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

Pain. The pain was piercing, piercing into the lungs, and penetrating into the bones. The pain was like a red-hot needle stringing together the pain that had spread all over the body and inserting it into the crack in my mind.

The thing that was agitating, jumping, and desperately trying to get into the void from the crack was directly exploded by this thorn, as if there were thousands of hot explosives buried underneath, and it was already pressed. The heat was beyond critical, and now it was completely detonated by this blow.

The consciousness of the void was completely blown to pieces, and what burst out from below was life, strength, and instinct, breaking through the void and bursting out from his body directly into a scream, and then Roland was thrown headlong Hit and flew out,,. This reaction is no longer the way of the fifth of the dead, but the way of Asa.

At the same time, the bright red blood spurted out from the burst wounds all over his body. It seemed that he had become a water bag full of blood and was pierced with countless holes, and the blood flowed out in an instant. Everywhere in the body.

The pain, the huge pain tortured and squeezed his feeling like crazy, the strength that had been supporting his body and consciousness faded away, and now Asa could feel how damaged his body was.

The injuries he suffered were by no means rare, and the injuries were not serious. There were many times when he almost died, but compared with his current injuries, almost none of them could be called injuries. Now every part of his body, from muscles, skin, to the tiniest blood vessels, nerves are all shattered, just now when he slammed his head against Roland, the scalp on his forehead was completely opened, and there were at least three roots on his neck. The muscles burst into pieces due to the congestion, and even he himself wondered why he hadn't cracked into a pile of meat with a puff.

Just as his consciousness was filled with pain, he suddenly thought vaguely, why don't I put down the hilt in my hand? It seemed that all of this came because of this hilt, following this thought, his eyes fell on the hilt of the Dark Star in his left hand.

He wanted to let go, but couldn't. Not only did the hilt of the sword and the palm of his hand seem to be glued together, but as soon as he had the thought of letting go, countless other thoughts gathered to hinder him. In the sea of ​​consciousness, he seemed to be able to see three black figures entangled together, echoing the feeling from the hilt of the sword.

The blood gushing from his body was flowing down his arm towards the hilt of the sword. But not a single drop fell on the hilt of the sword. The cold and pitch-black hilt was like a red-hot iron, and blood spattered whenever it touched it.

Cracked. A slight cracking sound came from the hilt of the sword. Obviously there was no attack, but the cracks on the hilt continued to grow thicker and larger.

White sword energy came through the sky, and Lancelot's holy light cross sword finally arrived, but he didn't hit Asa's body. Instead, he hit the hilt of his left hand.

Because Roland flew upside down and blocked him. His shot was not just one beat slower, but it was precisely because of this that he saw the change in Asa. Maybe it was because Asa was sure that Asa was awake, maybe because he saw the signs of cracking on the hilt of the sword, and his blow was aimed at the hilt of the sword.

The hilt of the sword is destroyed. Indeed, it may be more effective and solve the problem than killing Asa. The hilt of the sword did seem to be on the verge of breaking, as long as there was the slightest external force, it could be shattered into countless pieces with a single sound. There was nothing wrong with Lancelot's choice.

Sure enough, the sword light of the Holy Light Cross Sword just hit the hilt of Zhou Zhong's hand, and a louder cracking sound immediately burst from the hilt. It can be seen that the cracks on the top suddenly become deeper and larger, and they are completely broken immediately. But at the same time, Lancelot's white sword light all dissipated, because a black sword pierced his heart, lungs, chest cavity and finally into his right hand that condensed all the sword energy, his sword energy , life, the right hand disintegrated in an instant, without leaving ashes and completely disappeared into the void.

Not reconciled, this is the last remaining thought of Lancelot. Just add a little more force, give him and the Holy Light Cross Sword one hundredth of a second more time, and the hilt can really be crushed. But it's a pity that he was wearing a jet black star.

Collapse, dissipate. Lancelot disappeared and shattered into the air ten times faster than Vidnina. He could only use all his strength to turn his head back and show a wry smile at Talis who was running towards here.

This smile doesn't have the mighty and holy of a paladin, but it has bitterness and more kindness and love.

