kill those singularities

This is connected to the real hell - the breath of death is so close, and there is a large array of lore that is specially aimed at servants.

Like a tightly closed locked cage, it keeps shrinking.

"I didn't expect to be able to come this far... It's really my master's negligence."

"It's not your fault." Merlin shook his head, a lot of sweat slid down his forehead and neck, "As early as when everyone was divided into different places and was driven to Chang'an invisibly, The game is already set.”

"Yeah, I thought there would be no big deal with Gilgamesh and Enkidu, but I was too naive." So when I was in the other courtyard of the red-haired girl, I thought, ah, it's King Winky, just follow and rush. okay?

As a result, he will be killed first before King Winky really gets mad, right?Thinking about it, Enkidu and Kangna might not even be able to enter the hinterland of the Central Plains. At this time, they might be buying bananas in Nanyang...

Merlin fell silent.He could feel that Black Joan had disappeared—killed by Han Xin, Lingzihua temporarily returned to the Seat of Heroes.How long can the remaining people persist?Can the people who are not besieged here break through with external force?

Impossible, it is better to count on foreign aid...

He looked at Wen Shuo suddenly, his master had jumped out of his arms and jumped to the ground, he casually drew a summoning circle on the polluted ground, and cut his own with the dagger given by King Hassan. Blood gushed out of his arm.

"Master! I don't agree with you doing this!"

"It doesn't matter what you say." The master of Chaldea raised his chin a little arrogantly, preventing the flower magician from intervening, "Unless you call Arturia to tell her that dinner is ready, otherwise……"

Followers popped up around like leeks, "Wen and chaotic martial arts... What a big deal." She glanced at the underground palace full of will-o'-the-wisps, and then at the magician who was suppressed to the point of breaking out in cold sweat, "This is not only connected Hell is still connected with hope. Because... this is the Mausoleum of the First Emperor."

"That's too dangerous!" The clairvoyant magician couldn't laugh anymore, he wanted to capture the Master back.

"But now you can't help me, and I have no magic power, no circuit, no spiritual power, and I can't perform normal summons—except myself."

She said very easily, stood up and threw the dagger to Merlin, "I am a very good medium. If I lose my mind later, remember to knock me out. If my penis is gone, remember Drag my consciousness into Avalon."

Merlin frowned tightly as if to say something about his funeral. He asked with difficulty, "Is this worth your doing?" A glimmer of hope!

"Young people should be more passionate when they should be desperate. So the old man will watch from behind, and I allow you to collect my body."

After speaking so domineeringly, Wen Shuo stepped into the center of the summoning formation suddenly, raised his two fingers and pointed directly at the sky, raised his neck and screamed, and then chanted a sentence with no origin and no end.

It was a language as beautiful as a hymn, but it was by no means owned by human beings. Merlin's hair stood on end. He instinctively wanted to escape or bring Wen Shuo back -- no matter how bad it was, he would always find a way to escape here with the master, even if it was Escaping from the world for a short time can always save the last fire of mankind.

But it's too late!Before the magician's fingertips touched the corner of the master's clothes, the strong shock wave made everything around her fly out, including himself.

The air suddenly boiled!

The dark underground palace like hell was shrouded in golden flames, and the places licked by the flames showed signs of melting, and the contaminated shadows screamed and festered and incinerated, and there were little red lights in the golden gold. Shining like stars, one, two, three...

Seven red fireworks joined together to form Canglong Qisu, the vague dragon shadow slightly opened its eyes, it stretched out its claws, and the space collapsed.

Every time a star lights up, the corresponding acupoints on the human's penis turn red, and blood bubbling down from the skin, more and more stars light up, and the shadow of the Vermilion Bird flutters its wings in the turbulent space.

The fourth level of violent blood - this is her limit.This immature body is still too reluctant, but if she doesn't try her best like this, she can't guarantee how high the success rate is!

Blood came out of her mouth and nose, and as the dragon chanted, golden and black lines snaked from her arms and chest, like coiled dragons, constantly stretching out their minions.

Wen Shuo's eyes turned golden, different from the blue-gold in Yanan, this time they were pure, untainted golden, revealing an inorganic coldness and death.

What complements the golden color is the golden red flame rising from the sky and covering the sky, and the figure of dragon, phoenix and black turtle rises in the flame, the red color explodes, orange and yellow come together, and the 28 constellations form a perfect 'circle', slowly turning, like Sharp sawtooth cut through the space soundlessly.

