Douluo: Peerless Blood Angel

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Wang Donger stared blankly up at the sky covered by a pale golden barrier. In the air, she could still smell the faint smell of blood and the burnt smell of rainbow light burning the air.

There is also a bit of fishy smell from the wreaking havoc of the spirit beasts.

She looked down at her bloodstained chest again, where there was still a hint of burnt flesh due to the light blade piercing it. She didn't know whether it was the smell of burnt flesh and blood or some other smell that was trying to get into her nose.

She is not dead, there is no wave of extremely ferocious soul beasts around her, there are no evil soul master twin sisters with false smiles on their faces, there is no...

That familiar yet hated silver-haired figure.

She wasn't even floating on the lake, but was lying on a piece of rotten wood that had been moved from nowhere.

The sky is still blue, just like the color of her hair, and the lake is still blue, with sparkling waves, just like countless elders in the Haotian Sect told, she has never seen it but longs for it. Like the sea.

She is still alive.

Everything is like a nightmare.

Shrek was attacked like a dream, the rainbow light coming from the distance was like a dream, the beast tide that suddenly appeared out of nowhere was like a dream, the light blade that pierced the chest...

like a dream.

She should still be wandering around Shrek City irritably, followed by the elders in the Haotian Sect who took the trouble to persuade her; she should be planning to enter that small courtyard again, using disgusted words to persuade the silver-haired boy to find an opportunity to escape from Shrek City. Lake.

She will help him and he will not bow his head.

How could he bow to the hatred between Wuhun Palace and Shrek that spread thousands of years ago?

How could such a person who needs to squint his eyes every day to cover up the pride in his golden pupils lower his head?

If she bows her head, she, Wang Donger, will no longer be the person she likes.

So, everything seems like a dream.

This is really worthy of joy, I am so happy that I almost cry.

Then she actually cried.

She lowered her head silently, covered her face with her hands, her shoulders shook violently, and her hair spread out, covering her expression like a blue ocean, making people feel confused and frustrated.

On the empty lake, only a piece of rotten wood was left, and a girl's sobs were heard.

This is really a dream. In the dream, there are beautiful colleges, harmonious classmates, best friends who quarrel, and a boy who has a crush...

Wang Donger gently covered the blood on his chest with his palm. It no longer hurt, as if the light blade piercing his chest was just a dream. It was really just light, passing through the body easily without leaving any trace.

But it was so itchy, as if the wound was healing. There should be something inside the punctured wound - it was a piece of metal, she could feel it.

A piece of metal with strong vitality is like that person's heart of stone.

It really hurts too.

Even crying can't make it any better.

This is not a dream after all.

Tears drew arcs from her cheeks and dripped onto the lake, creating little ripples.

So she began to slide her hands on the water with tears. She didn't know what the murderer's purpose was, but after several years of getting along with him, she knew very well that it was not over yet.

That was a person who had a strong purpose in everything he did. He would not catch her on the lake just to leave a scar on her, to show his hard-heartedness, and to perform the so-called "cutting off the bond".

He's not that...

Second grade, that should be the word.

So she needs to inform those who can still take charge, inform those who have the ability to stop him - this is what he has always told her - great love is ignored by no one, and small love is moved by itself.

Crying or being angry just because of your own emotions will ruin the overall situation. It is just packaging cowardice and evil deeds in the name of love to achieve ridiculous self-satisfaction.

At least inform others to be prepared.

The soul beasts and evil soul masters have already evacuated, so there must be something more terrifying that makes them have no choice but to retreat.

She, Wang Donger, is not stupid.

The distance that could be traversed easily in the past, and Poseidon Lake, which I had never cared about, now seemed so long.

She rowed and rowed, trying hard to mobilize the soul power that seemed to be squeezed out of her body, and tried her best to move towards the pale golden light.

Then she raised her head blankly.

Soul power was still surging in the sky, and the lights representing powerful soul skills were still flying around each other. Their light was far brighter than the previous moment.

it's dark.

The sparkling lake surface also turned dark, and there were raging waves.

There was a frightening chill floating in the air through the lake water, drilling into her body along the wounds, and a sharp pain as if her soul was being torn suddenly ignited from unknown corners of her body...

Wang Donger lowered his head subconsciously, and the wound covered in blood was reflected in his pink-blue eyes. It was now glowing with a bright green light, like the embodiment of life, but suddenly brightened in the light that represented life. There was a trace of gray.

An inexplicable fear gripped her heart fiercely.

No, it was not fear, but some unknown energy. It was like walking in a mass grave on a moonless night in the middle of the night. Thousands of pale ghosts seemed to appear in front of her eyes.

These ghosts were following that gray trail, starting from her heart, and constantly impacting her soul.

