"It's not... legal destruction. [ ]" Xingji frowned deeply, "The so-called legal destruction is just a relative term. The material of eternal wood will be affected by the lifeform that comes into contact with it for the first time.
The form given to it will remain unchanged forever. No matter what method is used to split it, it will return to its original shape almost instantly, but the eternal wood itself is not hard. The reason why the word "destruction" is used refers only to this kind of
The amazing regenerative power of matter.”
"But you haven't explained why there is a missing part here?" Hua Yingfeng didn't seem to want to hear this. He stared at the broken beast body, "In fact, it has not recovered."
Xingji's face slowly became serious.
"In this case, there is only one explanation. Someone left here with the missing part and forcibly prevented the restoration of the world. But..." his expression became even lower, "doing so will cost you a lot. The eternal world
The restoration power of wood is not something that ordinary people can bear. At least among the three of us, none of us can do this."
Amos snorted lowly, "So, that unknown human being is stronger than the three of me."
"It's not certain yet. Maybe there is more than one person on the other side, and it is possible that many people can take the missing part away from here together."
It may be possible to defeat the earthlings in Tajikistan."
"Don't worry about who it is, the problem is that we must take it back as soon as possible!" Hua Yingfeng said in a cold tone, "If this continues, if we can't light the gate before dawn, the king's situation will be in danger."
"I know this too..." Xingjii said halfway, his expression suddenly froze, as if he felt something, and his eyes immediately became empty.
The other two people had the same reaction one after another.
"No, the arcane energy in the body has reached its limit. Let's float up first." Amos said, and he started to float upward.
Xingji and Huayingfeng also had to leave the sea temporarily. At this moment, an intermittent voice suddenly sounded in the minds of the three of them.
"The Lost City...is under attack...we...can no longer resist...requesting...support..."
Since the destruction of the planet Nero Gaia, the Lost City has been the last place of residence for the Nero Gaia people. This city is the last piece of land left on the planet Nero Gaia. Although she has been floating since then, every day
Every Nero Gaian can feel the taste of home when he steps on that familiar land.
Although they captured and engulfed planets one after another, the surviving Nero Gaians were still unwilling to leave this land. This was their only hope.
So when large pieces of land peeled off and disappeared into the dark waves. At this scene, Nero Gaia's hearts burned with anger, so much so that they rushed towards the enemy regardless of their own safety. But many people did not do so after all.
, this thought only flashed through their minds, and the fire of anger was eventually drowned by fear as deep as the sea.
The moon quietly hid in the clouds at some point. In this dark night of light, the Lost City stood out in the night sky. Half of the city was immersed in raging flames, making the dark night sky extremely dazzling.
The wide street extends straight ahead, as if it is endless. On both sides of the street, among the walls of fire several meters high, the skeleton of the building can be faintly seen. Thick smoke filled the air, and some kind of indistinct cries were heard continuously.
Voice.
On the bright and dazzling street, "Chen Yang" walked forward slowly with a slightly hammered head. The firelight around him isolated the pitch-black armor on his body from the darkness. The sickle on his shoulder was dripping with blood behind his back.
, leaving a long trace on the road.
"This city is surprisingly big."
He walked slowly, the pavement under his feet was spattered with blood, and mutilated corpses lay scattered on the roadside, somewhat like a jagged welcoming team.
"However, we have plenty of time." He smiled slightly, "Take your time and enjoy the scenery."
On his other hand, his five fingers grasped a golden animal head. Although the hand holding the animal head swung in a natural state, the veins on that hand could still be seen, and the five fingers even sunk deeply into the beast.
Head of.
In the smoke ahead, there was suddenly a sound of footsteps. A group of Nero Gaia soldiers, fully armored, rushed over from the other side of the street. They happened to meet Chen Yang face to face. The soldiers' expressions couldn't help but change.
, being too abrupt, I couldn't help but take a few steps back.
Damn it, when I see the enemy, my first reaction is to retreat!
The leading captain barely managed to steady his steps. Wasn't he here just to eliminate the intruders?
But... he tried to focus his gaze, but he could never do it. The energy emanating from the human being in front of him at this moment was, in the terms of earthlings, breath. Standing on the street with rising flames, there was actually something...
A feeling as cold as freezing! Every time the opponent took a step forward, this feeling became stronger. It was this feeling that made the soldiers retreat unconsciously.
