Chapter 960: Labyrinth IV.
The massive metal golem was surrounded by a cloud of flames.
The incandescent flame sprouts, constantly swallowing, the huge metal golem constantly struggled in such flames, trying to break free from the entanglement of the flames.
However, the flames were like glue, sticking to the body of the giant metal golem, and it was impossible to break away.
"Melt me!"
Not far away, Fink. Blaze looked at the huge metal golem wrapped in flames, and the whole person roared loudly.
With this roar, the incandescent flame sprout slammed into the air, and the scorching heat caused the metal golem's body to begin to melt.
"Yes, yes, that's it!"
"Strength! If you have strength, you can have everything - the ruler of the city-state, the love of his subordinates and subjects, will need strength! β
"I want strength, more strength!"
Fink. The flames spurred the flames, and they roared with a hideous face.
However, the aura on his body is getting weaker and weaker.
The white flame is the transformation of the flaming lion.
Every time you push, you need Fink. Blaze expends a great deal of physical strength and energy.
And when the physical strength and energy cannot be replenished, it needs to rely on the 'vitality' to fill it.
To put it simply, just like the former Lord of the Frost City.
And, Fink. The flaming frenzy doesn't take any of this seriously at all.
It seems that the only way to do this is to melt the metal golem.
Airplanes!
With a slight jolt, the bright moonlight spread from the ceiling of the labyrinth, turning into a white moonfire that covered the metal golem.
In a breath, the giant metal golem turned into a puddle of molten iron.
And Fink. Blaze slumped to the floor contentedly.
Moments later, though, the young king of the Flame City-State noticed that something was wrong. He struggled to his feet, and as he watched the place where the huge metal puppet turned into molten iron, he muttered, "Am I confused?" β
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Then, Fink. Blaze said loudly.
He wouldn't forget what would have happened to him if the white moonfire hadn't appeared.
Definitely will run out of life force and die.
For Dean, who saved his life, Fink. The flame is naturally grateful for the invisible.
Take a short break. After recovering two percent of his strength, he walked towards the circular cloister.
β¦β¦
Rand. Every step forward requires caution.
Even with the help of the Sword of the Wind, the young man was terrified, and it seemed that every step weighed as much as a thousand pounds.
At this moment, the sketch of the maze in the boy's mind had long been replaced by bursts of doubt.
"Is this it?"
"No, no, it's not here, you should go straight!"
"No, no, to the right!"
A trace of self-doubt irrepressibly rose from the bottom of the young man's heart.
And then. Quickly grows bigger.
"What are you without the Sword of the Wind?"
"If it weren't for the sudden help of someone, you would have died!"
"Even if you get the Sword of the Wind, aren't you still like this?"
β¦β¦
Familiar faces appeared in the boy's mind, and these people from the Wind Tribe sneered at him and hit him with every word.
"No, it's not! I'll try to change everything! β
"Change what? You've already escaped from the Tempest Tribe with your tail between your legs! β
"Coward! Coward! β
"Coward! Coward! β
β¦β¦
The boy argued, but the sarcasm on those faces grew sharper and sharper. The words were incomparably fast, making it difficult for the boy to answer at all.
"Not really!"
The buzzing sound converges in the ears. The boy let out a loud roar, drew the sword of the wind in his hand, and was about to slash at these faces.
However, a palm made of moonlight rested on his palm.
"Your Majesty?"
The boy was stunned.
Then, all the faces in front of him disappeared, and he was the only one holding the Sword of the Wind...... Rack it around your neck.
If not for a last-minute stop. He's probably dead at the moment.
Moreover, it is better to kill yourself.
"Suicide is a coward's act, and I would never do it - thank you for all that you have done for me, Your Majesty!"
The boy took a deep breath and yelled loudly.
And then. The pace became lighter and faster, like the wind.
β¦β¦
"Father?"
Darrow. Thunder subconsciously called out to the figure in front of him.
"Droz?"
The other party turned his head in surprise, looked at the young man who was close at hand, looked incredulous, and then, with a gloomy sigh, said, "Have you also been poisoned?" β
"No, no, father, I'm alive!"
Darrow. Thunder explained.
"Great!"
The old king of the Thunder City-State let out a sigh and smiled happily.
"Can you talk to me?"
"Of course!"
Faced with such a request from his father, Droz. Naturally, Thunder will not refuse.
And the content of the conversation between the two has also changed from recent to memories.
When it comes to some interesting facts, Droz. Thunder couldn't help but laugh.
Happiness from the bottom of my heart, let Droz. Thunder subconsciously wanted to stay here a little longer.
And when the idea came to him, Droz. Thunder's heart remembered a voice again and again-
"Stay a little longer!"
"Just for a moment!"
Darrow. Thunder faced such a voice, feeling the happiness in his heart, and instinctively chose to recognize.
However, another voice rang out.
