Dust of History: I said I won’t let you die (below)

"Bastard!" Morlier's roar was earth-shattering, and her figure suddenly pulled up, but she didn't rush towards Asa, but faced the blade of the jet-black star flying down.

Behind the blade is endless darkness. Wherever it flies, whether it is the sky, the earth or everything else, it is completely submerged by this darkness. It seems that the light and everything in this world are just a layer of false skin illusion. Lightning tore apart this superficial camouflage and restored the world to nothing but blackness.

With a puff, the blood that originally flowed like a stream even spurted out from Morrill's wound like a waterfall, and countless magical energies gushed out of his body together with the blue waterfall of blood, Mixed with the blood, it condensed into a huge ball of destruction in front of Molier, and together with the ball of destruction, she blocked the blade of the Black Star.

The black lightning that tore through the world stopped suddenly, and when the tip of the sword penetrated into the ball of destruction mixed with countless blue blood, it stopped, and did not tear it away together with Morrill.

"Now, kill that kid quickly." Morrill's roar was no longer the same as before, although it was still deafening, it couldn't hide the dryness and exhaustion. The blue blood hadn't flowed out much, it wasn't that the bleeding had stopped, but it was almost gone. The body of the crystal has lost its dazzling blue color, and it has become pieces of white crystals falling down, revealing not the original skin of the black dragon, but the skeleton. She has truly surpassed the limit, and has already used her own vitality to resist the sword body.

The body was too damaged, and the space magic of teleportation could no longer be used. Asa was too far away from her, and the sword flew to the ground too fast. It was too late for her to deal with Asa, the only thing she could do was to temporarily stop the sword body.

The magic power was running out, she almost used all her vitality to use the ball of destruction, and only the pure chaotic magic energy in the ball of destruction could temporarily resist the black star.

The sword body did not stop completely, but moved forward slowly and with great difficulty in this cloud of chaotic energy. Moreel could feel the chaotic energy in the Orb of Destruction and her own vitality being quickly consumed by the dark aura. She really wanted to turn her head to see the situation behind her, and then roared to urge her, but it was a pity that even this little bit of strength She can't use it anymore.

In fact, there was no need for her to urge, no matter what the purpose was, everyone rushed towards Asa.

The footsteps are still empty step by step, and the expression in the eyes is still empty, but this king of the undead no longer has the look of contempt for everything in the world just now, at least he looks very embarrassed now, a bit terrifyingly embarrassed .

The ghost king's robe is completely gone. It was originally torn apart by Morrill, and under the original chaotic energy of the ball of destruction, even such a treasure did not leave a trace. And Asa himself, if he was already like a broken ceramic doll before. Then he is now a broken puppet, the cracks on his body have doubled, deepened and widened. It seems that it is only relying on strength to maintain the integrity of the body, otherwise it may be broken into pieces at any time.

But these are not the most important, the most important thing is the hilt of the sword in his hand, the hilt of the black star. There is no longer a dense black mist swirling on it, it looks like a piece of ordinary obsidian, with cobweb-like cracks covering the hilt of the sword, which was so empty that it was uncomfortable even to look at it. The feeling has faded to almost nothing.

The hilt of this sword is already wounded, already wounded!

This injury is serious, looks the same as Asa, and seems to be only one step away from rupture. And as long as any one of them really shatters, it will win, and everything will be over.

The eyes of Roland and Lancelot burst out with astonishing light, as if a person who had been running around in a dark and endless abyss all night finally saw the sunshine through. Roland was the closest person to Asa. Although he no longer had a weapon and the broken arm was still soaked in blood, he rushed towards Asa without the slightest hesitation.

And pointing like a sharp edge, like a sword edge, sword energy, and sword intent poured into the only remaining left hand and stabbed away. Naturally, this strike of temporarily replacing the sword with his hand cannot be compared with the previous sword energy, but the will to win in this sword, the persistence is only stronger than his previous full-strength sword, and this sword is also sharper, Sharper and faster.

But the sword didn't hit Asazhi, he turned sideways, and Roland's sword just brushed past his chest. Then the knife in the right hand slashed on Roland's chest silently like a phantom.

Amidst the clicking sound, Roland spit blood and flew back more than ten meters, but the light in his eyes didn't weaken at all after landing, on the contrary, it became brighter and hotter.

It was still like an incorporeal dodge and attack, with no trace to follow. His attack, which was almost the pinnacle of the sword tip, was completely ineffective and was repelled. It was still the sudden hollow that caused the surrounding muscles to shatter automatically, but he only broke four ribs, only four ribs were broken, and the knife of the Necromancer King could only break his four ribs.

