Assassin's Will [Quick Transmigration]

Jiang Ye went crazy.

At that moment, he felt that he was going to be torn apart.

He tightened his grip on his heart, smashed it into pieces, and put it back together bloody, suffocating even for breathing, like a drowning ferryman.

Despair has caused him to die countless times, almost crushing his muscles and bones, making him unable to get up, but hatred is like poison, pouring into his blood vessels, piercing his bones and flesh, making him struggle to be reborn.

Jiang Ye let out heavy panting, like a beast.

If he didn't sacrifice the knife with blood all over the sky, he couldn't think of anything else that could extinguish the flame of anger in his chest.

Jiang Ye's silver-gray eyes were already covered with bloodshot eyes, and his handsome and awe-inspiring face was almost crazy. The assassin let out a hoarse cry, whistled, and jumped onto the bone dragon's back.

His hands were trembling with anger, the blood on Xiu's body seemed to flow dry, soaking the black robe, it was miserable and painful.

The picture printed deep in his pupils, every face, every happy expression, every knife and sword, he can see clearly, his eyes are tearing apart.

Jiang Ye will not forget their faces even if he dies.

Rebels raised their heads and looked at the silver figure above the bone dragon, piercing the sky like a sharp sword.

They vaguely knew that this assassin's god had just lost an important person.

The legendary sorcerer died in the struggle against the god king.

Just like them, they have lost their relatives, loved ones, and lost their children, so they are almost insane and full of despair, so they gather here, wanting to seek justice from the cruel gods against the unfair fate.

Dusk was drawing to a close.

After Xiu died, the red glow in the sky would also fade away, and under the glow of the glow, the World Tree regained its emerald green color, and even if part of it was cut off, it would not affect its majesty.

But Jiang Ye rode the bone dragon, skimmed across the vast sky, and flew towards the steps of the sacred mountain.

Behind him was a mighty army of rebels, demigods, orcs, elves, humans... and even creatures from the abyss, all rushed up like a sea tide, following the direction of the assassin.

He is the morning star of the polar night.

Those who looked at his back could feel the coldness of the snow mountain, like a blade, like a goshawk, biting and free.

Without the enchantment, there is no need to go step by step to go up the mountain. The bone dragon flies extremely fast, and he reaches the top of the mountain in a flash.

The silver-haired assassin stood on the stairs, and the bone dragon army hovered in the sky, covering the sky and the sun, like an abyss descending.

The dusk was still approaching the end, and in the sky, a full moon was slowly rising, but the light was not visible.

Jiangye seemed to be able to hear wailing and crying from the holy mountain, which was a true reflection of the coming of the end.His eyes were red with hatred, and his tightly pursed lips were cold and menacing, but he didn't break into the mountain immediately.

Because he saw bloodstains full of steps.

That's left when the cloth rubs against it.

Thrilling, extremely tragic.

How much did he get hurt?

How much blood was shed...

Jiang Ye knelt down on the steps and touched the shocking trace with trembling hands, which was the proof of his falling and getting up again.

He can completely feel his struggle, his unyielding, his forbearance, and his final determination.

Xiu has burdened too much, but he never confides a word to him.

This is his protectiveness, his tenderness.

But it is also poisonous wine, the poison of drinking.

Jiang Ye picked up the black robe that was lying on the ground, it was already stained with blood and was broken.But he bent his indestructible waist, touched the ground with his knees, lowered his head, and dared to kiss the damaged robe.

Fierce and gentle, as if kissing each other's soul.

Xiu passed away.

forever.

And he finally dared to show the love he carved into his heart, because the other party was no longer visible.

Then, he put Ye Zhen's magic robe into his arms with great care, and then pulled out the denial.

Bright and bright.

The light of the knife faced down, falling into a mighty moonlight.

He has not used all the weapons Xiu gave him so far.

He is like the most violent cold wind above the snow mountain, exuding the most piercing killing intent.

And he walks in the world of mortals, turning into the craziest avenger in Kui Ye.

He wants to drag his enemy down to the underworld and be buried with him.