"Don't forget your oath!"
"Don't forget your subjects!"
That familiar voice, Jean Droz. Thunder suddenly came to his senses, and he subconsciously said, "Your Majesty!" β
And when the young man looked at his father in front of him again, he suddenly realized that where his father was, it was obviously just a clay embryo made of clay.
Moreover, the soil of this embryo was firmly entangled in him.
Extrapolate from everything in front of you. It didn't take much, just a few more minutes, and he would be completely entangled in the dirt.
And that's definitely not a good thing.
Wiping the cold sweat that appeared on his forehead, Droz. Thunder exerted all his strength and broke free from the soil embryo.
"Father...... I'll make you proud of me! β
The young man whispered, then turned around and strode towards his destination.
β¦β¦
"Your Excellency, Marshal. Why don't you save me! β
"Lord Marshal, I died so miserably!"
"I'm in so much pain, my whole body hurts, Lord Marshal!"
The undead in front of him roared in unison, and the chaotic sound made Gate. Frost's whole body trembled, he stared at the rotten and dry bones in front of him, looked at the filthy Frost City-State military uniform, and the whole person could no longer restrain himself. He fell to his knees with a thud.
"It's me who is useless!"
"If I take you on the expedition, I should take you home!"
"I'm still alive, but you're dead!"
Gates. Frost walked forward on his knees, facing the many undead, and turned his head one step at a time.
The deepest guilt in my heart drowned this strong, humiliated man like a tide.
Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.
"It's not fair! It's not fair! β
"You are alive, but we are dead!"
"It's not fair! It's not fair! β
"We're going to devour your flesh. We want to rest in peace! β
The undead roared loudly.
"Retribution and retributionβdevour my flesh if you can rest in peace!"
Gates. Frost ripped off his armor. Shirtless, looking at the undead of the Frost City-State who had died in battle, he replied in a loud voice.
Rumble!
Suddenly, those undead swarmed.
Gates. Frost closed her eyes and waited silently.
The moonlight spread out like water.
Shining on the bodies of those undead, one by one they disappeared without a trace as if vaporized.
"Since guilty. You deserve to live better - because you don't live for you, you live for them! You...... Carrying their fate on their back! β
Dean's voice at Gates. Frost's ears ringed.
"Your Majesty?"
Hear Dean's voice, Get. Frost came to his senses, and he looked down at his shirtless self. I remembered what had just happened in my mind.
Then, Get. Frost stood up, put his right hand into a fist on his chest, and said solemnly to the place where the undead disappeared, "I will bear your fate!" Swear in the name of the King of the Frost City-State! β
β¦β¦
When Dean's will, in the form of the 'Labyrinth' itself, appeared beside Gray.
The gentle, handsome-looking nobleman had a gentle smile on his face that was as disguised as a disguise.
Rather, with a hint of shyness.
Dean sighed and was about to 'wake up' Gray.
However, before Dean could prepare for action, Gray waved his hand and said to himself, "Can you immerse me in it a little longer?" I really miss her! β
Although he didn't look back, Dean knew that this was what Gray said to himself.
Dean was slightly surprised, but then relieved.
Gray's strength is weird, the system is even more special, there is no soul in the other party's body, even if it is affected by the 'real labyrinth', it is only a reading of 'memory', and it can't confuse Gray's soul at all.
"Then I'll wait for you later!"
Dean vanished, leaving Gray alone to look at the tattered oil painting in his hand.
A minute later-
"I'm sorry, I'm going to kill you again!"
Gray said this, his palm slamming hard.
Whew!
The oil painting was ripped out of the frame and torn apart.
"Morbius!"
Lowering his head, Gray looked at the torn canvas, looking at the faded, mottled, and gloomy whole person like ice under dark clouds, cold to the bones, sharp enough to pierce flesh and blood.
"I want you dead!"
A muffled voice squeezed out of Gray's throat.
β¦β¦
When he was done with the five companions, Dean's eyes turned to the last companion: Blank. Storm Bear.
There was nothing Dean could do about his fellow traveler.
Like him, the other party was not deceived.
The other party's simple heart makes the other party have no weaknesses.
This is completely opposite to him, he is because of the complexity, the complexity of the two worlds has allowed the 'real labyrinth' to find a flaw, but there is no way to start.
And Dean looked through the 'real labyrinth' and looked at Blank. The way the bear advanced, the corners of Dean's mouth twitched every time the tomahawk fell.
A strong sense of powerlessness rose in my heart.
PS Second Update~
I ran to the toilet for a day yesterday, and the decadence seems to have a body that is not broken!
Thanks to the prodigal son wandering in the four seas, turtle0920200 starting coins for the reward, lazy man Ah Shang, absolute β (2) 100 starting coins for the reward, eel fillet 40 starting coins for the reward~~ Decadence bows again and thanks to everyone's support ~~~ (To be continued......)