Chapter 1745 The Last Battle-Side B

Time and space are torn apart.

Even though it has declined for more than nine thousand years, and even though it has suffered a loss in the process of splitting the planet, the power of the True God is still terrifying. It has been dormant in this world made up of fragments of fragmented history, and has never been truly solidified. , and when the divine power from the same source resonates with it, all the energy it has accumulated will burst out in the blink of an eye.

The pale crack across the space-time structure suddenly expanded and twisted into various terrifying shapes. The tiny cracks around the crack seemed to come alive and began to spread in all directions. Wherever the crack went, no matter it was matter, Still energy, and even space itself were immediately annihilated and shattered, turning into the most basic information elements. This already chaotic space became even more chaotic under the raging power of the divine storm. Storms tens of kilometers high were rolled up in the endless sea of ​​clouds. The little aftermath of the rushing divine power was created in these storms. Billions of thunder and lightning burst out, and in the face of such terrifying power, the spreading and rising space-time structure finally stopped growing for the first time.

Hao Ren could observe with the naked eye that a large area of ​​​​"collapse" appeared on the edge of the battlefield. Countless super-massive gravity sources seemed to appear out of thin air in the space there. Where the divine storm swept, the light bent and stacked unnaturally. They stood up, forming all kinds of bizarre curtains, and within the curtain, you could see a large number of Gorgon starships contaminated by the power of madness, as well as spaceships, soldiers, and buildings from other eras, all disintegrating.

"The space-time structure stopped growing and entered the disintegration stage..." The auxiliary AI had no emotion and only reported the information it collected bluntly, "The intensity of the divine storm is declining at a high speed, and it is expected to cross the equilibrium point in three minutes..."

Of course, it is impossible to destroy everything here once and for all with the aftermath of Leah's divine power left in this layer of time and space, but for Hao Ren, this level of boom is enough.

The raging divine power swept away everything on the edge of the battlefield, not only preventing the continued growth of the space-time structure, but also suppressing the "rising" speed of those corrupted ancient fleets.

"The time has come to attack!" Salaman's voice roared in the command system of the Guardian Fleet, "For mother! For all living beings!"

"For mother, for all living beings!"

The Guardian fleet, which had been suppressed and retreated continuously, burst out with all its fury. Countless high-energy beams and missiles were sprinkled on the corrupted reverberations that had survived the divine shock wave. The chaotic sea of ​​red clouds was suddenly ignited by the flames of war.

The drone legion also completed a new round of charging of the annihilation spear. As the firing command was issued, hundreds of dazzling white beams burst out from the legion's position, piercing the endless sea of ​​chaotic clouds and slowly moving around. The battlefield was cut with lines of space cracking.

The space above the battlefield curled up, presenting a false starry sky. Those mutated, huge, and crazy stars were nightmarish memories of the demise of the universe. Under the subsequent influence of the divine shock wave, they swayed, trembled, and then fell one after another.

And below the battlefield, the endless sea of ​​clouds was finally opened with cracks: after the stability of the space-time structure was reduced to the extreme, and the resonance of divine power reached the extreme, the barrier that divided the world was no longer stable, and the deep world and A small and short-lived passage appeared in the surface world. Hao Ren looked at the picture from the external monitor. He saw the clouds and mountains of Lahirion, the land covered by war, and a black city. An approaching army army.

…

The heavy rain subsided slightly, but never stopped.

Fighting in heavy rain is not a wise move. If faced with normal enemies on a normal battlefield, a normal commander would never choose to attack a strong city in heavy rain.

However, Constance knew that she had no choice and the world had no choice.

The heavy rain will never stop. It is not a natural phenomenon, but a manifestation of the world going crazy. There is only one chance to stand in front of the nest of the power of "Annihilation" and launch a direct attack on it. once.

This is the only opportunity in countless time annihilations, era alternations, and annihilation cycles, from the beginning of the first era until today.

A dying corrupt monster roared out of the rain. Its hideous and ugly face had no human features at all, and there was no trace of human limbs on its body. Only a piece of hair hanging on its outer skin could be seen. Dots of metal fragments indicate that it may have been a Black Sword Knight or a member of the Imperial Corps.

Constance raised her hand and swung her sword. The powerful magic power focused on the blade, bursting out with a power even more powerful than the light blade of the Knight of the Broken Sword. The monster was split in half with a sword before it could jump in front of her, and fell into the rain. Turned into smoke and dust all over the sky.

"Keep moving! Guard the flanks! Flatten all obstructions—including every residence you see!"

"Monsters can come from anywhere!"

The roars of the team commanders were heard in the distance, and their voices penetrated the rain curtains. The bursts of gunfire and explosions that rang out from time to time oscillated in the air with shock ripples visible to the naked eye. The ancient houses in the imperial capital were burned to the ground. The cannons were destroyed, and the city sculptures and towers full of history and glory also collapsed under the bombardment of battlefield magic, and those that fell were all things that Constance had grown up watching.

Today, within this day, they will all disappear.

Those giants were just outside the city, looking at the battlefield from a distance with the "little girl" they were loyal to - as if they were adhering to some ancient creed and watching the battle with a ritual solemnity. .

The soldiers had no questions or complaints about this.

Another monster was cut in half by Constance, and she released a bolt of lightning from her other hand, saving a northern warrior who fell to the ground due to unsteady steps.

She stared at the city in front of her that was slowly being destroyed in the flames of war, and the words Leah said to her seemed to appear in her mind again.

"Do you know the truth about this world? The truth about reincarnation...