"Daddy..." Talis screamed, tears rolled down his face while running, but in the next second even this smile disappeared completely into the void.

Behind, Lier in mid-air fell heavily on the ground, with a hole in his chest that was spreading around, and the body of the sacred crystal dragon was equally fragile under the black star. She turned her head encouragingly, seeing Roland struggling to utter the last few words: "Idiot, I told you to kill that kid, not to attack that dark star..."

Lear's body soon disappeared completely as well, with only a small piece of crystal falling from her vanished head to the ground.

Lancelot just left nothing behind, my figure completely dissipated, revealing the pitch-black blade. It writhed in the air as if it was alive, and then aimed at the hilt in Asa's hand to catch it.

Before it was fully connected, the endless aura from the sword body had spread to the hilt, and the countless cracks on the hilt began to heal in this aura. Asa's eyes became empty again, and the rushing aura once again merged with the dark consciousness in his mind. All the power and life that emerged just now were once again submerged under the endless emptiness and darkness.

The sky is changing, becoming endlessly black, endlessly empty, endlessly endless. The ground is also changing, becoming one with the sky, the same emptiness, the same emptiness, Talis, Roland, who just got up from the ground, only feels as if he is standing in the void of the universe above the nine heavens.

This is the power of the complete Dark Star, the complete Five of the Dead.

Boom. The ground under his feet shattered, and the magma burst into the sky. Gru kicked his last foot and finally arrived, with the only dazzling green-white vindictive light in this dark void. Sand and stone fly, splash, Talis. Roland all fell away in the wind and wind brought by Gru.

He still didn't attack Asa, but grabbed Asa's left hand holding the hilt. And the other hand actually grabbed the blade of the sword that was slowly merging with the hilt.

"Boy, wake up." A roar almost shattered the entire dark void, and all the light converged on Gelud's hands, and he actually held the black star. With his own strength, he forcibly pulled the sword away.

Asa stood still like a puppet, letting Gru's roar ring in his ears, letting Gru hold his hand. His sword-holding hand was slowly turning into obsidian. The same obsidian as the Black Star. A faint black aura began to surround him.

There is no power to stop it. The futility of Gru's efforts was clearly visible in Asa's empty consciousness.

It has come to this point, no one, no force can stop all of this. The sword body is still slowly merging, after all, it cannot be resisted by human strength. The black aura and the white light are fighting and colliding with each other like crazy, but this black aura is no longer what it was when there was only a sword handle. Now that's a whole handful of Dark Stars.

Click. The white light split, and so did Gru's hand. Even the most invincible and powerful pair of hands in the world couldn't resist the power of this pitch-black void.

Desperate. Talis felt a sore and powerless sharpness gushing from the deepest part of her heart, and all the strength and hope in her body disappeared in two halves without a trace. They were not far from here, but they stopped. This is the deepest despair.

Suddenly, a sword energy pierced Asa's chest from the side. Although it was not grand and mighty enough, it was as sharp and violent as the scream of a dying beast.

It was Roland who made the shot, and he was the only one who could make the shot at this time. His originally elegant and handsome face was almost completely rotted, his facial bones were deformed, and even one eyeball fell out, making him look like a wa Horrifying, the remaining one eye is bloodshot, full of bloodshot from the pain, despair and final fighting spirit.

This is the last chance, and he has concentrated all his strength to fight for this last chance. The black star has not yet fully fused, and Asa's hand has changed, but his body and head are still covered with blood and pain. He is taking this opportunity to smash Asa's head into pieces all over the sky with a sword. This is a sword that he has burned all his life into as power and lethality.

With a muffled grunt, Gelu finally fell away, the white battle qi on his hands was so faint that it was almost invisible, and blood gushed out wildly. At the same time, with a thud, the palm sword with the palm as the front smoothly penetrated into the chest, broke open, and the blood sprinkled on Asa's body like a sudden torrential rain.

It's not his own blood, it's little blood. Just when Roland's sword was issued, the little boy among them suddenly ran out to block him, and then Roland's sword opened a big hole from the back to the chest with the knife, and then there was no momentum left. Pushing her all the way to Asa's face, Roland stabbed Asa's chest with his blood-covered palm.

