Edge of the Apocalypse Chapter 1870: When you die, you die
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"Yeah!"
An orc king wearing a golden armor suddenly rushed forward and slashed at Lucy with the great axe wrapped in dark flames in his hand. Lucy rolled away from the ground knowingly, and the axe smashed into the empty space. The top of the twilight hill was also hard and inexplicable. The ordinary mountain was smashed by the king with such an axe, and it would have to break a large area, but it only split a few dispensable cracks on the ground. The king drew an axe, and just turned to Lucy, when suddenly a piece of hoarfrost slapped on his back, and a thick layer of frost formed in an instant, making the king seem to be embedded in an iceberg.
He couldn't break free for a while.
At this moment Lucy raised her gun.
The gun is endlessly shattered, using a killer with a mutated core as energy to eject a dark-gold electric snake-wound bullet from the muzzle, which instantly sank into the king's chest. Then, centering on the shot, the king and the surrounding space collapsed toward that point, and then exploded fiercely, and the people with an axe exploded into a dark golden flame, a shock wave swept away, and Lucy was not breathing well.
At this time, a hand was pressed on her shoulder, and the warm and soft source force penetrated into her body, quickly wandering around her body, driving her blood circulation, allowing Lucy to quickly recover. She looked up and saw the Duke smiling at her, Grievous sighed: "The lethality of this thing is too terrible, Your Highness, if you don't need it, you don't need it. I won't kill a thousand enemies and hurt yourself by 800."
Lucy nodded, and then Griffith waved her hands, flying shields in front of her, forming a high wall to block the influx of kings. Griffith used his own ability to separate the king so that it could not be relied on to form a general trend, thus creating opportunities for a relatively small number of strong men on his side. Just like now, a high wall blocked the king, and the wall was separated under Grifo’s control. An arrogant Lola soared into the sky, leaping through the cracks in the wall, and the red queen's long sword was thrown down in flames, and a pillar of fire shot. In the camp of the king, the peaks and fires are shot for thousands of miles. Laura landed, dragged her sword across, and swept out a flame corridor, staggering with the previous blow to form a flame cross.
Suddenly the curtain of fire skyrocketed. I don't know how many lower kings were swept by the curtain of fire and turned into fireballs. Although he was not killed on the spot, he could no longer fight.
Gregory moved his hands together, and his shield flew out, or pushed, or protected the strong one on his side. Although this duke has not killed one enemy until now, his presence will greatly increase the defense of the alliance. Otherwise, he will not be able to rely on a few strong people, but he has blocked more than a hundred kings on the platform of the twilight hill.
At this moment, the Withering Hall behind the crowd, the empty palace in the county suddenly shook. When Lucy turned her head, Huaguang sprayed out from all over the palace, and she couldn't help worrying about her father. Looking at the distant sky on the other side of the Dusk Hill, only two groups of brilliance can be seen vaguely entangled there. One is as dark as ink, the other is golden, light and dark entangled endlessly, and I don't know when the winner will be decided.
Grifo took a look at her and sighed: "Frios turned to the enemy, otherwise your majesty will join forces and your chances of winning will increase. But you don’t have to worry too much, whether it’s Alan or your majesty, you should Believe them more than anyone else."
Lucy nodded: "Yes, I believe them!"
Then lifted the golden rose and forced a king who had jumped over the shield back.
In the Hall of Withering, Orfascius, who has not known how many collisions, retreats again, and the great sword in his hand has long turned into an arbiter of the power of rules. On the other side, the Twilight Son also had an ordinary long sword in his hand, but the whole body exuded a faint yellow radiance. That is the sharp blade, this sword is already on the side of Ofascius's face, and a sword is drawn on the armor of his chest and the kneepad of his right leg.
In the past, both wounds and armor on the body can be repaired only by mobilizing the source force. But now, Ofascius could clearly feel the sharp power entangled in those three places, and the force of those determined rules shattered all the source power leading to the outside. Moreover, the power of sharpness does not belong to the rules of this universe, and Ofascism urges the source force to repair, but it seems to be separated by a dimension.
So far, I know the difficulty of the power of sharpness.
"Once, I forgot that it was the second cosmic dusk. Anyway, there was one time when I dealt with your ancestors of Idahua." The Twilight Son raised his hand, and the sharded platform floated again. From the beginning, the combination of fragments is restored as before. He sat on the throne and said lightly: "At that time you were like the earth now, primitive and barbaric. But what is commendable is that your quality of fear of sacrifice has continued to this day. So today you stand Before my eyes, I am really happy for you. You know, the quality of fearlessness, no matter which universe it is placed in, is commendable."
Ofascius lifted his thick foot and stepped on it, already standing on the high platform. The arbitrator lifted up, cut down, and said: "If this is the case, then you go to die."
