The edge of pure land

The old friend reunited after a long absence, but Medanzo did not show any emotion. He just looked at the familiar face expressionlessly and walked into the abandoned resort with an umbrella, just like a traveler passing by. Sit on the ground, on the soft sand.

"It's true as you said. I have calculated the possibility of you appearing here, but I would rather believe that I made a mistake. I don't want to see you standing in front of me alive."

He picked up the cup of coffee and said with emotion: "You are more peaceful when you are dead."

"After all these years, you are still so mean."

Constantine sighed: "Actually, before I went to God, the person I worried about the most was you. It wasn't that I was worried that something would happen to you, but that there was something wrong with the way you got along with the world. You were too arrogant and too Too lonely... This world is too angry, but sometimes it is full of kindness. You are the biggest contradiction I have ever seen."

The ruin-like city is so empty, with only the hot wind roaring through the long streets, and the lonely stars in the night sky looming, reflecting on the black sea, sparkling.

The two strongest people in the world were just sitting on the beach talking, as if they were friends reunited after many years of separation. It felt like they had gone back many years ago, and nothing had changed.

There was no excitement that brought tears to my eyes, and no emotion that felt like a lifetime ago.

Eyes that were also glowing with the sun looked at each other, as if they only parted yesterday.

Medanzo shrugged: "I think I'm living a pretty good life."

Constantine said firmly: "But you are lonely."

Medanzo raised his eyebrows: "Don't act like you know me well."

Constantine smiled silently: "Don't I understand you? In this world, there are always a lot of idiots, and geniuses are aliens. And you are a genius among geniuses, as if you have never been understood by anyone in your life. Van Gogh. People will not understand his value until he dies.”

Metanzo said disdainfully: "I live a much better life than Van Gogh."

Constantine shook his head and said: "In fact, only you know whether you are living a good life or not. Some people are rich in gold and silver, but they are not happy. It sounds a bit Versailles, but it is not unreasonable. You are born to be a genius. , you can easily get everything you want, except In fact, this is the case for people like us. While we are given high hopes by others, we are also constantly wary of others, but at the same time we are shouldering the sacred mission of protecting the world. He is an alien that should not exist in the eyes of others.”

He paused: "We are monsters, and you are the monster among monsters."

Medanzo drank the coffee and said, "Instant coffee tastes really bad."

Constantine was used to his tactics of changing the subject, and said helplessly: "We have long been accustomed to the malice from mediocre people, and are also accustomed to those unfounded suspicions and accusations. It seems that this has become a part of life. .I also know very well that people are far more afraid of me than Awe. No matter what I do, I can never be someone that people respect from the bottom of my heart. Even the first generation and the second generation are no exception. The reason why I wanted to compete with you was not because of how much I wanted to be. Holy Sovereign, it’s just that I don’t want you to sit in that position.”

Medanzo narrowed his eyes: "How do you say that?"

Constantine smiled: "Because you are inappropriate, you are still a child."

Medanzo sneered: "You say this as if you are my elder."

Constantine corrected: "You know what I mean. I'm not saying that my character is more mature and stable than yours. It's just that I have some things that I am willing to accept and I am willing to compromise. But you are different. You are resisting...you Resist growing up, you hate the adult rules of doing things.”

Medanzo curled his lips and said, "Really?"

Constantine nodded: "The world thinks you are a moody lunatic, but only we know that you are actually just childish. I don't know what you experienced in your childhood that made you develop such a character. But you are better than most people. They are both sensitive and slender, and have a unique set of Your own psychological protection mechanism. When you encounter misunderstanding and slander, your inner arrogance makes you disdain to defend yourself. Your inner paranoia prompts you to find ways to retaliate once you feel offended. , is your relationship with the Federation."

There was a hint of emotion in his sun-drenched eyes: "I still remember when you first became the Archbishop, you felt that those holy objects were not safe in the Sealed Gate, and you were worried that they would be used by people with ulterior motives, so You decided to use your own magic to strengthen the seal, but the old guys from the church and the federation thought you wanted to monopolize it. In fact, you had no interest in those holy objects at all, but you killed the cardinals who guarded the sealed door on the pretext of heresy, and stole most of the remaining holy objects. You put the half in the stockings one by one, sealed them, and gave them to the big shots as gifts at Christmas that year.”