Roland unbelievably twirled Xiaoji on his arm, which seemed like something she should never be able to do with such a smart and rational mind. Even she was a little surprised, rationally speaking, she knew that Wang herself should never block this, and even if she did, it would be useless. But when she saw Roland's final sword stabbing at Asa, who was covered in scars and blood and stood still like a puppet, she jumped out before she could reason.

No matter how rational a woman is, she is still a woman. This is the sorrow of women, but also the greatness of women.

"Wake up, I beg you, wake up..." Through the big hole in her chest, Roland could clearly see behind him, and she tried to raise her **** hand, Holding the poisoned Asa's dumb face, he looked at him stupidly and sadly, tears mixed with the blood on his face and flowed down together.

Blood splashed into Asa's empty eyes, turning the entire emptiness into blood red, and in the middle of the blood red emptiness, there was only a tear-stained face. Two deep bone wounds and blood stains all over his face, but what was reflected was as clear and desolate as a piece of ice water, helpless and desperate.

Her voice gradually weakened, and her tears-filled eyes were dry and could no longer support them. They were slowly closing, but they seemed reluctant to close them. He tried his best to look at Asa one more time, and still held Asa's face in his hands. Muttering in his mouth: "Wake up quickly. I beg you..."

Finally, her eyes couldn't bear it anymore and closed, but there was still a last line of tears flowing from inside, and the hand holding Asa finally dropped.

Suddenly, Asa's face twitched. Something seemed to burn in the originally hollow and oily pupils.

Hot, hot, the blood splashed on his body mixed with his blood that was about to dry up, making him feel like he was going to burn, and even the emptiness in his consciousness turned red and hot , It was so hot that it was blood red.

It's not just the burning from the outside to the inside, but also the burning pain from behind the emptiness, from the depths, from the emptiness itself.

Boom, a blood-red flame burst out from his body, and the ground blood merged with his blood. It really burned up on the body surrounded by black breath. The scorched black aura swirls around him like crazy, Xiaodi's body is wrapped in it, and disappears without a sound.

The fiery red of blood is so bright and bright, only life, only the burning of life can have such a color. Hot, hot, this heat, this heat has burned his whole soul red, and the void that can annihilate everything is gradually softening, and a sharp and painful sting is about to pierce out from behind.

"Ah..." A shrill cry erupted from Asa's mouth. Blood-red fire and ethereal black rolled around him frantically.

Roland also disappeared in the red and black waves. His palm did hit Asa's chest, but it was limited to hitting. The body that was full of scars seemed to be shattered at any time, but now it was unimaginably firm, and the sword energy of the novel of splitting mountains and rocks could not even break through the skin, not only could it not be broken, it was even impossible to retract, just like suddenly Same as above. The red and black waves were just a tumbling, he didn't even have time to make a scream, but he was completely submerged in it and disappeared

Asa's cry was gradually changing from mournful to empty again, and then stopped. The black breath spread into his eyes, wiping away the blood red bit by bit. The black star's sword body has almost completely merged with the hilt, only the cracks on the top are changing from big to big, and when the cracks completely disappear, it is time for the complete King of Undead to appear.

The red fire and the black emptiness burned more vigorously and more intensely, and Asa's figure was no longer visible.

Talis was completely stunned, only tears kept streaming, she couldn't even get close, she could only watch all this in despair. It seems that there is no other way, and the next thing is that Asa will be twisted into pieces by the black and red fierceness, or he will become the truly complete king of the dead.

There is another person, and there is another person watching all this, but he will never and never just watch, no matter how serious the injury is, how hopeless the situation is, he cannot just watch.

Gelu's hands can hardly be regarded as hands anymore, these pair of works of art originally created by the heavens to perfectly express the meaning of life through power are now just blurred flesh and bones. Even though his expression didn't show the slightest faltering, no sign of frustration or failure, rigidity, resoluteness, fierceness, bravery...all the concepts that represent this kind of meaning can be strengthened a hundred times and cannot describe his aura. one percent.

For the strongest person, the strongest point is always the spirit and will, or the soul. He plunged into the red and black waves around Asa.