She seemed to have a premonition of her own end - like those corpses still floating on the lake.

Boom!
As if the echo from the depths of his soul shattered the grinning ghost in front of him, Wang Donger knelt down on the wooden board, his face still blank.

In the end what happened?
A sea-blue light lit up behind her, with the smell of warmth and sunshine, dispelling the gloomy ghosts in front of her.

It was a man who looked very beautiful and gentle. His long blue hair, which had been dragged to the ground, was like an ocean current. He also had an appearance that made Wang Donger feel ashamed, and the majestic shoulders under that appearance, And a figure that can be described as a sturdy figure...

Vaguely, Wang Donger felt something - a feeling that made her unable to help but get close to him, and made her want to cry like a child in the arms of the shadow behind her.

So she really stretched out her hand, trying to grab the hand that looked like Wuhun Xuying.

The male figure was holding a trident like a scepter, and the smile on his face became more and more kind.

But at the next moment, Wang Dong'er retracted her hand as if she was electrocuted. The pink-blue eyes that looked at the man's shadow were no longer full of admiration, but fear from the depths of her soul! !
The nearly exploding brain reminded her that the person in front of her might have done something quite terrifying to her!
In the blink of an eye, the dispelled gray mist came up again and surrounded Wang Dong'er in the center.

In other words, the shadow of the man who existed like a martial spirit was surrounded in the center.

They revealed rotten faces, with white bones sticking out from the blue shadow in the center, either cursing, ridiculing, or laughing...

Wang Donger finally realized that there was indeed an inexplicable terror, but it was not because of these wandering ghosts, but because of the god-like phantom in front of him.

Compared with the phantom of the man in front of him, those rotten faces looked so amiable.

Perhaps the siege by the ghosts was too continuous, or it could be for some other reason. The face of the ghost that resembled a martial spirit finally showed a look of pain, and a blood-red gap opened in the sea-blue light surrounding its body. , the gray track spreads in following the blood color.

In an instant, what was reflected in Wang Donger's frightened eyes was no longer a god-like shadow, but a...

A monster that I don’t know how to describe.

It is like a tree, covered with lines of blood and gold. The branches, which are like some kind of rotten tentacles, are hung with tissues that look like biological skin and flesh. Blue-gold leaves are hanging one after another. They have opened or... Blood-red eyes filled with malice, greed, or desire...

It kept switching between a human and a tree-shaped monster, with eight pairs of extremely brilliant blue-gold wingspan appearing from behind, but in the next second, it turned into eight pairs of pustules covered with maggots, like spider legs. A hideous thing.

The roots of the spider's legs seemed to be bound to eight struggling souls, revealing faces filled with pain - three of the faces Wang Dong'er didn't recognize, one face that was charming and heart-warming even if it was struggling, and one face that was charming and heart-warming even if it struggled. The baby's face resembles a certain type of rabbit animal, with three prominent lips...

But vaguely, except for that charming female face, she felt that everything was familiar.

But Wang Donger recognized the remaining five faces. They were the statues that used to be at the Shrek gate. They were the geniuses who were revered as the Shrek Seven Monsters.

Even though their faces were covered with bulging pustules, and the black bristles penetrated the pustules, they were still so clear.

There is no greater horror in the world than this.

Wang Donger fainted again, saying that she failed to pass.

……

"What the hell is that?!"

The blazing flames flew up and down in the air, along with the creepy evil intentions, the overwhelming darkness, the whale songs resounding in the sky, and the rough waves...

The combination in the air creates the most unprecedented battlefield in the world, and it is also the most difficult to enter the fight.

Eight extreme Douluo, digital super Douluo...

Perhaps the battle between the three gods ten thousand years ago was not so fierce.

The one who dominates the battlefield is the middle-aged man with black hair and golden eyes who appears midway. The fluctuations and cracks in the space can be seen with his wave of hands. He carries great power, but the expression on his face is just relaxed and freehand, as if he is in front of him. The other seven Extreme Douluo were just playing like babies even when they exhausted all their strength.

Yes, seven.

Di Tian, ​​who is revered as the Beast God by billions of soul beasts, actually has seven opponents - or a chaotic battle is more appropriate.

The battlefield was actually divided into three parties with clear flags: Di Tian was on one side, the Holy Spirit Sect was on the three extreme side, and Shrek was on the four extreme side...

The three Ultimate Douluo of the Holy Spirit Sect spent most of their time besieging Shrek with Di Tian, ​​but occasionally they would try to trick Di Tian for a while - because one of them was crazy and thought everyone in the world should die.

Now she is so angry that she beats anyone she sees.

