Chapter 618 Tiamat Is Singing

"You are such a being..."

Nero Chaos looked at Roland in disbelief.

Although he was confident in challenging Bai Ji, he was not so arrogant that he would still rush to seek death when the other party might involve a bunch of supporters or fans.

His employer, the White Winged Duke, clearly assured him that neither the burial mechanism, the clock tower, nor other ancestors would interfere with this.

The only ones to pay attention to were Bai Ji herself and another living saint whose whereabouts were elusive.

Although he knew that a shrewd guy like the White Winged Duke might falsify information, Nero came with the mood of giving it a try because he had an immortal body without worrying about the consequences.

Unexpectedly, the shamelessness of the White Winged Duke still exceeded his imagination.

...Is this a saint?

"Of course, a researcher who used my legend to build power, but he didn't even know the miracle of the new millennium?"

Roland shook his head and muttered.

"It seems that it was right to rush over before Arquette parked the car. An abstract secondary creation like yours should be swept into the garbage dump."

Feeling the abyss-like breath on Roland, Nero Chaos's forehead was also sweating, like a wild dog that saw thunder for the first time.

But when the horror of fear permeated every personality, the ecstasy that reappeared in the vampire's eyes was simply indescribable.

It is undoubtedly embarrassing for a fake to meet a real one, but from another perspective, this is also a reappearance of the truth.

Unlike the easy-to-use phase of Magical Index, the basis for Type-Moon magicians to perform magic is to rely on the magic base engraved on the planetary rules.

Since the system imprinted on the world at this moment is expressed in the form of religion and knowledge, with the passage of time, it is naturally distorted in the inheritance from generation to generation, and finally cannot be used at all.

Although this system with a strong idol theory has a lot of room for expansion, and can allow future generations to alienate, distort, and even produce unofficial history according to their needs and imagination, there must be some basic laws after all.

King Arthur can be a girl, and the treasure can be a holy spear instead of a holy sword, but you can't regard a Roman emperor as King Arthur just because he looks like her.

Because of this, there are so many religions and beliefs in the world that worship gods, but except for the Eastern thought key pattern and the baptism and purification of the Holy Church, which have two complete systems, most other mythological systems have been integrated into the magic system after the Christian era.

Some obscure religions and sorcerers born from the base are even given the derogatory name of primitive spells by magicians, who believe that only inferior magicians will use and learn them.

The key difference is that after the base is gradually distorted, later generations cannot prove the original appearance through existing clues.

Therefore, if it is impossible to be like the church, despite the emergence of so many strange schools and branches, there are still saints who appear one after another since the Age of Gods, showing miracles with hard power.

If other declining magic bases want to revive, they can only try their luck and wait for the emergence of geniuses like Aozaki Orange who can single-handedly reverse the original appearance among the younger generation.

For Nero, the same is true.

Although he imitated the large number of reproduced 666 beasts and the sea of ​​chaos with the blood ring of the ancestor's principle, in Roland's eyes, they were just fakes.

But fakes are better than nothing.

With the real Beast of Revelation as a reference, even if he can't reproduce a high-quality imitation, he can at least go one step further in the direction of magic modification.

Nero has a hunch that if he can successfully incorporate Roland's power - even if it is only a small part, into his own system tree, he will definitely surpass the realm of the ancestor and become the highest-level vampire like the true ancestor.

No, even further, it is not a delusion to touch the sea of ​​life that once gave birth to many gods!

"Boom!"

The air was compressed, squeezed, twisted, and finally suddenly spread out, blowing violent airflow.

Suddenly, Nero Chaos's coat also fluttered.

However, the source of power that made it run around was not the rolling wind, but the pure and huge posture, with his body as the door, pouring into the chaos nest outside.

With a strange smell, the black liquid like tar spread from all directions like the waves at high tide, and soon wrapped the street tightly.

Between the waves that were wriggling and moving like living things, hideous heads emerged one by one.

That was the army of beasts.

Bulls, elks, lions, wild wolves, scorpions, crocodiles... Roland even caught a glimpse of the tail of the Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Modern and ancient, predators and prey, behemoths as tall as tens of meters and dangerous species as small as a palm, all gathered together.

Moreover, unlike the black dog that greeted me before, from the pupils that were hidden in the darkness but still shone with scarlet light like lights, it can be seen that they have crossed the natural ecological boundaries and reached the level of fantasy.

Yes, every beast in this legion is a fantasy species.

As the trump card that allowed Nero Kaos to occupy the tenth position and have been reckless for nearly a thousand years, although it is still within the scope of the inherent barrier in name, the Beast King's Nest seems to have got rid of the state of the world egg and has grown branches.

