Quadruple split

Chapter 821 Well, okay

[Criminal Law·Clumsily Reproduced Miracle: Dark Apocalypse]

This is not a skill in the standard sense, and of course there is no skill description. It just objectively appears under the ink sky shaped by [Sin Law Order: Endless Wild Night], boiling coldly from there. Suddenly appeared in the sky and struck Tom Lestrange.

In the final analysis, the skill currently possessed by 'Black Brahma' is just a simple [Sinful Law Order]. It is different from the [Law Order·Shield/Hinder/Punishment] that he can use under normal circumstances. It is just a skill with no clear effect. Just a concept.

The suffix he casually said gave this concept a concrete outline and basic definition in some form. In a relatively easy-to-understand way, it is - skill effect.

By referring to the theories he had come up with before, Mo Tan knew very well that the power he could control now, not to mention the intensity, at least on a single level, even those literal gods who descended to earth may not be as guilty as this one. 'Gotta come high.

In this case, as long as it is used properly, the so-called divine words are nothing more than empty words.

Maybe he wasn't good enough a few months ago, but after initially mastering the true meaning of laws and orders with the help of Yu Chen, Mo Tan, who also analyzed the local power system instead of simply using skills, already has certain qualifications.

Just like Futaba, he has the qualifications to truly master and drive the local power of this world outside of the system-limited skill system.

So when he was affected by his [Reflection] talent, and even his camp was transformed into [Sin of this World], he who originally had only one skill [Sin Devour] in this state had another skill - —Legal Order.

It is also a means of driving power, but compared to ordinary magic or divine arts, the level of 'sin' is really too high, and in the current state, Mo Tan's compatibility with this concept is also terrifyingly high.

If the shaman takes the elements as his big brother.

If the priest regards divine power as his ancestor.

If Futaba uses elements as codes.

So for Mo Tan now, 'sin' is himself, a part of him.

I am guilty.

What's the crime?

The sin of this world!

It's ridiculous to the extreme, but from another perspective, it makes sense.

Therefore, Mo Tan can add suffixes to his 'sin law' without authorization to make it exert the effect he wants. After all, since he is already the concept of 'sin' itself, it is better to use other powers as swords, guns and swords. People who wear halberds will naturally feel more relaxed and natural when hitting people with their fists.

In fact, in this situation, Mo Tan doesn't need to say anything. He only needs a thought, or at most a look, to release his [Sin Law Order], instead of having to do it like a certain Great Bright Knight. The skill can only be released by shouting the line "Broken Shoes" loudly.

But he still said it. When he first smashed Tom's wand, he said the word 'broken', and then he continued to say [Sinful Order: Echoes of Silent Burst], [Sinful Order: Endless... Crazy Night], [Sinful Order: The Collapsed Castle], and the sentence just mentioned [Sinful Order: A Poorly Reproduced Miracle: Dark Apocalypse].

It's not that he wants to increase his fashionableness, or that he still has a childish innocence and wants to find youth in middle school. If it were Mo Tan before, it would be possible, but at this moment, he has no interest in this aspect.

But he still said it, even though his tone was a little lazy and his attitude was very perfunctory, he still said it.

Only Mo Tan himself knows the reason

That is because he feels that doing so can make him more like a 'person', rather than anything else.

Yes, Mo Tan is trying hard to look like a human being.

Not to mention the results, but he is indeed working hard in this regard.

If you want to ask why, it can only be said that Mo Tan feels that the self in that mirror is not the real self.

Even if his appearance, his character, and his essence are reflected in the reflection, the person in the mirror is still the person in the mirror, and they are two different things from Mo Tan and himself, who was arbitrarily defined by the system as an 'absolutely neutral' personality.

Maybe now he can remain calm in front of such classic scenes, instead of secretly feeling proud that he is really awesome and awesome.

Perhaps now he couldn't feel the slightest bit touched by the incident of rescuing Yi Zuo, and even felt it was a bit troublesome and unnecessary.

But you are yourself, and borrowing the side in the mirror does not mean you have become the person in the mirror. This is Mo Tan's final bottom line and persistence.

Only under his current personality, with his almost unlimited tolerance, can he do this.

Even if it is swallowed up, it will not be assimilated.

It is precisely because he does not seem to have a strong enough identity that he will not be transformed into anyone.

He did not lose heart under the concept that even the word despair could not describe it. Although he was inevitably affected, he always stuck to his original intention.

So at this moment, the second person who can face the 'sin of this world' appears in this world.

That is, Mo Tan, or Black Brahman, who stands in front of that mirror and has an "absolutely neutral" personality.

He didn't want to be like this, but he was very lucky that he could get this power at this moment. Although this 'luckiness' did not exist in his feelings now, his rationality was very clear, and he would feel lucky. .

At the moment when the dark apocalypse suddenly descended, Mo Tan narrowed his eyes slightly, and his pupils, which were as dark as the abyss, gradually became clear.

"A mere crime in this world."

He snapped his fingers again, and a second dark apocalypse fell from the sky, engulfing Tom Lestrange, who was almost no longer human.

A silent howl came from the center of the black light pillar, which was not very pleasant.

Mo Tan raised his hand, waved away the dark night, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I can still tolerate it."

pain! Severe pain! Heartbreaking pain!

The moment the first beam of light fell from the sky and hit him, Tom Lestrange's anger had disappeared, leaving only the unforgettable pain.

It's a literal pain, a painful pain.

In fact, when the other party easily became immune to the killing curse, Tom knew that he had hit a brick wall, but he did not choose to escape immediately, but was overwhelmed by the negative emotions of losing the 'snake venom' mind, trying to fight the fearsome priest head-on.

The results speak for themselves

He was defeated, defeated without any suspense, defeated without even feeling that the other party was exerting force.

