City of Sin: A king forever

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The night is burning, there are burning clouds everywhere in the sky dome, constantly changing the shape, gathering and scattered, as if the large crowds of empty sky and horses are never tirelessly galloping, but there is no longer a golden line Generally projected down.

The earth is already devastated, and the black and red dual-colored have become the only hue, that is the burning world, or the scorched earth of the dead after the embers.

This is a dead world, where water, green and life cannot be found, only flames and ashes. But the world is not calm, it has just died, because the flames are still burning.

The world shuddered abruptly, and you could see a huge rift suddenly appearing on the burning sky dome, exposing dark fangs, and almost half of the sky! Countless fires were silently dumped from the rift, like a cascading waterfall falling slowly on the ground.

So the scorched earth was swept through again, and the embers became ashes. Everything happens in the deepest silence, because all the energy of this world, visible and invisible, tangible and tangible, is boiling vigorously in every corner.

If you stand in the center of this world and can't hear the sound, you can feel the trembling of the world, just like the desperate struggle before dying.

In fact, the world is dead.

There is a deep crack on the ground, and from time to time a deep black turbid wave is sprayed from inside. But it was not water, but turbid and thick energy. When they left the ground, they would burn fiercely, forming a thousands of kilometers of horrible fire pillars. However, as the temperature continued to rise, the crimson flame gradually became transparent, and finally Faded into the last breath of the world.

There is no wind, only a hot, invisible airflow. When it rolls over the ground, all slightly fragile objects will be destroyed.

There are mountains in this world, there are old mountains, and there are new highlands after the earth cracks and trembles. In this way, one after another's shortest and several kilometers high ridges crisscross the earth, with strange shapes and entangled with each other, like a scary scar on the heart of the world.

On the plains in the distance, you can still see the ruins of the city and the dry riverbed. There have been countless creatures who have lived here and left their own brand on the earth.

However, these imprints that have gone through a long time are so insignificant that they can't withstand the devastation of wind and fire. It is foreseeable that when the world stops breathing completely, the last fatal breath will erase all traces.

The burning sky dome seemed to be weak, and began to show large or small wounds, some were still dumping fire, and some were shaking healing, but it was already visible, except for the thickest darkness. , Nothing.

Between the earth and the sky, there are large and magnificent bands of light, they float and dance, appear without warning, and disappear silently. But where the light passes, there will be a large blank. In the world of red and black dual-colored, the void is cut, as if erased by an invisible but omnipotent hand.

Any powerful life from Main Plane will recognize the origin of these light bands and be horrified. That's the light band that represents the turbulent time. After the gorgeous light curtains, it is actually another world. It may be the vigorous new Plane, it may be a long-dead Jedi, or it may be a space composed solely of berserk energy.

In fact, what spouts from the ground and dumps from the sky is not fire, but the source of maintaining the existence of Plane. When the source was traumatized, Plane was dead.

There is a mountain in the middle of the world. The mountain is not high or majestic, but it is particularly striking at the moment. Because in this world that is dying, the mountain seems to be protected by invisible forces and still maintains its original appearance. There are even grass and trees on the mountain.

But the blades of grass are soaked in blood, and the trunk is stained with blood.

On the hillside, there are corpses everywhere, there are humans, and there are many humanoid races that ca n’t be named.

Human and alien corpses are intertwined, the heavily limbs are stacked, and the complete armor or clothing is no longer visible, and weapons often penetrate from one body and pierce into another body.

However, besides being able to identify each human corpse, there will be several stacked alien corpses.

The closer to the top of the mountain, the denser the body and the greater the number of wounds on the body. The armor equipment of Warriors is obviously better, and many aliens without equipment are obviously more arrogant than the kin under the mountain.

From the mountainside, the rate of emergence of strong men is getting higher and higher. They can withstand more damage and can cause more destruction. But they all have one thing in common, that is, they have been dead for a long time.

This is an extremely tragic battlefield.

There are clearly some races that should not appear on the ordinary Plane on one side. They have golden blood regardless of their appearance. At this time, the blood was also scattered on the ground, but unlike the blood that dried dark red and condensed in the soil, a thin stream of gold crawled on the ground, as if the sky had disappeared. Divine Power breath is radiated.

The battlefield is centered on the top of the mountain, forming most of the circle, but there is a natural gap on one side.