Not to mention that the Demon King actually doesn't have much favorable impressions of the vicious beasts of the Star Dou Forest series.

Ditian...

Di Tian didn't care even more. Except for the Demon Emperor, everyone's colorful soul rings seemed to be dancing back and forth on his face - they were all human beings.

So every move he made was a group attack that enveloped everyone.

Hitting one is still a hit, hitting four is still a hit, hitting seven is still a hit...

Anyway, it doesn't make much difference to him.

——They really didn’t have any secret talks or contact before the raid on Shrek, so they ended up fighting like this.

Therefore, the flames flying up and down may seem huge and cover the entire battlefield, but in fact they are more like atmosphere groups.

Yan Shaozhe and Xuanzi were back to back and glanced coldly towards the center of the battlefield.

He could only try his best to look at the murderer in the center of the battlefield who seemed to be wearing an ocean once in a while. He spent more time facing his former colleagues - they were not the only elders of the Moon family in Shrek, and they were not the only ones. Several super Douluo.

What's more, there is a group of evil soul masters nearby who are like mad dogs and will beat anyone they see. The same is true for these remnants of the Moon - they may still spare their hands when beating their former colleagues. Beating the evil soul masters is really an exciting greeting - —They really didn’t communicate before the attack.

Even if normal people really reach cooperation with the evil soul master, they wouldn't believe it, right?

"Why did you betray Shrek?!" An old man's loud questioning voice reached Yan Shaozhe's ears.Yan Shaozhe followed the voice and looked, stunned. It was Wan Lao, Mu En's former junior brother.

"You can ask our new Poseidon Pavilion Master, who is the teacher...!!" A rebuttal sounded immediately, coming from Xian Lin'er.

But Yan Shaozhe stretched out his hand and stopped Xian Lin'er.

There are not many Shrek who actually participated in this rebellion. One Xuanzi, one Xian Lin'er, and himself - not everyone has the courage to be an enemy of Shrek and the past.

"Old saying, what can't you say to me, brothers, who have spent half your life? Shrek, which you have devoted most of your life to, is going to be ruined like this?!" Not everyone was angry, there were still people. Begging.

That's a lot of money, and it really takes a lot of determination and courage to be the enemy of your past self.

Yan Shaozhe looked at the center of the battlefield. He might have something to explain, but he didn't want to explain. Apart from the evil soul masters with abnormal minds, who else is really a fool who can appear on the battlefield?
How Moon died didn't really need to be said, but they were still divided into two camps.

So there really is no need to explain anything.

Yan Shaozhe turned his gaze again and looked at Poseidon Island, which was shining brightly in the suddenly dark night. Viewed from this height, it looked like a half-buttoned bowl, lying quietly on the earth, as if A paradise - a paradise that he spent most of his life, an old man's life, building.

"What the hell is that?!" More than one person followed his gaze, and someone exclaimed.

He saw the phantom switching between monster and god.

"Is this the Poseidon? The Poseidon we have worshiped all our lives?" He suddenly wanted to laugh.

Then he really laughed.

With great ridicule and hatred.

The bright flames in the sky suddenly changed and became no longer bright. They merged with the night. They were still flames, but they carried frightening hatred and evil intentions.

It seemed like the fury from the underworld.

The black flames fell to the ground, searching for the corpses and living people. After screaming, they returned to the body of the black Phoenix with the resentment and life of the dead.

"Shaozhe, you..." Xuanzi looked at his friend in fear.

Betrayal is betrayal, what you did is incredible.

Yan Shaozhe did not answer his desire, and turned into a black stream of light, quickly crossing the sky.

"With all the water from the five lakes and three rivers, you can't even repay the kindness of one life with an inch of grass!" He easily grabbed Qian Duoduo's throat. The junior brother who could go back and forth with him in the past is not the enemy he is now.There was still a certain anger on his face, "Do you understand!!!"

Then he knocked the person in his hand down hard!
boom!
An earthquake-like explosion echoed between heaven and earth.

There are some, there are others - the pale golden paradise exploded like broken crystal.

"I never owe Shrek anything, I only owe Teacher." Yan Shaozhe looked at Poseidon Island, which was no longer protected, with an expression neither sad nor happy.

The wave of soul beasts that had stopped once again surged towards the isolated island that had not yet set foot.

"What did the Holy Son say?" Wu Yun looked up at the battlefield in the sky and asked.

"Blackening is ten times stronger." Wu Yu replied with a smile.

"Whitewash the weak three points." Wu Yun took up the topic.

Then their eyes all turned to the slim figure with purple hair in front of them. She was holding a violin and playing selflessly.

"Let's go. After playing outside for several years, it's time for him to come back." She finally put down the instrument in her hand and walked slowly toward the inner courtyard.