Seven or eight sharp blades were born out of thin air to hold the arbiter, and then after each long sword, there was an extra son of twilight. The Twilight Son sitting on the throne faintly said: "I appreciate that you are true, but I have not given up on harvesting the universe, so the evening will still come. Your fearlessness and your efforts will only be in vain in the end. This is in the past. In countless long hours, I have seen it through."
"It’s like no matter how many ants, it’s basically impossible to shake a peak. It’s just that the ants don’t see high enough, not far enough, and mistake a mountain for a mound, so they give birth to something that can shake it. Illusion. I don’t know what you think, but it’s a funny thing to me."
More and more clones appeared on the high platform, and even the high platform could not accommodate them, so under the high platform and between the halls, the clones of the Twilight Son were gradually covered. Each avatar has a sharp blade in his hand, it is a real thing at a fair price.
The other clones on the high platform moved, piercing the sharp blade out of Orfasis. For a time, the King of Justice was all enemies around!
A loud shout.
The golden light came out, and the sudden momentum forced these clones away slightly. Orfasis slashed the great sword, drew a circle, and chopped a dozen clones in the waist. Then rushed forward, lifted the sword and cut it down.
But it was still blocked, and then forced back. The Twilight Son on the throne continued: "Do you think I did not find the layout of those guys? They cover up very well, even to prevent me from noticing, they embed all relevant information in a will before I wake up, and then It’s really good to be separated. At first, I really concealed it, but later I found some clues."
Ofascius smashed more than ten blades with one sword, and sneered: "After all that, Alan and their layout are still successful, otherwise I won't be able to stand here."
The Twilight Son smiled and said: "If I say this is my intention, do you believe it?"
Ofascius was silent.
The Twilight Son sighed: "Although I am just a program created by the Creator to replace him to harvest the entire universe. But such a program is repeated hundreds of times. After a thousand times, even I will be extremely bored. So although I found some suspicious clues, I deliberately ignored the past just to make things interesting. Just like now, you did entertain me, at least this time the cosmic dusk will not be so boring."
"But what you have to know is that even if you work hard a thousand times, ten thousand times. You want to stop the dusk, it is impossible. Even if you can destroy me, but don’t forget, after me There is a creator." The Twilight Son looked at the King of Justice: "Besides, I don't think you have the ability to destroy me."
"How do you know if you don't try it." Ofascius blocked a dozen clones alone, and then pushed forward.
"It's useless, everything is in vain."
More avatars flew in, stabbing long swords one by one. A golden light glowed all over Ofascius, blocking the clone's long sword purely with a source force barrier. But there were more and more clones, and gradually, Ofascius could no longer see him. The avatars of the Son of Twilight on the high platform are stacked on top of each other, as if they are about to crush the King of Justice. Of course, even the Son of Twilight himself knows that this is impossible. In fact, up to now, all he has done has been consuming the source of Ofascism.
Even supreme, in Eboyins’ world, he can’t absorb the source power as freely as he can in his own universe as a supplement. Even if they are far more adaptable to Eboyins’ source power characteristics than other strong players, and even if they transform faster than other strong players, this is still not their home field. In an away game, it is inevitable to suffer a loss, and the Twilight Son must magnify this point. When the balance is tilted, it is when Orfascism is defeated.
Being defeated and dead.
The Son of Twilight is not generous enough to let go of the King of Justice.
There was a sudden roar from the human mountain, and then the earth cracked and fell! Countless avatars were bombarded by a wave of great power, and then disappeared under the attack of patches of golden light. Suddenly, the avatar on the high platform was wiped out, and Ofascius was radiant, holding a huge sword, and Fang Zheng's face was not angry and majestic, as mighty as the ancient **** of war.
The Twilight Son snapped his fingers, and the clones of the hall disappeared, but the sharp blades in their hands did not disappear. Instead, they flew up to the high platform one by one, standing before the throne like a guard, and then The tip of the long sword turned upside down, pointing towards Orfascius.
"If you come here again, you may really die."
Hundreds of sharp blades are like a sword wall, separating the Son of Dusk from Orfascius. If you want to hurt the Son of Twilight, you have to break the wall first. But how can this wall be broken so easily?
Ofascius took a deep breath, the tip of his sword dropped, and the man lowered his center of gravity. A smile cracked across the face of the King of Justice: "When I was a child, my second father took me on a hunt. We found a bear den with two newly born bear cubs. Our defense has taken the mother The bear stabbed all over her body, but even so, the female bear still did not retreat."
"What do you want to say?" The Twilight Son said coldly.
Ofascius grinned and said: "I want to say that if we want to protect something we cherish, then we will never step back."
"When you die, you die!"
Leaning forward and running wildly, Ofascius slammed into the sword wall indefinitely.