Blood Candle Keep Disciple

Chapter 568 Not Eternal Twilight

"I don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth? You mean... am I crazy?"

With a movement of his fingers, the invisible blood scythe was cut off quietly the moment the black figure on the throne didn't notice it.

There was even no room for resistance and rejection, and the head fell to the ground.

The severed hood fell apart, revealing its concealed face.

It was not the cold and beautiful face on the statue of the Goddess of Death, but rather old and wrinkled, not even a woman.

"You're right, you pretending to be a false god! The sky is high and I'm laughing at Ling Tian, ​​the heroine of the ages, the number one madman!"

The expressionless metal mask concealed an unruly and ferocious smile, and Ai Logan walked unhurriedly in front of the head that rolled down the altar, imitating the former's appearance and stepping on it.

Immediately, brains splattered.

"Jie jie jie jie..." At the same time, a strange laugh sounded from the seat of God: "I said, this is my domain of the gods. No matter how crazy you are, what's the point?"

Sister A looked up, but saw that the broken neck of the old man, which should have been chopped off, happened to be supporting an old man's head that was exactly the same as the one she had just trampled on.

The fact that the hood had been chopped off and fell to the ground did not recover, indicating that it was not an illusion.So some kind of ability to reincarnate from the dead?

If it's just divine power, it must be consumed. I can destroy his body in a short period of time, and try to see if I can drain the opponent's divine power.

But if it's the passive attribute of the priesthood... it's a little troublesome.

Sister A stood under the throne and looked up, but she didn't see the figure of the old man in her eyes, but tried to see some cause and effect behind him that didn't seem to exist.

On the contrary, the man on the throne looked down, but there was unstoppable greed in his calm eyes.

He seemed to have finally recognized the divine power of death that was of the same origin as himself.

The man waved the scepter from side to side comically with quick movements that did not conform to his image, and walked down the steps of the altar towards Helogens step by step.

His eyes were full of fanaticism, like a desperate gambler who was betting everything on himself.

As if responding to the call of the oracle master, black scythes constantly appeared in the void of the hall, and they were cut at Sister A from every angle with the old man's uncoordinated posture.

Ai Logan didn't care at all, even yawned, stretched, and began to walk up to the altar step by step facing the old man.

Stretching lazily, she passed the two scythes that were supposed to be on her body without any flaws.Walking in the courtyard, elegant and calm, formed the strongest inverse contrast to the desperate and crazy expression of the old man who came from top to bottom.

The women who were crawling on the steps of the altar were frightened and backed up to make way for the two of them.But even so, more and more people died under the ubiquitous scythe.

Blood gradually splashed all over the throne, dyeing the originally dark Temple of Death in brilliant red.

Arrogance frowned slightly.It seems that the opponent is not very good at controlling his divine power, which is really disappointing.

If she does the same thing, she can easily let her attack only touch the enemy's body in the moment when she needs to exert force, and completely disappear in the high-dimensional space for the rest of the time.

It not only saves divine power, but also effectively increases the power of the burst.

Having just broken through the big realm, Sister A wanted to find a decent opponent to sacrifice her sword at the risk of making Zhen Cheng dissatisfied, so as to consolidate her combat power in the new realm.

Originally, she was full of expectations for this local "goddess of death".Now it seems that the strength of the opponent may be disappointing.

Thinking of this, Ai Luogensi relaxed her guard, allowing a scythe blade that could have been easily avoided with a gesture of her hand, to cut her head obliquely from it.

The lower half of the mask fell off, revealing a mouthful of ferocious fangs like a monster.But the cut on the face turned into blood-colored paint immediately, and then returned to its original state.

Sister A, who has ignited the eternal fire of divinity, will no longer face the dilemma of being exhausted due to repeated consumption as she did when she was fighting the bloody anklet carillon.

[Unity] Realm The soul is immortal, and the energy of life is endless.If you still want to prevent her passive ability of regeneration and recovery just by consuming the energy in her body, you will have to kill forever.

"Hahahahaha..." There was a burst of wild laughter, and the scepter in the hand of the old man at the top of the steps suddenly appeared black.

This gives people a very subtle sense of deviation.It was as if at that moment just now...he suddenly became stronger.

The expression became more fanatical and greedy, the old man danced uncontrollably like a naughty boy, shaking his head and shaking the scepter in his hand: "The number one heroine in all ages? Not bad! Not bad!

I am looking forward to what kind of expression you will have when you are pressed under you.I have never played with such a woman hahahaha..."

The footsteps stopped for a moment. Sister A felt that after she was cut by the black scythe, the divinity and divine power belonging to the priesthood of death... was actually taken away a little? !

On the exposed lower half of the face, the corner of the mouth was cracked to the base of the ears.

Sister A showed the scariest and most breathtaking smile since she stepped into the hall.

The old guy in front of him seems to have become more interesting...

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Looking down from an altitude of [-] kilometers, the once [-]-kilometer-long Minnesota River is now like a dry and ugly scar, branded on the face of the earth with many holes.

In Zhen Cheng's memory, the scorching Gobi, which he explored not long ago, has now become an endless tundra.

Although all man-made traces have not been completely erased, they have been moved for many years.

The barren surface is shrouded in the eternal dusk, as if it has also frozen in time.Dead forests, small towns that have been crushed into ruins, strange figures that appear occasionally but disappear in an instant...

In order to avoid a large number of strange effects of the eruption in the ancestral land of the Zhen family on the east side of Asia, the jet fighters that took off from Hope Thetis chose to go to their destination via the North Atlantic Ocean.

The so-called North Atlantic is just the name it used to be.Along the way, Zhen Cheng did not see a drop of sea water.All I could see was the endless ice cap.

At the same time, Zhen Cheng also realized that the so-called "eternal twilight" in Gerrit's mouth was just a misunderstanding caused by his limited vision.

The entire planet was not completely covered by dusk.This is not a unified universe and land where every region has different celestial phenomena.

Leaving the narrow but stable twilight region where humans can survive, it is an extremely cold deadland where the surface temperature is constant at minus 140 degrees all year round, there is no wind, no light, and no life can exist.

Pop, pop.

Zhen Cheng, who was hanging outside the glass hatch of the aircraft cockpit like a koala, felt a vibration from the palm of his hand clasping the windshield.

(End of this chapter)