The fall of [Rembrandt] means Dicard's victory, Hugo and Andrew on the side are watching this battle the whole time, even Andrew, who knows something about the dry black severed arm, did not expect that Dicar, who wore the black ring, would have such a strong strength, it can be said that compared to before, he was completely reborn and became a different person.

And the source of this change was caused by the jet-black ring, and the power contained in it was unimaginable.

"The world is getting crazier," Andrew muttered.

The victorious Dikal appeared alone in the open space in front of the [Rembrandt] mecha at this moment, with a pair of dark eyes without any expression, as if he could suck the entire universe into it.

At this time, he gave others the feeling of being otherworldly, without a trace of human breath, to be precise, he felt more like an ignorant demon born from the abyss, and some more cruel things were needed to stimulate the madness in his heart.

Dicard slowly turned his head to face Hugo and Andrew, and when they saw Dicar's incomparably empty and empty eyes, both of them subconsciously shuddered. Dikar exuded an aura that made them feel a great fear of strangeness.

"Dikal..."Andrew tried to greet him, Dikal slowly turned his gaze to him, although there was no murderous fierceness, but with an indifferent sense of oppression, Andrew was breathless.

Andrew tried to call Dicard's name again, but was shocked to find that his mouth was open but he couldn't make any sound. The vocal cords vibrate and only make a uh-uh sound.

It was the sound of terror and fear.

Andrew swallowed hard, and looked at Dicard, who was slowly walking towards him, and his heart was already pounding.

This strange Dicard brought him death threats that he had never walked before.

Dikar stepped forward, Andrew gradually retreated backwards, and finally Andrew felt a pain in his back, and it turned out that he accidentally hit the stone platform, and the cold sweat was saved from his back, and there was no way back.

In the next moment, Dikal was already in front of him.

"Who are you?" Dicard said to Andrew, who opened his eyes wide and his rough cheeks trembled a few times.

"Did he forget me?" Andrew had a lot of thoughts in his mind, and they were mixed together like a mess. The blood of the severed arm and its own black ring brought strength to Dikal and also put a great load on him. As a result, Dikal temporarily lost his memory in the face of tremendous pressure.

So that is to say... The Dikal in front of him is a pure white paper, the blank memory has washed away everything Dikal used to be, and he is about to start all over again, and this blank paper is tantamount to allowing Andrew to paint any of his paintings, so that he will follow the path arranged by Andrew's group and become the most ideal god in Andrew's mind!

In an instant, Andrew, who was still in fear just now, was full of excitement at the moment.

"I'm Andrew, don't you know me?" said Andrew, softly, a tone comparable to a lover's tender greeting.

Dikar shook his head slowly, and Andrew continued to say softly, "Then do you remember who you are?"

Dikar frowned when he heard this, and his brow showed extreme confusion, and then this confusion turned into impatience, and finally slowly shook his head.

Andrew almost burst out laughing, trying to restrain himself from showing a smug smile.

"Your name is Dikal, remember? You are my friend. ”

"Friend?" repeated DiCarr.

"That's right, friend. Not only are you my friend, but you are also a partner in justice, and you are a great person who is full of sense of righteousness. ”

Dikar apparently didn't react to the barrage of names. He muttered a whisper repeating in his mouth.

"You... Andrew, I... Dicar,... Friend... Partners in justice... Great... Justice... Responsibility..."

"That's right, this is you, this is us, you're the great God, and I—" Just as Andrew, who was in great excitement, was about to instill his thoughts into Dikal again, Dikal interrupted him. A look of impatience suddenly appeared on Dikal's face, and he snorted coldly, "Boring. ”

The smile on Andrew's face suddenly froze on his face, and after a moment, he asked softly in disbelief, "You... What do you say?"

Dikar said coldly: "I said it's boring, go die." ”

In an instant, Andrew's face was already as dead as ashes, and he realized that the person in front of him was no longer the original Dikal, and how could he be easily persuaded by his own words.

Unfortunately, it's too late to figure it all out.

Dicar's palm reached forward and plunged his hand directly into Andrew's body.

Sharp pain came from his chest and abdomen, and Andrew looked at the arm with his palm sunk into his body, his eyes full of astonishment. The pain from the wound was not as much as it was now, and he was more traumatized mentally.

Andrew's spiritual world eventually collapsed completely at the end of his life.

In the end, he did not find a god who could grant his wish, nor did he create a god who could grant his wish.

He just brought a demon into the world.

Dicard withdrew his hand from Andrew's body, and an invisible stream of air wrapped around his palm, not stained with a trace of blood.

Andrew then fell to the ground, and red blood flowed out, converging into a pool of blood.

Andrew didn't die immediately, his body continued to twitch and tremble in a pool of blood, and his body became more and more cold, and when his life gradually lost and he began to lose consciousness, Andrew's mind couldn't help but think of Xiaode's face.

The boy who was buried alive by himself may have woken up before he died, but what kind of expression and state of mind would he have when he found that he was surrounded by solid dirt?

"I'm sorry," Andrew muttered as his lips quivered, his vision blurred.

After killing Andrew, Dicar's gaze shifted to Hugo's location, but to his surprise, Hugo disappeared from his original location.

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

"Are you looking for her?"

Dicar followed the prestige, but saw a young man in a mecha combat suit firmly strangled Hugo's neck with his arm, preventing him from making a sound, and put his other hand behind Hugo's back, apparently forcing him with a gun.

No matter how Hugo struggled, that arm held him firmly and immobilized. Dicar's gaze turned to the kneeling mecha [Rembrandt] on the side, but saw that its cockpit door had quietly opened at some point.