Endless Debt

The ether roared and rose, and the ancient glorious power burst out from Sere's body. It had been too long since he had gone all out like this. When the full power filled his body, a long-standing familiar feeling came from Sere's heart. rising.

Just like the past reappearing, Sere once again stood on the royal city, once again facing his father as a traitor.

"It's been such a long time."

Sere whispered, and the silent alchemy matrix roared, like a rotating gear, which further drove the power of the immortal armor.

Originally, this piece of immortal armor was already on the verge of shattering in the Dawn War, and was about to turn into scrap metal. Like many people and many things in the war, it returned to the unknown dust.

At that time, Serei didn't have much attachment to this. He thought that the Dawn War would be the last battle he experienced. For this reason, Serei no longer needed this immortal armor. So in these long years, Serei He just forgot about his armor.

Sere is too naive. Although he has experienced so much, he has never truly understood that the so-called war will never end. As long as there are conflicts of wills, war will return like a curse and follow him everywhere.

Fortunately, Sai Zong recovered the broken armor for Sere, and in the following time, he forged and engraved it again, turning it into a carrier that spans time.

Sere couldn't help but sigh, "It's like a cruel prophecy."

Sai Zong predicted Sere's end. He knew that sooner or later, Sere would wear this armor again. As a messenger of war, he repaired and maintained the armor for Sere until the moment it saw the light of day again.

The prophecy became reality.

The scales seemed to have vitality, layer upon layer on Sere's body, like a large school of swimming fish, and like sharp teeth biting each other. The radiant light flowed between the gaps, and they were like molten gold. In constant changes, it is spliced ​​together with Serre's own alchemical matrix.

At this moment, the alchemical matrix broke through the limitations of the soul and body, merged with the external immortal armor, and was further expanded. At this point, Sere's power was completely strengthened, transcending the barriers of years, and was completely liberated.

The surging ether suddenly froze in mid-air, and like an illusion, these bright white powers were cast a blood-red color one after another, disintegrating into large tracts of scarlet aura, swallowing up most of the Butcher's Pit like a heavy fog. Whether it's friend or foe, it's all covered.

Sere took a deep breath and stepped forward. The scarlet breath condensed at his feet, solidifying into red crystals, holding up the ladder leading to the decisive battle.

"come!"

Sere roared loudly towards the bulging dark nothingness. The roar swept across the entire battlefield like a violent wind. Wherever it went, the scarlet breath rolled wantonly, as hot as lava and as raging as a violent wind.

The alchemical matrix triggered the secret energy, and the secret energy controlled the ether, dedicating this steady stream of power to the secret source. As a price, the secret source gave Sere the power to distort reality.

In an instant, the rolling blood collapsed rapidly and condensed into huge red crystals. They were like giant swords precipitated out of thin air, rising from the ground to cut off and tear enemies along the way, or seal them into the red crystals. .

This scene was spectacular and terrifying. Those huge crystals were like weapons from hell, breaking out of the ground in response to Sere's call.

Some night tribes struggled to escape from the crystal clusters. These glittering crystals seemed to have strange and powerful vitality, like some kind of germs that were difficult to resist.

The rich blood, with a sickening sweetness, filled the air and spread like a plague. It was thick and sticky, like a ghost in the dark night, cold and cunning.

"Ah...ah..."

Painful gasps continued to sound from Ye Clan's throat. His wounds seemed to be cursed by evil power. Large chunks of crystals drilled out of his body, piercing his wounds as if they were alive. The skin, crushing his bones, every time the crystal drilled out was a severe torture.

Like the torment of torture, one after another screams were heard. It was obvious that not only the Night Clan was the one who suffered such torture, but all the lives enveloped in blood would suffer this severe punishment.

Soon, Ye Clan could no longer run. His joints were filled with crystals, and his ligaments and tendons became riddled with holes. More and more crystals precipitated, and his body became heavier. At the same time, At the same time, the blood in his body also evaporated rapidly, as if becoming the nourishment for these red crystals.

Almost within a few seconds, Ye Clan's body was swollen into a weird deformity by these crazy growing crystals, and his body was completely torn apart by the sharp blade growing from the inside.