Using the special shapes accumulated by the blood ring of the principle of beasts and the mysteries of nearly a thousand years as materials, Nero, who is at full power, can release a one-man army of fantasy species at any time.

Although in terms of individual level, it can only reach the lowest level of fantasy beasts. Even the Pegasus summoned by Medusa's Noble Phantasm is far inferior, let alone Favna, Beo and other fantasy beasts. At the top, it touches the existence of mythical beasts, but this amazing category more than makes up for it all.

Charge, defense, raid, assassination, this covers all aspects, the group of Warcraft with different advantages, combined with the mystery that ignores most spells, and the number of waves, even the heroes with outstanding skills will be among them. Drink hate.

The only way to conquer it is to use huge power to wipe it out in one breath.

But due to the characteristics of the Sea of ​​Chaos, even if they are killed, these monsters will be quickly recycled into Nero's body and recreated.

Even if you want to ignore these factors and directly attack the main body in another way, it will not be effective.

Because Nero had given up on himself and became a large group of six hundred and sixty-six beast factors.

Although this does not give him the ability to store countless lives in the river of death to replace death like Accardo, but if he cannot destroy these 666 lives in an instant, he will continue to resurrection.

Even with the ultimate future vision such as the Demonic Eye of Direct Death, if it does not reach the level of special attack on creatures like Tohno Shiki, who can already see the dead center, the two rituals will be exhausted in the battle.

Even if someone like Elquet is obviously stronger than him, it will be difficult to kill him completely without releasing his power. So in the reset version of the world line, even the creator feels that it would be too much to end him here. It was a waste, and a special trip was made to change the candidate.

That’s why Nero Kaos was called the ‘Immortal Chaos’ in awe by many Dead Apostles.

"It's really unsightly..."

Roland said softly.

Although the roars and roars of the beasts were endless, he still had a disapproving expression, and even smiled contemptuously.

"Although he is a bastard worth mentioning, but at this level, my evaluation as the prototype will be lowered."

"snort--"

Nero let out an anxious snort.

His proud achievements were ridiculed wantonly. For him who devoted everything to the proposition of chaos, it was no less than smashing the work put together by the opponent in front of the Jiao guy, and tearing off the trump card he had fought for many years in front of the Pai guy. Card deck.

But just because he was an imitator, he was naturally weaker in front of his true master, and could not even talk back.

Therefore, Nero could only suppress his unhappiness and pour all his anger and murderous intent into the beasts.

Suddenly, the Warcraft Legion surrounding the Chaos Tide accelerated again, opened its bloody mouth, and let out a deafening roar that seemed to tear the sky apart.

They opened their bloody mouths, as if they were going to tear the tiny figure in front of them into pieces in the next second.

"You seem very unconvinced. In that case, let me demonstrate it to you."

However, even though the distance was so close that even the fangs protruding from the monster's mouth were clearly visible, Roland still remained unmoved.

"Look carefully, the so-called black mud...is used like this."

He stared at the approaching herd of beasts and snapped his fingers casually.

This action seemed to be waiting for something.

Sure enough, at the same time as the crisp sound fell, the beasts' forward movement stopped abruptly.

Their whole bodies were shaking from the inside out, swaying as if they were drunk, and there were ripples on the surface like water waves.

Regardless of race or appearance, regardless of scales or fur, spider web-like cracks all appeared.

Then, when cracks spread all over the body, those gullies will suddenly expand, burst, and then spread rapidly, with hot mud flowing out of them.

One spreads to ten, and ten spreads to a hundred.

Without even a moment's effort, starting from the few monsters closest to Roland, like the spore organs in science fiction works, the entire herd turned into black liquid in the hot black mud.

They were entangled with each other, so much so that the tide of chaos enveloping the beasts was ignited by the temperature of the black mud, rising into twisted and terrifying flames.

"That's...a collection of karmic sins..."

The ancestor of the Dead Apostles' dynamic vision allowed Nero to keenly identify the source of the anomaly.

It is also based on the form of the beast of the apocalypse. The black mud he can touch is just the kind of chaos that has no legs, eyes, or appearance, so it has no fixed form and can evolve into anything. It is a foundation that can be freely recycled and remade. form.

But when used by Roland, this property becomes an evil thing that can directly give life to the opponent and change its form because it does not exist.

Unless you are not infected with the dark side of original sin, even a heroic spirit will be infected and subject to the control of the other party.

What he was proud of in the past, using multiple personalities to independently control the minds of different individuals, has become his biggest weakness at this moment.

This form of separate yet unified manipulation not only weakens the mental defense, but also causes the entire group to crash when an extension is infected.

"Didn't I warn you before? The purity of the ancestor of the Dead Apostles is too low."

Roland smiled slightly.