Darkness covered the sky, and his body, riddled with holes, melted like ice-blood under the black light.

That's right, it's ice blood, not ice and snow.

Tom, who barely retained his last shred of consciousness, finally felt the power he had been pursuing, the power to crush everything, be unscrupulous, and dominate the world.

Not domineering, not arrogant, not arrogant, just so simple that people can't even think about resisting.

As mentioned before, Tom Lestrange is a genius, a peerless genius that is rare to see in a century.

Because of this, he could sense how unreasonable the other party's power was.

That kind of indescribable pressure, as if everything in this world is standing behind the other person and is against you.

That is a power that transcends physical attacks, spell damage, and mental influence. It is an existence that can overturn all laws, or the law itself.

He was unable to resist, whether it was the explosion that erupted from his body and forced dozens of wounds on his body, or the gravity that directly pulled him into some kind of subspace, or the direct obliteration of all his defense methods. With all the fluctuations, Tom Lestrange could only accept it after barely deciphering a superficial principle, and could do nothing else.

In the end, that dark and cold beam of light actually contained some kind of divine power, and judging from its intensity and the damage it suffered, it was even very likely that it was the power of a certain righteous god, rather than the inferior power of the Whispering God. of goods.

Not only that

Tom didn't know if it was his own illusion. He seemed to find that even the divine power was blasted down in an almost submissive manner. What washed over him was not the kind of arrogant 'judgment', but It was with a sense of panic and fear, as if it was being urged to fall from the sky by something terrifying.

This is ridiculous.

Although Tom didn't think that kind of fear came from God, the existence that could cause "divine power" to fear was scary enough in a sense.

I have to admit that he is indeed a genius. After all, most people in this situation would have been tortured by the endless pain to the point of collapse or death, but Tom can still make such an analysis in the process of death, You can even marvel subconsciously.

And then.

He completely disappeared into the cold apocalypse, leaving his body intact.

At the same time, a snake with scarlet vertical pupils suddenly jumped out from the cuffs of Archbishop Eden. It first opened its mouth and sprayed out several miserable green flashes, causing the four elders around him who were about to give Eden the final blow. Forced to spread out, Eden was suddenly swept up into the air, and shot away to the east at extremely fast speeds.

"Two souls?"

Mo Tan frowned slightly, then raised his right hand, stretched out his index finger and pointed it steadily at the giant snake that looked extremely slow in his eyes, and whispered softly: "The Law of Sin: Farewell to the World's Tomb."

He suddenly paused and could not continue reading.

And the big snake in mid-air, wrapped tightly around Eden, suddenly accelerated again and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

"It's reached its limit."

Mo Tan sighed softly, put down his right hand, and let the big snake with one third of Tom Lestrange's soul fragment leave.

Cut off the roots and make up for it

It's not that he doesn't want to, it's that he can't.

In other words, although he can, the price he has to pay is too high.

Mo Tan wiped away the blood from his eyes, mouth and nose, and sighed softly.

In a daze, the figure that originally only existed in the mirror had quietly taken a step forward and stepped out of the mirror.

【about there. 】

He thought so, then slowly sat down and turned his head to look east.

Calculating the time, the last viable force of the Whispering Sect should be arriving soon.

There are about 1,200 elites and 90% of the cavalry. The average strength is not weak. The proportion of high-level professionals is very large. Even if they are not good, they are still middle-level.

But I have already laid it out. As long as I follow the plan, I can win 99% of the time.

If you can't win.

The light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

If you can't win, let's all die.

Yi Zou found that he seemed to have had a dream

In the dream, the senior has completely established the victory. The morale of the entire army on Sumir's side is high. All the soldiers are fighting bloody battles where they should be, constantly strangling those who are not weak but have been torn to pieces by the senior. The heretic, and the leader of the enemy, was also surrounded by four Sumir elders headed by Mundo Pan.

Everything is developing in a good direction.

Then

A flash of red.

He pushed his senior away.

The world was dyed blood red, and I fell down. I was in pain and scared, but I didn't die.

An unexpected enemy appeared, very powerful, so powerful that it was suffocating, and I couldn't see his appearance clearly.

A flash of silver.

The senior said that he would not die and asked himself to leave quickly.

What the senior said is probably right, after all, he has sworn to the goddess.

But he didn't want to leave because he swore to protect his senior, and he didn't believe how much his senior valued the promise he made to the goddess.

And then.

The body started to move.

It's cold and dark.

He sank into chaos, but it seemed that he still could not die because he could vaguely hear the voice of his senior.

His useless body became more and more painful, reminding himself all the time that Yizuo Jileite was still alive.

There was something covering him, and it was warm.

He tried to open his eyes. Although his eyelids seemed to be extremely heavy, he still succeeded.

I saw the senior's back. He was very thin and not wearing a priest's robe.

He seemed to know what was covering him.

Some happiness, but more fear.

Because senior can't be here, can't stand in front of him, he should run away.

Ruoyouruowu's voice came over, but he couldn't hear it clearly and his vision became increasingly blurry.

In the dream, senior he defeated the enemy inexplicably

It's ridiculous, but fascinating.

After an unknown amount of time, the senior sat next to him, looked up in a certain direction, and murmured something in a low voice.

The out-of-control dream seemed to be back on track, and he struggled to open his eyes in a hazy state. He tried to attract the attention of his senior by slapping the stone platform, and wanted to ask him what happened.

The senior noticed it, turned his head, and looked at himself silently.

【What did I want to say just now? 】

Yizuo Jileite's consciousness became increasingly blurred, and she remembered that she had something to ask her senior.

Very important, very important thing.

Suddenly, she remembered.

Since it is a dream.

Since it is a very important thing.

Then it must be

"Senior, I no longer want to be your guard knight."

"okay."

"I want to be your guardian knight"

"okay."