Chapter 115 Warrior

"attack!"

Hearing the Chief's words, Derrick froze for a moment, then instinctively opened his arms.

During this process, his vision suddenly blurred, and an extremely suppressed, extremely low voice came from his throat.

A ball of light covered with sacred flames descended out of nowhere, engulfing the figures of "Dark Angel" Saslier and Colin Iliad at the same time.

Before the rays of light exploded, Derrick pulled his arm back and condensed a white and pure "darkless gun" in his palm.

In the crackling sound, the spear of light passed through the sacred flame and accurately hit the head of the evil spirit.

The brilliant, dazzling rays of light burst open and completely covered the area. Even Klein, who was restraining his crazy thoughts, couldn't dodge because he was too close. He couldn't help but closed his eyes and twisted his face. Another "Insect of Spirit" is evaporating, and it feels that the connection between the "blasphemy slate" and the erosive power of the "true creator" has not been fully established, and it has been purified a lot.

At the place where the sun seemed to rise, the figure of "Dark Angel" Saslier faintly appeared, twisting and swaying in the blazing white brilliance and sacred flame, faded and melted.

Then, the shadows covering the walls, stone pillars and floor tiles began to disintegrate, revealing inch after inch of orange-red brilliance.

This palace, which is hidden in the residence of the King of Giants, and coexists with the real world, finally lost the power to continue to maintain, and no longer cuts off the influence of the outside world.

This also means that the special evil spirit that has lost contact with the "Chaos Sea" has truly been purified.

Just when the Shadow Palace began to collapse but was not completely disintegrated, an invisible force finally penetrated the barrier and descended a little, causing the activation of the eroded parts gathered together in Klein's body to suddenly intensify!

They protruded from Klein's chest and turned into a mass of dark flesh.

This flesh and blood broke away from Klein's body immediately, cut off all invisible connections with him, and quickly wriggled and grew, turning into a giant hand of shadow, following the illusory "light" between itself and the first "blasphemous slate" "Grabs the item.

At the same time, in the dream world of "Relics of the Battle of the Gods", in front of the projection of the giant king's residence.

Wearing a soft pointed hat and a classic black robe, Amon sat on the tall gray-white handrail, with his back facing the orange-red road separating the sea of ​​clouds, leisurely looking at the gray-blue gate covered with golden nails, waiting for a long time.

Suddenly, he straightened the monocle on his right eye, easily jumped off the railing, and came to the projected door of the King of Giants residence.

"The power of the 'Sea of ​​Chaos' has begun to subside, and you can use that bug to enter directly..." Amon said with a smile, stretched out his right hand, and pressed it on the projection of the gate.

His figure softened immediately, lost its real sense, and "flowed" into the door like light.

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Backlund, somewhere on the battlefield.

With short blond-brown hair and dark green eyes, Crestai Cesima knelt on one knee on the ground and inserted a pure white bone sword less than one meter in front of her to support herself.

There are holes in his body with blackened edges and cracks through his body, and his teeth have protruded one by one and become sharp, like a beast.

The senior deacon of the Nighthawk, whose consciousness was beginning to blur, took his eyes off the weakened enemy not far away with difficulty, and turned to the sky.

The orange twilight has partially invaded the deep night.

Crestai Thesima tried hard to pull out the bone sword, stood up to fight, and performed the last duty of a night watchman, but his arms were shaking violently, and his breathing had become weak.

In the astral world, there is an endless darkness filled with moonflowers, night herbs and other plants.

Suddenly, one after another orange light shone into the country, making some areas return to dusk, causing flowers and plants to wither one after another, and are about to wither.

In the lonely twilight, a huge figure like a mountain came out. He had long limbs and wore a silver armor full of dilapidated feeling. His face was covered by the visor, and only a faint orange light appeared.

He held an exaggerated long sword in his hand, letting the tip sag naturally, touching the dark "ground".

As the terrifying giant walked forward step by step, the long sword continued to drag in the darkness, causing the ground to split and the dusk solidified.

In the depths of the darkness, an equally large figure floated out dragging a long scythe.

He was wearing a layered but uncomplicated long black dress, embellished with countless bright lights, like the stars in the night.

Between his ribs and his waist, two arms grew out of each, and the surface was covered with dark short hair.

In his six hands, two held the heavy black scythe, two held a crimson "moon", one was empty, and the other held an ancient gold-like ornament.

The shape of the ornament was a slender bird, surrounded by wings of pale flames. Inside its bronze eyes, the rays of light were layered upon layers, as if forming an illusory door after another.

For such a scene, the giant was not surprised at all, and the step forward was getting faster and faster, gradually approaching the charge.

The long sword that He dragged in the darkness and dusk rubbed against the surroundings, sparking a little bit of clear morning light.