If you look down at the ground from the sky, a huge scar comes out, climb directly to the top of the mountain, and then stop. The rocky ground cracked with huge, bottomless ravines. At first, part of the earth ’s crust could be seen barely exposed for hundreds of millions of years, and then it was full of turbulent energy waves. The flames splashed, but the most What was hot was the bright mist at the end of the flame. What a terrible attack can cut the ground and leave this scar!

However, at the forefront of the scar, on a small flat **** at the top of the mountain, stands a figure that is not very tall, but it will make everyone look up. It was a man standing with a sword, both eyes was staring into the distance.

This terrifying attack came to an abrupt halt at his feet.

And beside him, a tall man with a dark and stern body covered in black kneeling on one knee, most of the spikes erected on the armor have been damaged, which shows how fierce the battle has been.

Around the two figures standing on one knee and standing on one knee, there is an open space, and there are still green grass.

But at the edge of the grass is the tragic battlefield. In the staggered corpses, two thick and huge armored warriors are particularly eye-catching. In front of them, the alien corpses even pile up into mountains!

That's two of the thirteen knights of Kaylen and Kayde and Gordon. If you continue to look at the past, you can still find the figures of the other members of the Thirteen Knights. They have all become corpses now, but like Kaylen and Kayde, there are mountains and mountains of strong and alien corpses all around.

This is an indescribable war. At the beginning of the war, it was the Divine Punishment that shattered the sky and the earth!

And Gordon naturally stood at the forefront, keeping all followers and Warrior behind.

Next, the enemy appeared like a tide, washing the solitary mountain wave by wave, and then disappeared on the road leading to the peak. Warrior and the knights all died in battle one by one and fell on this magical lonely mountain.

I do n’t know how long the war has passed. Gordon is still standing. He stands at the highest place, at the forefront, where no one dares to step, and where the king belongs.

He is fearless, he is the eternal king.

The world is dead, but one person is still alive, that is Mordred.

The man known as Demon King knelt down and waited patiently, the time seemed to have stopped flowing when the world died. A few skulls rolled down beside his equally war-stricken boots.

The face is very similar to humans, but there are differences. They are majestic in appearance and imposing, as if made by Heaven, even if they are dead, people ca n’t help but want to worship. They have golden eyes, golden blood flowing from their fractures, and their hair is also golden, and they are still dancing without wind. No, if you look closely, you will find that it is not blonde hair at all, but burning Divine Power.

Several such heads were randomly thrown on the grass, in the mud, and even one stepped on the steel combat boots of Mordred. The large half face hole did not enter the mud.

Each head has a common characteristic, that is, it is burning Divine Power desperately, wanting to completely turn itself into ashes. The Divine Power they emit is extremely pure and powerful, just as the body is completely condensed from Divine Power. In fact, by this time, the deity in the head had dissipated, and with the Plane's impending death, God's Obligation had long been annihilated. They do not even seek to stay in the astral world, but only want to return to nothingness, but are confined by the power of terror, they can only maintain the physical form, and accept the humiliation of trample and muddy.

Mordred moved.

He slowly raised his head, and there was dust falling from the helmet. Obviously he had maintained this posture for some time, and his body had accumulated dust. The bottomless both eyes behind his face mask is no longer dark red as thick as plasma, and dark as a sky without stars on top of his head. He looked at Gordon, and a long time later, a despair appeared in the depths of his pupils, and then gave a beast-like sigh from the depth of his throat.

"My King ..."

Mordred finally stood up. His movements were jerky and stiff. Not only the armor links collided with each other, but also made the sound of resounding, and the inner joints of the body were pipi papa.

He finally stood up and landed heavily on the ground, as if the whole mountain trembles. The skull that had stepped on the foot burst with a crackling sound, the golden blood brains burst apart, and the golden flame formed by the burning of Divine Power rose.

But it still cannot dissipate. The head, which had been squeezed almost into a mass of debris, remained desperately in material form, and seemed to live forever in such a shameful form.

With the movement of Mordred, the mountain vibrated, which also affected the body of Gordon and shook it. Mordred both eyes glanced and reached out to Gordon. But his movements froze in midair.

Gordon shook, and stood there again, and the giant sword he carried turned into fly ash in front of Mordred, and then disappeared with the wind.

After a long time, there was another heavy sigh on the top of the mountain.

In fact, Mordred has long known that Gordon has no vitality in his body, but he still wants to wait and wait for the moment when the miracle appears. He believed that his own king would always create miracles.

Only this time, there seems to be no miracles.

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