There are actually many things like this.

Constantine only cited one of them, there were countless worse things.

Medanzo spread his hands and said: "They all think so, why don't I do that?"

Constantine said faintly: "What is the purpose of you doing this? You are just venting your dissatisfaction. The harder you mock the world, the more afraid they will be of you. You have not become the kind of person they think you are. Because your nature is kind, you cannot see the world burning. But when you suffer the misunderstanding of the world, what you do will only make you drift away from everyone. I have told you many times, emotions. Transformation will not solve the problem.”

Medanzo raised a finger and shook it gently: "I have never thought about solving the problem. What the world becomes has nothing to do with me. I don't care."

Constantine suddenly asked: "Then why are you here?"

Medanzo said nothing, lowering his head and drinking coffee.

"See how much the world has disappointed you?"

Constantine played with the iron spoon used to stir the coffee, and the reflection of the spoon reflected his complicated eyes: "You are essentially still a child, yearning for a fairy tale world, perfect. But the reality is not like this, the reality is cruel. The more you insist on something, the more disappointed you will be.”

Medanzo finally raised his head and said softly: "What do you want to say to me?"

Constantine pointed to the sparkling sea: "Under the sea, there is a military base left over from ancient times. It is shrouded in an alchemical matrix and contains a intact nuclear submarine. Although the model is a bit old, these five hundred Technology has not improved much in recent years, and it is fully usable. The most important thing is that this nuclear submarine can break through the seal of the third site, and it has a unique cruise system.”

Medanzo narrowed his eyes and said with interest: "Are you asking me to...escape?"

Constantine hummed: "I don't mean to look down on you, but you shouldn't be here. What you reminded me back then is true."

Metanzo's eyes became profound: "Is there someone else behind the curse of God's Ember Technique?"

The hot wind roared, lifting the white hair on his forehead, and there was a majestic momentum filling the air silently.

The tide became turbulent.

Constantine raised his hand and pointed to the sky, his originally calm face became mysterious, and he said softly: "At the beginning, after you and I were promoted to the tenth realm, we both felt... There seemed to be an extraordinarily powerful existence in this world. Every time we become stronger, it seems It's around. But when we really want to study it, it's not there. It's like Schrödinger's cat, somewhere between existence and non-existence. But according to the notes left by the first and second generations, Before I became the third generation, its presence was not that strong.”

Medanzo also raised his head, his sun-filled eyes reflected the night between the sea and the sky, and said lightly: "With the new system we have developed, it is also recovering."

Constantine suddenly asked: "Do you know why this is?"

Medanzo thought for a while, then raised his hand and released a curtain of holy light. Thousands of rays of sunlight vaguely gathered into a vague human form: "Because this person was obliterated by the secret of the God's Ember Technique."

When he said these words, it was like thunder on the ground. The hot wind whistling on the long street blew away the shattered remains of the building, and the falling rubble burst out with a muffled sound.

The light curtain released by Metanzo's right hand shook slightly, reflecting the outline of a man. The darkness in the night was illuminated, and the mysterious aura spread like steam.

"The secret of the Divine Ember Technique cannot truly erase a person in the physical sense, but it can strip him from the world, just like a seal, preventing him from interfering with the outside world. This is a bit similar to what I said in The state in the Holy Mountain, but his situation is undoubtedly more serious. "

He twisted his right hand, and the figure in the holy light curtain became clearer and clearer: "Every kingdom can sense his existence, but it can't have any influence on him, except for those who have developed the evolver system. Whenever If someone restores a new system from the distorted history, his seal will become loose. This is why I initially discouraged you from becoming a holy monarch. But unfortunately, when I discovered this... it was too late. ”

Constantine looked at him with relief and praised: "As expected of you, you are smart."