Ye Clan's eyes were full of fear and unwillingness. He watched his body twist and deform under the erosion of the crystal, and watched his life force being swallowed up bit by bit. He wanted to struggle and resist, but the next second, the red crystal It pierced his eyeballs, occupied his eye sockets, and bloomed with crystal-clear bloody flowers.

At this moment, the red crystal completely occupied Ye Clan's body, swallowing up his last vestige of life. The crystallized body collapsed, and after a crisp sound, it shattered into crystal fragments on the ground.

The mournful sound surrounding the Butcher's Pit gradually stopped, and the crisp sound of breaking came like a torrent, as if thousands of pieces of glass were shattered here.

Serei walked through the crystals all over the ground, and every fragment reflected his posture. In the Dawn War, Serei went a little too far. He not only destroyed the Eternal Night Empire, but also destroyed many things about Eternal Night. The empire's records were burned to the ground.

Even though people in later generations conducted a lot of research, some things still became mysteries of history, and only those survivors of the Dawn War still vaguely remember them.

They are the only ones who still remember that in addition to the eldest son of the Night King and the lord of the Night Clan, Sere also has another bloodthirsty and terrifying identity.

executioner.

Thousands of red crystals stood proudly like a victorious king, shining with a cold and satisfied light, while the rich blood continued to permeate the air, declaring its absolute dominance over the blood.

Secret Energy: The Prison of Ningxing.

This ancient secret power allows Sere to control the blood within the field and condense them into crystal clusters that grow wantonly. Compared with today's secret power, the nature of this power is undoubtedly too simple, but from now on From the perspective of the Night Clan, anything related to blood will become a sharp knife piercing their weaknesses.

In an instant, the noise in the Butcher's Pit became much quieter. A large number of bloodthirsty people and night tribes turned into towering crystal sculptures under the suppression of Serre. Even if the flesh-and-blood plague spreads, these ever-spreading germs will The species and spores were also suppressed by the red crystals and were firmly bound in place.

The collapse of reality has made Sere's connection with the secret source even closer, and the immortal armor provides him with all-round amplification. With such power, Sere seems to overturn the entire battlefield.

Seeing this scene, the undead people raised their arms and shouted wildly. They could not understand the dispute between the Bureau of Order and the Disobedient Royal Court, let alone the grudge between Sere and the darkness. The undead people were simply awakened and sent to This started a bloody fight.

These crazy guys only have the carnival of blood in their minds, which is nothing but good and evil, and has nothing to do with right or wrong. They only cheer for the strong and for killing.

Sere was not affected by these cheers. He knew very well that his seemingly terrifying offensive was just to clear out some weeds, and his real opponent had not yet shown his complete posture.

"Sere..."

A hoarse and deep voice came from the dark void. As the etheric world and the material world gradually overlapped, the Night King's overflowing power became stronger and stronger.

Sere looked up at the darkness and nothingness with a solemn expression, and he understood that when the overlap of the etheric realm spreads to the Origin Tower, the Night King will briefly escape from the trap, and that will be the darkest moment of this war.

"never mind."

Serei suddenly shook his head, with a helpless smile on his face, "Don't think about what's going to happen next, let's think about what's going to happen in the next five minutes first."

While talking to himself, Sere held his breath, and then, just as he expected, the suppressive force from the depths of his blood erupted from Sere's body like a wild beast, and they bit him. consciousness, tearing apart one's own body.

Uncontrollable severe pain erupted, as if someone had grasped his heart with great force, squeezing it into filthy blood bit by bit. It was also as if Sere himself was trapped in the prison of coagulation, and the blood in his body turned red. Crystals burst out of the body.

Sere's eyes widened and his body bent uncontrollably. He opened his mouth wide and retched in vain. His saliva mixed with blood dripped all over the floor.

Blinking in a daze, this was not the power of darkness and nothingness, but the suppressive power derived from the blood of the Night Clan.

The Night King is the source of all the blood of the Night clan. He is a dictatorial tyrant who sits on the throne of eternal night. Even if Sere is his eldest son, he must bear the cruel oppression when he disobeys the Night King.