"They are not a curse, nor the malice of this world, but the only legacy left to you by the ancestors' civilization. They are the only hope they snatched from the mouths of doomsday and disaster after paying a huge price.

"While you were fighting, fighting was also breaking out on another battlefield..."

A loud rumble came from the sky, and even the never-ending rainstorm seemed to have weakened a bit at that moment. The soldiers exclaimed, and Constance couldn't help but look up.

She saw the clouds split, and a chaotic, filthy time and space appeared in the sky. Countless warships were fighting in that time and space.

This time, she did not see the scene of another world through the resonance of divine power, but the two worlds interacted due to the tearing of time and space. Therefore, not only she could see the vision in the sky, but also ordinary soldiers.

"Don't worry about the sky!" she shouted loudly, and the voice blessed by magic resounded throughout the battlefield, "keep moving forward!"

"Keep going!" "Keep going!"

Commanders at all levels quickly maintained order, but Leah's slightly pitiful face seemed to appear in front of Constance's eyes.

She heard Leah's voice ringing in her mind again: "...But, Constance, do you know? You are not a real inheritor, or in other words, you are not a normal inheritor..."

She almost instinctively raised her hand and swung her sword, blocking the attack of a dark claw.

"After knowing that you can jump between a dozen clones in a way similar to the way the Knight of the Black Sword transfers consciousness, I became a little interested in you, and we know about your unusual birth method-you were born in You were brought out of a lava lake by Emperor Berrentine more than two hundred years ago. You neither have normal parents like the short-lived inheritors, nor do you come from ancient times like the long-lived inheritors..."

The monster with pitch-black claws fell. In the heavy rain, his body quickly rose and dissipated, and his face returned to a human appearance at the last moment. It was an ordinary-looking man, an unknown person. Imperial soldiers.

He even smiled at Constance, with admiration in his smile.

Just like the expressions shown by many imperial soldiers and knights when they meet the princess - although they will always try to hide it, Constance can always find it first.

Constance raised her head and saw that the palace had appeared in front of her. It was the place where she was born and raised. Looking at the familiar high walls and spiers, she found that her mood was calmer than expected.

The soldiers around him were all injured, and less than half of the Broken Sword Knights who rushed into the city with him were left. A large number of soldiers formed a defense line at the rear to resist the monsters that kept coming back. In the water curtain, those figures seemed extremely distant.

Most of the soldiers who fell along the way killed themselves - after being injured by Annihilation's minions, or falling behind due to exhaustion, almost all soldiers would kill themselves. They would activate the rune stones they carried and blow themselves to pieces.

This way, the number of enemies will not increase.

The door of the palace was open, and it was strangely quiet inside. Mutated monsters could be seen everywhere in other parts of the city, but here where the source of annihilation was entrenched, everything was as quiet as a pure land.

Constance took a deep breath, and the voice that sounded a little childish but inexplicably trusting and reassuring sounded in her mind again: "Constance, I checked your soul - without you noticing, Time to check. Do you know why you can transfer consciousness between a dozen clones so easily without any discomfort or delay?

"Because your soul is artificial."

Charlemagne walked over through the rain curtain, steaming from his body, holding the world-famous Ys Holy Sword "Fire Sun" in his hand. He looked at Constance, his face was more calm than before: "There seems to be something weird inside, we can first..."

Constance waved her hand to interrupt the other party: "I'll go first, and the others will follow me."

Without any doubt or hesitation, Charlemagne immediately began to rectify his soldiers. The Knights of the Broken Sword and the Northern Warriors also gathered one after another to form a marching defensive array behind Constance and on both wings.

“Constance, your soul is made up of a large number of fragments and memories. Those memories are what you know as ‘inherited knowledge’, and the fragments that make up your soul should come from those true inheritors.

The palace is eerily quiet. When you walk through the gate, you feel like you have entered another world. There are no monsters here, and no traces of blood or battle can be seen, but everyone can feel the dark and terrifying power. Just stay here.

In every corridor, behind every door, under every light, there are ominous dark shadows floating.

"If our guess is correct, Constance, the person who created your soul should be your father, and the lava lake where you were born was probably done by Berendine to erase the traces, and he did this The purpose... I'm afraid it's because he is the only true inheritor left.

"He created you, gave you the knowledge that a successor should have, and told you the mission of a successor, but your memories of reincarnation are actually false. The time you were really born was two hundred years ago, and what you really experienced The life I have lived... is only two hundred years.

Stepping into the main hall unobstructed, Constance saw the figure sitting on the throne. Just as in her memory, he was sitting on the throne, but he was still wearing a full set of armor, and even his face was hidden under the heavy armor. Under the visor.

Apart from this, there are no guards or officials in the hall.

The Dragon Soul Emperor Berunding was sitting there alone. Before Constance and her warriors arrived, he was the only one in the entire palace, just like his identity in this world - the only and last one. inheritor.

He is also the loneliest emperor in this era.

As the carrier of the power of annihilation in this era and the source of all mutant monsters, Berendine does not seem to have any visible mutations. At least his armor makes him look like a human. .

But everyone still couldn't help but clenched their weapons - because from that dark and deep armor, there was an aura of extreme madness and depression that was more terrifying than any monster before.

Constance stared at the throne quietly, knowing that her father was no longer there, and that the armor contained only hollowness and madness.

As she watched, the armor-covered figure slowly stood up, and "it" stepped down from the throne step by step. The steel friction made a hoarse and unpleasant sound, and the sound coming from the armor was louder than The friction of steel was even more harsh and terrifying: "Ah, you are here, my dearest daughter... why are you here?"

Constance raised her sword slightly and walked towards the monster: "Be crowned king."