"Although I don't know who this person is now, I am extremely disgusted with him. I don't want to see this guy break free from the seal, but the two of us have already made wedding clothes for him. In fact, you had a problem with your thinking back then. At that time, I was also vaguely affected. But the difference between me and you is that I was able to resist for a while. "

Medanzuo crushed the Shenghui in his palm with his right hand, and his voice became colder: "But the reason for this is not that I am stronger than you in any way. It's that he can only fight against one person at the same time. The first generation, the second generation, and you... you all went to the North Pole to get rid of his influence, but in the end you all failed."

The joy in Constantine's eyes became even stronger: "Yes, that's it. You always thought... that the initiator of all this was Omega. But in fact, it is not the case. The return of that person is the end of all this, so I advise You run away. Now, he's three-fifths done."

Medanzo chewed on the meaning of this sentence: "Three-fifths?"

Constantine pointed at him: "You are his fourth sacrifice."

Medanzo smiled.

"Interesting, there are still people in this world who regard me as a sacrifice."

He licked his lips, and once again showed an almost crazy expression, and his emotions were faintly excited: "Even if it is the God of Origin, if I hadn't voluntarily entered the urn, there would be nothing she could do to me. Is that guy really better than the Origin? God wants to be more advanced?"

Constantine thought carefully and gave a negative answer: "That's not true. The God of Origin is indeed the top of the world and the existence of everything. But you also know very well that the ignorance of human beings is that they often Fearing the existence that they cannot understand, and ignoring the other things around them Dangerous fellow creatures. There is a saying from the ancients that those who are not from our race must have different hearts... But I always feel that the most dangerous species in this world are not gods, but humans. After so many things, you have discovered what the nature of the White Walkers is."

The madness in Metanzo's eyes has not disappeared, and the sunlight flickers in and out of his eyes, like a tritium lamp in the darkness: "The White Walkers themselves are White Walkers, just a kind of garbage creature without a brain. But if I didn't If you guess wrong... the original gods should all be human beings. The so-called human bodies of the aliens are just the spiritual consciousness of the first batch of human beings that have been revived in the infinitely copied individuals. In fact, the human bodies of the gods are. Their original being.”

Dead silence.

The hot wind howled between sea and sky, drowning out his soft words.

If this conversation between Metanzo and Constantine could be recorded by reporters, it would surely cause an uproar on the global Internet. Scholars all over the world would go completely crazy because of this. In particular, the academic forum in the world of evolution would be directly paralyzed, and human beings would All three views will be subverted.

While scholars all over the world had only touched the fringes of the Celestial Civilization after five hundred years of joint efforts, Metanzo had already found the truth of it all alone.

"Pretty much, your deduction is correct."

Constantine praised: "I admire it. I only learned the truth after I died."

"Stop pretending. When you wanted to go to the North Pole to become a god, you must have guessed something in advance. If I guessed correctly, your purpose was to enter that... institute. When I went to the North Pole alone, I was far away. I glanced at that place from a distance. I knew that I couldn't get in at that time. I had to master the power of Alpha and Omega at the same time to have any hope."

Medanzo's eyes became cold: "You have planned so many things behind my back before. In fact, you just wanted to seize the body of the Tree of Life in the North Pole and obtain the order factor."

Constantine also joked: "Not only that, I also want to steal Omega's pseudo-core."

Metanzo suddenly realized: "At that time, Omega condensed a new pseudo-core?"

Constantine hummed: "Almost, but I didn't grab it."

Medanzo laughed and said, "Have you never beaten Omega?"

Constantine did not answer the question directly, but continued to ask: "Actually, I never understood why Omega was so afraid of you. Now I understand that you are indeed one of the individuals in this world who needs to be vigilant most. From a genetic perspective, it’s the same. If I’m not wrong, you were also a cancer patient in the original world.”

"Wow."

Metanzo pretended to be amazed: "The first world."

Constantine suddenly stood up, played with the iron spoon in his hand, and drew a huge circle on the beach: "Don't you know very well? This world has been destroyed and reshaped many times. There is a great man who... The supreme divine power keeps reshaping the world. That great power always envelopes the world, maintaining a huge cycle, which Omega calls eternal reincarnation."

Medanzo tapped his coffee cup thoughtfully with his index finger.

"Nietzsche?"

