Chapter 252 Doomed to Destruction

Five hundred years of the apocalypse.

Qianyu Empire Palace.

The three empires of the Mosley World gathered here to sign a ceasefire treaty.

It has been nearly 200 years since Yu put the Qianyu Empire on the table, and the current Qianyu Empire has lived up to Yu's expectations and has become one of the three empires of the Mosley World.

Wen Yu stood beside Yu, watching Yu socializing with the other two kings with a smile on his face, with a blank expression on his face, but he couldn't help sighing in his heart.

The Earth is very lucky, very lucky to have Lin Haifeng, a scheming man, and Wen Yu and Tang Haofei, who are powerful enough to suppress everything. However, the Mosley World is really not so lucky.

In the past two hundred years, the countries have been fighting endlessly, and the Qianyu Empire has taken advantage of the situation and expanded smoothly under Yu's power and skills. Not only has Yu become a sequence one, but even the Qianyu Empire has become the most powerful force in the Mosley World.

In contrast, it is the movement of the demons.

Once the outpost base of District 8 fell, it was never recovered. District 8 was full of monsters. Even though the ninth-level shackles have been opened for quite some time, District 8 is still one of the forbidden areas for the Mosley World.

The war between the Mosley World and the demons was completely one-sided. Perhaps it was because of this that the three empires were able to sit down and discuss the armistice agreement calmly.

They sensed the threat...

They may also regret everything they have done.

But it was too late to regret!

The demons were close at hand, and the battlefields were full of smoke. District 8 was completely occupied, and the remaining areas were not much better.

Today, the three ambitious people gathered to discuss how to deal with the crisis of the demons.

Looking at the three people at the top talking leisurely, their words were sharp. Even though they were talking about the threat of the demons on the surface, they could not escape the politicians' tricks in secret. Wen Yu suddenly felt bored.

He looked at Yu.

Yu enjoyed this kind of communication. His words were tactful but thorny, and he would not give in when it came to interests.

This world cannot be saved...

From top to bottom, they cannot get rid of the selfish and pedantic taste, even Sequence One cannot escape this category.

...

The picture fast-forwards.

The picture, which was already fast enough, speeds up again until it reaches the upper limit that Wen Yu can capture.

Just because "Yu" was ignored by Yu.

That's right, as the territory of Qianyu Empire becomes larger and larger, there are more and more strong people. Now, Yu's strength is not in Yu's eyes at all. If he is not a loyal minister, he may not even be able to keep the position of captain of the palace guard.

Not only Wen Yu, but when Yan finished making Yu's soul weapon, he was also banished to the cold palace, tinkering with messy things in the laboratory every day. Only when Wen Yu has nothing to do will he communicate with Yan.

Inside the palace, it is like a pure land. The disputes outside are not allowed to enter under Yu's force, and the inside knows nothing about the outside world.

Yu appeared less and less in the picture, and the purple mist kept boiling, as if it wanted Wen Yu to go in and do something - as a variable in fate, Wen Yu naturally needed to do something to satisfy the purpose of the beast and change Yu's fate. However, Wen Yu just watched with a cold eye, and even if the purple mist gave him some benefits, Wen Yu remained indifferent.

Until the end of the Mosley World.

In the 590th year of the apocalypse, the tenth-level shackles were broken.

Wen Yu, who was in the palace, could feel the spreading demonic energy and killing in a trance.

There was still no movement in the palace - the war was a matter of the front line. The tenth-level shackles had just been opened, and the war had not yet spread to the mainland of the Mosley World.

But the speed was very fast, and Wen Yu also saw the efficiency of the demons.

Only three years later, the layered battlefield was declared broken, and the main city of the first area of ​​the layered battlefield was captured by the demons. The demons successfully broke through the layered battlefield and came to the mainland of the Mosley World.

Then the sky collapsed and the earth split apart...

In the palace, Wen Yu could even feel the earth wailing,

The wind was howling, and the attack of the eleventh-level strongman caused the whole world to collapse in a short period of time.

At this juncture, Wen Yu met Yu again.

She was sitting on the Iron Throne, her heroic appearance could not cover up her deep fatigue and sadness.

"Did I do something wrong?"

Looking at Wen Yu who came alone, Yu said so.

And Wen Yu just shook his head silently, but his eyes were on the soul beast on Yu's shoulder.

It was dark purple, and its appearance was no different from Wen Yu's little soul beast, but Wen Yu felt that this soul beast should have some strange gaps from the current life beast.

It seemed that something was missing...

At least, it couldn't detect Wen Yu's "variable" now.

...

Yu just sat there until Wen Yu left.

This was also the last time the two met in this life.

Afterwards, the purple mist mirror began to blur until it completely collapsed.

"So, this is the end?"

Wen Yu had a blank expression on his face, as if he was mocking.

He was indeed mocking... mocking Yu's pattern, and even mocking the pattern of the Mosley world.

It was all right, and it was destined.

The purple mist suddenly boiled, and the life beast seemed to have sensed Wen Yu's insult to its master, but did not make any more moves-this little guy was weird, and his skill system was unique in the past and present, but when it came to lethality...

Sorry, Wen Yu beat him!

He has no means to check and control Wen Yu!

If Wen Yu wants to leave, he can't stop Wen Yu at all!

The reason why Wen Yu is still sitting here is that there is nothing to do outside, and secondly...

Thinking of this, Wen Yu slowly closed his eyes, and recalled the past and present lives of Yu that he had just seen from the purple mirror.

...

"You can only send me to Yu, right?"

Wen Yu suddenly spoke to the void.

The purple mist slowly boiled, and after a moment, two purple mists merged into Wen Yu's body.

"You can only send me to the time node when selecting personal soldiers, right?"

Two more purple mists merged into Wen Yu's body.

Seeing this, Wen Yu sighed.

The interference of fate beasts in fate is still very limited after all.

He can only use "Yu", an individual unit, as a variable in the Mosley world, to interfere with Yu's final fate.

Even the time node is fixed.

This is not good news for Wen Yu-there are limitations, which means less room for play.

However, the limitation is natural, and Wen Yu cannot change it. He can only frown and think about everything that happened in the last life.

Becoming a personal soldier is no problem. It is because of becoming Yu's personal soldier that the soul weapons such as throbbing and wild song can be born... This is not right. It is very likely that Yan can figure out these drawings later, but whether the designer is Wen Yu himself is very important.

Because that determines whether Wudong and Bingzhu can perfectly match Wen Yu's combat system.

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