Chapter 959 Prologue

“As long as it works”

The man named Yeats leaned on his chair and read a book and said without raising his head: "The Golden Dawn is not a reformatory."

"what is that?"

Lu Baiyan asked: "It destroyed the Kingdom of Heaven, led to the fall of the Utopia, and caused trouble in hell for so many years. What was it for?"

"Of course it's to destroy this world."

After Yeats clipped the bookmark, he closed the collection of poems in his hand and replied calmly: "In the literal sense, every person, every place with people, every person's achievements and works, all should be left intact." Complete destruction.”

This gentle man said the cruelest words in the world. After a slight pause, he told him meaningfully: "It's just that before that, some people must die first."

All remnants of the Utopia and all those who try to reorganize the lineage of the Kingdom of Heaven and recreate the past must be destroyed and killed in the most complete manner.

at all costs.

Just like Russell's determination.

If the two sides could barely maintain a little bit of harmony in hell in the past while mixing sand with each other, then now is the most complete break.

In the deep hell, two branch campuses under the jurisdiction of Ramanujan and Ms. Chen have begun a brutal war with the rulers.

Soon, the Ivory Tower will pay the price for its arrogance.

At this moment, following Yeats's words, behind the carriage, in the carriage that was supposed to carry goods and lumber, pairs of blood-red eyes slowly opened.

The sleeping legions were awakened.

The Solidifiers from the Golden Dawn felt the approaching killing intent.

At this moment, a scarlet perfect circle suddenly appeared on the sky. Four radiating blood lights swirled from the perfect circle, and a small dot emerged from the center of the circle.

Like a sniper rifle, it was aimed at the train from a distance.

The terrifying power far away on the border is slowly building up.

Looking down indifferently.

——Calling the Dragon Flute.

This is the true form of war of the Dragon Summoning Flute. As the world's largest abyssal telescope, it is also the prototype of the ultra-deep hell strike weapon assembled by the Utopia on the eve of its fall.

But now, it is in no hurry to strike a devastating blow.

Just showing his presence.

Declare this unspeakable anger towards the traitors of the past.

"Look, they're watching us."

Yeats chuckled.

But Lu Baiyan was unmoved, and instead looked at the mountains in the distance from the window.

It's like you can feel the resonance between this destiny.

"Where is he."

Staring at that distant figure through the countless dancing snow and wind... I could glimpse the violent glow after the endless storm, and my pupils were stung by the sharp power, and bloodshot eyes appeared.

"Is that Russell's sun? It's so dazzling..."

Lu Baiyan murmured softly.

"Yes." Yeats said, "In the foreseeable future, it will be glorious."

"No, he won't."

At that moment, the crown of national mourning emerged from Lu Baiyan's head.

After seventy years of silence, the former great commander stared indifferently at his successor, his replacement.

At the moment when they looked at each other, what emerged from the hearts of both parties was only the most straightforward and pure determination.

He said, "I'm going to kill him."

At that moment, the young man by the campfire above the mountains seemed to hear his words.

Smiling calmly.

The fingers hanging in front of his knees flickered slightly.

Hit the note that kicked off the show.

As a result, the crawling White Walkers on the train raised their red eyes one after another, as if they had noticed something, staring at the turbulent snow ahead.

In the vast whiteness, an erratic shadow suddenly appeared.

Along the endless railway track, towards the speeding train, coming towards you.

Step by step, move forward.

Under the windbreaker dancing in the blizzard, the slender palm dragged the epee, cutting the wind and frost, causing the iron blade to rub against the frost, causing sparks to fly.

The train roars.

Amidst the low sounds of countless rail tracks, a high-pitched whistle burst out.

On the roof of the car, those dwarf-like White Walkers with slender limbs began to squirm, making vague and sharp sounds in their throats. They swallowed before hunting, waiting for someone who dared to climb on this death train.

They competed with each other for position at the front, ready to pounce.

Compared with the speeding train, the erratic figure's speed is so slow, but when he steps, the footprints seem to break through the ice and snow, imprinted on the stone and iron under the flying snow.

Then, from the sound of the wind, the roar of the train, and the roar of the train, a clear voice suddenly sounded.

Just like vibrating strings.

It was the sword blade that cut through the flying snow and the low roar of the wind. The tiger neighed silently, grinding his teeth and sucking blood. He stared at the prey in front of him with his scarlet eyes in the cage.

In the driver's seat, the driver who turned into a living corpse stared blankly, feeling the contradiction and conflict between the predetermined order and reality.

Right at the front of the track, the sudden blocker raised his heavy sword and pointed it at the speeding train ahead.

--cut!

In an instant, high heat swept through, as if lava flowed and gathered on the blade, melting all the insignificant flying snow and ice, penetrating the storm, and violently destroying everything in front of him at the moment he was freed from the shackles.