Before this polar night.

"His Majesty the God King, save us - what are you doing?"

"Please, don't kill me—"

"..."

After Xiu died, a ridiculous scene happened on the mountain.

The gods who gathered to kill the Ni gods became the prey of the god king.On the square in front of the Tianmen, the gods who used to show off their might in the past scattered and fled in all directions, and the blond hair of the man walking slowly was almost completely black, and there was a faint red light in his pitch-black pupils.

He just reached out at random, grabbed a god by the collar, and sucked his divine power dry in the blink of an eye.

The beautiful goddess who played the organ in the past instantly shattered into a piece of silver light, which was transferred to the God King along the veined arm.

Next is a male servant, with a look of horror and despair piled on his handsome face, which looks extremely distorted.

It turned into a silver glow, allowing the god king's withered arm, which was like a branch, to regain its vigor.

"His Majesty the God King is crazy! Didn't he promise to protect the God Realm and protect us?"

"Why would he kill us?"

"Help, I don't want to die! I don't want to die!—"

The God of Prophecy leaned against the wall, looking at the fading red light in the sky with a worried expression.

He said: "The original plan was to use the World Tree to absorb human souls and transmit divine power to the sacred mountain, but it was destroyed by Xiu Saphiris, and His Majesty the Divine King was calculated to lose most of his power. How can there be any extra power now?" Filling the mountain..."

"Now, in order to keep the mountain of God alive, of course we need to use you useless trash to fill this gap."

He smiled and said calmly.

When Jiang Ye walked up the sacred mountain on the bloody road, he saw countless gods running towards the ladder leading to the bottom of the sacred mountain.

It seems that there is death behind, like a shadow.

And what they don't know is that every time they stab the mage, they will get retribution on them.

The blood of the Son of the Abyss has finally awakened.

The bone dragons are entrenched on the steps of the sacred mountain, picking up those gods who tried to escape from the only way down the mountain to avoid disaster, and crushing their bones. It is obviously a vicious abyss monster, but now it is unbelievably obedient.

And the assassin's figure stood against the light, standing on the stairs.

The silvery gray in his pupils was as dark as a storm, except for killing intent and hatred, there was nothing there, maybe there used to be something else, love, warmth, sadness... But now there is nothing.

He became an empty shell, humanity extinguished in his chest.

Only know revenge.

He calmly grabbed a god's neck, dragged it in front of him like an eagle carrying a chick, stepped on his chest, and rebellion pierced his heart, the sound of flesh and blood tearing was extremely sweet.

The bone dragon guards the gate and tears all the fish that slip through the net.

Above the long steps, blood splattered again, this time, it was the enemy's.

And the assassin is like a shark thrown into a school of fish, its pupils firmly locked on the face of the enemy, those greedy, mad and degraded, since they choose to raise the sword against Xiu, they will also suffer his endless revenge at this time.

"Forgive me, Master Jiangye—"

Faced with Senhan's blade, Meishen said this.

The most beautiful and charming woman in Shenshan in the past, now has disheveled hair on her temples and a look of horror on her face.

In peacetime, she is a good dancer, climbing from one bed to another.Beauty is always the most popular, and everyone will be more tolerant of beauty gods.

So she raised her affectionate eyebrows, showing off her white and snowy skin, and the most beautiful face.

She said softly: "I will serve you and become your thing... ah!"

Before he finished speaking, Ko Ni cut off her temple hair and cut off her throat ruthlessly.

Blood poured out.

Jiang Ye's cold eyebrows did not fluctuate at all, but in his eyes, this bright face was ferocious.She used seven hairpins to pierce Xiu's shoulder blades to retaliate against his usual disdain for his kindness to her.

Assassins must take revenge.

If you hurt him an inch, he will pay back a foot.

If you dare to touch him, you will teach him to die without a whole body.

So he stepped on the woman's body with his boots, then turned sideways, and said flatly to the entrenched bone dragon: "Eat her."

The dragon's chant from the abyss was low and hoarse, but exuded extreme joy.