And he felt it very clearly, when the palm brushed against the chest, there was a cracking feeling, the dodge was not completely dodged, and now he could see that there was a lot of cracks on Asa's chest.

This is no longer the terrifying and invincible king of the dead, he can be sure. He, Lancelot, and Grew will definitely smash him to pieces next time, even if they don't need three of them, two of them will do. Gru's original position was near Morrill, a little farther away, while Lancelot was already sprinting, and the white sword light was already glowing outside his body.

Asa is also convinced of this, his empty eyes can clearly see all the factors of everything in every detail, reflected in the emptiness of consciousness without joy or worry is all the tracks of this world. Because there is nothing, everything can be revealed.

Even now that this ability has weakened along with the body and the hilt of the Black Star sword, he can still judge clearly: it only takes 1.57 seconds. The combination of Lancelot and Roland will be head-on in one blow. This was the third joint attack between the two, and the cooperation and synchronization between them were controlled within at least seven thousandths of a second. With the power in the broken hilt, they can only break their cooperation, but they can't break their attack. Even if they use the most efficient dodge, they will cut off half of their body.

The blade of the black star in mid-air has almost completely pierced into Morrill's ball of destruction. The ball of destruction is trembling with Morrill, the top magic and the most powerful creatures are under the black star It is also so small, it seems that it will be torn to pieces and annihilated into the darkness behind. But Asa knew that it was not immediately, but it would take 3:031 seconds before the sword body could break through the ball of destruction and Morrill flew to merge with the hilt.

It's just that after he was hit by Lancelot and Roland, he no longer had the ability to resist dodging. The remaining 1.74 seconds were enough for the two of them to crush him twenty times.

Although he knew that this would be the result, Asa's expression, pace, and state of mind did not fluctuate at all, and there was still endless emptiness and emptiness.

Everything doesn't matter, he has no concept of success, failure, gain or loss in his empty consciousness. Like a precision machine with a destination set. No matter what the result is, he will go on, go on...

His eyes and attention swept over Gru again, he was the furthest away from here, and it would take 3.15 seconds to get there. It can be ignored, and it takes two seconds for the two people in the same direction as Lancelot. These are two very weak people, two women, two people they know, Talis and Xiao Yi.

The two of them? Suddenly, there seemed to be something agitated in that empty and boundless consciousness.

In fact, he had noticed those two people long ago, but reflected in his vast and empty consciousness, these were just two insignificant factors, and they had no fighting power at all, so they were directly ignored. But looking at it now, the empty consciousness that has become much smaller can no longer reflect them as simple factors.

The agitation couldn't be stopped together, it was no longer just about the two of them, there were more things that were about to come out from somewhere in the consciousness. It seems that there is always something buried behind this endless emptiness, and now suddenly some line of thinking has triggered the most sensitive point in it, everything is stimulated, they are all squirming, swollen after the emptiness, his consciousness can't Skip ignore them.

Although their pace was very slow compared to Lancelot and the others, and their fighting power was weak, they were still running towards this place desperately, their blood-stained faces were full of tears. Asa could clearly see the wounds on their bodies, he could see clearly that they were the result of countless desperate fights, at least ten of them almost killed them, and they should not have appeared here, he remembered ...

As more and more memories and information flooded in, the surge behind it became stronger and more overwhelming, but he couldn't stop thinking about it.

These are really two irrelevant reasons. With their current combat power, it is impossible for them to play any role. Even if they arrive, it only takes 0.31 seconds to stop them in half... Yes. Killing them easily... Killing them... The empty consciousness desperately turned this surge into empty rationality, but these lines of thinking seemed to only pull more and more of the surge behind the empty.

Kacha, there was a crackling sound in his emptiness, and the agitation behind it actually opened up a gap in the emptiness. It's just a gap, but something so powerful rushes out from this gap, the consciousness that directly crosses the void rushes out of the body.

"You two, don't come here." Asa shouted at the two of them.

Everyone who heard this voice was stunned. This is no longer that completely empty voice. Anxiety and fear are entangled in the original empty voice. This should not be the tone that the king of the dead should have. It should not be the words that the Necromancer, who is so empty that it is not parallel to this world, can shout.

Talis and Xiaoyi were startled at first, and then they all turned into ecstasy. They were already running with all their strength, but they ran much faster. Talis yelled at Lancelot who had already started to draw his sword: "Teacher, he's awake."

But the Holy Cross of Light that Lancelot had just condensed not only did not dissipate, it was slow. On the contrary, he became more aggressive, more indomitable and more desperate. The same is true for Roland, this is the third and perhaps the last joint strike between the two.

