The Record of Unusual Creatures

The nightmare is dissipating.

The "forgotten abyss" shrouded by the chaotic power of Lockerton gradually broke away from the darkness, and the change of the most gentleman was the core of the epic battle, the spiral hill of the throne of the nightmare tyrant.

The dusk-like dawn disappeared unconsciously, and the remnants of the twisted weird spiral hills were completely disintegrated in silence, and the monsters that emerged from the nightmare seemed to be sun-drenched, and they rose up. Layers of smoke gradually became transparent, and eventually disappeared between the heavens and the earth. The storm over the plains ceased, and the giant pillars of smoke and dust collapsed like dreams. The little light of the stars rose from the pillars of smoke and dust. It is as if the soul that has been liberated has risen to the sky in a fluttering manner, and some mysterious debris of the glimmer has fallen from the sky, sprinkled on the battlefield, and sprinkled on every soldier and general.

Caracius looked at the scene with a sly look and subconsciously reached out.

A shimmering debris fell on his palm, and the debris came up with a slight warmth. He seemed to hear someone whispering, but it was only an illusion.

All kinds of natural forces have dissipated, and a ray of light shines on his face.

The rolling clouds in the sky gradually subsided and dispersed in all directions. The light that has been far away from the world for many years has descended from the sky, and the last haze has been dispelled. A beam of light pierced the sky, like a thousand floods.

"The nightmare is over..." A high-ranked paladin took the **** helmet off his waist and looked up at the brightly blooming sky. "This time, it is really over... ”

The exhausted soldiers can finally rest, and after losing their will to support themselves, they fall down on the ground one by one, and they are stunned. The whole body is covered with blood and dirt. They look at each other, and the strong joy and relaxation make them bear. I don't want to laugh or shout, but they have not even screamed. They can only look at the comrades around them, trying to smile at the corners of their mouths.

Caracius also wants to fall like this, even if it is a minute, you can let yourself rest, but he still plucks his will, barely stands, and swaying toward the prisoners.

His platinum rod has been completely overloaded and destroyed in the previous battle, so at this moment he can only support himself with a crooked wooden stick.

Some vague figures stood in front of the king of mountains and rivers.

The English Soul Corps and the End Legion have not saved one after the end of their last battle. Countless twisted warriors and ancient English souls fell on the road of assault, paving the way for the future, and when dawn finally As the advent, the two legions are still standing on the battlefield.

Dark creatures that are distorted and distorted, empty and transparent soul warriors, a pair of empty armor and robes, they gather in front of the king of mountains and rivers, as they were reviewed thousands of years ago.

A skinny old man stands in the forefront of this team, like a most ordinary old man, looking up at the head and the king of the mountains.

Carrasius seems to have suddenly remembered this time. The "Pope" is no longer a living world. He is a gathering of the dead and a member of the army of the dead.

August VII, like a father, has already died.

Gordon, the king of the mountains, leaned down in front of these warriors and listened carefully to the words of the old pope. For a long time, he nodded slightly, seeming to make a promise, and then slowly stood up.

A beam of light vents from the clouds and shines on the end of the army.

The distorted limbs dissolve in the light, and the corroded bodies are vaporized. With the dissipated black smoke, these distorted monsters return to their original form in the form of soul. A knight wearing a bright armor, a priest in a holy white robe, the warrior who was in charge of the battle flag also recovered, he re-emerged as a battlefield bishop in a shirt, must be white, cheeks fortitude The piece of rag that had been tied behind him was flying in the air, and gradually became a golden phoenix flag with a side view of the goddess, and fell back into his hands.

The old pope nodded to the battlefield bishop and looked back at Caratius, and he turned to the queue of the dead.

The battlefield bishop raised the flag of Jinhui in his hands: "The whole army turned backwards!"

"Get off!"

The deceased took a neat step, greeted the glory of the clouds, marched forward and leaned toward the light.

More and more glory from the clouds, and more and more strong, finally gathered into the ubiquitous skylight, the whole world reflects the glory of the world, and in a bright light, the figure of the legion gradually thin, Gradually gone, and finally merged with the glory of dawn.

The ten priests were standing upright and looking at each other.

On the battlefield at the rear, the surviving soldiers struggled to stand up, and they supported each other and watched their ancestors leave.