"Yes, Omega borrowed Nietzsche's theory to describe this great power. Eternal reincarnation can store all the information since the birth of this planet. Based on infinite computing power and endless energy, according to the existing information Reshape." Constantine suddenly raised his hand and slit his throat with the nail of his index finger, and blood flowed out and dripped on the beach.

"Is the composition of human beings very complicated? Maybe it is very complicated in the eyes of humans in the 21st century, but in front of Omega's computing power, it is nothing. Even more complex evolvers, people like me , still very small in the face of infinity.”

The wound on his throat was filled with a rich darkness, and it healed in an instant: "For example, at this moment, the changes in my body, the drop of blood I shed, have been recorded. Even if I disappear into ashes, the material that makes me up will not. disappear, but will be transformed into a substance that exists in another form. If there is an ability to be transformed. If the transformed matter returns to the form of a certain period, then there will be no real aging and death for human beings. If you want, you can make a person go back to any period, and the power of this huge system of eternal catastrophe is great. The reason is that it can recreate your consciousness. This is a miracle, even beyond the divine curse system.”

The drop of blood melted into the sand and stood out in the circle he drew.

It seems to indicate that the individual Constantine is already in the system of eternal reincarnation.

And there are countless individuals in this system.

Like countless gravel in this circle.

Medanzo scratched his head: "It sounds a bit like going back in time, but it's not."

Constantine agreed: "Yes, because the accuracy is not enough. If a person has unlimited computing power and infinite energy, then in theory he can indeed do anything. But the problem is, this is just a theory. In reality, You may encounter a lot of problems. Take computers as an example. For example, the accessories cannot keep up, the algorithm has errors, and the system needs to be upgraded..."

Medanzo pointed to his head: "If I had that kind of power now, I wouldn't be able to do similar things, because I would dry out my brain first and my body would be burst. Of course, I I will be resurrected, but I cannot achieve such a great feat.”

Constantine stared down at the circle on the beach and sighed: "So that person chose a more clever way, which is to let history develop naturally."

As the smartest person in the world, Metanzo only needed to think a little to understand what the other party meant: "First, choose a specific period, resurrect the people who existed at that time, awaken their consciousness, and modify their memories. Transform the environment at that time. It's like "The Truman Show", except that for them, they have not experienced death, but have returned to a certain day in their lives, from a deep sleep. Wake up."

Constantine added: "These people are your and my ancestors."

"In this way, a lot of computing power and energy will be saved."

"Yes, because the information and energy required to resurrect a primitive human is far less than that of resurrecting an evolved person. Although they are both human beings, evolved people and primitive people are already two species. The information of that era was also very Very little and very controllable.”

"Next, he only needs to follow the established history and let the world develop according to the script of the past. Although the development of history is random, he can control it through infinite computing power and infinite energy. Although because of the civilization of gods, It is impossible for history to develop without errors, but he does not care about this at all. He only needs to limit history to a controllable range and only need to reproduce the key parts he needs. "

"Yes, most people in this world are NPCs, and a few are players."

"From this point of view, eternal reincarnation is indeed possible. The most critical part of this system is that it takes a huge amount of computing power and energy to perfectly resurrect a person's body and consciousness, and even... I can't understand what he is. What method is used to restore the transformed matter? This is indeed a miracle. As long as this problem is overcome, it will not be difficult to control the development of history. After all, he has unlimited computing power and energy. "

"I don't know exactly how he does it, but it works."

"So how many reincarnations is this?"

"I have no idea."

"Is reincarnation infinite?"

"It's almost over."

This is another piece of information that is enough to blow up the whole world.

Where does life come from and where does death come from? This has been a question that has been debated since ancient times. Countless philosophical masters have spent their entire lives unable to find the answer. Now it is revealed in the dialogue between these two people.

So absurd, so bizarre.

This world is a huge cycle.

Death, rebirth.

Birth, old age, illness and death, joy, anger, sorrow, separation and separation.

Everything happens in this cycle.

This is not the truth of the universe, but it is the truth of this world.

What would the world think if they knew all this, and how crazy would they be?

No one knows.

The night grew darker.

In the silence, only the sea breeze swept across, bringing with it the feeling of intense heat.

In fact, at this point in the discussion, after Metanzo and Constantine confirmed their inner thoughts to each other, they both felt extremely shocked and moved.

