People Arrived at the Type Month, Now Lost Contact

The light is intense enough to burn the retina.

Countless particles of golden light fell from the sky and rose from the earth.

The gale that was exclusive to the Lord of Utopia blew, and some rays of light appeared out of thin air, like fluorescent lights flying in the dark night.

Each light is smaller than a finger, like a firefly in a summer night.

Countless golden light spots fell in the platinum-golden world, slowly flickering on and off, spinning along with the wind, continuously drifting towards the sky and flying towards the sky.

Like golden dandelions blown by the wind, countless golden light spots are flying in the sky, which is breathtakingly beautiful.

The stunning light spots of beauty flutter in the boundless and endless world, once encountering the dark wind, they will cling to it, reducing its color...

The demon king entrenched in the sky trembled again, trying to escape, but it was useless.

It can't go.

Those golden spots of light are actually tiny blades of speech, and the colorless wind that blows is an important component of the dystopian realm—the God Devouring realm.

These small golden blades penetrated into its body, and tightly held its feet like chains, and continued to climb upwards.

Every drop of golden light means that an equal part of the spiritual status belonging to the Faceless Demon King will drop...

The formless and substanceless gale greedily licks the spirit form of the demon king from the end of the era, unknowingly, it has a black color that is not caused by erosion...

The spirit that belongs to the wind of decadence is being swallowed by it.

The decadent wind of damaged spirituality twisted violently, like a fiery wind of disaster coming from all over the world, slapping towards his natural enemy.

The instinct of survival has made it ignore the fact that the enemy is its own natural enemy.

It used its full strength without hesitation, and the black gale whizzed past like mountains and seas with a strong smell of decay!

There is nothing in this world that cannot end, and there is nothing that cannot be destroyed.

Time is the most powerful poison.Nothing is immune to perdition before the power drenched by silence.

"Very good, if you can be stronger, maybe I will be killed by you."

"Your name is Wind of Decadence, the disaster caused by the third perpetual mechanism created by the power of salvation bestowed by the gods, and it is also the rule of the Hakoniwa Rules concerning the time limit of the final trial of human beings."

Facing the roar of the times that seemed to wipe out everything, the enemy locked by it just briefly described the essence of the enemy indifferently, and then swung the sword in his hand.

"Crack-"

It was as if such a voice sounded from the end of the era.

Then... the colorless and faceless Demon King trembled violently.

Its spirit grid was cut apart.

The Utopia domain, which has been stained with a little black ash, is like a shark smelling blood, biting the beheaded spirit with all its heart.

The wind of decadence wanted to roar again, and then the second golden light lit up.

"Crack-!"

Then there was another sword light from the Sword of Words.

"Crack-!"

This is the third sword light.

After that is an endless cycle.

Wait until the Sword of Words is no longer waving.

The demon king's spirit, which symbolizes the erasing time, has been ravaged to pieces...

The realm of dystopia has completely turned black, with an air of decay.

Such a realm surrounds its master like a docile hound.

With Houkai as the carrier and the third perpetual mechanism as the center, absolute evil, dystopia, and decadent winds are connected with each other, and the disaster called the beast also expands accordingly.

— Puff.

A pulse shook the world.

As if the whole world has become a heart, the pulsating echo is profound and melodious.

An unprecedented breath of disaster reverberates in this world, releasing the breath of ending together.

Before the power that can destroy everything in the world, everything in the world, everything will be returned to dust.The laws of the universe wail.

Not only the anti-utopian world, but the order of Hakoniwa outside the world is also violently distorted centered on the boy.

As if, as long as it exists here, it will bring the entire Little Garden to the brink of destruction.

"Tsk, is this the feeling of a single digit?"

The boy who has become an unprecedented figure in the history of Hakoniwa—the king of eschatology whispered.

"Well, standard multi-level combat power."

The small transparent system that has been working for a long time suddenly made a sound after a long absence.

"Now you are already quite a powerful existence."