Chapter 1192 Man-Made Falling Objects

Graywood’s pupils reflected this scene.

Orusia’s waist was dislocated, blood splattered, and he was directly split into two pieces in mid-air and fell heavily.

The dust settled.

Facing his creator, or rather, just facing an inconspicuous clone of his creator. Orusia still lost, and failed miserably.

“Lord Orusia…” Graywood suddenly collapsed to the ground, looking dazed and helpless.

The Lord of Flameless in mid-air lowered his head and looked at Orusia who was broken into two pieces.

Orusia was not dead, and even tried his best to make the cross-section grow granulations, trying to reconnect the two broken pieces.

The Lord of Flameless said quietly: “Don’t waste your energy. According to the energy you have left now, it is almost impossible to recover.”

Orusia raised his bloody face and stared at the Lord of Flameless with vicious eyes.

At this moment, a faint light suddenly flashed between Orusia's eyebrows, and the mark of the relic of the Fire of the Familiar reappeared again. As this mark was revealed, the growth of the granulation on the cross section of Orusia's waist accelerated a bit.

"I almost forgot that you still have the means to use external forces. However, it is still impossible to recover... Do you think I will give you time?" The Lord of No Flame looked down at the waste meat in the dust, and the palm of his hand was already flashing with white flames.

As the flames flickered more and more, at this moment, an ancient and cumbersome evil breath filled in from a distance.

The Lord of No Flame turned his head suddenly, looking directly at the source of this breath.

Deep pit.

Or rather, this is the deep pit that appeared when the Lord of No Flame smashed the Bobota. The ancient evil breath was spreading from the deep pit.

Angel and Graywood in the distance also felt this breath. Although this breath was not as immobile as the coercion, the strong sense of evil and the oppression were so strong that it was like drowning after being trapped in it, almost suffocating.

"Why does this breath feel a little familiar?" Angel whispered to himself.

But in the deep pit, a crimson chain with flames slowly stretched out. As the chain rose, Bopota, whose body had begun to "rot", also struggled to stand up.

"I won't die. The glory of the Baiyuan people is still waiting for me to recover... and my sister is also waiting for me to see her. I won't die, and I can't die!" As Bopota whispered, one end of the crimson chain exuded a strong bloody aura, and a "total solar eclipse" logo was faintly revealed!

"Artificial drop?" The Lord of Flameless stared at the chain and whispered, "Such a huge amount of demon blood, it seems that you have devoured at least hundreds of demons to complete this artificial drop."

Popota glared at the Lord of Flameless fiercely, with madness flashing in his eyes.

The Lord of Flameless said calmly: "Do you know what a demon god hates to see the most?"

"That is, the things of another demon god, whether it is a mark or...drop!" The Lord of Flameless suddenly raised his voice, and the terrifying flame that was prepared to deal with Orusia flew towards the chain.

Popota's previous battle with the Lord of Flameless was completely defeated. When he was lying in the deep pit, he felt that his body had begun to fall apart, but he was unwilling to die like this. The only way he could think of to survive was to start the drop ritual, borrow the power of the Lord of the Deep when he came, to recast his body, and kill the clone of the Lord of Flameless. However, the drop ritual was too noisy, and as soon as it started, the evil breath attracted the attention of the Lord of Flameless.

Before the ceremony was completed, the flames swung by the Lord of Flameless hit the chain.

There was only a crisp sound, and the logo of the "total solar eclipse" on the chain shattered into countless points of light.

As the logo shattered, Bopota was also hit back, vomited blood, and fell heavily to the ground again.

As long as he could hold on for a little longer, hold on for a little longer... he would obviously succeed.

Bopota's eyes were filled with blood and tears, and he looked unwilling.

Seeing this, the Lord of Flameless said coldly: "Although I don't like the objects of other demons, I can tell you that when the object-dropping ceremony started, the demon you prayed to had already sensed it."

The words of the Lord of Flameless showed a fact.

The Lord of the Deep had actually sensed the situation here, but... He did not choose to descend.

In other words, Bopota had been abandoned by the Lord of the Deep.

Now the only thing that was valuable to Bopota was his soul. Since he believed in the Lord of the Deep, his soul would definitely be obtained by the Lord of the Deep after his death. Since the Lord of the Deep had already ensured the only benefit, why bother to argue with another demon god when he knew that Bopota would die.

Even though the Lord of the Deep was much stronger than the Lord of the Flameless. But a fight without benefit was completely meaningless to Him.

When the Lord of the Flameless pointed out this truth, Bopota's face was ashen.