Even though they are already demigods who are superior to mortals on earth, they still feel their own insignificance and humbleness in the face of the creation-like miracle of eternal reincarnation.

Because of the existence of the civilization of gods, it is not difficult in their eyes to live forever.

But wanting to resurrect the whole world, recreate a dead world...

They couldn't imagine who could do it all.

So shocking.

Medanzo looked up to the sky and drank the last sip of coffee, and suddenly said: "If I guess correctly, when the person erased by the Divine Ember Technique breaks free of the seal, reincarnation will end?"

Constantine was silent for a second and replied: "Yes, there is still two-fifths left. Back then, Gong Yu and Chu Shiqing were not good people. Gong Yu wanted to send you to the North Pole, and Chu Shiqing You want to send me to the North Pole. From this point of view, there are only two of us in the golden age. Now I have been assimilated. If you are also killed, there will only be one person left."

Medanzuo clicked his tongue and said, "My poor Mr. Lu."

Constantine glanced at him: "Aren't you going to run?"

Medanzo smiled: "Do you think I will lose?"

Constantine said calmly: "Anyway, I lost."

Medanzo looked at him and said, "Whose side are you on?"

Constantine turned his back to him, crossed his arms and looked at the sea, his white hair flowing lightly: "After telling you so much, you should know one thing very well, I am not who I am."

Medanzo lowered his eyes and said regretfully: "Yes, it's a pity that after seeing each other for so many years, you are no longer you. Your body is still the same as before, but your consciousness was simulated by Omega. Kang Standing's personality. You have no free will, your soul is asleep."

In fact, Metanzo could tell from the first encounter.

So he didn't show much emotion.

Neither happy nor sad.

Because the person in front of him is not Constantine in the real sense.

It's a counterfeit created by Omega.

Kind of like a clone.

It has all the memories and emotions of the original owner, and its thinking patterns are exactly the same.

But it’s just specious.

But this is the gift that Omega has prepared for Metanzo.

Constantine.

The only person in the world who can stop Metanzo.

Constantine nodded again: "Yes, this means that my idea itself is no longer important. I lost, so I can only do things for them now."

The night seemed to become darker.

There is murderous intent hidden in the darkness.

Medanzo stood up and patted the sand on his butt, and showed an indifferent smile again: "I know that you old boy has not settled down after nagging for a long time. Although your kingdom has not been liberated, it has enveloped this land. Ruins...I can’t say it’s seven o’clock, it’s getting dark so fast.”

He held up the umbrella again and said with emotion: "The great destruction has finally come to an end. Long time no see."

This is the numerology of Constantine.

The sky is dark.

"You shouldn't have allowed my kingdom to overwhelm this place."

Constantine turned around, his eyes becoming as dark as ink, but faintly flashing with the brilliance of the sun: "Common sense, whose kingdom has the advantage, whose power will be stronger."

Medanzo shrugged: "It's up to you."

For a moment, he had disappeared onto the beach.

Only a series of footprints are left.

In a fleeting moment, Metanzo was already standing in front of an abandoned gas station. His lightning-like speed seemed to shake off the sound of the wind, leaving only a series of explosive sonic booms.

Time and space were suddenly distorted, and Constantine appeared in front of him in an instant.

A punch flew out, hitting Medanzo hard in the chest.

Constantine's numerology is also extremely rare. After the dark system of celestial phenomena is developed to the extreme, he can convert dark energy for his own use, especially under the increase of the end of the Great Destruction.

The teleportation just now is actually the same as the principle of the curvature spacecraft.

Constantine didn't move, just distorted space-time with expanding dark energy.

This allows him to theoretically move faster than the speed of light.

But this is theory.

In fact, neither Metanzo nor Constantine reached the speed of light.

Constantine punched out, and the expanding dark energy suddenly engulfed the entire gas station. Along with the majestic air waves, it spread in all directions, and dust rose like a mushroom cloud.

The afterimage of Metanzo was also swallowed up without a trace.

"Hey, we haven't seen each other for so many years, and the speed has gotten faster." Medanzo flashed behind him like a ghost, stretched out a slender finger and lowered it, but the momentum of this finger was like a sudden drop. The sword that cuts through the sky seems to be capable of splitting even mountains and seas.

