And at this moment, the old assassin who was melting suddenly raised his head.
At that moment, a strong premonition of death hit my heart. It was like wearing thin clothes, and a cold wind blew up with the heavy rain.
He looked up in the direction of the crisis, but saw an extremely sacred and brilliant buck.
That's exactly-Evas.
His appearance was like Aivas, but he looked more majestic. His face had a little black and golden pattern, and he looked like a barbaric sacrificial priest.
He was still wearing the cardinal's black robe, and his expanded muscles filled the loose black robe completely like a tights.
He had extremely huge antlers on his head. One of them was as majestic as a long halberd, while the other seemed to have been cut off before, which was only half smaller than the other. These antlers exuded a warm luster like white jade with vague black and gold auspicious cloud patterns on it.
The sin thorn fell from Evas's back to the ground, covering his body like a cloak woven by thorns.
As the bucks moved forward, the surroundings became brighter.
It was like a new sun running on the ground, the boiling heat and the mighty light of the midsummer sun blurred everything around. On the contrary, the stag itself looked a little black in the glow, just like the heart of a candle.
"That's...what?"
"Thomas" murmured.
Of course he could recognize Aivas' face - as a top assassin, he would not forget the appearance of his target. Even if the other party put on makeup and disguise, he could directly recognize the other party's true identity.
However, this sacred and brilliant posture...
For a moment, Thomas felt a little unacceptable. Perhaps it was because of the price paid by "The Miscellaneous White Rainbow" that his already aging brain was completely unable to think... He always felt that something was wrong, but he was not sure where the problem was.
But at this moment, his tempered body launched an attack before thinking—
Time stagnates again.
Avas's sense of time is infinitely extended.
At this moment, he clearly saw that the old Thomas, who had almost turned into mud, was burning with an illusory silver-white fire, and a rainbow light with a brilliant silver shell that was as bright as silver rose straight from his body and rose to the sky!
However, this time, it failed to penetrate the sun. It can even be said that... it deviated too far.
Because of insufficient determination, the price you can pay is not enough.
The next moment, time returns to pass again.
The previous stagnation became a reminder. Aivas immediately turned around and jumped up, just avoiding the four God-killing arrows that were shot out one after another.
And Evas opened his right hand at the same time—
This is the new ability he has obtained when he was shot into three arrows and black patterns appeared on his body:
[The current conversion rate is 60%: Sisun Beast can condense light or fire into a wooden part of a long bow, a short bow, a spear, and a giant sword, turning sin thorn into steel]
Combined with the previously obtained, the ability to make the sin thorn into an indestructible sacred weapon, and gain toughness, sharpness, and penetration characteristics... Avas already knows how to correctly use the power of the sin beast.
As the sacred flames ignited, the golden-red flame condensed into a longbow in Aivas's right hand.
And the slender golden light turns into strings.
He did not shoot the arrow, but just pulled it away. In the instantaneous long bow, a black sin thorn that grew from the palm of Evas's right hand twisted itself and turned into a spiral arrow.
Aivas easily handled.
The spiral arrow buzzed and flew out.
Like a hornet attacking on the face, it was melting with the shooting of arrows... Thomas, who fell into a certain inhuman posture, was instantly penetrated by the arrow of sin thorns in his chest!
The power of sin thorn spreads in his body in an instant.
The sin thorns nailed into the body absorbed the power of the Tao and grew rapidly. The black thorns penetrated the flesh and grew out of the body. And absorbed the sins in his soul, and white flowers grew out of the thorns - it was the worries-free lily that could make "wash some water" and completely cleanse a humanitarian level.
The old man's raised muzzle was hanging down weakly, and then his arms were swallowed by the activated sin thorns... These sin thorns bit his body like mad dogs, allowing his flesh and blood to melt quickly as if they fell into a millstone.
At this moment, Aivas suddenly realized something.
Why can the "jujubes" grown from sin thorns be used to treat the oxidative disease caused by slanting paths in the evening? Why can the worries-free lily grown from sin thorns of Qihui make a [regret medicine] that dissolves a humanitarian path level...
