Mechanical Alchemist Chapter 344: Their story ends
Qianjou had an epiphany during the battle and successfully advanced to the third level of [Rakshasa Girl].
At this moment, the six-armed Rakshasa behind her was no longer a shadow, but a gilded golden body with an angry look. When he looked closely, he saw that another three points were in vain, but they were transformed by the Gang Qi that had been condensed to the extreme. This Gang Qi was like armor, glowing with golden light one foot away from her body, and an indestructible thickness was visible to the naked eye.
Su Lun looked at it with gloomy eyes.
Whether it is Mr. Kagami or the "Sword Master" Akutagawa Ryuichi he met before, they all commented that Senjou has an almost impeccable heart in kendo, and his achievements in kendo in the future are immeasurable. Now, taking advantage of the opportunity of [Bodhizi]'s enlightenment, she has broken through the three-level talent that almost only exists in legends.
Unfortunately, this is the swan song.
As Chijo said, this is the strongest state in her life.
At this moment, she pointed her sword at the sky and called "Izanami" by her name without fear.
The sky above the head was frighteningly low, and the rolling purple-red thunderclouds seemed to be slowly sinking and rumbling, as if they were about to split the whole sky into pieces with thunder.
As soon as the majestic Rakshasa golden body appeared, even the countless demons and ghosts were shocked.
All the ghost kings looked at each other, not daring to touch their edge.
At this moment, what sounded like Sanskrit chanting suddenly rang in my ears, echoing throughout the world.
“I see the evil ghosts of all beings in hell, and the appearance of Mara. None of these appearances enter my eyes. I see the Lord of Hell, the Lord of the Yellow Spring, Lord Yama, and all the gods do not disturb my heart. Nine mountains and eight seas, no self. Continuously, I will kill all the demons and monsters. After my sword comes out, it can open mountains, cut off rivers, split seas, and kill ghosts and gods."
Before these words could be heard, a strange image suddenly appeared in the sky.
A gap suddenly opened in the thick thundercloud, and a dazzling golden Buddha light shone down from the gap. In this dark land of underworld, it seems like a golden sword is piercing down from the sky.
Wherever the Buddha's light shines, a group of evil ghosts can't avoid it, wailing in pain, and are instantly burned into ashes by the light.
That beam of light finally broke through the dirty mist and shone on Qianjiao's Rakshasa Gold.
For a time, the golden light flourished, as if a **** had descended.
As if it was the Shinto technique of "turning a word into a prophecy", the sword intent accumulated in her body was also heightened to the extreme with the chanting sound.
And the inexhaustible dark spiritual power continuously gathered in the sword, and the sword energy spilled out three hundred meters. It was as if her sword would cut into pieces with just one strike.
At this moment, an even more exaggerated scene occurred.
Looking up, a golden Rakshasa body suddenly appeared in the crack, with a majestic appearance, overlooking the entire underworld.
Suddenly, the huge golden body of Rakshasa in the sky became angry and glared at the Lord of Huangquan who was watching the battle again.
Izanami was immediately offended and cursed viciously, "You humble ant, how dare you offend a great god!"
"Humph!"
Qian Tiao shouted coldly.
It doesn’t matter whether the country leader responds or not.
Her intention to "kill the god" with this sword was determined.
However, how can those mountain spirits and ghosts tolerate a human being who offends the great king in their hearts?
How could he let Qian Jiao get past them and face their king directly?
Although they were instinctively afraid of the dazzling Buddha's light, the ghost kings from all directions shouted loudly, and the overwhelming ghost energy that had just subsided for a while suddenly boiled up again.
The black tide of ghostly energy swept away overwhelmingly,
The monstrous ghost energy is like a wave crashing on the shore, as if it wants to extinguish the Buddha's light in the sky.
But, it's too late.
The whole world is dark,
But suddenly, a beam of light lit up.
Although it is very weak,
Isolated and helpless,
But
Pierced this endless darkness!
Thousands of six-armed swords, charging towards the black ghost tide without fear, with a carefree smile on their lips: "Hahahaha Izanami, you monsters and monsters can't stop me. !"
She is like a **** of war, destroying everything she passes through, and nothing can stop her
At this moment, Senjou had already rushed in front of Izanami,
The aloof **** seemed to feel fear for the first time.
Is He God?
No!
He is far inferior!
[Fallen Angel] is a true god, and one of his limbs, how can Izanami, who looks like a **** through some means, match it?
He also felt the fear of being wiped out under the pinnacle sword of Qian Jiao.
At this moment, seeing that the ghosts in the sky could not stop the charging human being, Izanami finally took action.
He raised his hand and waved, and a strange sea of green fire appeared in front of him.
The flame seemed to be able to burn everything. Wherever it passed, mountains, rocks, grass, trees, fairies and ghosts were burned.
Qianjou still didn’t stop.
At the last moment when she rushed into the sea of green fire, she looked back and glanced into the distance.
Just looking at Su Lun from afar.
The last look back at life,
She smiled.
In Edo, the blind female violinist once predicted this scene: Senjo would go away with a sword in the sea of fire, but there was no regrets or regrets on her face
Ah!