Strange, mysterious syllables unknown to human beings came out of the girl's throat, like a hymn praising death, driving all the stars in the sky to scatter, and the most central Polaris smashed into the cold, Shackles of darkness.

[Yan Ling · Extreme Sky Star] is completely released.

At the cost of life force and blood, one hundred and eight big caves and corresponding hundreds of stars are ignited, and the sky fire falls to the sun, and the stars shine with the last light, annihilating all living and non-living things seen, with a space cutting effect.

Now, the purity of her bloodline has reached the highest level...

Wen Shuo smiled, and a metallic luster flashed in his gradually empty eyes.

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The man in the darkness was awakened by a call from afar.

He opened his eyes slightly, and couldn't help but listen carefully, but at first he only heard a clear dragon chant.

Later, he finally heard the intermittent human voice: "...I wish to accomplish all the good deeds in the world, and I wish to put an end to all the evil deeds in the world..."

There is a mysterious majesty longing for his response, in the familiar land of the East.

It's been a long, long, long time since anyone has tried to get him to say yes, and this, is a very special and surprising guy.

He raised his eyelids, surprised and curious by this familiar and intimate atmosphere, but said in his mouth:

'Why should I answer your call? '

'Because... I'm in your tomb, and if you don't come, I'll smash all your jewelry, all your murals, all your collections, sell your terracotta warriors, sell your chariots Take it out for an exhibition, and blow down your grave... Let the world know that the emperor who once ruled the world can't even keep his own coffin, and the grass can't grow on the grave, let alone protect the people of the world. '

’ It’s ironic that something I once hated has become my weapon of survival. '

He should have been very angry, but in the end he was not angry at all.

He actually found it a little funny.

So he came with the power of thunder and the power of the sun, moon and stars.

The seven steeds pull the chariot, like thunder and lightning, like a comet trailing its tail, mighty and mighty, opening up the world and ruling the world.

The girl he imagined should be a quirky, cunning and funny person, staring at him with a pair of mischievous eyes full of curiosity and joy, and might say something cute with admiration after he is alive , and perhaps with his chin held high, he would say some insincere and outrageous things.

However, when he actually stood in the underground palace that was ignited by the sky fire and was on the verge of being broken, he found that he was wrong.

The girl in front of him was smaller than he imagined, only as tall as his waist.She is light and thin, but she is as shiny and compelling as a sharp sword that has just been bathed in blood. She stands there straight, proudly, without flinching, burning with madness and vitality, accepting the kneeling of all things.

All around her are the shining, agile, devouring and melting fire and stars.

But her eyes are not cunning or agile at all, and are even completely opposite—they are dead and empty, neither mischievous nor curious, full of chill and silence, even less like a living human being than his terracotta warriors.

Two lines of golden tears mixed with blood flowed down her cheeks, and she was actually smiling.

"Are you the person I'm looking for?" She asked softly in a hoarse voice. Behind her was a man in a white robe who was brandishing a sword and staff, struggling to fight against the roaring shadow followers. The blood was dripping, mixed with black dust, and it was extremely embarrassing.

The human sanity in those eyes is gradually losing, and the breath of death is gradually spreading. Her young body is soaked in blood, and more and more golden and black lines are shining.

"What if I say yes?" The man frowned.

He saw that the mausoleums around him were constantly being destroyed, the shadows of dragons and phoenixes flying up and down with their teeth and claws open, countless broken walls and ruins flying in the golden-red sky fire, it was extremely chaotic, candlesticks, bead curtains, metal fragments...all were destroyed. Relentlessly rolled up, strangled, annihilated.

The space shrouded and shackled by the barrier unexpectedly melted and collapsed under the impact of the stars.

"Then... please help me kill all the enemies." The voice became softer and softer, mixed with strange and weird syllables overflowing from the throat, "Those who despise human reason, those who disrupt order, those who are whimsical, all ..."

The last trace of chaotic color had disappeared from those golden eyes.

At the same time, the golden-red color in the underground palace multiplied by a thousand times, Ziwei Dixing became colder and more swollen, and its brightness almost blinded people's eyes, but the temperature suddenly became freezing cold.

……

It's almost dawn.

On the eve of dawn, all creatures on the land of Shenzhou felt a palpitation in their hearts.

The author has something to say: Although it's a bit wordy, I think it's still quite handsome... right? _(:з」∠)_

Thank you "Panda Weiyou Shredded Fish" and "Salted Salted Fish" for their nutrient solution=3=But seeing your two names makes me hungry...