Chapter 250, Memories of the Old Days

"Even so, it's still dangerous. ”

Chloe controlled the Almighty to transform into his most familiar figure, conjured up a black combat suit and umbrella sword, and picked up one of the hottest cores quenched from the blazing bonfire and hung it on the tip of the umbrella: "I was reminded of it, but it still went astray." ”

"The ice field in the mirror is also part of the world of fire, and naturally it can also be burned. ”

"The nun...... The original nun obviously told you to light the fire, but the result is still like a fool and ready to build a stove, like a fool. ”

Countless black lines spread out from the edge of the skirt, and Chloe, whose consciousness had been cut off a large part, was unable and did not dare to carry out deep and precise perception, so she could only find her way through this stupid method.

Where is the warm flame hidden in the ice field in the mirror......

"Well, it seems that there are still living creatures in the ice field, running around with braziers, causing me trouble. It's obviously a matter of time or time, but I still have all my strength to delay. If you have the determination, you will find a way to fight. ”

Black lines covered the snow, the pure white world seemed to be blackened with ink, and another nun, who sat on one giant wolf, patted the old wolf and stopped at the bottom of the cliff by the chapel, in front of a grave.

Unlike the nuns of the Throne of Flames, this one was dressed similarly, but without the bandages that covered the burn marks, and the hooded dress was also white, blending in with its surroundings.

A huge sickle that had killed countless lives and carried endless resentment was slanted in front of the tomb, and the nun stared at the old but sharp edge for a long time, and began her final desperate prayer.

"Woo~"

The giant wolf guarding the tomb let out a menacing roar at Taniguchi, and the ice crystals stretched out in place of its old and feeble claws. It rushed over without hesitation, even if it would never be able to defeat the other party, but since the villain was not here to sweep the tomb, it was up to it to sweep it!

Chloe casually came to the old wolf's side, wrapped her delicate arms around the wolf's head, suppressed the old wolf to remain motionless, and was petted by Chloe......

"It feels okay, but I don't have the time to play with you. ”

Chloe sighed, opened her black umbrella and cast a shadow and called, "Shadow!"

"Fix it. ”

"Yes, Miss. ”

The head of the sturdy figure only has a big mouth, revealing uneven white teeth, and a strong smile: "Sakura, Shadow, Fall!"

Suddenly, it was dark.

Countless pitch-black arrows that were incompatible with the snow-white ice field turned into black lines shuttling, and the shadow blade that appeared on the arm turned into an invisible blade of will, cutting through the air, momentum, energy, and all obstacles like pieces of paper, only focusing on the fragile throat under the wolf's head......

Five seconds have passed, the black flowers have fallen, please rest in peace!

The shadow didn't dare to stay longer, and the constant traction and devouring from his feet made him feel a little palpitating, so he chose this extremely gorgeous instant kill to complete the task the fastest way. Then, with the help of the line, it is to float to the upper level.

"Good luck to you. ”

Chloe nodded absently and drew her slender black stabbing sword, the only force rushing over it......

"Give me the brazier, I'll light the fire. ”

Sister Bai Bing, who didn't know what it had to do with Sister Flame, raised her scythe reverently and spun it around in her hand, and the cold air overflowed.

"It seems that it is a refusal, so it can only be robbed. ”

Chloe wasn't the only one, and she didn't mean to merge with the dark side. In essence, he is more like the disqualified king, wielding the only power of the dark side, but using it as an instrument. Even his world is just a place of sleep, play, and vomit.

Needless to say, the Black Thorn Sword easily cut off the Cold Iron Scythe, and split it in two along with the nun who did not dodge or dodge behind it.

But Chloe's fingers brushed her cheek, wiping away a frost mark, a testament to the nun's strength and piety.

"It's pointless, though. And without an audience, I don't need to be perfect. ”

The perfectionist thought in a broken way, and retrieved the black umbrella, and the burning and dancing flames on the tip of the umbrella slowly drifted towards an old ash brazier placed in front of the tomb, but with a little scorching power......

The Mirror Ice Field regains its ...... of fire Facing a cursed fate again. It's just that no one survived, no one witnessed.

Perhaps, before the primordial awakening, there will still be countless years to live, and the inhabitants will rise from the tomb and be reduced to ashes and wander in the cold wind......