Ah! !
Ah! ! !
Su Lun felt the pain of gouging out his heart when he looked at Qianjiao, whose body had begun to burn.
He knew that Qianjo was creating opportunities for himself.
If you don’t attract Na Izanami’s attention, no matter how powerful your life-saving means is, you can’t deceive her.
At this moment, Su Lun felt as if he was hallucinating, as if he heard the farewell words again, "Su Lun, goodbye. Live well. Don't let my death be worth it."
Su Lun immediately calmed down from the almost crazy state.
Afraid of death?
No.
Having experienced death before, he is not that afraid of death.
This life is worth it if I can die with someone who can trust me with my life.
But at this moment, the more I looked at Qian Jiao's back, the words kept repeating in my mind: "Don't make my death not worth it."
Just like Miko before him, Senjo gave up her life in the hope that Su Lun could survive.
It seemed like the devil was stunned.
This sentence kept echoing in his mind.
Why fight!
Why should I bear your lives to survive?
Su Lun was furious in his heart. He controlled the mechanical armor and charged wildly in the ghost mist tide, as if he wanted to use killing to divert the grief in his heart. He wanted to rush over and cut down that aloof **** with Qian Jiao.
But
Why,
Why can’t I do anything?
Su Lun could only watch helplessly.
The more you kill, the calmer you feel.
He suddenly stopped somewhere.
At this moment, Qian Jiao in the distance let out a loud roar, and finally unleashed the long-awaited arcane attack.
In Sensoji Temple, Su Lun once practiced swordsmanship with Senjo for a long time.
I once had a conversation like this.
"I have the strongest sword in my heart, but I can't kill it now. But in the future, I will be able to kill all the gods and demons. Su Lun, please give me a domineering name."
"The Tyrant Mad Dragon Slays?"
"Bah, how could your name be any more vulgar! Can you choose a name that sounds as nice as poetry?"
"Then it's called the dawn of the new world?"
"Okay! That's it. My sword can be seen as the 'light of dawn', a sword that brings hope to people."
""
Senjou then gave this sword a nice name, "Mystery: Dawn of the New World!"
Thousands of strips were chopped down with one sword, and the ten thousand-foot-long golden figure of Rakshasa in the sky was also chopped down at the same time.
In an instant, thunder struck down all over the sky at the same time, and the movement was exaggerated to the extreme.
Rolling thunder elements filled the entire field of vision.
This knife directly shattered the [Gate of Underworld] in the sky.
Thunder and lightning rays are connected into a network, covering up vision, perception, and energy fluctuations.
The Thunder Sea Hell Town killed almost all the ghosts and monsters that could not be avoided in the center of the battlefield. But only where Su Lun was, the thunder light lacked some power.
Suellen knew this was his only chance to survive.
This is the price of a thousand lives.
With grief in his eyes, he gritted his teeth, pinched the warlock seal, and left the cockpit of the armor.
No ghosts noticed this place, all eyes were attracted by Qian Jiao's slash.
After a loud "boom" sound.
Su Lun can no longer hear or see
I don’t know how long it took.
Su Lun woke up from his deep sleep.
He struggled and realized that he should be buried.
After a while, Su Lun's memory seemed to be connected from the "fragmented state".
"Did I survive?"
Su Lun murmured in his heart.
But I can't bring up any joy in the aftermath of the disaster.
He remembered everything.
Qianjou struck the last sword.
Su Lun didn’t see it.
He jumped into a crack in the ground, hid, and woke up now.
This is Su Lun's "sleep and suspended animation technique" that he learned from Mr. Jing. By borrowing some alchemy potions, he can put his body into a state of suspended animation without breathing and with extremely low consumption. Then there is [Oz the Iceman’s Shroud], a forbidden object that can restrain the aura. There is also a "substitute corpse" grown from his own body tissue. Several methods can block almost any perception method.
Looks like the plan worked.
He is still alive, which means that he has not been discovered by Izanami.
Su Lun struggled for a moment and untied the [Thousand Silk] Clothes. The sharp silk threads passed into the gaps in the soil and extended in all directions like roots of vegetation.
Then he felt the ground.
About ten meters.
Su Lun used silk thread to loosen the soil, like a zombie crawling out of the grave, struggling to finally breathe again.
He breathed a sigh of relief, took off the shroud on his body, and looked around.
Because of that battle, the place was devastated, the mountains and rivers were shattered, and the ground was full of cracks and cracks. What's even more terrifying is that a bottomless abyss suddenly appeared in the distance.
The shape of the abyss is very strange, it is in the shape of a "T".
The horizontal strip looks like it was burned out by flames, with obvious burn marks.
The vertical incision was very sharp, dozens of meters wide, as if it had been cut out.
Su Lun remembered that the last scene he saw was Senjo rushing towards Izanami and slashing him.
Killed?
No.
The vertical slash marks were completely blocked in front of the burning marks.
Su Lun identified the origin of the green flame at his last glance.
[Fire God Kagu Earth God True Flame]
Detailed explanation: The inextinguishable divine fire is one of the original true fires in the heavens; it is condensed from the law of death of high-level gods and the law of fire. It can burn everything; the target is endless and the flame is never extinguished.
