Then, push this source of evil towards the attack of Gods and use sub-light bombs.
Finally, it is the spiritual power that can be used to jump time to escape.
You are Edward, Edward Vincent, the little mercenary, the skinder, the little mage apprentice, the apprentice, the little lord, the viscount, the earl, the ancient evil creature, Pan Duorion
The holder of the king, are you the master of the kingship, or the lost soul in another world...
There was a strange voice clamoring in the corner of my heart, shouting out all my own things... But at that moment, everything in the world was blurred, and even the so-called concept of self seemed to be gone.
,
Am I going to die?
Only when facing real death can you realize that you have nothing.
Everything is only inevitable before its final annihilation. All human language, wisdom, and the horror of death are just stupid and simple games. The so-called wonderful things that life pursues, loyalty, creation, love...
...Under the power of the end, it will collapse at once. Everything is part of the fate that rolls forward. Death is like waves, all the tiny and complicated, negative factors are washed away, and only the simplest essence is settled down and can
Save...
No, I won't let you die...
It seems that someone told him this. When the thought of death passes through his consciousness.
This is a vague sound, or it is not a sound at all, but a thought, a spiritual commonality, or a more mysterious connection. It is very intimate, but very weak. It is almost impossible to detect, if
If you are not a keen sense of the spirit by the psychic warlock, you will not be able to feel the subtle signal at all.
Who is it?
"It seems that everything is over."
Before his thoughts ended, another voice said, completely submerging the tiny voice.
The psychic's heartstrings tensed, but then relaxed again.
The tense was because he recognized who the voice belonged to. The sound that echoed purely in consciousness, cold, deep, but with layered trembling sounds, was naturally Pan Duorion's.
So. Edward relaxed...not because he could relax, but because of depression, helplessness, loss, and frustration had occupied all his spirit in an instant, making him unable to relax.
However, the other party's next words made him stunned.
"Don't worry, little guy." The ancient evil creature spoke, his voice seemed to be gentle: "You won."
Win?
What did you win?
Huge divine power crushed the royal power.
The answer soon emerged in my heart - that was the purpose Edward needed to achieve. When this evil thing that was temporarily sealed, when it encountered a sudden huge divine power, it would be bombarded at an extremely high speed.
Because it is impossible to withstand that energy, it produces a change.
Broken.
Although it is sealed with ancient evil things, it is not an ancient evil thing after all.
Its original body is just a channel that maintains Pan Duorion and this multiverse, built with mutated divine power, but divine power is divine power after all. Its structure cannot reach the level of perfection and indestructibility. For divine power,
There is a limit to absorption, just like a person can drink three or four liters of water every day. But if you want to pour these three liters of water into his stomach in an instant, then he will most likely die of a stomach sac burst.
Of course. This is just a theory, and it is not an easy thing to implement it.
If Pan Duorion could be sealed by relying solely on a large amount of divine power, then this ancient evil creature would not covet the world for tens of thousands of years. As a living creature, it could choose to escape, or be smarter
Use some divine power as a barrier, and consume and absorb at the same time to resolve the crisis.
In fact, before that, Pan Duorion had already broken through the barrier of space and arrived in this world in person, right?
Therefore, it must be sealed, and it cannot be given the possibility of escape, change, or even avoidance.
This is the most difficult step, because there is almost no energy to stop it... It was not until the appearance of the Mithra, who had learned about Panduroyen's essence that Edward finally found the opportunity to create a power similar to Panduroyen's.
structure, trap it.
This is also the luckiest step, born in this almost fatal mistake. And most importantly, with the help of this seal, Edward was finally able to give the royal power a fatal blow - this staff is the first time in tens of thousands of years.
Losing his 'master'. Without manipulating power, Pan Duorion himself cannot intervene in this world. This is why ancient evil creatures have always been so obsessed with Edward.
Then, Cyric's arrival, Edward gradually deprived him of all the conditions that he could escape, such as turning around the space.
"So long-term thinking has been seeking this last possibility from the beginning. With such a slim chance, you will eventually implement it smoothly..." Or read the human thoughts, and the sound of the ancient evil things was strange.
The ingredients of the word, such as emotion, or jealousy: "So, even I must admit at this time that this victory is no longer in my hands."
"It's not long, it's just that I've been constantly modifying it during the process..."
The psychic slowly stood up—although in fact, he kept standing.
