Assassin's Will [Quick Transmigration]

Xiu's anger was like a silent polar night.

He is obviously a bright existence, but the elderly Dharma God is like a deep pool of calm, no one knows his emotions.And after thousands of years, from a "god" to a "human", he has learned to be happy, angry, sad, and happy, but he rarely gets angry.

And his Ni Lin has never changed from before to now.

That is the night.

The mage looked at the cold puppet, and the pain and anger in his heart almost overflowed.His whole body was trembling with anger, but he couldn't see it on his face, only his gilt eyes were dark.

Seeing him trembling, Jiang Ye quickly reached out to hug him, rubbed against his cheek, and comforted him with a guilty conscience: "Don't be angry, Xiu..."

"What are you hiding from me?"

"..."

Even if the puppet assassin with spread wings is controlled by others, even if he died for thousands of years, he still has the strongest body and the most heaven-defying fighting talent.

Wherever he went, human resistance was suppressed, and the dagger in his hand harvested life, like a dancing god of death.

Jiang Ye whispered: "I'll deal with it..."

Xiu closed his eyes in pain, and said, "I'll do it."

"I'll take care of it. If you don't have the heart to do it, you will get hurt." Jiang Ye was very determined.

"..."

Behind the puppet assassin is the army of the abyss, attacking the city, one after another magic is shining in the air, like bright stars.

The mage's black robe flew in the air, and under the cloak that concealed his appearance was swaying blond hair.He seemed to want to say something, but the puppet assassin stuck to the knife and stabbed in the direction of the mage.

It was a flash of light that was as fast as lightning, and there was no way to hide it.

Even though Xiu knew that the other party was just a puppet, he was still suffocated.

It was too ironic and absurd that Jiang Ye turned his sword against him.

But it made him feel like a knife was piercing his heart.

But in the next moment, Ye Yong was slashed away from the sky, and the blade did not stop, cutting through a large piece of the puppet's skirt, revealing pale flesh.

And on the body, there were several penetrating wounds, the scars were ferocious, like the incomplete works of art, extremely dazzling.

Xiu's hands were shaking, and his thoughts were confused.

Jiang Ye didn't hinder him at all, instead he said to him, "Who are you attacking?"

The puppet's inorganic silver eyes looked at him without reflecting any shadow.Jiang Ye clicked his tongue, knowing that it would be a real trouble to keep him, so he pulled out Elegy from his waist, and stabbed towards the puppet thread persistently with his backhand.

The thread trembled slightly, but did not break.

This is not material, but a kind of "will".

It is not living things that manipulate the puppets.

Jiang Ye's eyes froze, and he quickly retreated, only to see the puppet's knife flash, which almost cut off his arm.Fortunately, he hid quickly, but the hood fell off and a strand of hair was cut off.

And the appearance of the puppet was also exposed.

A man dressed in white, with a blade as bright as snow, with his lover at his side, looked full of vigor and vigor.

The other person is like a mirror image, but has a mottled white robe, many old scars on his body, and puppet silk attached to his body, and is controlled by others.

Thousands of years have passed by, leaving deep traces.

How ironic.

The appearance of the puppet is like ice and snow, with edges and corners, and a little youthful arrogance.

Jiang Ye, however, is a truly polished source stone, with the most beautiful radiance, the most dazzling morning star.

past and future.

death and life.

In Xiu's hand, he held the tail of a dragon made of condensed light, and the giant dragon made of magic was already ready to sweep across the abyssal army in the sky.Wherever the mage's magic passed, it was all ruined.

And he looked at the familiar one, but with a somewhat lifeless look.

The magic that had been prepared, but I couldn't read a single word.

Too much time has passed, and Jiang Ye seldom recalled his last time.

In the dark and lightless abyss, he mechanically swung his knife, beheading monsters.They finally got the opportunity to go out again, but they were locked back by him, how could they not hate it?

They shouted and roared, thinking that he was a traitor, and pounced on him tirelessly, trying to tear off the flesh and blood from his body.

Fighting, endless fighting.

He was seriously injured, but he had to deal with such a siege.He knew very well that he would die in this closed abyss, and he would never be able to escape.

Until he shed the last drop of blood, until he burned the last spark of life.

He didn't know how long he had been fighting in the abyss, he just thought that if he killed one more monster in the abyss, the human world would be safer in the future.

It will also be closer to the ideal of cultivation.

With this in mind, he broke into the deepest layer of the abyss all the way.At that time, he was already scarred.

He thought that there would be something waiting for him there.

Maybe it's the lord of the abyss, maybe it's an imprisoned monster.He needs to kill him in order to maintain the peace of the mainland for tens of thousands of years.

But all he saw was emptiness.

At the end of the darkness, there is nothing.

His blood soaked the way he came, his white robe was mottled, his silver hair was dyed red, and even his eyes were empty.

His back, chest and abdomen all had tragic penetrating scars, his strength was exhausted, and his body was on the verge of death.He folded the wings of his shoulder blades, and the seal there was painful as if burning.

Bloodline and position, loyalty and betrayal, freedom and shackles.

Everything was branded on his young soul, tearing him to pieces.

