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Chapter 710 The Truth of the Winding Hill
Along with the pattern covering the city lighting up, above the Central Park, streaks of purple light floated in the air, like a paintbrush drawing in the void.

"Anti-phase array? Who do you want to contact?"

Villent looked up at the sky, his face sinking like water. Although his body began to recover, he was still in a dying state and could not move much.

The so-called reverse phase array is a special method of ritual array painting. This type of array is to draw a huge basic array on the ground first. Form the magic circle that the ceremony host really needs.

The disadvantage of this kind of magic circle is that it consumes materials, the cost is huge, and it is labor-intensive.

The advantage is that the error tolerance rate is extremely high. Once it is drawn, no matter what the level of the painter is, the magic circle formed by the final inversion will generally win the favor of the gods, making the ceremony easier.

And even if part of the basic magic circle is destroyed, it will not affect the structure of the ritual magic circle after the final inversion.

The power of Winding Hill is everywhere in this city, so once the ceremony starts, if the power of Winding Hill interferes, it is possible to directly 'erase' part of the ritual circle.

The basic magic circle of a normal magic circle is the ritual magic circle, which requires high integrity. If the magic circle is destroyed during the ceremony, the ceremony will be forcibly interrupted, and the reverse phase magic circle has a fault tolerance rate, so there is no need to worry about this problem.

Of course, for He Ao, this kind of magic circle has another advantage, that is, the anti-phase magic circle does not need to draw any basic magic circle in the core area that will eventually form the real ritual magic circle.

Now the ritual circle appears above the central park, but in fact there is no basic circle painted in this park, so as to prevent Valente from noticing something is wrong and reduce the possibility of making mistakes.

In fact, the delay of these 3 minutes was not just to kill Valente, but to gain more time for drawing the basic magic circle.

He Ao's task was actually to hold Valente back so that Villente wouldn't notice the magic circle being painted, and then wait for the soldiers of the Nolanka mercenary group to finish drawing the final magic circle.

The anti-phase array was formed very quickly. While Valente was speaking, a huge purple heart-shaped pattern was outlined above the heads of the two and above the central park.

The boisterous dance music seemed to be stimulated by some kind of obvious stimulation, and became more powerful.

Under the light of this hazy purple light, some kind of desire from human instinct is about to move.

He Ao slowly raised his blood-stained hands, his old body stood tall in the silent night and the city, "I've got it,"

Villent's distorted old face turned into horrified panic at this moment.

The old voice echoed in the silent night,
"Everything in the world is nothingness, and the eternal universe returns to joy."

Initiating the communication ritual of the Witch of Desire requires extreme emotions, and even He Ao himself doesn't know what emotions he is stirring at the moment.

Maybe it's hatred, or maybe it's nostalgia.

For some reason, Kavey was sitting on the bus watching the white hair behind his head, and Jiaxi appeared in his field of vision holding up the ice cream and handing it over.

A faint smile curled up on his lips.

Vast and infinite power descends from the sky.

A graceful and hazy figure, like the most perfect figure in the world, appeared in He Ao's mind.

The moment this figure descended, its beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned.

Even across a seemingly infinite distance, it seems to be able to make people feel compassionate and full of desire.

"You colluded with the witch of desire!??"

Valente's angry roar rang in He Ao's ear, "You accepted the gift of Winding Hill, and actually colluded with the Witch of Desire! You traitor! Heretic!!! Evil betrayer!!!"

And He Ao didn't respond to him, but stared at the beautiful phantom that symbolized the witch of desire.

The reason why the Desire Witch frowned was naturally not that his identity was discovered.

Rather, it comes from the power of the winding hills.

As early as the first time he entered the Winding Hill, He Ao actually felt it.

The interior of the Winding Hills is filled with the power of another familiar god.

As he had received the lightning from the Witch of Desire, he knew very well that it was the God's punishment thunder from the Witch of Desire. The all-destroying thunder raged in the deepest part of the winding hill, trying to destroy everything in the core of the winding hill.

In fact, the pollution of the entire winding hill, the noisy dance music that evokes desire, is also mixed with the power of the witch of desire.

Obviously, the owner of the winding hill, the existence above the dead angel, does not have a good relationship with the witch of desire.

