After the holy sword is broken

He obviously didn't have any title, nor did he have a precise direction, but everyone present seemed to know who he was talking to, and they cast their eyes over him in unison.

It seems that the lighting on the stage and the attractiveness of the audience are naturally involved there.

Except for the person in the center of the light, everything else is still.The grand battlefield seems to be just an exquisitely arranged background.

The person under the light is holding a sword.

It was a strange bastard sword, the length of the sword was longer than that of a half-handed sword, the blade was wider than that of a wide-edged sword, and the blade was thicker than that of a chopping sword.

At this time, the sword cut down neatly, splitting a different-horned demon obliquely in half.

Take a horizontal shot to clear the slowly falling corpse of the different horned demon out of sight.

He raised his head, ready to scan the surrounding battlefield, but his gaze involuntarily fixed on the person who stretched out his hand towards him from afar.

"Come here, my son." The Demon Lord repeated again.

Even though it was thousands of meters away, Alger could only see the silhouette of the other party with his excellent eyesight, but those words came to his ears clearly.

It's not the common language of the mainland, nor is it the hoarse and ugly Abyssal language. He can't tell what language it is, but he can understand the meaning of it.

In fact, Alger has already recognized it.

Only the person who provided his other half bloodline, no, it should be the devil, could give him such a familiar feeling.

The evil seductiveness that was present at every moment, the slander that drove him into the abyss, and the despairing depression that had accompanied him since he could remember.

The moment he saw that smear of silver dust, these nightmares that he had just gotten rid of not long ago, entangled him again, trying to drag him back to that hopeless situation.

He slowly raised the sword in his hand, silently posing for battle.

The demon lord smiled and took a step forward.

The dark clouds above the battlefield rolled, and purple lightning flashed in the clouds.There was a dull thunder in the distance, and a fine net appeared in the air, which was a regular phenomenon.

The entire continent is blocking the progress of the demon lord.

There is nothing in the entire continent to stop the demon lord from moving forward.

With just one step, he crossed thousands of meters and arrived in front of Alger.

"Could it be, have you lost yourself in the order?"

Alger held the sword firmly in his hand: "I am the descendant of Yinyue, the son of mankind, the creation of order."

The demon lord chuckled lightly.

"It's really not sober, let me let you see your own essence."

"Don't worry about anything else, Burgess."

Already noticed it.

At a certain moment, all the high-level professionals felt at the same time that the darkness had descended.

Sweat slid from Burgess' brow and into his eyes, causing hot pain.

He didn't dare to blink, and only stared intently at the center of the flames, where a piece of metal was floating.The spherical barrier envelops it together with the lava core, suppressing the fiery fire attribute power within it.

Even with the enchantment blockade, the leaked high heat still makes the temperature here continue to rise. "The Favor of the Moon God" emitted a soft light to protect him.

A gorgeous alchemy array was built between Borgins' fingers, tempering the piece of metal, making it shape, and slowly approaching its proper appearance on the map.

The dark breath enveloped silently.

The will of the abyss that has invaded so far has sensed that there is his nemesis here, and he wants to prevent it from taking shape while it is still weak, and destroy it as soon as possible.

The spell book was turned in the mage's hands, and protective barriers were established one after another, covering the breath of the two of them.

After doing this, Dana paused suddenly, and then laughed lightly: "I almost forgot, isn't the heart of lava here?"

In the cave of the red dragon, the eyelashes of the sleeping white-haired girl in the ice coffin fluttered slightly, and she seemed to be sleeping extremely restlessly.

The fingers of the hand folded on the lower abdomen moved slightly, and the owner of the hand seemed to wake up at any moment.

The red dragon lying on its side opened its eyes, its huge dragon eyes like hot lava balls quietly stared at the person it guarded.

It's time to wake up.

The Witch is about to wake up from her long slumber and continue to fulfill her promise.

In the druid's woods.

Since sunset, there has been a black mist here.

The evil minions have penetrated into the mainland, even if it is thousands of miles away from the gate of hell, it cannot stay away from the invasion of darkness.

In other words, the erosion between planes has nothing to do with distance.

The gate of hell is a seal and a boundary.

It is the weakest place in the plane barrier, and it is also the place where order and chaos directly collide.

In addition, the dark and fragile places of the human heart, the places of desire where belief is lacking, and these fertile soils for evil breeding are all the cracks where demons poke their hands into the world.

Same here.

Is it the desire for materialism generated by the prosperous business in Dock Town that has attracted the attention of the devil, or is it the gap in her heart that has attracted the prying eyes of the abyss?

The druid holds her spear and stands between her animal companions.

Mother Nature gave her eternal youth, and time left no trace on her.She is like the forest she guards, eternally young and full of vitality.

But under this beautiful appearance, the heart full of flaws has long been unable to support the pure faith needed by the caster.