After the quiet and silent delivery, Karasius looked up with a sensation, and a simple cane carved with curved thorns slowly fell from the air. He let go of the stick in his hand and reached for the thorn cane. You can also feel a trace of residual temperature.

"According to the wishes of 'they', 'they' hope that you can take over the responsibility of the pope," the voice of the king of the mountains came from high altitude. "The arrival of dawn does not mean the end of everything, but the beginning, there needs to be a person to lead. The world is on track, are you willing?"

Caracius clasped the thorny cane, and the old pope looked back at him as he turned to the sequence of the dead. He only knew the responsibility he had to face from the deep gaze.

The arrival of dawn does not mean the end of everything. Even if the threat of Lockerton disappears forever, the chaos of Chaos no longer threatens the world, and Kolo is destined to experience a period of turmoil and hardship, because in the real world outside, chaotic warfare has After seven years of raging, the plot to annihilate the believers caused the kingdoms to encounter unimaginable destruction in the last month of the war. It is a world that is in vain, and many things need to be revisited. And when the "chaotic tide" is always a memory of the past, Kolo must also rebuild a new order. This is a new order that people living in this land never thought of. At this time, there must be a personal station. Come out and lead everything.

Caracius took over this burden, but also felt heavy pressure. The king of the mountains seemed to see what he thought, and the rumbling voice came from the air: "The prisoners will return to the world."

"We will also help," with the heavy footsteps, Mulu's voice came from another direction. He and a member of the prison officer did not understand the power of the light of order, so in the battle just now. He did not stand with the king of the mountains, but sits in the Sanctuary. "I believe that Hao Ren will have follow-up arrangements."

"Hao Ren..." The king of the mountains and rivers couldn't help but look up at the sky. The gap that reflected the external universe had disappeared before, and in order to prevent the power of Lockerton from reversing into the world, the barrier of the prison system has been closed again. He didn't know what was going on outside. "I don't know if everything goes well on his side..."

"I believe in him," Mulu said slowly. "He never planned to be unsure, even though he usually looked casual, but everything he did was farsighted and never missed."

Just as Mulu’s voice fell, a beam of light suddenly broke through the sky.

This beam is different from the ordinary skylight. It not only shines on the sky, but also tears the space. The shielding system of Kolo Prison is opened from the outside, and the image of the external universe flashes in the beam for a short time. To the atmosphere of Lockerton.

Mulu showed his early expression, smiling and pointing to the figure that appeared in the beam: "Look, he is back."

"landlord!"

"Uncle Ren!"

"Great cat!"

"Hip-hop!"

A group of people rushed up. The first thing that came to the front was the occupants of the family. Hao Ren greeted these familiar faces and smacked the small weak chicken into the canned bottle. Gordon and Caracius, the kings of the mountains, who came later, nodded.

Carrasius hurriedly asked: "Rockyton..."

"It won't come back again," Hao Ren opened the space to show the last piece of debris collected from the soul of Lockerton. "This is its last piece. Under the testimony of another true God, it has Deprived of the possibility of resurrection or return in any form."

Carrasius couldn't help but close his eyes and draw a ring in his chest with his hand: "Thank Goddess..."

Although Lockheedton has been expelled from the world before, as long as it is not certain that it has really died permanently, it cannot be 100% assured!

Hao Ren took this opportunity to look around the battlefield.

Those souls have disappeared, and even the pedestal with the spiral hills has disappeared. The Great Plains are illuminated by the sky, and the smog and shadows on the plains fade away. A peaceful and peaceful atmosphere pervades the battlefield.

He sighed softly and felt the end of a nightmare-like era. He also felt that a civilization had finally survived. Then he looked up and looked at the king of the mountains.

"Gordon, how is the influence of the warden's appeal on the major secular kingdoms?"

"Most people in the secular kingdom do not necessarily know the existence of the prison officer, but the church's appeal should be sufficient. Although the withdrawal of the church from the secular kingdom in this crisis led to the prestige of the sanctuary, as long as it is affected, Explain the truth, I believe everything will be reversed."

"I need your influence," Hao Ren turned and nodded to Caracius. "The follow-up arrangements for this world, as well as some things in the external universe, need to be known to the world." (To be continued.) 8