It is even possible that the owner of Winding Hill was killed by the Witch of Desire herself.

He Ao looked at the beautiful phantom, and sent his "prayer" to it.

"Ms. Desire Witch, with the help of the great God of Knowledge, the great existence standing on the Eternal Winding Hill is about to return. I now clearly warn you that your death is coming.

"If you don't want to be skinned and cramped by our great existence, quickly show your sincerity, and your weak little body that everyone knows can also be taken out. Our winding hills are in need of fresh sacrifices to revive. Hope you are doing well!"

Silence, silent silence.

The whole world seemed to have fallen into an eerie darkness.

Even Valente's roar became dumb. He looked at the sky in fear, and the pressure from his soul made him tremble unconsciously.

He didn't know what Howo had done, but he knew that some horrible incomprehensible, unseen existence was trying to descend.

In the next second, above the ritual circle formed by the radiance, under the valley hanging upside down in the sky, the dim void suddenly rippled like water waves.

Countless purple radiance overflowed from this rippling void, like a round of brilliant sun gathering in the sky, and finally the purple sun suddenly shrank.

An illusory and beautiful figure appeared in the air.

No one can tell his gender, and no one can see his appearance clearly, but everyone understands at this moment,

This is the most perfect 'beauty' in the world, regardless of gender.

People in the city didn't see Him, but everyone's hearts were throbbing at this moment.

And this perfect figure looked down at He Ao on the ground. At that moment, the flesh and blood on He Ao's body exploded, and countless blood stained him like a red-purple blood man.

But He didn't do anything else, but looked up at the sky, at the overhanging hill.

Endless purple thunder exploded around him, turning into a surging sea of ​​thunder, passing through the void, and accurately falling into the hills.

The huge and illusory hill trembled violently at this moment, and countless hills rose and fell, turning into lines and entangled with the thunder.

The distorted pollution rampaged in He Ao's mind, trying to tear his body apart, distort his will, and make him prostrate at the feet of that unrespectable existence in the sky.

This is a projection of a god in full bloom, with just one look, it carries the power to destroy everything.

But He Ao didn't fall down, he turned around staggeringly, and walked to Villent's side step by step.

He just watched the old man calmly, and before he spoke, he slowly turned his head to make him look at the sky.

Valente seemed to be still planning to scold him for colluding with the Witch of Desire, but suddenly heard a slow and old voice in his ear, "Do you want to know the truth about Winding Hill?"

Then a bloody arm pointed to the sky.

Valente was taken aback, and looked in the direction the arm was pointing.

Under the huge sea of ​​purple thunder, those originally illusory hills evaporated like boiling water falling into a flame, revealing something deeper inside.

That is the core of the winding hills, a place that Valente has never reached.

That was the knowledge given to him by the winding hills, where the corpse of that high-ranking being should be stored, with the hope of being promoted to an angel.

But at this moment, with the help of his connection with the Winding Hill, under the purple thunder that destroyed everything, he could 'see clearly' the original appearance there.

It was empty there.

Only the purple thunder that seemed to have been there since ancient times destroyed everything endlessly.

Yeah, he should have found out.

Since he could find the information about the winding hills left by the predecessors, in the ancient cataclysm era, wouldn't there be no crazy people who did the same thing as himself?
Things have already been taken away?

No, after coming into contact with the winding hill, everyone seems to have never doubted what is inside, and the winding hill has been attracting people to make sacrifices, but those who made the sacrifices have nothing to say.

This in itself is a kind of 'pollution' that affects cognition.

I'm afraid that there was nothing in that towering hill from the very beginning. This huge hill was just an empty shell, an empty shell deliberately disguised by a high-ranking being to deceive people who came later.

So what he has been pursuing is such an empty shell?

He didn't feel sad, he just wanted to laugh, laugh out loud.

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The old and hoarse laughter echoed in the endless darkness, under the overhanging hills and the phantoms of gods that cannot be seen.

After the Witch of Desire descended, the purple thunder engulfed the Winding Hill, and lost the infusion of Winding Hill's power, Valente's aura has declined, and death is approaching step by step.

At this moment, He Ao put his blood-stained palm on the wound on his chest.

A certain kind of huge attraction overflowed from He Ao's palm, gathering the extraordinary in his blood, and then poured into He Ao's body.