Of course they heard the strangeness in Asa's words and Talis' cry, but to them, this did not represent a chance to save Asa, but to kill him Opportunity.

Different from the way of thinking of a woman who cares about chaos, the judgment of the two of them is absolutely unemotional, absolutely the most efficient and decisive. If Asa really woke up, the first thing he would do was not to shout, but to put down the hilt of the Dark Star sword in his hand. Moreover, what they heard from Asana's voice was not pure emotion, but more confusion, which should be due to the loss of control caused by constant blows.

In the sky behind, Morrill's anger was getting weaker and weaker. They didn't take the risk to try whether there was a chance for Asa to wake up, even if there was a 99% possibility. They can't try it either, and now this can only be seen as the best chance to destroy him and destroy the Dark Star in one fell swoop.

The combination of sword energy is far less powerful than before, but it is enough for the current king of the dead. They could see that Asa's body had already begun to gush out crimson blood, as if he had already started to collapse himself without needing their attacks.

"Don't come here." Asa was still muttering this sentence. The voice, the look in the eyes is no longer empty, it is all chaos gathered together.

The emptiness of consciousness has been split, and something in his body seems to have split. The cracks all over his body didn't feel the slightest, but now he can feel the pain vaguely. This kind of pain that spreads all over the body and goes deep into the heart seems to have a long-lost feeling, a feeling of life. What came with this feeling was the aura from the hilt of the sword in his left hand, which should have already been integrated with his life and consciousness without distinguishing each other, and he should not be able to feel the aura.

It can be felt, which means that they have been separated from each other, and this breath is echoing with the emptiness in his consciousness that has been broken. He is trying to restore the emptiness that is inseparable from his life. But the undercurrent behind the nothingness does not give in at all, if there is a crack, it will rush outward desperately to fill up the nothingness. Two completely opposite forces were desperately pulling each other, but they all wanted to unify this consciousness and body, but the result was that Asa's consciousness and body began to be fragmented at the same time.

The final blow of Lancelot and Roland's joint efforts has arrived. Asa had no chance to dodge and parry again, the empty sea of ​​consciousness that could have reflected anything had been torn to pieces by the countless forces rushing out of the crack.

The sword qi and sword intent of the two are condensed on one point, like a needle, although it cannot shake the world, it can open up the world. What they were pointing at was not the hilt of the Black Star in Asa's hand, but Asa's chest, although neither of them moved, because they were not sure about smashing the Black Star, even if it was broken, at least they were not 100% sure , but he is 100% sure that Asa will be crushed.

"Stop." Three voices sounded at the same time.

"Stop, wait." The incomparably loud roar came from Gru, who had already turned into a shadow and flew towards here, but it was too late, he was too far away from here, and he was not seriously injured. His roar undoubtedly shocked anyone's spirit, but it was useless to the current Lancelot and Roland. Their spiritual will had been condensed into a needle like sword energy.

"Stop." Xiaoyi also yelled, and her yelling was even more unlikely to have any effect, Gru's roar almost drowned out her voice. Talis was screaming at the same time, she could see that the combination of this sword could smash Asa into pieces all over the sky, just like Xiaoyi, the fear and strength from the bottom of her heart made the screams rush out of her throat, the difference was that she didn't just yell 'stop'.

"Stop it, Dad."

Similarly, her cry was almost inaudible in Gru's breathtaking roar, but this scream reached Lancelot's ears ten times more effectively than Gru's voice.

Lancelot's figure suddenly froze, and the sword energy that had merged with Roland immediately dispersed.

It’s not that he was dissuaded by this sentence ~IndoMTL.com~ It’s that this voice and this word directly pierced an unknown and only soft point in his spirit, making the original condensed perfectly The will suddenly loosened.

He originally thought that he had repaired this point completely, and he would never be moved by it or confused by it, but now he knows that in the deepest part of his heart, beyond all reason, faith and perseverance, the original It was still an irreparable soft spot, both for him and for Talis.

Even though he knew that this was definitely not the time to be slack, he forcefully drove everything out of his mind and continued to force the sword energy to stab forward, but it was already too late. Hit Asa one step ahead of him.

Kacha, the separated palm swords lost the force of the joint attack, and they couldn't crush Asa Rong completely, but only crushed his shoulder, and his left shoulder burst open.

A scream broke out from Asa's mouth, just like the flesh and blood bursting from his shoulders, it was not empty, it was so alive.

While screaming, he also fought back, but instead of using the hilt in his hand, he used his head. He hit Roland's face with his head, and with the sound of bones shattering, Roland's face was almost completely rotted, and he flew backwards.