Fortunately, the Night King has turned into a scourge in this world. With his incomplete mind and the nobility of Sere's bloodline, this suppressive power is not enough to completely dominate Sere. This is why Sere dares to face the Night King. One of the chips.

Extreme pain lingered in Sere's mind, but it was not enough to defeat him. Sere raised his head and shouted.

"Why not submit to death? Father."

The Night King didn't respond. All he had was hatred for Sere. Even if he was exposed to the sun for seven cycles, he still couldn't get rid of this hatred.

Without any warning, Sere stepped forward, and the power of the extreme burst out, shattering the surrounding red crystals. The Night King also launched an offensive. The dark void was like a turbulent ocean, with turbulent waves, rushing towards Sere.

Almost instantly, Sere was enveloped in absolute darkness. He did not panic, and his mind remained absolutely rational.

Sere had imagined another confrontation with the Night King, and had also deduced the strengths and weaknesses of each other. If the Night King had not degenerated into the evil of this world, then all he could use was the ancient alchemical matrix that was far more backward than Sere , but at the same time, the Night King will also maintain absolute sobriety and reason.

It is always difficult to fight against rational enemies. Fortunately, the Night King is not sober at the moment. He has completely degenerated into the evil of this world and turned into a crazy and evil monster. But at the same time, the Night King himself alchemizes The gap in the matrix is ​​also made up by the power of the devil.

Although Bologger risked his life and told many descriptions of the Night King's power, the feelings brought by words were ultimately shallow, and what awaited Threi was still darkness and unknown.

Chill spread throughout Sere's body, completely enveloping him.

What appeared in front of him at this time was boundless darkness, like a huge void, which completely submerged Sere's cognition, making it impossible for him to discern the direction and see everything in front of him clearly.

Sere felt like he was alone in this dark surge, his heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably, and every beat was like a crazy drumbeat, echoing in his ears.

His breathing was rapid, every time he inhaled he felt like he was struggling in a dark ocean, and every time he breathed out he felt like he was declaring war on the endless darkness.

"come!"

Sere waved his ether and roared towards the darkness.

He couldn't hear his own roar, but he was sure that he actually shouted it.

The ether turned into a storm, rushing in all directions. In the absolute darkness, Sere couldn't find a target to hit, so he completely burned the darkness.

But no matter how hard Serre worked, the amount of individual ether was still too little. Facing this darkness with the power of the devil, Serre acted like a fool, trying to fill the sea.

The heartbreaking pain hit him again. Sere was hit by some force, but in the turbid darkness, he couldn't see his body clearly, let alone the injuries and the things that attacked him.

Sere felt as if his flesh and blood had been torn apart by an irresistible force, and ferocious blood holes appeared on his body one after another. Then these blood holes seemed to come alive, squirming violently, and every wound was Twitching in pain, Sere's body was riddled with holes in the darkness in an instant.

This is absolute darkness and nothingness, and naturally there is no blood that can crystallize Sere. The ether that vents wantonly cannot find a target to kill, and can only passively bear the pressure.

In pain, Sere couldn't help but wonder, how did Nathaniel survive the Night King's attack? Is the generation difference in the alchemical matrix so important?

It is indeed very important. The complex characteristics of the alchemy matrix allow the Condenser to handle more difficult battle situations, unlike Sere, whose strength is weakened by most of its power once faced with bloodless non-biological power.

"No... you must still have the essence of flesh and blood," Sere braced himself and endured the pain, "Is it in the Origin Tower? Is it your true body!"

The reason why Serei is called the Executioner is because of the characteristics of his secret power targeting blood. Relying on this extraordinary power, Serei can ignore the ability to regenerate and directly drain the blood of the Night Clan, causing his death. When Elsa created the blood-draining dagger, it was to imitate Serre's power.

The concentration of ether in the surroundings increased again. When Sere, another glorious person, intervened in the war, the overlapping phenomenon that was originally slow and stagnant was once again accelerated by Sere's power.