The Lord of the Flameless was not interested in caring about what Bopota was thinking, and did not even continue to do it, but turned around and walked back to Orusia. For Him, getting rid of the "naughty" child was the most important thing.

When the Lord of the Flameless began to walk towards Orusia, Greywood in the distance finally came to his senses, repeatedly muttered "no", and then panicked, anxiously, and staggered to run towards Orusia.

Seeing this, Angel grabbed Greywood without hesitation.

Greywood, who was in a confused state, was successfully blocked by Angel.

In fact, Greywood himself knew that it was useless for him to rush over, but even if it was useless, Greywood did not want to watch Orusia die like this.

Greywood looked at Orusia, and Orusia also raised her head and looked over.

When Orusia saw Greywood rushing over, in addition to the flash of relief in his eyes, he was more anxious.

It was not until Angel stopped Greywood that Orusia slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Orusia looked at Greywood, and for the first time there was a pleading look in his eyes. He did not want Greywood to come over.

Because if Greywood rushed over, he would only die.

Perhaps, after killing himself, the Lord of No Flame would not attack others again. After all, to him, whether it was Greywood or Angel, they were all ants.

Even if he was an ant, Orusia only wanted Greywood to survive.

...

The Lord of Flameless came to the side of Orusia. When He went to destroy the fallen objects, Orusia still did not give up hope. The buds on his waist had begun to connect to the other broken part.

If the Lord of Flameless came later, Orusia would probably have been able to repair his body.

"Why are you so anxious? When your soul returns to silence, I will help you repair your body, even better than before." The Lord of Flameless glanced at the mark on Orusia's forehead and said lightly: "After all, in so many years, you are the first body that can carry the relic of the Fire of Destiny."

Carrying the relic of the Fire of Destiny? Orusia always felt something was wrong.

He was chasing me, wasn't it because of the so-called "betrayal", but for... the relic of the Fire of Destiny?

Orusia felt a little strange, but it had no chance to ask again at this time, because the flames in the hands of the Lord of Flame were ignited again!

At this moment, a sound of breaking through the air crossed the sky and interrupted the Lord of Flameless's action.

But it was an elemental arrow composed of flames that flew from a distance.

However, the flaming arrow stopped before it approached the Lord of No Flame.

The Lord of No Flame turned his head and looked at the source of the flaming arrow, only to see Greywood with both hands facing his position, with visible burning energy in his palms.

Obviously, this flaming arrow was shot by Greywood.

Although Angel blocked Greywood's steps, Greywood's strength was higher than Angel's. The reason why it stopped was not because of Angel, but because of Aulusia's eyes.

Aulusia didn't want to do this, so Greywood didn't move forward.

However, when seeing the Lord of No Flame returning to Aulusia, many images flashed through Greywood's mind, all of which were memories related to Aulusia.

Because he had never been able to mature, Greywood was actually very discouraged. He also suppressed himself in the tribe, thinking about how to make himself mature earlier every day and night. Until he followed Orusia, although maturity was still Greywood's goal, Orusia did not put pressure on him like other demons in the tribe, but let him grow freely.

The reason why Greywood became so "bear" was actually related to Orusia's indulgence.

During the time he followed Orusia, Greywood completely liberated his nature, and the depression in his heart disappeared. It can be said that this was the most comfortable moment for Greywood in all these years.

Olusia also had extraordinary significance for Greywood.

When he saw that Orusia was about to be silenced by the Lord of No Flame, Greywood seemed to see the beautiful memories of the past, all turned into dust and disappeared... This made Greywood hard to accept. Even if Orusia stopped him with his eyes, even if the shopkeeper repeatedly said in his ear to be patient and self-denial, Greywood finally released the flaming arrow.

Even though Greywood knew that this flaming arrow might not have any effect, and might even bring him harm. But sometimes, rational thinking can never catch up with the sensibility and impulse of that moment.

Facts have also proved that the Flame Arrow can't hurt the Flameless Lord at all, and it can't even get close to the Flameless Lord.

When the Flameless Lord looked over, Greywood's expression was fearful, but there was a flash of hatred in his eyes.

"Use fire to deal with me, ignorant."

As the Flameless Lord whispered, the Flame Arrow that was stagnant in the air suddenly turned around and shot back at Greywood.

The speed of the Flame Arrow shot back was faster than before, and it was impossible to stop it.

"No... don't..." Orusia murmured in a low voice with blood flowing out of his mouth.

The firelight from the Flame Arrow illuminated Greywood's eyes full of fear and despair.

After a violent explosion.

A deep pit burning with flames appeared at the original place.