Violent shocks erupted.

The terrifying train full of hellish creatures collided with the sword blade, and what was caused was not a loud noise and roar, but a sad and sad sound of the piano!

Sing for the homeless!

The once immortal classic, the song of the wanderer composed by the gypsies, is played from the blade of the sword at this moment.

Under the torn hood, Yuan Yuan raised his eyes, blazing light bursting out of them.

The black totems originally hidden under the thin clothes quickly expanded and spread, climbing onto her face, making that pretty and quiet cheek become solemn and solemn.

The moment the piano played, the miraculous imprint that had been dormant in her blood also awakened, causing the originally dark lines to turn into red, growing rapidly, and even breaking through the physical manifestation, and a slender figure appeared on her forehead. And the curved horn projection.

Miracle Seal·Prison Cow!

The fragments peeled off from the dragon veins flowing across the land of Eastern Xia were labeled as the traces of gods formed by the descendants of the dragon. Taking the endless melody of the world and the sound of all things as a carrier, it appears in the world!

At this moment, along with the melody of swinging swords, a long dragon's roar emerged from the violin's singing, shaking the world in front of him, causing all insignificant things to shatter into dust.

The train shook violently, terrifying waves spread, and the blazing foehn wind engulfed the flying White Walkers, turning them into ashes in an instant.

And the speeding train actually derailed under this sword, tilted from the original road, staggered towards the rugged ice field, and missed the original edge.

Starting from the front of the train, a huge crack emerged from the car body, spreading rapidly as the blade advanced. Like a giant beast whose belly had been cut open, thick and foul-smelling blood spurted out, leaving a rapidly spreading red mark on the pale ice field.

Many carriages overturned and rolled, and countless debris flew out from the broken carriages.

In the midst of the shock, the tattooed face suddenly raised his hand, and a vague and low chant came from behind the cracked face. The originally tilted carriage was suspended in the air by an invisible force and slowly fell to the ground.

Outside the car, Yuan Yuan raised his hand and pulled off his cumbersome windbreaker, revealing a slim-fitting white shirt.

Her long hair pulled into a ponytail fluttered in the snowy wind.

Just like a flag.

"Just take it as a hello."

She asked calmly: "Can you please stop hiding?"

Just like that, she raised the sword blade in her hand towards the white ghosts and corpse dogs climbing out of the countless trains. In the reflection of the sword spine, the tiger who was freed from his shackles smiled ferociously and roared silently.

Different from the gentle melody of the past, under the blessing of the miraculous imprint of the prisoner cow, the performance on the sword blade at this moment became majestic and magnificent. The nihilistic emotion originally contained in the sound of the piano was transformed into real and tangible power. As she advanced, she unleashed her violence.

Just like that, in an instant, it turned into a roaring meteorite, easily smashing through the outer shell of the carriage, breaking into the darkness, bringing burning fire.

Sweep!

A perfectly circular trajectory was left in the darkness, slicing all opponents in the way!

But there was a shrill cry in the wind again.

The blade of the sword was raised, steel collided.

Outside the cracked carriage, the dim light falling illuminated the attacker.

"She's really a woman?"

The knight covered in heavy armor raised his head, holding a halberd and a large shield in his hand, and sneered jokingly: "I didn't expect that such a powerful woman could be cultivated in this world..."

In his hand, the dark shield was once engraved with the symbol of Nightmare Eye, but the emblem had been torn through by a slash.

This is the emblem of a traitor.

Former members of Nightmare Eye, many solidifiers who pursued power and threw themselves into the abyss.

——Exiled Kumar.

"Sorry, it seems that the real owner has no time to pay attention to you for the time being."

He raised his halberd and Chi Tong taunted, "How about you come and play with me... But you won't care if there are a lot of people, right?"

Along with his words, pairs of red eyes appeared in the car behind him.

The armored knights walked out of the darkness. On the blood-stained cloaks, the emblem of the Cross of Swords had long turned into pitch black. The solemn armor is covered with patina.

The Knights of the Sacred Heart, who had all fallen from the Hell Crusade, reappeared in the world in such an ugly appearance.

All members were frozen, completely going crazy from the erosion of the abyss.

He has long since degenerated into a monster and has no other pursuits except killing and fighting...

"Come on, little girl."

Under the visor, Kumar's scars curved with a sinister smile: "I will entertain you well——"

What answered him was the cry of steel.

In an instant, a long distance was crossed.

The tiger stabs!

The powerful force tore apart his halberd, shield, armor, and even his helmet.

Then, skillfully, cut off the head!

The corpse fell and blood spurted out.

Yuan Yuan stepped over the corpse expressionlessly and moved forward towards the knights advancing like Lin, but coldly dropped his final evaluation.

"Too much nonsense..."