The radiant light group completely covered the Butcher's Pit, and then engulfed most of the Royal City. The Origin Tower was located on the edge of the overlap. Although it did not completely fall into the etheric realm, the crushing reality had already begun to loosen the seal of the Night King. , darkness and nothingness invaded the material world and the etheric world at the same time, and lingering clouds were brewing in the etheric world.

Sere also noticed the change in the concentration of ether, and he shouted loudly, "You still have some mental power, right?"

If the Night King really hates himself so much, with this degree of overlap, he is fully capable of breaking through the seal of the shackles and going to the Butcher's Pit to deal with himself.

But the Night King didn't do this. He still stood high on the Origin Tower, releasing the tidal darkness to engulf himself, unwilling to face himself in his true form.

The Night King is scared!

The moment the idea emerged, Sere couldn't help laughing wildly. He knew his father too well and understood the cowardice engraved in his blood.

The Night King is afraid of death, so afraid that even if he degenerates into the evil of this world, the fear of death is still buried in his underlying logic.

He is still in the Origin Tower just to prevent someone from destroying the Dark Iron Curtain and letting the sunlight shine down. He is unwilling to face Sere with his true body because he is afraid of Sere's secret power. Although the Secret Energy·Ningxing Prison is ancient and backward, it is also a rare power that can directly kill the Night Clan.

Se Lei said with a ferocious smile, "In other words, even if you become a disaster in this world, the fatal weakness of the Night Clan will still be useful to you, right?"

There was no response in the darkness, only constant corrosion.

The dark nothingness created by the Night King is like a swamp that can annihilate "existence". It does not block light and sound, but completely swallows up their existence. The same is true for the many injuries on Sere's body, which are not caused by the darkness. The cold arrow shot out, pierced through his flesh and blood, but his physical existence was being eaten away bit by bit.

Invisible maggots gnawed at Sere's flesh.

Sere still laughed silently. During the Dawn War, he didn't think he could kill the Night King, let alone now that the Night King has become a scourge in this world.

There was no need for Thrère to kill the Night King.

He just needs to stick here, use the Night King's hatred for him, tie his attention here, and share the pressure for Boluogo and others.

Bologg and the others not only possess the Light Burning and Blood-Draining Daggers, Bologg himself also has extremely strong destructive power. He might be able to directly destroy the Origin Tower and fundamentally destroy the ritual of the Dark Iron Curtain.

Just hold on.

The ether gathered together, all blessings on Sere's body. The immortal armor flashed with dangerous light, and the broken body healed itself at a high speed, canceling out the erosion of darkness.

"Elsa, I will keep my promise!"

Sere shouted that this was the oath he made when Elsa passed away, and it was also at that moment that he was protected by the devil.

Blessing and arrogance barrier instrument.

Ether emerged out of thin air, like a force from the sky, and was poured into Sere's body. Radiance and scarlet surrounded him, turning into an ominous star shining in the darkness.

As a result, reality cracked and collapsed inch by inch, spreading to the sky.

The ether ruthlessly distorted everything. In the sudden storm, two figures chased each other. Every overlap was a fatal collision, and then invisible ripples spread in all directions, shaking out the deadly vacuum area.

In the strong wind, Severin's figure appeared, and the wounds on his body opened and healed until they turned into scars that were difficult to heal and were carved on the pale skin.

He was breathing heavily, and while looking warily at the storm ahead, he also glanced at the royal city below from the corner of his eyes. It was obvious that the surprise attack by the Bureau of Order was completely beyond their imagination.

Reality gradually collapsed, as if a delicate picture was torn apart in the strong wind and turned into flying fragments.

Buildings collapsed in the violent vibrations, huge boulders rose into the sky, smoke and dust filled the air, and the entire earth was shaking, as if experiencing a huge spasm, erasing all order and stability.

At the junction of the red crystal cluster and the dark nothingness, the dimensions began to break, like a piece of broken glass, producing chaotic images under the refraction of light. The space was no longer continuous, but was distorted into pieces that were not related to each other. Fragments, each piece contains different realities and possibilities, and the interior presents an ever-changing illusion, making it impossible to distinguish reality from fiction.

In comparison, the main battlefield where Severin is located has become a peripheral area, and no one cares about it.