Unfortunately, this finger did not fall, and Constantine disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The expanding time and space exploded like a balloon, and the turbulent air waves lifted Metanzo's forehead.

Fortunately, his slash cut through the energy of space-time expansion and no one was harmed.

"You haven't recovered to the speed you had in your heyday, and your progress is not small." Constantine crashed through time and space from his left side, and cut off his neck with a hand knife.

Metanzo, whose body and head were separated, floated away like a reflection in the water, while a series of afterimages flashing with holy light appeared on the long street, and finally landed in the dusty cafe.

Constantine once again broke through time and space to follow up, with deadly moves.

Each of his punches was enough to swallow up time and space, and the dark energy blasted out spread out like ink, but it only shattered the twisted afterimages in vain, and did not cause any real damage.

Medanzo held an umbrella and moved gracefully and calmly with a flicker. Everywhere he landed, a building was swallowed up without a trace. In an instant, the ruins on the long street were swallowed up by the expanding darkness and became empty. Stone chips and dust were swept up into the sky by the air waves, like a raging ocean tide.

He flashed four blocks at lightning speed, causing many buildings along the way to be swallowed up by the collapse of time and space. The floating ash everywhere undulated like a sea and was scattered in the night.

"You know it's not my style to be beaten all the time, right?"

This arrogant man showed an extremely excited smile, even crazy as if he had taken drugs: "Since you left, no one in the world can fight with me anymore!"

He suddenly stood at the end of the long street, and a brilliant lightsaber formed in his right hand.

The hands rise and fall, the brilliance is like a tide.

At that moment, Constantine also burst through the air, and casually pulled out a dark spear made of condensed dark energy from the fragmented time and space, and suddenly thrust it out in the direction of the light.

The Sword of Light and the Spear of Darkness collided, and light and darkness flickered on and off countless times in an instant. It seemed as if the weapons of both sides were intertwined, and countless dazzling arcs flashed and bursts of explosive energy burst out. The roar is the sound of energy clashing and annihilating.

Medanzo and Constantine were fighting at a speed beyond the human limit. Countless slashes and thrusts seemed to overlap in an instant, attacking each other's vital points.

Dense sparks rushed up to the sky like a frenzy, illuminating their crazy faces.

"Me too."

Constantine also laughed: "Only you can make me do my best."

Even the evolvers of the ninth world crown world can't survive a second under this attack.

Because both sides have extraordinary computing power and energy.

A seemingly simple attack, but it contains thousands of changes.

Including the alien magic of both sides.

Both Medanzo and Constantine had black blood vessels bulging.

Infinite lines and super-limit lines emerged.

If possible, they can fight here for hundreds of years.

"You work harder, I'm going to increase the stakes."

Medanzo laughed wildly: "I'm going to use the eternal line."

"That kind of thing..."

Constantine's lips curled up a smile.

But suddenly, he was stunned.

Because the wheel of light suspended in the sky shone brightly, powerfully illuminating the darkness in the night, leaving shocking burn marks in all directions.

"Are you looking for my soul blade?"

Constantine's eyes became deep, but he did not stop swinging his spear and stabbing. The dense stabbing seemed to set off a dark frenzy, offsetting the light that was coming towards him.

For the battle in the Tenth Kingdom, the kingdom is crucial.

And the soul blade is the best medium to support the kingdom.

Medanzo did not choose to confront him with the kingdom, but used a relatively tricky method to destroy his soul blade first, so as to lay the foundation for victory.

"You are really smart, always keeping a hand."

Constantine knew that with the opponent's computing power, it only took five seconds to calculate the position of his soul blade, so he raised his left hand first, and the dark blood vessels bulged, like a black lotus.

"Eternity, open!"

Silence descended without warning, the world seemed to be dyed into monotonous black and white, the sound of light and darkness was pulled into a low strange sound, and the flow of time and space was infinitely delayed.

It seemed like eternity in an instant.

Medanzo's sword-swinging action was also frozen at this moment, his fluttering white hair was clearly visible, the flying dust was also suspended in front of his forehead, and the arrogance and murderous intent in his eyes were so clear.

