Chapter 459 The Curtain of Ovacin

The devil's sub-lord's projection giant claws are getting closer and closer, and the mountain-like oppressive force once again shatters and cracks the newly repaired space. The chaotic abyss energy burns the clear sky, and a piece of land is like being in an abyss. The black and red brilliance also imperceptibly permeated every inch of the air.

This is an undoubted disaster. On this forgotten raging desert, if there is no one to stop such a disaster, the powerless kingdom and the innocent poor can only bear it passively, and then... die in despair!

But Kuangtao Desert is lucky.

Facing the "natural disaster" of the collapse of the mountains, a black figure shot towards the giant claws that blocked the sky like a sharp sword.

It was a pure black dragon, the black dragon scales were not stained with any blood even in the blood of the abyss, and the bright dragon pupils were burning with scorching fire. The magical aura around him will reflect the colorful flames on the surface of the dragon scales.

Like a petrel pounced on a storm, Owakin-Acid Throat—the former ruler of the Hoth Mountains also threw his giant claws at the demon sub-lord without hesitation!

He is going to stop this man-made "natural disaster" and save all the creatures in the entire Kuangtao desert.

"Laugh at all you want, punk Sai'an, you will never understand what kindness is, what is salvation, you are doomed to sink in the quagmire of "evil", and then look up at the glory that belongs to "goodness""!

At this last moment, Owak's thick accent clearly spread throughout the battlefield.

As he himself said, he will always insist on and practice his "goodness", even if it will cost him his life.

Savior? That's right, the savior!

Perhaps this is a word that has been criticized or even derogatory, but in Ovakin's heart, this word is the responsibility and obligation he must fulfill, and it is to free him from the blood cage of Tiamat The key is also the belief he has been carrying out from birth to death!

Maybe it won't be understood and it won't be rewarded, but this black dragon still flew to that mortal fate without hesitation, and flew to the "goodness" and "salvation" he was looking for!

Of course, Owakyin's behavior is also doomed not to be recognized by "stakeholders" like Punk.

"good"? Ridiculous, only power is eternal, only profit is the pursuit! "!"

Watching the black dragon's smaller and smaller figure, Punk's expression was still as cold and gloomy as ever. He didn't understand Ovacin's choice, and he didn't need to understand Ovacin's choice.

Punk only needs to know that up to this point, choosing to save the black dragon who gave up revenge has become a great help for him, and then... the demon sub-lord's projection of giant claws is no longer a concern.

As Aowakin flew higher and higher, the black dragon's soul began to separate from his body as if breaking free from his body. Soon, under Aowakin's deliberate stripping, the black dragon's soul that was riddled with holes was finally completely Breaking away from his body, the meaningless "dragon corpse" quickly fell in mid-air like a rag hanging from a heavy object.

Owakyin, who had exposed his soul, immediately attracted the attention of the demon's sub-lord Projection Giant Claw. After all, this terrible sub-lord was attracted by the delicious soul from the very beginning. When a powerful and kind-hearted When the soul of your soul comes to your door, the greedy demon will never choose to refuse.

As a result, around Ovacin's soul, a large amount of abyssal energy quickly formed countless tentacles and whirlwinds. Under the manipulation of the sub-lord, these chaotic forces almost completely enveloped Ovacin's soul, and then , They immediately projected giant claws towards the demon sub-lord at the fastest speed and fused away.

Because Owak didn't resist, he was just indifferently engulfed by the energy of the abyss, and then indifferently merged into the projection giant claw of the sub-lord...

Finally... at the moment when the fusion was completed, Owakyin finally revealed his last, least practical, and most powerful hole card - to advance to the legend!

Aowakin's promotion is doomed to failure. Since ancient times, it has never been heard of a person with a broken soul who has a slight possibility of success in the promotion.

But that's what Ovacin wants!

The promotion of legend is an absolute process of qualitative change. At this time, the soul will start to try to master the mighty power of the law. Once it fails in this process, the power belonging to the law will suddenly erupt from within the soul. The extremely pure and chaotic law energy can definitely destroy all non-legendary existences within a certain range indiscriminately.

This is undoubtedly a terrorist method to kill everyone, and at the same time, it is also the last trump card of Aowakin!

Now, in order to save countless poor people in the Kingdom of Waibien, the black dragon who chose to sacrifice his life for "goodness" resolutely detonated this power within the giant claws of the demon's sub-lord projection, and it will end this projection without legendary power , smashed the altar together with the abyss, and by the way... completely blew out his own soul.

"Failed to advance? A sad killer as expected"!

Indifferently watching Ovacin's soul sink into the black and red giant's hand, Punk, who had estimated the distance, took two or three steps back carefully. Because of the "closing show"!

Perhaps it has something to do with the law that Owakyin majored in, and maybe it was the result of the "true savior"'s intentional control. The outbreak of the black dragon's failure to advance was not an earth-shattering explosion.

On the contrary, the destruction he releases is a silent, energy-like sublimation.

I saw a colorful ray of light suddenly seep out of the giant claws projected by the demon's sub-lord.

Immediately afterwards, this brilliance began to form countless energy ribbons dancing in the air. In the howling wind of the abyss energy, this ribbon fluttered and spread randomly without being affected at all. The center continued to emerge, and a large number of colored ribbons quickly spread throughout the space.

Color, looking around, the entire space is almost filled with color.

A large number of colorful ribbons are layered endlessly, and with the gentle dancing of each silk, these dense silks are as gorgeous as flower clusters, and every brilliance of energy seems to reflect everything that people can think of good.

But... apparently the expansion of the colored ribbons won't be truly endless?

In fact, just when the last touch of silk approached the ground about three steps away from Punk, this "brilliant flower group", which was no smaller than a city, quietly stopped expanding.

Then, in the next instant...

The entire colorful world suddenly shattered like a dream bubble...