Severin took a deep breath. As the servant of disaster, he did not need to maintain rituals in the Land of Eternal Night. Therefore, this time his power was completely released.

I just thought that I could suppress my opponent without any burden, but the result was completely opposite to what I expected.

The etheric reaction of the Glorious One came from behind the storm.

Severin waved his ether and shouted, "It will be difficult to fight on two fronts!"

"If I just kill you, that would be enough!"

A sharp shout came from the strong wind, and Vonn's figure emerged at high speed. The air flow enveloped him, breaking the sound barrier with absolute speed. In the roaring sound waves, he collided with Severin again without slowing down.

The battle between the Glorious Ones began again. The fierce collision caused a series of strange phenomena. Severin drove the ether and escaped from the storm beside him at high speed. Previously, he did not understand how Vonn managed to maintain the Song of Windfall. While engaging in an intense battle with himself, he gradually became aware of it.

While Fu En was maintaining the Song of Wind and Fall, he was also using the airflow of the Song of Wind and Fall to increase his own secret energy.

Secret Energy·Wind Lord.

The endless strong wind blew against his face, and the air flow was so fast that Severin felt an oppressive and suffocating feeling.

The wind blade roared, tearing the air, and accompanied the advancement of the Song of Windfall, filling the entire storm with this violent force.

"It is a great honor to be able to personally destroy your royal city!"

Vonn's voice was distorted by the storm. When he successfully broke through the barrier of the angry sea and arrived in the Land of Eternal Night, an extremely feverish excitement filled Vonn's mind.

As the head of the Clerks family, being able to wreak havoc in the Land of Eternal Night in person, this joyful emotion is far more powerful than any alchemical potion.

Severin's understanding of Vonn is still too superficial. The blessing of the Song of Windfall is only a small part. This manic excitement is the root of why Vonn is so powerful now.

Forced by the Song of Windfall, Severin evacuated, but the royal city below could not move. With the intrusion of the strong wind, deep cracks were cut on the surface of the high wall. The strong wind continued to move forward, tearing the high wall apart. Split and devour until they turn into pieces of ruins in the wind.

Pieces of wind-eroded birds were swept into the storm, and then were mercilessly strangled into broken limbs and flesh, sprinkling scarlet blood rain in the sky.

The air was filled with the smell of dust and blood, making the surrounding world blurry and chaotic. Even the dark iron curtain that protected the royal city, the thick clouds were blown away by the strong wind like broken cotton wool, revealing a gloomy and dim sky. .

But the sun still failed to penetrate the haze.

Severin looked at the dim sky behind the clouds in horror. After only a few seconds, the clouds seemed to have healed themselves and piled up again, filling the gap. However, the fact that had just happened still left a deep impression on him. Engraved into Severin's eyes.

At this time, Severin realized that if Vorn was allowed to drive this extraordinary disaster forward, he would have a certain possibility of breaking through the dark iron curtain and causing the sun to fall.

Even the slightest ray of sunlight will be a huge blow to the morale of those who disobey the royal court, not to mention, if this light falls on the Night King...

"Damn it! Get back here!"

Severin became furious. Previously, he was afraid of Vonn's momentum, but now Vonn's power has completely touched his red line. Severin must drive him back into the angry sea to ensure that the Dark Iron Curtain safety.

Vonn laughed in response, meeting Severin's power unceremoniously.

At the same time, the storm is continuing to advance with a terrifying force, and its fury cannot be restrained by anything. High walls and buildings are easily swallowed up like paper in the face of this force.

Those buildings that had stood for countless years were swaying like ears of wheat, and then were uprooted by the roar of the storm. They were crumbling in the wind like sand castles, turning into fine dust and collapsing, and tons of rubble were swept away. High in the sky, as far as the eye can see, only the gray scrolls remain.

Melissa and Devin moved the bricks nervously. They didn't know what happened, but they had witnessed the collapse of reality and this series of disasters with their own eyes.

"Faster! Faster!"

Melissa shouted to the people around her as she dug. In the recent operation, they had rescued a group of blood people, and now they were trying to save others.

Someone screamed, "Run away!"