The body of the god was dragged to the top of the stairs. The bone dragon grabbed her body and began to chew. There was a toothache sound of bones breaking, and behind the bone dragon were humans who gradually climbed up the mountain.

They looked behind the jagged wings of the bone dragon, which was covered by a monstrous sea of ​​blood.

The place that Jiang Ye passed by has already become a piece of broken limbs, which really seems to be the end of the prophecy.

Fate went round and round, but Ragnarok came true in another form.

He finally turned into the Shura who came from the abyss in the myth.

Bring chaos, carnage and destruction.

Jiang Ye pulled down the hood, revealing her silver hair as bright as the moonlight, while the white robe was stained with splashed blood.

His brows are piercing, the bridge of his nose is straight, and his bones are distinct, like a perfect statue in the hands of a sculptor, while his silver-gray eyes are like a deep sea without light.

The temple shook.

The sacred mountain has already begun to collapse. He saw that two of the temples of the seven main gods have been separated from the sacred mountain. The rock formations have cracked, the temples have collapsed, and the gods have fallen.

He saw that on the roof of the majestic Dharma Temple, the arm of the sculpture holding the book was broken and turned into stone powder.

In the assassin's sanctuary, the load-bearing pillars were crushed, and then fell into the human world.

Only the Pantheon stands majestically in the center of the mountain.

That is the residence of the god-king.

The assassin's cloak fluttered, and he was covered in blood. He walked towards the residence of the king of gods.

towards the end of fate.

The sculpture made of gold tilted, almost falling over.The frescoes of the Pantheon are beautiful, but now they are incomplete.

But the king of the gods was expressionless, sitting on his golden throne, holding a scepter in his hand, wearing a brocade robe, and a crown on his head, solemn and dignified.

And under his feet were the skeletons of the god of death and the god of war. A little further away, there were all corpses in disorder.

The God King stepped on the bones of the gods, and he reached the peak again, becoming the strongest existence on the mountain.

Death is imminent, and the gods who were worn out to rebel have been suppressed.

The God of Prophecy looked at this scene, showed a satisfied smile, and said: "Sure enough, the king of gods should be so powerful—"

In just ten days, the God King degenerated from a god of light to an incarnation of darkness.

This is the sinful karma of killing.

Now it is all backfired on the god of prophecy standing behind the scenes, trying to control this Ragnarok.

When the prophecy was broken by the god king, his expression was still a little inconceivable.

He didn't seem to be able to figure out why the god king would kill himself?

He was clearly on his side the whole time.

why?

"I'm really a tiger." God King's blond hair was all dyed black, and his brocade robe was also stained with blood, as if he had crawled out of hell. He looked sideways at Jiang Ye who walked into the Pantheon, licking Draining the blood on his lips, he spoke arrogantly, "I shouldn't have brought you out of the abyss, trying to make you my invincible knife, but I should have killed you—"

"One of the worst things I did was handing you over to Hugh Sapphire."

"Evernight."

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Fate went round and round and returned to the original point.

According to the prophecy, the abyss that would destroy the holy mountain was imprinted on Jiang Ye.

Another ending of Ragnarok.

I couldn't write this chapter for a while, just thinking about Jiang Ye's current mood, I was very depressed, and I couldn't write it so badly.

Important people passed away, in a tragic way.

He doesn't care about good and evil, he only cares about revenge.

I don't dare to think about Jiang Ye's mood now, it hurts too much.To the point where I couldn't write anymore.

The repair work was not finished, and he wanted to explain Jiang Ye, but he didn't say anything.

He wants him to run, get away from here, far away from all this, not to go to his destiny.

will not run at night

Put it here today, in order to catch 12 o'clock, I tried my best.

The ending of the legend will be released tomorrow. (I'm still writing)

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Including Fanwai, I plan to write a free Fanwai and update it on Weibo, which can be regarded as giving back to the readers who have followed here.Thank you for liking their stories. Jinjiang will end, but their stories will not end.

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I want to write as long as I want, even if I can write from Jinjiang (after all, there are too many show operations), I am very happy.