"Even the sword energy was burned?"
Su Lun looked at the traces of the battlefield and analyzed the results.
[Fire Kagutsuchi God] is a very special existence in the Yamagakure mythology. He is the son of God born to Izanami.
But it was also because of the birth of this fire **** that Izanami was burned to death by the special flame and became the Lord of the Underworld.
The flame controlled by this **** is the original true fire that can burn the true **** to death.
"Fujiwara Hayato really found some very special treasures. Did he really find them from the Underworld?"
Su Lun thought that if it appeared in the cursed space, it would naturally be the collection of the great adventurer and writer.
Damen thought of this, and suddenly, there was a thunder in his mind!
He suddenly realized: "I understand. I finally understand what this cursed space is about!"
At the same time, in Huangquan Kingdom, in a wine shop in the ghost town.
An elegant old woman was leisurely holding a book and reading it with gusto.
The passing ghosts around her seemed to turn a blind eye, and they all ignored her existence.
As she watched, she murmured to herself from time to time.
"Gustav, you still like writing tragic endings so much. Those tragic novels you wrote had readers throwing stones and smashing the windows of your house many times. You don't know that readers don't like this kind of story. What? Why, are you still resentful that I married to the south because I obeyed my family?"
"You actually used high-level runes to really depict the appearance of gods in the book. Oh my God, your literary talent, no one in this era can match you."
"Yo? If the world is a prison, then love is the key to open the prison. You still leave some hope for those wonderful loves."
""
She saw the final ending in the book, which said: "Su Lun survived after all. He absorbed a lot of ghost energy. His law of death has exceeded the upper limit of the law of death contained in space. He saw the world. The truth."
This is an unfinished book.
But the story ends here.
When the old woman saw this, she seemed to have seen a story ending that satisfied her, and she suddenly smiled: "Hey, I originally thought I would help him, but it seems I don't need to. The look in Katyusha's girl's eyes , it’s really good. I’m really looking forward to which movie that girl will end up in."
The story is still going on, but she did not continue reading.
Because the story ended here, the old woman saw the words left to her by the author: "Natasha, I can't wait for you anymore. I can only leave my story in the book. I hope you can read it one day." ”
After reading this, she smiled softly, her eyebrows were like flowers, as if she was responding to the person who wrote the pen across time, "Well, I'm here."
After reading other people’s stories, she seemed to have decided to do her own thing.
She held the novel and said to herself tenderly: "Gustave, you are no longer here, and I have also reached the end of my life. Our story has come to an end. But I also know that you must Wait for me there. When this story is opened again, our story will begin again. I am very curious, what does the me in your writing look like?"
Seeing this, the frail old man seemed to have exhausted her last bit of energy and slowly closed the thick novel.
With a girlish look of expectation, she opened the first page that no one had ever opened before and started reading from the beginning.
The beginning of the story reads: "It was a sunny morning, and I finally entered the Luying Royal Academy of my dreams. And I also met the most beautiful girl in my life."
The old man watched and watched, tears filled his eyes.
At this moment, a magical scene appeared.
The surrounding scenery began to change, as if space was distorted, and time was receding rapidly.
The age on her face changed visibly to the naked eye. The deep wrinkles gradually dissipated, and then became flat and smooth, turning into the appearance of a jade-like girl in an instant.
Her silver hair also gradually gained color, turning into a waterfall of purple wavy hair.
The shriveled and hunched figure also became plump, with bulging **** and perky buttocks, and her whole body was filled with the unique youthful beauty of a girl.
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What a gorgeous girl this is.
Once upon a time, she was this young.
The surrounding scene changed, from a ghost town to a classroom at Luying Royal Academy.
She closed her brand new notebook and heard someone saying hello.
Looking around, a young man with a sunny face stretched out his hand to her and introduced her in a friendly manner: "Hello, my beautiful deskmate, my name is Gustave, nice to meet you. My dream is to become a great writer and adventurer! Now, we are classmates."
He is not too handsome, his clothes are cheap, and his family background is not very good.
But the bright sunshine outside the window just happened to shine on his face, reflecting a pair of beautiful light blue pupils. Those eyes were very deep and pure, as if they were hiding the stars in the summer night sky.
The purple-haired girl stretched out her slender hand, responded to the aristocratic salute, and smiled brightly: "Hello, my name is Natasha."
The two hands held each other gently, feeling each other's warmth.
The first time they met, Natasha had a premonition that she was about to have a vigorous love affair.
That's it.
A text written by the author appeared in a certain notebook: "Actually, I have known for a long time that we are not suitable, but you still rejected all suitors and accompanied me through a fruitless road. Although it is not long, But I will never forget it. Natasha, I don’t have any complaints, just some regrets. It’s a pity that I met the most beautiful you when I had nothing but dreams in my life. But all my life, I am grateful to have met you. I wrote our story in a novel, so that our youth will never fade away. I will always love you Carl Gustav Jung."
The story of Gustav and Natasha, a commoner boy and a noble lady, ends here.
The end of their story in Chapter 344