Melissa kept moving and scolded, "Escape? Where else can we escape!"

Another man said desperately, "But if you stay where you are, you are waiting to die!"

"Then can you survive if you leave here?"

Melissa continued to dig into the rubble like a maniac, even though her hands were bloody and bloody, she still didn't stop.

Devin was assisting Melissa. He was not as motivated as Melissa. When the massive ether came, Devin understood that as a disabled person, there was no chance of surviving this disaster. What Devin is doing now is just acting with this girl to satisfy her obsession, this last wish.

Someone asked, "Will they survive if they are rescued?"

Melissa hesitated. She stopped digging for the first time and lifted the tattered book.

"Yes," Melissa said firmly, "As long as we are pious enough, we can definitely summon the salvation of the blazing sun."

"The redemption of the burning sun? What is that?"

Some people were whispering, while others were sitting there blankly. Under the continuous torture, their hearts had long been as numb and calm as dead water. They died under the ruins, were killed by bloodthirsty people, swallowed up by the storm, or other things. The way of death is no different to them.

"It's sunshine! Sun! Day! It can destroy this power of darkness!"

Melissa shouted, but she lowered her head, leaned over the deep hole she had dug, and continued to move the gravel and bricks.

"Yes, as long as the scorching sun comes, we will all be saved. A warm quilt, a quiet life, a happy life... these are all within our reach."

No one responded to Melissa's passionate confession. They had all been tortured for too long, like completely domesticated animals. Even if the cage was unlocked, they did not dare to go beyond it.

Melissa glanced at them with disappointment and said to herself, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, even if I am the only one who believes in it, it doesn't matter if I am the only one who expects it."

Dig up the ruins and save more people, more souls, to fulfill that grand wish.

continue! continue! Keep going!

Even if his fingers are broken, even if his arms are bloody and bloody, even if the sharp pain fills his mind, even if death is close at hand.

Melissa won't stop, let alone give up.

Gradually, her blood stained the ruins, but the intense pain receded little by little. Melissa felt that her body became inexplicably lighter, and her tortured body seemed to become stronger, and those heavy The bricks and stones were as light as feathers in her hands.

Melissa dug faster and deeper, and Devin, who was helping her at the side, also stopped and looked at Melissa's movements in shock. Other blood people also noticed her abnormality. They all came closer.

It was as if Melissa had extraordinary power. She moved the heavy and huge stone slabs away with ease, and the injuries between her fingers healed unconsciously. Melissa herself did not notice these changes at all.

Like a strong man, she removed the last obstacle and successfully opened the road. Under the ruins, the surviving blood people crawled out gratefully. But as soon as the first person climbed out, the huge sloping stone slab above his head slipped. When he came down, just when he was about to be smashed into a pulp, the stone slab stopped.

The blood people raised their heads, and Melissa's thin body easily lifted the stone slab, along with the tons of debris behind it.

"Let's go!"

Melissa said to him, her tone was calm, without the slightest sense of difficulty.

The blood people were stunned for a moment, and hurriedly crawled out, one after another. After everyone came out from under the ruins, Melissa easily put down the heavy stone slab, and crawled out of the pit amidst the lingering sound of rumbling.

All the blood people looked at her.

Melissa didn't understand why everyone was looking at her and didn't realize her own strength. Devin just wanted to remind her that the terrifying storm was approaching from far away.

At present, the Land of Eternal Night has become a hell that mortals cannot enter, and even the undead cannot survive it. As the Song of Windfall approaches, the flesh-and-blood plague of the Eternal Rot has also spread, and the earth has turned into a bloody carpet. , countless broken bloodthirsty people and night tribes approached these living blood people.

The threat of death instantly overturned the blood people's shock towards Melissa. They instinctively moved closer to the center, closer to Melissa, while the scarlet germ carpet was still spreading.

After seeing Melissa's power, someone came back to her senses and shouted to her with hope, "Fire Sun... Lie Yang, if your faith is really useful, why don't you save us now!"

Hearing these words, other blood people also looked at Melissa, their eyes full of longing.