The mirror-like smooth metal reflects his dark shadow, but this is not the hall he constructed in the 'dream', but just a small ground, the endless void covers all the remaining ones dozens of feet away.
Part, pale colors, like light, but can also be understood as darkness and chaos.
The relaxed mood ends here.
Since he has entered this dream, Pan Duorion may still have the possibility of turning the tables.
"I don't have that power anymore. This is just the wreckage that remains in your mind at the end. Don't worry about what else I can do."
"Oh..." the human nodded.
But... I believe you and you are stupid.
I spent such a long time and invested so much effort, but now I failed. If I can still believe it, you don’t care about it. And I don’t have the idea of regaining it, is this despising my intelligence?
If it had a structure similar to humans, Pan Duorion would be so angry that he couldn't help grinding his teeth... But now it can only be silent. It seems too lazy to correct anything: "... Forget it, be cautious
It is also a kind of virtue. However, I will not pursue any struggle when the situation is already broken. It is meaningless, let alone I can afford to lose."
Able to lose.
The answers of the ancient evil creature made Edward smile.
Yes, as long as the royal power still exists, Pan Duorion will have a chance to make a comeback... After this sealed key breaks, it will be re-turned into countless fragments, waiting for it to be reunited one day, and every failure will also spread this kind of thing.
The process. However, after this almost successful attempt, the gods' defenses against it will definitely be higher, so how big is the so-called opportunity?
"At the beginning, Iokas once said that earlier, what was called... But their era has finally passed, and for me, it was just the beginning of a story and
End." Pan Duorion's voice was indifferent, as if the autumn wind blew across the grassland. It marked the arrival of winter: "The so-called gods are just mere existences, they think they are important. But that is nothing more than
You are just something like ant."
Edward fell silent.
In fact, if he really judges from a purely spiritual method, he can indeed feel Pan Duorion's weakness, and the swaying power is like a candle in the wind. It can only ensure a little understanding of the soul, and
Even such a power is still fading.
"That's all. However, as a part of my power, or one day, we will meet again..." The ancient evil creature suddenly let out a series of continuous laughter. But there is a certain kind of malice contained in it,
Edward frowned: "I shouldn't forget you. Because it seems that there are always surprises to me, and there are not so many in this universe. Speaking of which, the beginning and end of this story are the same.
Interesting, or is this what is called a beginning and an end?"
"How do you get rid of this crisis with your own strength? It's exciting..."
The continuous laughter was like thousands of people making at the same time, but then it mixed into a broken murmur. The chaotic light was gathering from all directions of the field of vision to the center, swallowing everything... Then, the severe pain seemed to be
It brought some enlightenment, which made him instantly understand the malice in the laughter of the ancient evil creatures.
The low buzzing sound filled in the space gradually became huge, and finally turned into a rumble and harsh roar. In the field of view, there seemed to be a layer of slightly bright light and shadow that condensed like smoke and did not dissipate, flashing,
Let everything take a strange golden luster.
The golden light, like surging water waves, flowing, transforming into mysterious figures and symbols. This connection is nested, and consists of lines and spells, and the light expands outward, like...
...A glorious ocean!
Edward narrowed his eyes and saw the incandescent luster outline a human figure with wings in the center of the golden color. The energy was divided into six golden wings, surrounded inward, covering his sight.
In the center where the light gathers, everything seems to be burning constantly.
That feeling was very strange, as if it was not familiar, but it was engraved in my heart a long time ago...
Then Edward saw the familiar face.
It's so close.
The sharp jaw and slender facial curves, as well as the deep and slender nose bridge, formed a wonderful exquisiteness... The transparent and pale cheeks began to appear slightly, which made him a little confused for a moment. Until his eyes touched him
Bloodlines kept gushing out from the corners of those delicate and pale lips.
In the golden color, the scarlet thread was dazzlingly red.
"Elena..." he murmured to himself, trying to reach out to brush the blood, and then was startled by the flaming rays that appeared in his sight.
Fingers, palms... the whole arm has turned into black bones, presenting a crisp color that has been deprived of all moisture. It is hard to tell whether it was originally flesh or clothing that was wrapped around it, and the moment it moved
It began to scatter and collapse.
Surprisingly it doesn't hurt at all, or because the whole body has been carbonized, so can't you feel it?
No, that is no longer important, but how did she get here? She has sent a strong hint into her mind. Her fragile heart defenseless power should have been sleeping until the city will
Did she send it back to the main material plane?
