Eight hundred and twentieth chapters no one survived
As a scout and captain of the Golden Celestial Kingdom, Xu Ying killed countless foreign enemies in his life, especially shrikes and monsters in the gray wasteland. Logically speaking, he should not feel much fear in his heart.
However, the reality is that he is in an unknown environment, and the picture in front of him is beyond his cognition. Xu Ying is now like a child trapped in a nightmare, constantly running and escaping.
The silver-gold-haired man on the Iron Throne lowered his head and couldn't see clearly. He didn't know whether the other man was asleep or dead. However, at this moment, the fear in his heart was like his heart, which was beating accelerating.
Want to burst out!
He gritted his teeth and mustered up the courage to run to the opposite side of the hall in front of the other party. When he passed by the man sitting in front of the Iron Throne, his fear reached its peak and goosebumps appeared all over his body.
, and then couldn't wait to open the door and escape.
boom--
The door of the seventh house was opened, Xu Ying's figure disappeared, and the sixth hall fell into silence.
The head of the dead dragon was still hanging in the upper left corner of the throne room, looking down. The cold moonlight shone on the ground, and the silver-haired man sitting on the Iron Throne remained motionless, as if he had not changed since ancient times.
Xu Ying escaped into the illusion of the next level. When he heard the sound of the door slamming shut behind him, he seemed to have collapsed and sat down on the snow, breathing heavily.
"That feeling of fear is definitely not normal!"
He was almost frightened just now, but it is difficult for a person like him to be frightened like this, especially since the other party is just a corpse, and the number of corpses he has seen has already been countless.
However, when he opened the seventh door, before the door was closed, this feeling of fear still lingered in his heart, as if a chain was slowly tightening around his neck.
If he stays there for a little longer, I'm afraid he will stay there and never be able to leave.
Even after he escaped to the seventh level of illusion, he still couldn't get rid of it. He could clearly feel the chain around his neck. It wasn't until the door of the seventh level of illusion slammed shut that the connection between the two was severed.
Only then did Xu Ying completely return to normal, and then she sat on the ground panting heavily as if she had lost half her life, and could not regain her strength for a long time.
"Where is this place again?"
Xu Ying sat on the ground and recovered for a long time, and finally remembered that she should observe the surrounding environment. The world of fantasy is full of pits, some cannot be touched, some cannot be spoken, and some even if there are too many
If you stand still for a while, God will die.
But he sat on the ground and looked around, and then he realized that he was now in the ruins of a city, with buildings and ruins destroyed by war everywhere, emitting billowing black smoke and embers of flames.
And there are piles of corpses scattered everywhere on the ground. These people are wearing all kinds of armors and holding the same uneven weapons. Even their appearance, skin color and hair color are different. It seems that they are not from
same area.
"What is this place?"
"These people come from all over the world. Why do they come here to fight?"
Xu Ying took off the sword from her waist, used the scabbard as a crutch to support herself and climbed up from the ground. Then she looked around cautiously again, unable to help but raise these questions in her heart.
It was obvious that he now appeared on a dilapidated battlefield. This might have once been a prosperous city, but now it has been reduced to scorched earth due to the destruction of the war.
He didn't know where this place was, let alone what kind of war it was. He looked around and saw no survivors. The entire battlefield was quiet as if there were only the howling wind and the crackling sound of burning flames.
, and he stood here, as if he were standing in the center of the entire world.
"A war with no winners, where everyone dies?"
"How is this possible?"
Xu Ying held the scabbard with her hand, and his legs were still a little weak.
Then he walked forward with difficulty. There were corpses everywhere under his feet, but at this moment he didn't have any fear, only deep doubts. That's why he felt that the fear just now was unusual.
rustle...
However, now he is stumbling forward continuously. In addition to the sound of wind and the sound of burning, the sound in his ears is also the sound of his footsteps. He hopes to find a survivor and ask him what happened here, or find the next person.
A door, then open it and get out of here.
But it's a pity that Xu Ying kept walking forward but never found the answer she wanted, and she also didn't find the door.
Now I stand there and look around at the foggy surroundings. There is a thin light above my head, like the rising sun but it has not yet completely jumped out from between the clouds. There is not a single intact building around.
It's a ruined wall. Where can I find the rightmost door?
Therefore, Xu Ying could only hold on to the scabbard and keep walking forward. However, Xu Ying walked in the seventh illusion for an unknown length of time, and then suddenly stopped again without any warning.
Because he had walked out of the ruins of this city, the world in front of him suddenly became brighter, and he also realized that this was the real main battlefield for these people, because the corpses here were densely packed with Xu Ying's sight.
Everywhere he looked, even Xu Ying, who had seen big scenes, felt his scalp numb.
He has never seen a battlefield of this level.
But he came to find the door, so although the densely packed corpses covering the ground made his scalp numb, he still mustered up the courage to move forward again.
After that, he didn't know how long he walked out. There were still corpses everywhere in his field of vision, until a huge building appeared in front of him...
"This is?"
When Xu Ying saw the scene in front of him, he felt as if he was struck by lightning, because he saw a huge black dragon corpse lying quietly on the ground like a mountain. The blood flowing out of its body dyed the entire land red, and even
So is the ground beneath his feet.
"Can dragons die too?"
"What kind of war is this?"
As a battle-hardened soldier, he couldn't imagine how tragic the battlefield would be in which even a terrifying creature like a giant dragon would perish. He didn't even know what method he should use to kill a giant dragon.
However, Xu Ying later got over the shock and realized that there was a looming figure half-kneeling on the ground next to the huge dragon's body. It was not clear whether he was dead or alive, and there was still a thorn in his side.
A dragon spear that slightly reflected the cold light.