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Luther calmly spoke terrible words, and pulled out the inscribed sword nothingness from the Iai slot.

Like the Lord of Truth, he also sought power from the Dragon of the Evil King (Almighty Power).

Even the spirit will be eaten away to dilapidated condition, and it will end up like a madman.

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Volume 59: Chapter 55 Chapter [-] The Fall of Solomon

"Dragon of the evil king, give me strength."

As Luther's voice fell, the shrill dragon's roar resounded through the sky.

At this moment, the black and purple aura as deep as an abyss wrapped around Luther's body.

Wang Jian and Solomon were facing each other, and the strange black and purple contrasted sharply with the golden red.

The similar helmets of the two show completely different meanings.

The sincere crimson and the magical red thread are facing each other at this moment.

"This world only needs one god! That's me!"

The Holy Lord of Truth has fallen into hysterical madness, and his sanity has been eaten away by power beyond human control. .

Facing the arrogance of the false god, Luther roared and raised his two swords.

"You're a fucking god!"

Unprecedented power of darkness erupted in his body.

Along with the emergence of powerful power, a tingling sensation also emerged from the depths of my mind.

Cannibalizing the spirit is not the wish of the dragon of the evil king, but the price that must be paid to gain great power.

At the moment of tit-for-tat confrontation, the golden red and black purple afterimages collided suddenly.

boom--!

The lawn was blown by the scattered air waves, the swords collided hundreds of times in just ten seconds, and the flying sparks seemed to set the world on fire.

When the Book of the End was opened, Solomon's guards fell one after another, and the evil dragon led the group of dragons, and immediately fought with the sword-shaped robot.

There was a mournful cry, and a golden Conglong was split in two in the middle, blood was splashed, and it fell powerlessly to the ground.

Solomon's guard was also torn apart by the dragon's sharp claws, and even the remnant body was turned into a puddle of molten iron on the breath of the dragon.

Brutal robots and dragons keep falling.

"Wu Ming Jian! Don't you want to see my answer? Then use your true skills!"

At this moment, Luther was no longer calm, but let out a mad roar.

Under his voice, the blade of the Wuming Sword vibrated slightly, as if sighing.

Suddenly, invisible fluctuations flashed by, and a golden-red mist emerged from the pitch-black blade.

[The nothingness of nothingness is also the infinite nothingness, remember, my partner. 】

The voice of the holy sword emerged from Luther's mind, and then fell into silence.

At this moment, Luther finally understood that in addition to the ability to nullify the power of the holy sword, the Wuming sword also possesses the power to imitate the power of any holy sword at will.

Even though the spiral sword is not a real holy sword, it is a quasi-sacred sword born from the power of ten holy swords by gathering the power of ten holy swords.

"That's my power! You bloody thief!"

Seeing that the power of the spiral sword was imitated, the madness of the Holy Lord of Truth suddenly intensified to an incomparable extreme.

Driven by anger, the sick heart intensifies its need for power.

The golden-red mist was so thick that it might turn into a rain of blood at any moment.

The Holy Lord of Truth stepped on the ground, and the power of the manic Solomon swayed in all directions, and the cracks spread from under his feet, like a spider web hundreds of meters wide.

The gust of wind was suddenly picked up, and the dark red cloak full of holes at the lower end flapped.

"Do you think I can't do it!?"

Luther grinned and responded with the same crazy tone.

In the next instant, the two sword fists collided.

boom--!

The opposing air waves poured out immediately, but the two of them stood firmly in place. The land behind them had long been barren land, without any trace of greenery.

Blood dripped from the wound on Solomon's waist, like an hourglass counting down, silently announcing the inevitable end he would reach.

The blades collided again, and under almost the same force, the three holy swords kept shaking.

"Do you know? If you continue like this, you will die soon. This book will not give you the power of immortality."

Luther spoke hoarsely, and there seemed to be traces of malice in his tone.

"Although what my lightest left you with was not a fatal injury, no one gave you blood. Just like before, you will die in the company of pain and cold."

The severe pain in my mind is always incessant.

The power of the Almighty is like a boundless sea full of storms, to which the human mind is just a small boat sailing alone.

People in small boats could only watch in despair as the bottom of the boat was punched by the raging waves one after another, and finally sank helplessly in helpless sadness.