But this has nothing to do with Chloe, he dropped the black umbrella, and even collapsed the world in an instant, disqualifying himself, just to be able to quickly move away from here along the thread of truth.

And in the silence, after he was gone, the noise and the serpent of the spectators quickly disappeared, and this was no longer a place to see the excitement......

And in the silence after the silence, only two people came here - before the beginning, no one could be called great. 139 Chinese

Born from the bones and blood, the messenger who records the chronicles of the old days and weaves the apocalypse of the new day.

The pedestal of the void of the world, the wonders of the universe, the astral dreams that represent the certainty of truth and inherent destiny.

"Lose...... Comfortable. ”

The messenger seems to be quite interested in conversation, and it seems that he is not very comfortable with the way of communication in this world, and it is rare to be a little confused.

"Well, I'll admit, I lost. ”

"There are so many layouts, and I am releasing news and doing things, but the result is actually ...... Still let the fire ignite. I'm afraid that he will soon be resurrected. ”

"Alas, I didn't expect you to choose: as long as the time is shortened, then most of the backhands will be self-defeating. Do you have enough time for yourself?"

Starweaver Dream finally replied, "No problem. ”

"Oh, it seems that the one in the book of Revelation is you, how good, the only one who escaped. It's not like we ......."

The messenger chattered like a chatterbox:

"I'm just a thought in a dream, guarding two books. ”

"In the true sense of the word, there are only two old days that have passed the last day, recorded in the chronicles. Unique, but not beyond ......"

"I'll be here, just a return to ......"

"No, I just lost. Oh, not yet, but not so long ago, after the Throne of Flames burned, I could see more of the message of the Apocalypse, and so, I lost. ”

So, I threw in the towel. Come here, wait until you become one, and I don't know how long it will take, and a new night will come......"

"Nights and dreams, it's too long......"

"By the way, I have a question, how do you know the possible options without looking for Kabbalah? That should be the answer beyond the reach of all mysteries......

The mystery involved in detachment is already beyond the level of the great, so no matter how much premonition and prediction are useless, we can only rely on the most simple means: finding clues, studying reasoning to find a way.

But the clues are still being fought over in the Overworld, and the truth side is beginning to reclaim the avatar as if it was done, which makes the Courier very puzzled and interested.

After the Dream of the Star of Truth merges with the web of destiny of his destined other body, which also has the same intrinsic, certain, pre-worldly qualities, to become great, the Messenger's book of revelation will be difficult to decipher His actions. Only the Chronicle retains access to decrypt the record.

After all, under the same mystery, tracing traces is much easier than estimating the road......

The incarnation of Starweaver Dream blurred for a moment, but still insisted on explaining, "Because, I won at the beginning. ”

"I, my essence is the pedestal of the world, just as those two old days have seized the cycle of birth and death and the flow of information. ”

"Everything that was at the time of the founding of the world was all I knew. I don't have my father's powerful ability to obtain information, but Kabbalathu has always been in my records. As long as I don't put it into operation in any form, the Father can't know and can't speculate on the path I'm going to take. ”

"That's a big advantage. ”

The Messenger retorted: "But this essence will also bind your actions, the certainty and inherentness of all things, meaning weakness or even infeasibility in the extremes of change and transcendence......"

Before disappearing, the Starweaver Dream avatar responded: "Ability is ability, person is person, mine is mine." ”

Perhaps, in the constant night, there is a meaning that you don't know. ”

"Chronicle records, this is the first time that it has been old? ”

"But this time there are three pillars of you, not last time. ”

"So, in the truth, I found the transcendent ...... I needed"

"Also, in terms of extrapolation, my location has the highest success rate, as high as 1.000255%. ”

The messenger looked at the place where Starweave Dream had disappeared, "Thank you for helping me. ”

"The next night, it's going to be my home game. ”

"But...... This time...... I can't do anything about it......"

In the mirror, the ice field shattered, the messenger fell into an indescribable plain, the fragments of the black crystal shattered inch by inch, and the shattering of the main world at the lowest point of the void was the first cry, and the dream that shrouded the entire void began to turn into nothingness, and those small fires that rarely struggled with some ability were extinguished one by one, and the small bubbles that broke under the rust red were punctured again......

Endless tentacles engulfed everything from below, and bones and blood showed their true form.

This round of nights and dreams turned into memories of the past.