Chapter 260 Do you know him? Mission, Bai Mu Ming Crow (please vote)

Exquisite and luxurious palace throne armor high above

A large number of broken memories, like shells rolled up by the waves, appeared densely in front of Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan felt as if he had become a "king".

Sitting on a high throne, countless shadowy figures knelt at his feet, and people kept coming up to kiss his feet.

This unprecedented experience made him strange and novel.

But he reacted quickly.

"Oh, this is the memory of the king of pretense."

The memory fragments belonging to the monarch of the ancient Brent Kingdom are also the last link in the main plot of the Mourning Ruins.

The final truth of this disaster is about to be revealed to him.

The king of pretense is definitely the one Lu Yuan has absorbed and the one who retains the most memories of his life.

Occasionally, there are also some other people's perspectives mixed in.

This part of the memory most likely belongs to the three saints of the ancient Brunt Kingdom who took the initiative to "sacrifice" themselves before.

The fiercest battle is over.

Without the sense of urgency pressing on his nerves, Lu Yuan calmed down.

It's like accidentally digging out a dusty old book in an old attic, brushing off the cobwebs, putting it on your knees, and reading it slowly.

Of course, as always.

Almost all the images of the Holy Light Religion in this memory have been erased.

Lu Yuan still couldn't see the face and appearance of the Holy Light Sect goddess.

But I accidentally learned the name of the "King of Pretender" - Joe Cruz.

"Why do these people only retain the memories of their lives, but not the memories after being assimilated by the death energy?"

Lu Yuan suddenly thought of this.

In fact, this part of the memory is more important to him.

He was not interested in the original appearance and origin of the Holy Light Religion, but he was more interested in the Crow God who led all of this.

"The memories during life remain in the decaying body, and the memories after death return to the underworld with the soul."

This sentence popped up in Lu Yuan's mind for no reason, and he couldn't help but mutter: "Is that so?"

He continued to read.

He quickly turned to the last page of the incomplete old book

In the palace of blood and fire.

An old man wearing a gorgeous platinum robe with white hair and beard looked at "himself" angrily.

"Jo Cruz! You have turned your back on the Light!"

"Whoosh!"

Under the swaying torch light, an icy cold light flashed across.

An old head with disbelief written all over his face rolled to the ground.

The bloody sword drooped slightly.

"Lu Yuan" looked at the head at his feet and said softly: "It was the Holy Light that abandoned us."

Turning around, five figures looked at him with complicated expressions.

"Your Majesty, how will we resist next?"

One person spoke in a low voice.

"Resist?"

"Lu Yuan" laughed at himself, casually returned the long sword to the scabbard, exhaled for a long time and said: "Surrender."

The five people were stunned.

"Lu Yuan" didn't pay attention to their eyes, but cast his gaze into the distance.

This is at night.

But as far as the horizon of "Lu Yuan" can be seen, there is a darkness that is deeper and thicker than the night, which is constantly spreading towards this side.

In the darkness, the outline of a huge thing seemed to gradually emerge.

"Lu Yuan" stared at the getting closer and closer darkness, his eyes showed a bit of loss, and he murmured: "When the meteorite fell, we did not get any guidance from the gods we believe in.

He has abandoned us and all the people of Brent.

Our piety and faith are nothing before Him.”

"Change the door. Maybe"

"Lu Yuan" suddenly laughed and took a step forward, getting closer to the sweeping darkness.

"One day, we will have the opportunity to stand before Him and ask why all of this is happening?"

As he said this, "Lu Yuan" laughed wildly with a desperate madness, and opened his arms in the face of the darkness that was so close that seemed to swallow everything up, making a hugging gesture.

cried out: "Praise be to death!"

"boom!"

The last scene in my memory is the scene where the king of pretentiousness Gu Brent was completely swallowed up by the black tide of death.

In the last few seconds of being swallowed up, Lu Yuan opened his eyes wide, trying to see clearly what the huge shadow hidden in the black tide of death was.

What does the underworld creature that was born from the black meteorite and ultimately reduced Ancient Brent to a kingdom of death and decay look like?

He searched hard.

Trying to let his eyes penetrate the layers of black fog and shadows and see clearly what is really inside.

finally

The road is far away and can be seen clearly.

He saw an eye, a huge eye, the eye of a huge raven.

But soon.

His heart "thumped" again.

Not one

There are many.

The eyes of many huge crows appeared in the shadows above their heads and stared at me coldly.

"Huh-huh-"

Song Cong and Su Chaohui were running in the empty and silent wilderness.

The speed of the two of them was extremely fast, just like two fleas, they jumped out an unknown distance as soon as they landed together.

Suddenly, one of the "flea" stopped.

"Grass!"

Su Zhaohui couldn't help but uttered a curse word, and while panting, he said to Song Cong beside him: "I have decided, this time the legendary secret realm is opened, I will go in with you."

Song Cong glanced at him, "Aren't you ready to retire?"

"Get your hair back!"

Su Zhaohui said depressedly: "It's too uncomfortable not to be able to fly. I also want to break through the double S!

How can running on two legs on the ground compare to others flying?

I can't even see anyone, so I don't know why the two of us are running around like this?"

Song Cong was silent for a moment and was about to speak.

At this time, seven or eight figures appeared in the distant sky, flying towards them quickly.

Song Cong and Song Cong were startled, looked at each other, and then quickly approached.

When they got closer, Han Xun and a group of flying bear generals appeared.

"grown ups."

Song Cong and the other two hurriedly saluted, and out of the corner of their eye, they saw Han Xun holding someone in his arms.

However, due to vision problems, the two of them could not see clearly and did not dare to look further.

"Um."

Han Xun saw the two of them stop and turn around to give some instructions to the flying bear generals behind them.
To be continued...