The druid's emerald eyes are like the forest sea in late spring, but it doesn't have the vitality that the forest should have.

It was exhausting and dead.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, are you okay?" A voice floated out from the thick fog that confused the mind.

"My... Maureen."

Druid came back from the vision of the past: "Don't use this voice."

More than 20 years have passed, and the appearance and voice of the perpetrator have long been blurred in memory, but the imprint deep in her soul made her recognize it the moment she saw and heard it.

nausea.From the soul to the body, the instinctive nausea almost vomited out.

"Why not? The owner of this voice likes you very much."

"Heh." Maureen sneered, raised the spear, and the light of divine magic was shining on the tip of the spear.

"Let me reminisce, um... He often hides in the crowd and looks at you quietly, he doesn't even dare to speak to you, while talking with others, he carefully peeks at your reaction.

"He always reads your name alone at night, Maureen, Maureen, I like you so much..."

"To shut up!"

The druid was really angry, and a hurricane suddenly blew up in the open space in the forest. The wind was full of the power of Mother Nature, and it pressed towards the treacherous gray mist.

"Hehehe, why are you so angry? If you were gentle with him, you might be very happy."

The druid's emerald eyes glowed with a green light, the natural power filled his whole body, and the spear pointed forward——

"I don't need this disgusting happiness."

The strong wind suddenly became strong.

"Hahahaha, it seems that you don't like the way I help him...I'm really sorry, I think he is so pitiful, even as a devil, I can't stand it, so I gave him a little courage .

"Although, you don't seem to like our demon's solution, but you are so irritable that you directly killed him...

"However, I don't think it's a good thing to sacrifice my life for this. After all, I, who was attached to his body at the time, can also feel... What a delicious body."

The hand holding the spear suddenly felt a little sore.

The picture that I don't want to remember comes back again, broken into pieces of light, and bit by bit, another fact is pieced together.

"How? Do you feel sorry for him? Do you feel that you have done something wrong?"

The dense fog is surging, and there is something to come out of it.

The green light in Maureen's eyes dimmed, and the angry eyes were replaced by confusion.

Did she kill the wrong person?

In fact, what is needed is not to kill that person, but to expel the demon?

However, who should she ask for the harm she suffered?

Is it possible to understand and must forgive?

The demon came out of the thick fog.

This is a projection, an image projected from the abyss to the mainland. Except for the gate of hell, there is no gap on the mainland to allow their entities to sneak in.

"It was you who called me this time." The devil smiled, a deceptive smile.

This is a succubus.

He did not choose the handsome appearance that humans love most, but maintained an ugly devil image, but even so, the natural charm effect was still working.

The ugly appearance that violates the aesthetic laws of the creation of order, but full of fatal attraction, is such a contradiction.

This inexplicable attraction is not the natural longing of the living beings, but the product of the distortion of magical power.

Disgusted by druids.

"What do you want? I will satisfy you, just like 20 years ago, satisfying that person."

Loathing or regret?The hatred that was once pointed to clearly, suddenly has nowhere to pour out.

"Your negative emotions are growing, do you feel resentment? Do you feel wronged?

"You didn't do anything wrong, but you have to bear the condemnation of your conscience for the mistakes of others. The townspeople you guarded have no gratitude, and they have never sympathized with you.

"Have you forgotten those unfair treatments? Have you forgotten those unwarranted accusations and slanders?

"The gods of order will only make you endure and teach you to forgive. Why don't you join the demon's camp and vent out as much as you want."

Maureen gripped the spear tightly in her hand.

"Are you tempted? I know what you think in your heart, and that's why I came. Come here, let's kill those who dare to humiliate you, and use the most painful way to make them suffer , also reported back.

"The teachings of the gods of order, the ridiculous and useless dogmas, don't worry about it anymore. From now on, you are a free person."

The silver wolf beside Maureen suddenly jumped out, roared, showed its sharp teeth, and bit the succubus with ulterior motives.

"Hey, what a murderer." The devil smiled and raised his hand, intending to turn the silver wolf into ashes under the black fire of hell.

The spear pierced his palm.

"Shut up, don't blaspheme | liberty." Maureen pulled out | the tip of the spear, and the light of divine magic condensed on it, dancing a beautiful curve in the dark environment.

"Why should I be an accomplice to those who make me unhappy.

"You should be the one I hate."

The power belonging to the druid suddenly exploded, pointing at the enemy of nature, expelling it, obliterating it!

To this day, it is revenge.

Door of hell.

In the center of the battlefield, heavy swords and palms are wrestling together.

"So stubborn." The demon lord sighed, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, evil and malicious.

The open hand grasped the blade, fine cracks spread from the point of contact, and soon covered the entire body of the sword.

The brilliance of magic shines from the sword body, struggling to support the shape of the heavy sword.

Alger's hands trembled slightly due to excessive force.Rare experience, natural brute force makes him rarely suffer in strength.