Bastard! He gritted his teeth, and at the same time clenched the sword in his hand, trying his best to fight against the coldness around him, and shouted, "For the tribe!"
"For the tribe!" Dozens of Nero Gaia soldiers raised their swords at the same time, resisting the cold in front, and rushed towards the lonely man on the opposite side.
"Stupid." Chen Yang let out a faint chuckle and still walked forward. When the nearest Nero Gaia soldier rushed in front of him, his body that was more than two meters tall turned upside down, and the lightsaber in his hand was pointing straight at him.
own chest.
The black light spun past. Chen Yang raised one hand high, and the giant scythe flew in the palm. Countless broken limbs and blood were scattered around him. Half of the body flew past him, accompanied by rain falling.
Blood.
Chen Yang took back the sickle and put it on his shoulder. Broken pieces of meat and blood rained down one after another. A few drops of blood fell on his dark armor, leaving several bright red marks.
Suddenly there was a roar in the sky, and a bolt of lightning tore through the sky.
A few seconds later, slender lines of rain fell in patter. Chen Yang's face was wet by the rain, his long hair was tangled on his cheeks, and his body was hazy in the rain and mist, like the god of death in hell.
"Everyone of the Nero Gaia tribe, now..." he said with a smile with the corners of his raised lips, "this is the real counterattack of the earth."
What am I doing?
What the hell am I doing?
Shen Yan asked himself in his heart. At this moment, he was walking on a long corridor. The empty corridor was quiet, with only the sound of his own footsteps echoing.
This corridor is very long. I usually use the teleportation technique to pass by it, and I have almost never walked through it once. The only thing that stays in this corridor is the memory of my childhood.
But this time, I want to walk it step by step. Shenyan hopes that it can be longer in his life. The strange thing is that today, it has become very short. When Shenyan came back,
When the god came, he was already standing in front of two huge stone doors.
Looking at the emblem symbolizing the lord on the stone door, he hesitated again.
Why on earth do you want to come here?
When this idea first flashed through his mind, he hesitated for a long time, but when he stood up and took steps, he felt as if he was not controlling it.
It's funny, why am I so nervous?
He shook his head. It was just a son who came to see his father. His father was seriously injured. As the eldest son, he should be there to protect him. Moreover, he really wanted to know his father's condition now.
There are still four hours before dawn, and the high priest and the others still haven't come back. I wonder if my father's condition will allow them to come back.
There are still four hours before dawn, which also means that there are still four hours before the final deadline for Shi Yuan to appear.
Shenyan gently stretched out his hand, but stopped when it touched the door handle.
Forget it, it doesn't make much sense.
Compared to himself, what my father wanted to see was of course Siyuan.
Just as Shenyan turned around, a faint voice suddenly came from the stone door behind him.
"Is it Shenyan?"
Shenyan hurriedly turned around and said, "Father, this is my son!"
"Now that you're at the door...why don't you come in?"
The voice was weak, like a tightly pulled thread, as if it might break at any time, and there was a pause between each word of his hoarse title.
Shen Yan had never heard such a voice and tone from his father since he was a child. He never expected that in less than half a day, his father would be so weak. This voice was different from the one he heard in the main hall before.
Two people.
"My son... I am a little worried about my father, and I am afraid of disturbing my father's rest, so..."
"Come in, Yan, I'm just looking for someone to talk to."
"yes."
Shen Yan's heart trembled. In his distant memory, his father Huang 7 had only called him this when he was a child. As a tribal lord, his father, who had always been cold, serious, and unyielding, actually used this tone at this moment.
, which shows the severity of the injuries on his body at this moment.
Opening the door, the main hall of Fallen Sun Palace was filled with an indescribable smell. The palace was empty and surrounded by darkness. On the throne in the center of the palace, the body of the Ten Kings was sitting on it.
At first glance, his father seemed not to be injured, and Shen Yan was shocked. However, as he got closer, he discovered that Shi Wangdao's face was more withered and shriveled than before, with almost no flesh left on his entire face.
The lower skin and blood vessels covered the skull, and the originally huge body collapsed at this moment. There was a long sword deep under the armpit, and the blade of the long sword had already sunk into the ground. It was all supported by the long sword.
Just kept sitting.
Shen Yan's heart couldn't help but feel hot, and he felt a rush of hot blood rushing out of his chest. At the same time, he felt sore. He remembered what his father had taught him since childhood, that a warrior should die standing even if he died.