Melissa did not answer immediately. She stepped on the raised soil, and her thin figure stood out from the crowd. She looked at the wrapped fungi without fear, and even the approaching storm was ignored by her. .

"Of course the blazing sun will save everyone, but it comes at a price!" Melissa explained her beliefs and wishes, "Are you willing to pay your souls for this?"

The blood people were stunned for a moment and looked at each other.

soul?

The soul, like mercy, is the cheapest and useless thing in this cruel place of eternal night.

The blood people burst into tears and waved their hands.

"Go ahead and take it!"

"If only I could be saved!"

"A glimpse of the blazing sun!"

The blood people became restless. Under the dangerous environment and the great power shown by Melissa, they pinned all their hopes on this person.

Seeing this, Devin wanted to control the crowd. As a disabled person from the outside world, he knew very well that Melissa's faith was false. There was no so-called blazing sun, and there was no so-called salvation by gods.

What Devin sees now are just ignorant and crazy believers, but if he really wants to blame these people for their stupidity, Devin simply can't do it.

What did the blood people do wrong? They did nothing wrong, it was just the desperate circumstances that shaped them into this.

Amidst the contradictions and pain, Devin also cast his eyes of hope on Melissa. In any case, Melissa did show a power beyond imagination just now. Maybe he should look forward to it, even if this expectation is So ridiculous.

"Lieyang, I hear your wishes."

Melissa faced the approaching disaster with a solemn expression. The crowd and the blanket of bacteria were getting closer and closer, and the horrified whisper gradually became louder. Just when the scarlet color was about to swallow the crowd, it suddenly stopped, like He hit an invisible wall and stopped moving forward.

Unable to move forward, the fungus carpet tried to invade from other directions. As it spread, it completely surrounded the crowd little by little. At the same time, a clear boundary line appeared around the crowd, which was a perfect and delicate line. The circle seemed to possess an invisible force field, completely rejecting this horrific extraordinary disaster from outside its realm.

Devin was in a daze. He didn't feel any ether reaction, and there were no other condensers around him. He couldn't understand the phenomenon in front of him, while the other blood people whispered in unison after a brief silence.

"miracle."

Only miracles can explain all this now.

"miracle!"

The blood people cheered and worshiped Melissa as a god. Melissa's expression did not change at all. She looked forward resolutely, as if she had really received a revelation from the gods.

Raising her hand, Melissa pointed forward. The storm carried countless gravel across the earth, like a torrent swallowing up the world, but when it approached the crowd, it was once again blocked by the invisible barrier.

The wind roared outside, but there was almost no airflow inside.

"miracle……"

Devin murmured to himself, as if his faith had been completely crushed and rebuilt. At this moment, looking at Melissa's figure, it was like an illusion, she seemed to be glowing, burning like a bonfire.

As if he was possessed, Devin no longer had any doubts about Melissa in his heart. Like other blood people, he slowly knelt down towards Melissa. An inexplicable paranoia and longing filled his body. It grows in the heart, grows in the hearts of all blood people, and grows in the hearts of all those who seek hope.

Like a poisonous snake, it wraps around everyone's heart and wraps up that precious soul.

Melissa raised her head and looked at the Origin Tower that was gradually sinking into the etheric realm.

"The sun will save everyone."

The approaching storm completely engulfed everyone, but the invisible barrier still existed tenaciously without any interference, becoming the only pure land in this hell.

In the hazy storm, two figures flashed back quickly. They seemed to be traveling between two worlds, or like a malfunctioning television set, with the images torn and overlapping.

This vision lasted for tens of seconds and finally stopped. In the deadly storm, two figures faced each other from a distance.

The sweat evaporated from the regent's forehead before it could be separated by the surging airflow. He tightened his grip on the shadow blade in his hand and looked at the enemy on the other side of the storm with a smile.

The glow of the alchemical matrix flashed in the regent's eyes, and the ripples of the ether spread rapidly, and the strange reversed colors distorted the surrounding environment. At the same time, the noisy storm disappeared, even sticking to the ground. The carpet of flesh and blood is also missing.

In the silent duel arena, Holt took a deep breath, his figure twisted into a streak of lightning, and struck down on the regent's head.