The moment Jiang Ye jumped off the mountain, his soul had already been taken away by Xiu.What supports him is nothing more than a ray of obsession, which keeps him alive, and he has fought so far with the last bit of longing.

And in this eternal darkness, he was finally tired, and lowered his eyes tiredly.In his eyes, the light like a star has dimmed, ushering in the end in the desolate silence.

But he still has the last pride.

He refused to kneel down, refused to fall, but supported himself with a knife, stepped on the bones of thousands of years, and staggered into the deepest altar.

On both sides are silent colossi, where the kings of the abyss are buried.

He didn't look at the empty throne, but walked up to the altar and wrapped his damaged cloak tightly, as if he could absorb a little bit of warmth in this way.

His eyes were already blurred, but he insisted on cleaning his knife, like the gentlest lover.

Then he folded his bony wings, like a lonely eagle licking its feathers for the last time.

Those brilliance and gloom, freedom and fall, all seem to have happened in the previous life.

He seemed to have never come out of this darkness, everything outside was like a beautiful dream.

When Xiu died, the dream was shattered.

The blood is calling, and the function of the altar is imprinted in his bones. He knows very well that only when his divine body is here, can the entrance of the abyss be completely closed.

So the eagle, who sang for freedom all his life, closed the door to the outside world with his own hands, and locked himself in the darkness forever.

The world may no longer tell his story, he is the ghost of myth.The existence of assassins will always be anonymous in official history.

No one cheers, no one remembers.

He didn't care about these, like a stray cat, curled up a little uneasy, licking the wound.

He drove a wedge into his own shoulder blade, making himself the last man to die.

The blood flowed into the altar, taking away his life little by little like a candle in the wind.

Jiang Ye recited his name in the most gentle tone, repeatedly recalling his voice, his smile, and his last side in the illusory memories.

The moment of his life was not brilliant, and the moment of his death was silent.

The April day in the world is full of flowers,

No one knows, in the deep underground, the last god closed his eyes.

"System, release the limit." Jiang Ye wiped the blade of the rebel, and said lightly.

"Unlimited, reported to... host, you can use your original power now." The system said: "The world line task is released, stop the riot of the will of the abyss, the task level is SSS, get rid of the former son of the abyss, the task level is SS..."

Jiang Ye felt surging power surging through his bones, flowing through his limbs, and both speed and strength jumped to their peak at this moment.

But his silver eyes froze, but he showed a cold smile, as if the next moment, the blood of this knowing puppet could be splashed on the spot.

The two held the blade, and the light of the blade collided again.

"A puppet without any consciousness can't beat me."

"..."

Jiang Ye just twisted it easily, and it caught his neck. The blade pierced through the bone wing and pierced into the puppet's shoulder blade, but the puppet felt no pain, and stabbed his heart with its backhand.But Jiang Ye would let him succeed, he withdrew with a flick of his body, and appeared behind the puppet the next moment, grabbed the puppet's thread with all his strength, cut it off with a swipe of rebellion.

"...This body is just like this. A few fatal injuries have not been repaired. It would be good to have [-]% of my fighting ability." Jiang Ye said to himself, facing his former body, calmly said with a smile: "But You shouldn't have done anything to him." But he broke the puppet's wrists mercilessly.

There was a red light in the puppet's eyes, but he wanted to fight back.

Xiu's face was extremely ugly, and when he flipped through the magic book, it turned out to be a time magic that abruptly stopped the puppet's movements.Then, it was a binding magic, the six-pointed star blocked all his movements, and then completely grabbed the puppet.

Xiu looked at the captured puppet, stretched out his hand, and caught his pulse slightly tremblingly.There was a dead silence there, he picked up a puppet wire and said: "It is not 'creatures' who manipulate him."

"The will of the abyss?" Jiang Ye said: "That thing raised the king of the abyss."

"..." The puppet's pale to transparent skin was repaired, which was proof of excessive blood loss.

Jiang Ye didn't notice that his emotions were wrong, and said to himself: "I don't know what else will come out of it, undead creatures? Fallen angels?... No, after so many years, there are no gods."

The tightly locked puppet's whole body's puppet strings were cut off, and the body was bound.His figure was suddenly reflected in his originally inorganic silver eyes.

The hoarse, never-used vocal cords called out.

"build."

Xiu looked carefully, but felt that it was not the current reflection, but the projection from ten thousand years ago.

He seemed to be repeating the appearance of the last moment before death, persistently chanting.

But he is clearly an unconscious puppet.

His little friend who had gone through thousands of sails was standing in front of him, staring at him nervously, and said, "I didn't...it wasn't me."

The time of the puppet is fixed at the moment of death, which is a kind of death.

Apart from his fighting instinct, he would only call out a person's name mechanically.

Clumsy and rusty.

"……build."

The mage only felt that his heart was being cut open repeatedly by countless knives, and the pain was unbearable.

He was trembling all over, his composure could no longer be restrained, unspeakable pain pierced his soul, causing him to die again in this instant.

How dark was his last days?

In what hopeless love did he die, chanting his name, in this dark abyss.

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I said I didn't want to insert a knife... I covered my face again.

Memory killing is really fun.

The more the mage is stabbed, the better the benefits after the night will be (what)

It's almost over and I'm crazy about Calvin... I'm so hard.