930.When the destined time is already in front of you...
930.When the fateful time is already in front of you... (page 2/2)
“There is indeed something wrong with those two guys. It's not your problem. I can't even imagine how exciting their lives were after they got together. But the two of them enjoyed it. This can be regarded as finding the right way to interact. So, as elders, we just need to smile at this time.”
“That's right.”
Mrs. Water nodded, turned around, drew her bow and fired a charged arrow to blast the little monsters that the Hunting Lord kept releasing as he tried to sneak attack General Maxim from behind..
For a dying god, the only way to resist is this sad way..
But even if Lady Water doesn't help, General Maxim doesn't need to worry about what's behind him. The silent monster has turned the Skullcrusher into the most lethal third-level mode, and continues to fight the evil god with blood rage called revenge, just like They are the warriors who came here on behalf of Transia. They want to repay the pain that the gnolls brought to that land many times today..
He just needs to hit his stride..
His lover will take care of his home affairs for him.
Ms. Leonia, holding a war bow, followed in the footsteps of the monster general. She wore the armor of the Blood Alliance clan and fought under the leadership of Lord Paying today, but she knew very well that this might be her last time participating as a descendant of the Blood Alliance. In such a fierce battle.
When the evil god falls, he will be truly free.
Therefore, for her, today's battle has another profound meaning..
“boom”
Like the movement of a blood-colored meteorite falling to the ground, a judgment light arrow fell at her feet, shattering the strange bloody light that tried to attack from below. When Leonia raised her head in surprise, she saw her elder, Lord Yvette, using a Looking at her with contempt.
“Too much expectation for the arrival of love and freedom has turned you from a deadly assassin into a cat that has lost its claws. You cannot even detect the hidden dangers. It seems that you are indeed not suitable for the dangerous war of the Blood Alliance clan..
waste！”
The leader of Sese scolded：
“I no longer need such a weak heir. After the battle is over, go away and enjoy your shameful life. Never appear in front of me.！”
“Ibara special adult”
“Huh, what a disgusting expression of weakness. I spent a hundred years shaping you into a warrior, and that white-haired man turned you back into your former self in just a few months. Oh, what a shame..”
Yvette didn't want to say anything more. Although this was Master Murphy's task, this was indeed the first time she had given such a generous reward since she became a vampire..
It's like my treasure has been taken away. I feel really unhappy..
So Boss Sese turned his head, opened the shadow spider bow in his hand, and shot out the ugly heart in the evil god's chest that was opened by Lord Paying with one arrow..
Of course, the gods are all aggregation of symbols. They do not have the mortal setting that they will die if their hearts are broken..
But this blow indeed brought unbearable damage to the hunting lord who had reached the end, causing him to explode a section of his body in the most painful roar, and the "divine bones" like blood jade were scattered everywhere. They are all, and they are still carrying high-temperature clouds and smoke when they land..
“His body is crumbling! The time has come to fall！”
Little Granny Bach gave a warning, she shouted loudly：
“All warriors below the Golden One withdraw from the fighting circle. The curse power when the gods fall will hurt you.！”
Lord Paying strode forward with the holy spear in his hand in the background of the crowd retreating. The buzzing eternal silence emitted a halo of blood that caused those dirty blood creations that came close to collapse themselves. The thousand-year-old watcher raised his head and looked at the end. The Lord of the Hunt, whose ferocious single eye was also glaring at him..
Then, the holy spear was swung, and was thrown by the Lord with ruthless precision under the ultimate judgment of sin, turning into a swirling light that penetrated the enemy who was at the end of his crossbow..
The final blow was delivered to the already shattered godhead..
“clang”
The sound of breaking glass echoed throughout the Scorched Earth Kingdom, representing the end of the Lord of Hunting..
The scene was like a blood-red mountain collapsing itself in an earthquake. The remaining body of the evil god also collapsed as quickly as quicksand, collapsing all the way down from its half-drawn head. Strange sounds like screams and curses were accompanied by bursts of explosions. And the collapse announced that the symbol of a great existence was dying..
These symbols will not disappear with the death of the Lord of Hunting. Perhaps in the future, other individuals will follow the ultimate interpretation of these power concepts and embark on the path of hunting, but there will never be another "Lord of Hunting" like him. "God of Evil".
After all, it is difficult to find a civilization like the Jackals on the continent of the material world that has continued the barbaric tradition for a whole thousand years. Without such a foundation, it is not easy to shape this majestic giant spirit..
God never appears out of thin air！
The collapsed blood and sand were scattered around the shattered throne, like a scarlet sea of sand still reflecting its unique luster. Lord Paying, who withdrew the holy spear from the center of the throne, was neither sad nor happy..
As the God-killer who struck the final blow, he did not suffer the curse of the gods' fall, which meant that the Lord of the Hunt chose to escape at the last moment..
What a coward.
But it doesn't matter.
He turned around and looked at the panting God-killers standing behind him in the shattered Scorched Earth Kingdom. He raised the holy spear stained with divine blood in his hand high..
The next moment, cheers resounded throughout this broken sky.
won！
The evil god has died, this battle has been won！——
“ah！！！”
The roars one after another echoed behind Xu Gesen, who was walking alone in the swamp, like a sad camp howl. Those roars that should have been cruel and ruthless were now full of fear and confusion..
They can no longer hear the roar in their minds, can no longer see the bloody world, and can no longer perceive the existence of gods..
This made the fanatical thugs of the Lord of the Hunt feel terrified and at a loss what to do..
But Xu Gesen was expressionless.
It closed its eyes on its warg and rubbed its forehead that was in severe pain, as if a tumor was being born in its spiritual world, or as if some heavy invisible thing had arrived along with the so-called faith..
The evil thing took root in the spirit and stretched out countless blood threads to bind his will..
Xu Gesen was unable to effectively resist this. After all, the moment it accepted the identity of the Chosen One, its body had already become a container dedicated to the gods. All the honor and waiting were for the arrival of this moment..
Its body is being taken over by the broken soul of the Lord of the Hunt who has fled here in embarrassment, and is turning into the final resting place of the evil god who has lost power..
This is the saddest fate of the chosen ones.
They gained strength, but also lost their future.
In this regard, Xu Gesen has no unique views and no regrets or disappointments..
It knew that the fateful moment it had been waiting for had arrived. Facing the robbery of the Lord of Hunting, Xu Gesen did not make any resistance and allowed his consciousness to be suppressed and fall into the bloody ocean that echoed in his mind..
It's like returning to the swaddling clothes when you were born, closing your eyes again in a comfortable posture.
Hmm.
It can finally take a good rest and wait for the day of its own death. No, it waits for the day of death for itself and the evil god it serves..
This body is not only a hiding place, but also the final cage that traps Him. The ruthless jailers are already in place, and the trial is about to begin..
Murphy, the divine choice of the Creator, a magical man.
bring it on.
Swing down your killing blade.
Completely cut off the rusty shackles that bind the gnolls, and just as you do your best to protect your subjects, extend a final helping hand to the gnolls who are already trapped in the quagmire..
The future is entrusted to you.
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