" Luton wept, wondering whether it was because of fear or anger, or sympathy for the person in front of him:

"Your future may still be terminated by him!"

Wearing a cloak, he slightly bowed his head, and slightly pushed away the hand of the "Unbeliever" Luton slightly, and pressed the withered palm on the top of his head:

"I know ... this is Asriel's trick ... and the reason I will come back ... I counted his thoughts ... calculated a move he would do ..."

"He will block me ... block me desperately ... so as long as I find him ... defeat him ... you can get the second Holy Grail hidden by you and the dragon kingdom ... then ..."

"Swallow this world ..."

The crying "unbeliever" Ludun, UU reading www.uukanshu.com turned into blizzard under the dry palm; the rolled snowflakes brushed Ricket's cheeks and blew down the hood.

Farnesses ... "Black Cross" Serel sneered, gently grasping the snow in his palm and stopped at the tip of his nose.

This very familiar reaction to the void ... it's not wrong, it is definitely his strength.

"Lorren Turin ..."

Raising his head, Serel's eyes turned to the south, looking at the snow-white land, the towering glaciers and the lead-gray clouds ...

His eyes seemed to have passed through all this, and he locked a familiar figure that had blocked himself from time to time in a certain memory, and survived.

"Do not worry……"

"I ... Serior ... I'll come to you ..."