"I think before that, you will become a lunatic like me..."

The Holy Lord of Truth laughed hysterically.

In his opinion, the spirit possessed by Luther, who only had a short life, is just a drop in the ocean compared to him who has lived for a long time.

The Dark Swordsman will eventually be eaten away by madness in front of him, becoming a void shell without any ability to resist.

"Would you like to try it? Is my spirit eaten away first, or you, the beast, die first?"

The corners of Luther's mouth went up as much as possible.

The false gods and the rebels let out wild and crazy laughter in different ways.

The next moment, the swords of the two bounced each other away almost simultaneously.

Solomon and Wang Jian slowly flew backwards.

The flow of time, at this moment, seems to have reached the slowest level.

"The dragon of the evil king!"

Following Luther's roar, the dragon of the evil king, who was covered in bruises, came leading the few remaining dragons.

Hundreds of Solomon's guards were gone at this moment.

"This kind of useless garbage dragon can't do anything at all!"

Yitzhak raised the spiral sword with all his strength, and a huge projection appeared in the air, trying to split the coming dragon of the evil king into two.

The spiral sword wrapped in golden-red mist flew out of Luther's hand, and under the same force, it turned into an identical giant sword.

With the collision of the giant sword, the eyes of the Holy Lord of Truth finally showed the color of panic for the first time.

He saw the roaring dragon coming, and saw the sharp dragon teeth biting his limbs, sparking flames.

But in the end, no scar was left.

Seeing this, the corners of Solomon's mouth raised again.

"I said, this kind of trash dragon can't hurt me!"

He laughed again.

But in the next moment, this unruly smile disappeared without a trace.

Transformed from a dragon into a gold-plated chain, tightly wrapped around his limbs, the end of the chain is connected to a space that leads to nowhere, no matter how much the Lord of Truth struggles, it does not appear to be loose, but it is even more tight.

"Let go of me! Let go of me! You trash dare to restrain God!?"

【Holy Lord of Truth, you gave up being a god yourself! 】

Voices that are no strangers to the Holy Lord of Truth came clearly from the chains.

"Wu Ming! Wu Wu! You——!"

That was the voice of the Dark Swordsman of all ages.

This chain, which the Holy Lord of Truth cannot break free no matter what, is the result of their resolute souls and their determination to save the world no matter what.

"Damn you!"

Luther laughed loudly, and reached out to touch the dragon of the evil king who had already come to him.

At this moment, the evil dragon turned into black and purple aura and merged into his body.

The brand-new dragon of the evil king roared, opened its mouth wide, and bit fiercely on the waist of the Holy Lord of Truth.

Holding him in his mouth like this, he flew to the other end of the deep space.

"Let go! Let go! Let go!!!"

The Holy Lord of Truth screamed and struggled continuously, and beat the evil dragon's forehead with the hilt of his sword with all his strength.

But the sharp teeth showed no sign of letting go of him after all.

"Hahahaha-!"

The evil dragon laughed wildly, and bit down on the other side of the blue sky with all its strength.

Click.

Solomon was divided in two.

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Volume 60: Chapter 56 Chapter [-] 'The End of the Story'

The screams stopped abruptly, and the body that was divided into two fell towards the ground.

The evil dragon was stagnant in the air, its crimson eyes quietly watching the body of the Lord of Truth disappear into the clouds.

"he died."

Luther's calm voice came from the mouth of the dragon of the evil king.

The dark golden dragons gathered around him, and the smiling and relieved faces of the dark swordsmen were fleeting on the scales.

But at the next moment, a previous picture suddenly flashed in Luther's mind.

"No, it can't be confirmed just like that."

Luther frowned, and drove the body of the evil dragon down quickly, passing through layers of gray dogs.

On the earth, the Holy Lord of Truth, who had been divided into two, had already lifted his transformation, and the almighty power lay quietly in a pool of blood.

In his completely empty black eyes, the image of the evil king's dragon descending from the sky was reflected.

"you win..."

When the evil dragon landed, a faint voice came from Yitzhak's mouth.

At this moment, he could not breathe in any more, obviously he was about to die completely.

Black and purple spiritual energy overflowed from the evil dragon's body, and the incarnation Wang Jian reappeared as if walking down a ladder.

"Want to hear...? My story."