There is no mistake in every song, one post, one content, one 6 one, one book, one book, take a look!

"So what if you upgrade from a beast to a Warcraft? This level of mystery is just to bully modern magicians. For me, it has no effect."

"Originally, I thought that seizing the black dog in advance would help you learn to be smarter, but I didn't expect that I would give it away immediately."

"Bastard, have you played too many games in the modern fish pond bureau and have slacked off, or have you finally realized that your greatest value is to please me? If it is the latter, it is worthy of praise. I want to give you a painless life. death?"

"Stop joking! Beast of Apocalypse!"

Hearing such bitter sarcasm, although Nero had long since abandoned all unnecessary emotions, ferocious anger still echoed in his chest.

If he was humiliated like this by others, even Arquette would not feel any fluctuation in his heart.

But Roland is different.

If the proposition pursued by Nero Kaos is a thesis, then the data of the mentor Six Beasts is one of the foundations for his establishment.

Being ridiculed by such an idol-like being for the worthlessness of the works he has worked so far on. For Nero, who has lost even his personality and is only left with obsession, this behavior is no different from the ultimate insult.

"I want you to understand the consequences of underestimating me! My research is the truth of this world! It is an existence that is above this era and equal to you!"

At this moment, Nero Kaos seemed to have forgotten everything, roaring and tearing open his chest.

The next moment, like layers of dark clouds, an endless black tide continued to gush out from the crack and spread out.

"Wait...you don't want to..."

Roland blinked, his eyes a little subtle.

But Nero ignored him at all, and his whole body had melted into the crawling chaos.

In other words, he has turned into chaos itself.

That frightening posture, like black sludge, like tar, seeming to swallow up everything, like a bottomless abyss leading to another world, is his truest appearance.

Within a moment, these amorphous bodies gathered together, and the beasts and black mud were mixed together before the tide covered them all, and wrapped them together, forming a pus-like film.

Like eyes, densely packed bubbles were constantly forming and decomposing on the surface of the film, shimmering with flames.

It's a completely nightmarish scene.

"Click——"

Before he finished speaking, as if to refute his words, the dark film was suddenly torn open by a pair of huge claws.

Today, Nero Kaos has become a specious, muscular monster like a werewolf.

This is his final trump card.

The beasts released from the Beast King's Nest are just combinations and mutations of different factors. If all the beast factors in the body are concentrated on the main body, he can become a fantasy species that can compete with the dragon species.

However, because the strength of such an individual is not irreparable compared to the group, and in this form, it is not convenient to separate into other individuals at any time to hunt and restore vitality, so it is not often used.

"You underestimate me too much, Roland."

Nero Kaos raised his paw, feeling a completely different power from the past, and let out an excited shout.

"Do you think that after polluting my herd with the black mud of karmic sin, I won't dare to recycle them into my body?"

"Fifty years from now, when my personality has been completely assimilated, this move will indeed be a wonderful one. As long as I dare to do this, the many inverted personalities will fight and kill each other, thus making my existence Completely disappear, truly become a group of chaos that only fights among themselves and follows instinct."

"But for me now, whose obsession has not completely disappeared, this is exactly the nourishment and motivation I seek!"

Nero Kaos raised his head high and shouted proudly.

"In order to survive, the desire to survive was reversed by the black mud, and the beasts really began to transform into a large herd. All of this will only become the last piece of the puzzle that completes me!"

"As expected..."

Staring at the dark monster in front of him, Roland didn't feel any nervousness, but instead sighed helplessly.

"You committed suicide."

"?!"

Such indifferent words caused a hint of anger to appear on Nero's expression.

"Don't you understand yet? Different from before, I am no longer the ugly person I used to be!"

"Even if that black mud is nothing to you, it is still part of your power. I, who built my body with them, am already the person closest to chaos in this era!"

He stared at Roland, opened his mouth and roared angrily.

"Given time, it is not impossible for me to really recreate the original sea of ​​life..."

"Of course I know."

Roland interrupted Nero's roar and said slowly.

"Rather, it is precisely because I know this that I conclude that you have committed suicide."

He raised his finger to his lips.

"Listen, mother is already singing."

"ha?!"

Such inappropriate words made Nero stunned for a moment, thinking that Roland was playing a trick on him again.

However, the next moment, his face changed.

"What is that..."

The moment this question came out, Nero already had the answer in his heart.

——Singing.

A woman's singing.

For a moment, Nero Chaos's ears were only filled with the ethereal voice that kept repeating and echoing.

It was a sad, gentle, and peaceful song.

"——AAaaaaaaaaaaa"

Although none of the syllables had linguistic meaning, for some reason, the vampire fully understood the meaning.

...Someone had moved her cub without permission.

So, now she was... very angry.