"Yes, Your Highness the Saint." The twins bent down together.

After entering, I discovered that the violin in the hands of the graceful figure were two long swords with strange shapes.

Whale songs resounded in the night sky, and tens of thousands of people prayed and chanted from the center of the lake.

The wave of soul beasts branched out at the three of them.

One flows this way, one flows that way.

……

The whale songs are mixed in with the waves of prayers, which are as depressing as the lines that are about to collapse at any time in this sea-blue space.

A blue-gold trident pattern flashed on Munn's forehead.

He felt like he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it.

"It's hard to fall asleep at night, what can be anesthetized.

There are too many emotions, how can I face them.

It's not that I don't want you to accompany me, there are some things you can't understand.

Let go of your defenses and follow alone.

I want a space of my own..."

The indescribable song rang out again, coming from the red-haired woman on the high platform. She kept looking at the man with a complexion on her side - sloppy, thick-lipped, a man who looked a bit wretched.

But the red-haired woman's eyes wanted to merge with the man.

Moon felt that he should have forgotten something, he should be disgusted...

What is the emotion of disgust?
He can't remember.

Then just pray, pray to the gods.

So Munn lowered his head, and the trident on his forehead became even more dazzling.

There was a faint wail echoing in my ears, and a beast's roar lingering in my mind.

The old man felt that he should do something, but he couldn't think of anything, so he stopped thinking.

What is more important than praying to God?
The sea-blue light on his forehead was so dazzling that it almost affected his vision, and his almost completely void body was a clear proof of his piety.

The wails and curses in his mind grew louder.

He really should do something.

In a daze, he looked at his palms, which were like dead branches, always closed.

A gray light that is incompatible with this blue space comes into view.

He should do something, he really should do something.

He remembered.

This is a beacon, a beacon left to him by a silver-haired boy who was blessed by great luck and always caused him trouble, in the vast forest.

How to use this beacon, the boy didn't say, he just turned into a golden bird and flew into the boundless sky, towards the rising sun.

He had indeed forgotten many things, and it was time for him to do something.

Then the old man smiled, and his face, which was full of wrinkles and almost looked like an old tree, showed a heartfelt smile.

He threw the gray light with the aura of death in his hand, using all his strength, towards the sea-blue crystal in the center of the hall, the object of their prayers.

Like a gray meteor.

"Stop him!!!" A hoarse voice suddenly sounded, coming from the high platform and from the thick-lipped man he had always felt ashamed to be with.

As if he had been given up hope, he rushed towards the gray track desperately.

It's really like a vicious dog that pounces on food.

Moon smiled even happier, and the laughter echoed in this space that seemed to collapse at any time.

Along with the vicious curses, hysterical anger echoed.

"what!!!"

A painful howl suddenly sounded, like a female voice.

"My resurrection, my throne, my god of wisdom!!!" The thick-lipped man knelt on the ground in despair, wailing uncontrollably.

It caused a lot of confusion—they were not the only ones in the space.

But in the next moment, the confusion turned into deep-seated resentment and madness. Those figures who had been praying just now, like devout believers, turned into hateful ghosts, flying back and forth in the space.

"Poseidon!!!" "Tang San, you bastard!!!"...

Countless curses and soaring resentment merged into one, creating even greater anger.

The lines that seemed to be unsustainable finally became chaotic, and the space like a temple suddenly collapsed.

"This is your god, our god?!" Munn held his stomach and laughed louder and louder. The space full of rotten meat and maggots echoed with sarcasm.

"You unfilial person!!!" The thick-lipped man who was kneeling on the ground and wailing seemed to have finally thought of revenge, struggled to get up and walked towards the laughing Munn.

Moon raised a hand and pointed behind the thick-lipped man while laughing.

He turned his head suddenly, and saw a red dragon filled with aura of decay and angry flames, opening its bloody mouth toward him.

quack~
The next moment, half of his body staggered and fell into the rotten flesh.

"...I want a space of my own..." An almost mournful song wandered in this desecrated space.

It also echoed throughout Poseidon Island.

Ma Xiaotao fiercely covered her ears, ignoring the spirit beast coming towards her face, and knelt down on the ground.

The master who laughs wantonly, the disgusting space, the wailing singing...

What exactly is this? ! ! !

"Another one who failed the sanity test..." She vaguely saw two identical women standing in front of her, as if they were double images.

"So weak..." Another identical voice echoed in my ears.

"Evil Fire Phoenix, bring back the Holy Cult. She needs to practice this scene we are accustomed to."

"Yes, Your Highness the Saint." She saw the double figure bowing to a touch of purple again.

She finally fainted.

　good night

　　
　
(End of this chapter)