The light of fighting spirit has disappeared, and he squeezed, bumped, and rushed inside with this body, and the places on his body were melted by the red flames and black breath. He finally rushed in front of Asa, waved Put your fist away.

The fragmented shape held by the completely cracked hand is no longer the invincible and strongest weapon in the world, and there is no dazzling fighting spirit, but only blood splattered all over the sky, but he struck out. He is still so determined and so angry, just because it is his fist.

"Wake me up! Bastard!"

Red and black shattered together, and this punch hit Asa's face.

With a click, Gru's fist shattered.

The strongest weapon, the most complete manifestation of power, was finally completely shattered.

Crack, Asa's head tilted, it wasn't just Gru's fist that was broken, he could clearly hear that something was broken in his brain, in his heart, in his soul. Shattered by this shattering punch.

The blood and flesh from the fist splashed all over Asadi's body, and the red fire suddenly became more intense, as if it was not blood, but oil, and the fire was not only red, but also golden and dazzling like the sun .

At this moment, under the flames, even the aura of the Black Star was covered. This fire not only burns his body, but also burns and penetrates into his body, even Asa's eyes are also this dazzling sun-like flame, without the slightest black breath anymore.

"Asshole...."

This is Asa's cry, it is no longer a struggling and chaotic cry, it is not a meaningless scream, nor is it the hollow voice of the king of the undead king, it is completely his own voice. He had already fully woken up, Gru's punch, the flames ignited by the mixed blood of the three finally shattered all the darkness in his consciousness and the messy memories in his soul.

Although it was a curse, there was no anger in this voice, it was all sadness, all pain, and there was no room for any other emotions.

He saw and remembered everything that happened just now, and the sober pain even covered up the pain that was bursting all over his body, almost completely destroying his spirit.

But he knew he couldn't fall, so he raised the knife in his right hand and slashed at his left hand, which had become completely integrated with the Black Star.

He has no strength anymore, the power of the dark star has faded away, and there is no power left in his shattered body, even just raising this hand, the muscles are breaking and falling, he is using this grief, using This sorrow, with the block in front of him just now, with the feeling left by those hands on the face, with the mixed blood flowing on the body, with Lancelot, with Roland, with the one who escorted him here The sacrifice of tens of thousands of soldiers was cut down with the swing of his life.

The knife was broken, the knife that his father had cast for him, and had accompanied him through countless battles, was cut on the black arm, and it was broken like a piece of paper.

Quiet Fat, Na Qiu had been holding him all the time, the King's Ring, which should have run out of strength and should have been useless, also shattered. It seemed that just a flash of white light entered the hand and mouth.

Kapin, his hands and mouth that had grown into a loud voice were broken. The whole of her shattered into small pieces and fell from his sword drawer.

As soon as he fell, he fed the black star, and the sword hilt that was integrated with his arm was also shattered together with his arm.

It was as if the lid of the dark **** had been opened. From the shattered hilt, endless and boundless black surged away, without any sound, but it wanted to cover and swallow everything completely.

"Why didn't you kill me at the beginning of the day? You should be able to do it." Asa looked at Gru with difficulty, and asked with a wry smile. Tears gushed down from his eyes, mixing with blood.

"I said long ago~IndoMTL.com~ I won't let you die if I'm not dead." Gru looked at Asa and said lightly, although his tone was still so flat and calm, but his voice was weak , No part of his body is complete.

Talis could only run over at this time, hugging Asa and saying nothing, but desperately using white magic to heal her wounds, bursting into tears.

"Fool, I told you not to come." Asa raised his hand to touch her head, but couldn't lift it anymore. He couldn't stop his tears, and smiled bitterly. "It turned out to be such a result in the end. It should be said that we won or failed."

The black aura is still spraying, Asa turned his head to look at the aura that seemed to have opened the lid of hell, and said weakly, "But these are all unnecessary, the result is the same, the black star sword The handle has been broken, and all the breath inside is gushing out, even if you don't let me die, we have to die."

As if responding to his words, the black breath became bigger and stronger, and it was no longer spraying, but exploding.

Annihilation, devouring, this is the most original power of the Black Star, and now, they no longer have the strength to resist.

Black, everything is swallowed up by black, covering up the review, even the sky and the earth together.