In the eternal silence, everything is frozen.

At the moment of the final kill, Constantine held the Dark Spear to avoid his slash, and the tip of the spear spewed out a thick black sunlight like ink, attacking the opponent's heart.

With a click, the silent world shattered, and the black sunlight brushed Medanzo's head and penetrated the desolate long street, leaving a deep abyss-like scorched gully on the dusty asphalt road, and the splashing air waves were like a volcanic eruption, a hundred meters high.

"What a pity, I missed."

It's not that Constantine missed the target, but that Medanzo dodged it.

"It seems that I can't be impatient to deal with you..." Constantine's pupils shrank slightly, and he saw the black lotus pattern spreading under the guy's neck.

When both the enemy and us have eternal power, the ability will be neutralized.

The moment is no longer eternal.

No, that's not right.

Constantine lowered his head and looked at his chest. A burning sword mark pierced through his right chest. The heart in the chest cavity was cut in half, and blood flowed out.

Medanzo in front of him had disappeared, leaving only the afterimage that disappeared with the wind.

"You have been dead for too long, but I have always been..." Medanzo stood behind him with an umbrella, and the sword of light in his right hand shattered into scattered light fragments, but he stopped talking before he finished, because he felt the sudden collapse of time and space, and the huge pressure seemed to crush him!

The huge pressure made him breathe poorly, his tense muscles turned red, and his bones wailed.

With a loud rumble.

The asphalt road collapsed, and the electric pole behind Medanzo was also broken. The broken upper and lower parts did not fall to the ground, but were twisted into a strange arc and suspended in the air.

Holy Prison!

Dawn Light!

"Actually, I deliberately lured you to get close to me. As long as you enter within one meter of me, my Divine Ashes will be automatically triggered and release the Holy Prison. There is no point in seizing the opportunity to deal with you. I must take the initiative to sell you a flaw and let you take the bait, so that I can kill you." The black sunlight in Constantine's eyes flashed, evolving from dawn light to sun light, shining brightly.

A black sun rose in his pupils!

He made seals with his hands: "Sunlight, Absolute Ashes!"

"Oh, Sun?"

Medanzo raised his head, he vaguely felt the ruins shaking, and in front of him was a dark sun emerging out of thin air, releasing a majestic killing intent like a black hole.

That was the black sunlight condensing.

Medanzo clearly felt that the space and time where the dark sun was located collapsed, which means that the black sunlight also has similar power, and everything will disappear wherever it shines.

However, it is also a great burden for Constantine to use these two kinds of sunlight at the same time. His eyes even shed thick and fishy blood, and his breath became disordered and he was panting.

"In fact, I learned the God Ashes Art very recently, and I was still unfamiliar with these two concepts and changes, but thanks to you for demonstrating it in front of me." Medanzo smiled slightly, and the golden sunlight shone in his pupils. He snapped his fingers casually, and the space and time shook violently.

The light of dawn lit up in his pupils, and he pushed his hands to the left and right, just like a Tai Chi master who had practiced for a hundred years, and he pushed the shrinking time and space inch by inch. The huge pressure suddenly disappeared, and he regained his freedom.

This is the reverse use of the Holy Prison.

But facing the dark sun that was ready to go, he did not dodge.

"Sunday, the ashes."

Medanzo said softly.

His pupils were bright, and the sun's light flashed to the extreme.

The bright sun appeared above his head, and the scorching sun was ready to go!

For a moment, Constantine's eyes showed a touch of emotion, because the old friend in front of him obviously just mastered the Divine Ashes Technique and had not yet mastered its conceptual changes.

This was originally Constantine's advantage.

But unexpectedly, he still underestimated this old friend.

Constantine just showed it to him once, and he learned it immediately.

"I have the kingdom's blessing, but you may not be able to defeat me." The wound on Constantine's right chest has healed, but it leaves a faint burn mark that is indelible.

"Oh, about this, I seem to have found where your soul blade is hidden."

Medanzo made a lotus hand seal with both hands and smiled slightly:

"——The kingdom is liberated, and the world is blessed with a bright day!"