At this time, the moon flowers and night herbs on the other side suddenly increased and grew wildly. They soon became equivalent to the trees that had survived for thousands of years in the virgin forest. They were densely packed and covered the "sky".

Among these trees, a figure entwined with dark green vines and decorated with various herbs and flowers stood out.

He is also as huge as a mountain, with a plump figure, a flowing dress, and an illusory baby in his arms.

As soon as the figure came, it followed the giant at dusk, half-floating and half-enclave approaching the humanoid demon wolf dragging the pitch-black scythe.

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In the palace where the shadow was gradually disintegrating, although the eroded part detached itself, so that Klein no longer had to worry about the hidden dangers in this area, but this was equivalent to directly cutting away many of his living "insects of spirit", so he couldn't help it. With a low inhalation sound, transparent and twisted worms with mysterious patterns crawled out of the twisted face. The spirit was like being thrown into a lake of boulders, and it was difficult to calm down for a while.

At this moment, a familiar figure appeared in his eyes, which were covered in blood due to the pain.

It was Amon the "Angel of Time" wearing a monocle and a pointed soft hat.

Amon smiled at him, so frightened that he would change his mind on the spot and return directly to "Origin Castle".

Although this is a bit sorry for Derrick the Sun, Klein feels that he has reached the "Origin Castle". With the power of the angel level, he has the opportunity to save the other party. After all, the influence of the outside world can already be exerted here.

But after a flash, the "Angel of Time" turned his attention to the gray-white "blasphemy slate" and to the giant shadow hand that was growing stronger as the "Sleeping Land" collapsed.

Amon immediately raised his right hand and adjusted the monocle on his lower right eye.

The monocle made of crystal suddenly became dark, as if it was a mixture of countless colors, which was difficult to describe in detail.

In front of Amon, an illusory, terrifying, slightly rippling deep "ocean" appeared.

This "blasphemer" released some kind of power or cohesive force that he had stolen from nowhere and at some point in time!

The "blasphemy slate" suddenly vibrated and made a humming sound, as if it had come to life.

It broke free from the unsteady illusory "light" that remained between it and the giant hand of shadow, and threw it towards Amon!

Seeing Klein, who had just recovered from the pain due to fear, narrowed his eyes and couldn't believe his own eyes.

The first "Slate of Blasphemy" did not choose the "True Creator" of the "Hanged Man" pathway, but went to the "Angel of Time" of the "Thief" pathway!

After being stunned for a moment, Klein vaguely understood the whole story:

Amon's body has wandered in the Land Abandoned by God for thousands of years, entered Chernobyl, and searched for the history before the Second Epoch or even the First Epoch. Dangerous research, "stealing" something special, at this time, He just uses this special release to attract "blasphemy slate".

To put it simply, the King of Angels has been preparing for this for a long time, and the "True Creator" has not yet fully arrived, and must wait for the "Sleeping Land" of the "Dark Angel" to completely collapse.

But the question is, why did Amon steal the first "blasphemy slate"? It's useless for him to bring it... He can't switch to the "spectator", "reader", "tyrant", "sun" and "hanged man" pathways at all! Is it just for fun? When the gods and the elder brothers were plotting this "blasphemy slate", they suddenly intervened, stole it and ran away? But for Him, isn't it more important to catch me? Confused by Amon's purpose, Klein quietly backed away, opened his eyes wide, and peeked hard at the surface of the gray-white slate, trying to write down the potion formula he needed.

"Sequence 1: Servant of Mysteries..." As soon as the corresponding words appeared in his eyes, Amon stretched out his left hand and grabbed the "blasphemy slate", then turned his body abruptly and pressed his right hand on the Also covered with a few shades of grey-blue gates.

The figure wearing a pointed soft hat and a classical black robe immediately blurred, and went out directly through the door, disappearing.

The giant shadow hand formed by Klein's erosion part continued to collapse in the "Sleeping Land", expanding rapidly, and finally turned into a black shadow, chasing after Amon and rushing out of the closed door.

In the next second, all shadows disappeared, and an orange glow illuminated the palace where the giant king once lived.

In front of the iron-black throne, on the steps illuminated by the twilight, the figure of Colin Iliad emerged.

He was wearing tattered silver armor, revealing a face with many old scars, and sat there quietly, like a soldier who ended the last war.

His two Dawning Straight Swords had already been turned into pieces, and his breath had disappeared. However, Klein could feel that his will and spirit still remained, and he was reluctant to disperse like this.

Derrick, who was under the steps, saw this scene, his eyes were red, and he ran close, stumbling, not like a demigod.

He quickly squatted beside Colin Iliad and shouted in a low voice:

"chief……"