This is a kind of mutual attraction between talent sequences of the same path.

It's like the auxiliary materials can attract the talent sequence from the body of the dead, but the attraction of this absorption is greater and stronger.

However, this doesn't seem to be the attraction of the low-level talent sequence to the high-level talent sequence, but rather like a certain high-level talent sequence's 'absorption' of the power of the same path.

He didn't mobilize his strength to resist He Ao's absorption.

He just turned his head and looked at He Ao beside him, "It turns out...it turns out..."

The thunder that filled the sky enveloped everything.

When the upside-down hills in the sky finally began to shatter, the illusory beauty slowly turned her head and looked at the central park of the city below her.

Huge thunder waves fell from the sky, enveloping the entire park.

The chessboard that was quietly placed beside it shook, and the white king trembled and fell off the edge of the board.

In the next second, Thunder swept across, devouring the chessboard and the only black rook left on the chessboard.

Swallowed everything in Central Park.

boom--

After losing the host of the ceremony, the ritual circle in the sky collapsed.

Without the host of the ceremony as the coordinates for positioning, the illusory phantom of perfection also dissipated little by little.

He has been staring at the ground under his feet, staring at the nothingness after the thunder raged.

The flickering purple thunder gathered in front of him, but eventually disappeared along with his figure.

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San Jon City·South Gate
The majestic radiant giant sword chopped off the flying mech at the waist, and a figure pierced through the flames like a gust of wind, flew towards the man behind the flames, and chopped off with a single blow.

Bran glanced up, the dagger in his hand drawn into a rapier and held above his head.

boom--

Accompanied by a loud roar, the radiant giant sword slashed on the rapier, knocking half of Bran into the ground.

Immediately, the radiance dissipated, revealing a giant sword, and the appearance of Fez in torn clothes behind the giant sword.

"Fith, I haven't seen you for so many years, but your strength has become so strong?"

And the condition of Bran who blocked Fith's sword was much worse than Fith's. His whole body was covered with large and small wounds, and his body was stained red with blood overflowing with yellow brilliance.

"Because I've been on the right path."

Fez raised his giant sword and slashed horizontally.

Bran held the rapier upright in front of him, took another sword abruptly, and flew out along the ground, crashing into dozens of giant trees encircling him behind him.

The two of them are no longer in the city.

After realizing that Fez was stronger than he expected, in order to prevent Fez from going to the central park to interfere with the ceremony, Bran chose to fight and retreat, lured Fez to the south gate, and then let the mercenaries who controlled the south gate open the door, Lead Fez out of the city.

Seeing the figure of Bran staggering up from the ground, Fith rushed over with a huge sword in his hand, "Bran, it's still too late to surrender."

Bran looked up at the city behind Fez, glanced at the upside-down hill in the sky, raised his sword and fought with Fez, "Fate will favor us!"

And the moment he finished speaking, the two of them had a thought at the same time, stopped their hands, separated, and looked at the city behind them.

A vast and terrifying pressure came from the center of the city, followed by purple thunder that covered the entire overhanging hill.

Bran's face changed, and he realized something instantly.

But Fith continued to take a few steps back, widening the distance from Bran, holding a giant sword, and sighing softly, "Bran, surrender."

Countless lights lit up from the depths of the forest, and figures covered in small armor appeared around.

In the east city and the north city, the support of the Nolanka mercenary group is about to arrive, so Bran can only lure him to the south city.

And he came all the way, in fact, he was half pushing and half willing.

Nolanka's miniature mechs are just right for the mountain environment, one or two may be weak, and dozens of them are ambushing here, even if it is a B-level, it will have some impact.

So he arranged for a mecha troop early on, with an extra energy battery, to travel through the mountains and forests, and ambush here.

Bran thought he was lured here, but in fact he just fell into his trap.

"I see!"

Bran gave a wry smile, he didn't look at the flying mechs around him, but at the purple thunder that was gradually destroying the hill.

Then he looked down at the rapier in his hand, "It turns out that fate has never favored us."

With the sword in front of him, under Fez's vigilant gaze, he suddenly retracted and cut his own neck.

The blood was splashed on the green leaves and soaked in the soft soil.

"Ugh."

Fez looked at the body that fell on the ground and sighed softly.

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