The gray pupils approaching to silvery white became darker in color.

A silver-white light shines from him.

The image of the Silver Moon Goddess appeared behind him, with her arms slightly wrapped around him, hugging him in a protective posture, and silently joined the duel.

The sky was still dark, shrouded in clouds.

A round of silver moon appeared in the sky, through the clouds, exuding an incomparably holy light, corresponding to the image of the goddess below, and contending with the chaos on the other side.

Holy and evil, light and dark.

The clearly distinct forces collide with each other.The powerful energy set off a hurricane in the field, rolled up the sand, and suddenly spread in all directions.

The static images around were reawakened, the battlefield came alive again, the fighting and bloodshed continued, but the people in the field began to pay close attention to the center of the hurricane.

Everyone knows that is the core of the war.

It is closely related to everyone, but not everyone can intervene.

The violent wind of energy sweeps across the battlefield, blowing away small lemurs, deflecting warriors' swords, even interfering with the magic cast by mages, obliquely slanting beyond the intended landing point.

The figure of Goddess Silver Moon disappeared after all.

The silver moon in the sky also slowly disappeared.

Her hair, which was close to pure white, dimmed again, revealing a silver-gray color, and her pupils, which were like silver mirrors, turned crimson like blood jade.

The epee finally shattered into scrap iron under the great force.

Under the effect of inertia, Alger rushed forward for half a step, and immediately stopped, the black soil turned out in front of his boots.

Alger panted heavily, the sweat dripped from his forehead, fell to the ground, and soaked in.

There was blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, he raised his hand to wipe it away, and turned his gaze to the enemy in front of him again.

"Facing the facts, you should be very clear about which one has shaped you, the blood that accounts for half of it, or the blood that has long since disappeared."

The demon lord stared at him, his silver-gray eyes were also glowing red.

The light is getting more and more prosperous.

The color is getting darker.

"Come here and stand by my side."

The same silver-gray short hair, the same scarlet eyes, and an infinitely approaching handsome face.

This is a father and son, no doubt about it.

"Alger, don't be fooled by his appearance!" Li Ji Yaoyao shouted.

The demon lord didn't even look at him, and didn't even flick his fingers.

The petite girl seemed to have been hit by an invisible heavy hammer, her whole body was shaken, and she fell from the shoulder of the giant stone golem.Ragal stepped forward and caught her.

On the other side, in front of the demon lord, Alger, who had lost his weapon, slowly took a step forward.

The demon lord opened his hand towards him.

The footsteps suddenly stopped, hesitated, hesitated.

Thoughts were bewitched and controlled, but the underlying consciousness issued a warning to him.

"What are you waiting for? It's been so many years late, are you still unwilling to face your true self?"

Alger raised his head, his red eyes were empty, like two crystal clear glass balls, beautiful but lifeless.

Consciousness was paralyzed and sank into the endless crimson sea.

Violence, desire|desire, everything is about to break through the barrier, like tearing a piece of thin paper, behind the thin paper is unfettered freedom.

Yes, as long as you can break the rules, you don't need to be bound by it, and he has such power.

He belongs to Chaos, and will eventually fall into the embrace of Chaos.

Alger took the last step forward and stood in front of the Demon Lord.

The supreme monarch of the chaotic and evil things curled his mouth and showed a satisfied smile.

23 years, compared with his long life and endless planning, is too short.But to him, this rough and simple arrangement that looks like a joke is very important.

The demon lord folded his arms and hugged the god descendant who carried half of his blood in his arms.

Fingers gently caressed the fragile back of the neck.

From now on, that ridiculous seal, the so-called gate of hell, can no longer stop him.

The demon lord curled his lips and approached the defenseless neck.

He opened his mouth, revealing two fangs with a cold light.

The sound of the dagger sinking into the flesh.

Twice, in no particular order, overlapping together.

The fangs gleaming coldly stopped in front of the fragile neck, the blue blood vessels were still beating, and the blood mixed with the breath of the abyss and the power of the silver moon was close at hand, but it still couldn't be taken as its own.

The figure of the stalker Ives flashed behind the demon lord. He pulled Alger by the back collar, dragged him away from the enemy's arms, and stepped back far away.

Alger's eyes were still crimson, like monster blood jade, like the stained glass on the windows of the church, but the divine light in them had been re-condensed, and they were clear and bright.

He held a dagger in his hand, the one Fello had given him.Just now, he used this dagger to launch an attack at the same time as Elvis.

The demon lord slowly retracted his fangs, and returned to his contemptuous and arrogant look, as if everything was still under control, as if the surprise attack just now hadn't caused any harm to him.

"Do you still want to struggle? Your destiny was decided before you were born."

"My fate is not up to you to decide."

The author has something to say: Tomorrow will be the finale. (>^ω^<)