"...Don't move..." The sound of mosquito-sin sound came into her ears. The girl's long eyelashes trembled, but she didn't seem to see anything: "I will protect you..." She said: "I don't
Will... let you die..."
At this moment, everything in the space shook again. In just a moment, there was a force that seemed to destroy the world and surging in the sky! The warm golden color suddenly dimmed, and the six wings were constantly trembling and closing.
The feathers formed by the light were falling off and burning. The face also trembled painfully, causing more blood to moisten from the corners of the lips and even the corners of the eyes!
The red color was like a thin needle, piercing into the heart of the psychic warlock, allowing the meaning of pain to be realized again.
The power also surges out of the mind.
I think, so I am or the strongest sword... The messy thoughts can no longer tell what is there. The psychic warlock heard himself roaring and saw his invisible spiritual tentacles trembling, and a piece of energy was pulled out around him in a mess.
turbulence.
The golden light was dim and transparent. So he saw it.
In the distance - unmeasurable, thousands of miles away. The energy is flashing, and the exhibition is becoming an extremely huge transparent light and shadow.
It was a huge shadow that occupied almost the entire field of vision. The extended body was surrounded by a colorful halo, but the light could not give people a slightest positive force - hideous, fear, that was a criterion of strength based on strength.
, It seems that the greedy figure that wants to wrap everything in the entire space together in his arms...
Mithra?
Full of infinite doubt, but the thoughts that arose in my heart were extremely sure. Edward turned his gaze and saw the erupting and leaping colorful light around the sky. The shadows and obscure ones that were constantly bursting out.
The hollow disc seemed to contain countless debris. In the darkness like a surging like a flame, the flashing silver light spots seemed to have a somewhat transparent feeling that made the soul warlock secretly startled.
Slack thoughts.
There are six, no, at least, and even more hollow darkness, but they no longer seem to belong to Panduorian—a seemingly weak darkness surrounding the colorful god-sized statue.
The flames are burning and swallowing, blocking his way, and cutting off the firewood from the bottom of the pot to separate everything into simple forces, strengthening itself...
What exactly is that?
Is God alone?
An evil thing?
or……
While the thoughts were turning, the scene in the space changed again. Around the huge figure, an extremely brilliant stream of light burst out - as if countless airflows were pushing and impacting the shield. However, as long as the
If you have a little understanding of the power of space, like Edward, you can know that it is actually not lightning, but a dimensional crack caused by the collapse of space.
The space gate originally opened by Cialek and controlled by the goddess of magic is constantly collapsing, and this huge energy triggered an absolute disaster. Every gap in the dimension will burst out with energy and terrible sweeping everything.
The earthquake waves tear apart the incarnation of the huge divine power. The huge human figure was constantly bursting out endless explosions. Even the entire void was shocked and shaking at this moment. It was struggling to hold on in the storm.
The Magic Goddess seems to be dying.
Mithra...is about to die?
But how did all this happen?
An unimaginable fact impacted the mind warrior's thoughts, and then he saw purple and black energy rising from his body, covering him with the woman in front of him...
"The magic circle has been activated."
"That's great, it's all up to my vision... It's great."
"Don't be too proud of it too early, and it's still impossible to be sure whether he is still alive. What's more, it's hard to say how much the teleportation can play under that huge energy turbulence..."
"His vitality is stronger than those bugs. Even if he is burned by fire, he should not die, right?"
"If it were just a bug, it would have been crushed into pieces by the gods... Do you want him to die so much?"
"Shut up and rotten melon... OK, it's rotten melon! We have more troublesome things to consider! For example, how can we save our lives and meet him?"
"What are you thinking about? From the beginning, I probably knew... We probably couldn't see him anymore. Okay, don't stare at me like that. Anyway, if he is still alive, he will probably find a way to do it.
Found us? But I don’t have any hope for this. We are never as precious as his ah, or something."
Dahni raised her head and sighed softly, her red eyes flashing, reflecting countless pale dots.
Supernatural light emanates from the space, bathing a large area of space in the ominous silver sharpness. However, at the end of the line of sight, there is an invisible divider... At the end of the vast fog, in the sky
The silver color has faded, and the strong holy brilliance shone brightly in the sky like morning light. The luster revealed from the rolling storm clouds was also covered with a layer of gray and white marks. (To be continued)