——Because that is the ability to belong to the path of nothingness!
It is precisely because it eliminates the power of the Source River that the excess power of the dusk road is eliminated, and the level of the extraordinary is washed away...
At this time, the old man's pupils also returned to Qingming in an instant.
There is no impact on the mind of the surplus power of the Taoist path... there is no unsatisfied fire of love and hate, no urge to burn oneself to give, no madness that will survive no matter what, no perverted engraving heart - Thomas instantly realized what he had done wrong:
His grandfather was right, he was never a pure Siriac, nor a qualified assassin.
Because he didn't have that strong sense of dedication at all.
In fact, he never understood the assassin spirit and just made himself "adapt to" this need.
Just as the assassins learned to stealth the shadows of the deteriorated version by imitating the Shadow Demon... He also learned to devote the deteriorated version by imitating the grandfather.
He built a "perfect Thomas" in his heart, and then imitated what he did... It was precisely because of the hollowness in his heart, because he had no ideals, that he could turn into any form... In the end, he adapted to a higher level than his family, and became the only assassin who came into contact with the ceiling of the sixth level.
Stealing scales and feathers...
He finally understood why the Lord of Scale Feathers was the pillar god who adapted to the Taoist path.
It is precisely because there is nothing that can "adapt" to the power of other paths.
But in this way, he obtained the power of other paths... but was bewitched by the way of the way brought about by the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way of the way
In a trance, the old man seemed to see the Lord of Scale Feather waved to him - even though he didn't know the Lord of Scale Feather at all, he just felt that the person standing in front of him was the Lord of Scale Feather.
However, he no longer had the chance to enter the dream world.
It was too late to be glad that Aivas was not dead, and everything was still in time.
Master Thomas, who finally recovered from his awakening moment before his death, had no time to express his last insight, and his body and soul were swallowed up by the crazy sin thorns:
"Be careful of the power of the way of Tao! It will confuse people's hearts-"
His soul was completely melted by the sin thorns, and he had no experience of becoming Evas. Just like Professor Moriarty.
Aivas first comforted the terrified people with his glow, and told them not to run around to avoid stampede.
He looked at the thorns of sin on the ground with complicated expressions that had recovered from peace, and replied in a low voice: "Ah, I've known this kind of thing for a long time."
He looked at the sin thorns in silence and tried to devour them. After taking a bite, he found that the taste was OK, so Evas slowly swallowed up all the remaining sin thorns.
After all, putting them here will only devour other people you come into contact with. Only the body of the sin beast can safely accommodate these dangerous sin thorns.
Si Zhu... did this too? Such an idea suddenly appeared in Aihuas's mind.
The good news is that the conversion rate has indeed increased, but not a lot. It is only over 3%... and has brought Avas' conversion rate to 63%.
This means that the old man does not have any unforgivable sins. At his age, the sin thorns transformed with his soul are only one-nineth of Professor Moriarty's.
He didn't know what complex psychological activities had flowed through Thomas's mind at that moment.
But he could know that Thomas was being soaked and attacked by the power of the dusk... and his warning to Aivas in the end - although it was useless, just as the message he had with his granddaughter, and was lagging behind the version for a long time.
Although people are about to die, they are good at speaking...but such fragmented behaviors and words seem to prove that he was bewitched by some kind of "thought".
——Spend into the mind, make people believe that what they do is right, and thus quietly reverse the will of others.
Not many people will doubt fairly and objectively, and torture themselves. Not many people can stay awake forever.
The whisper of nothingness...
Is it because of the progress of the weft ring that the power of the wall of balance has become weaker?
Aivas clearly realized that the power of the Tenth Source River is infiltrating into the material world. In the past decade, there was a rare case of "non-invasion" that occurred, and now several cases can occur in a week...
"What are you going to do, Ah Huan..."
Aivas, who had a strange black mark on his antlers, whispered to the sun in a low voice.
However, Thomas, who was bewitched by nothingness, reminded him of it.
He needed a mirror to remind himself whether this was done right, whether it was too much... and whether he was still the original self.
For example...his lover, Isabel.
Chapter completed!