"The most direct description of fate, in my opinion, is that it is a mirror. ”

And our existence can be said to be reflected by it. ”

The bright red pupils that recovered remained on this "Lance", and the other party's more gloomy face revealed the truth of this sentence, "I'm curious, what's outside this mirror?"

"That's a good question, but this is a problem, and many of them see it differently. ”

"So, what about you?"

As if he couldn't bear boredom, "Lance" interjected, "What he saw was a back stained with blood and death, standing on a road full of thorns and pain, searching the way forward with his eyes blinded by his hands, walking through the thorns with his broken legs, recovering from the blood in his body, enduring a thousand torments on the verge of eternal death." ”

"Death is his inevitable end. ”

The words were full of mockery and a hint of pity.

"I don't want to admit it, but fate is right. Looking at the still kind face, it was hard to imagine how the King of Angry Blood felt at that time.

But now he is indeed dead, but not as miserable as "Lance" said, thanks to the fact that he managed to choke the throat of fate.

"So let's get back to business. ”

"Since I say it's a mirror, it has the property of a mirror, which is reflection. ”

"One of the properties of reflection is that there is no output without input, just as we are now communicating normally without disturbing him, and it is powerless to interfere. ”

His face was a little more solemn, and judging from the previous situation, this characteristic was indeed very clear.

The magic power level of this destiny derivative has obviously reached level 100,000, and it can easily crush itself, but it didn't do so, is it despising itself?

There have been countless beings who have died on the point of contempt, as fate, as that mirror, reflecting countless historical events, and will not make such a mistake at all.

And the most striking thing about it is that its attacks are all after its own active attacks, especially this one that just happened.

In fact, the attack of the original meteorite did not cause any damage to itself, and after he rushed forward and took the initiative to attack, this fate derivative really hit him.

Judging from the nature of the reflection, if it had not been for Blake's hindrance at that time, this fateful choice would have been over, and it would have ended in failure.

Blake noticed the subtle change in Lance's expression, "Then I won't explain it too much." ”

"There are two ways to deal with special mirrors. ”

"A ............"

"One is to break it completely in a split second, without giving any chance to reflect. ”

Lance turned his eyes to Blake and continued to interrupt, "The other is that someone can withstand this backlash until the person facing the choice can break it." ”

"You're really smart, so I don't think I need to say anything more about the next words. ”

"What is your relationship with me?"

Blake's expression didn't change at all, and the answer blurted out, "It doesn't matter." ”

"If you have to say it, I am your emperor, and you can take this as my salvation for the last bloodline of my clan. ”

"When the chatter time is over, let's get started. ”

"Whew. ”

"Click", the continuous sound of bone twisting and colliding, like an old machine full of old restarts, Blake turned to look at "Lance", "Actually, I put up with you for a long time." ”

"First, let's go back. ”

With the pause of the sound, like a tide lurking in the gloom, with Black as the beginning and end, the darkness began to spread and expand, and under the low gaze of "Lance", the starry sky was forcibly swallowed, and the realm that belonged to him disappeared.

The darkness that covered the sight disappeared in an instant, and he returned to the familiar field again, the only difference was that among the countless stars he looked up, there was a missing piece.

"Lance, do you want to know why I'm called the King of Blood?"

"If you're willing to show. ”

Inexplicable words mean that a show is about to begin.

"Hahahaha

From laughter to laughter, from laughter to screaming, Blake's body began to decay, and there were many wounds all over it, especially the flesh holes that pierced through his chest and abdomen, and the broken legs, and the sticky black and purple blood flowed all over the earth, and the smell of corruption began to permeate, and he let go of the hand that hid his face.

Junxiu's face was only the left half, and on the other side was rotting flesh hanging from the white bones, and wisps of black flames burned in his blind eyes.

Shock was evident in his eyes, and this Blood Emperor did not change his fate.

The laughter stopped, and an extremely hoarse voice rang out, "Then you have to watch carefully." ”

The earth began to burn, the blood to be exact, and the flames reflected in the eyes of "Lance", just like the original scene, but at that time, Black was still in full form.

The dim light curtain around him dissipated, and the gloomy complexion returned to a rare calm, which was no longer a question of whether he could resist or not.

"Hey, Lance. ”

"Actually, this guy is the first existence that can make me feel scared, guess why he didn't choose to change his fate?"

"A certain fate!"

A smug smile appeared on Lance's face as the hoarse roar rang out, "If you can become a powerful being, we'll see you again." ”

"At that time, I'll tell you the answer. ”

After the words stopped, the flames enveloped it, and the anger melted the body, and even though it was the embodiment of fate, it could not resist the force.

"This guy really doesn't give me a chance to play, I'm sorry, you can't see it. ”

Blake came to Lance, but instead of changing his body, he broke his right hand, "However, you have to do this last thing yourself." ”

In the palm of his almost skeletal hand, there was a faint glow, floating in front of Lance.

"Do you still have a chance to be resurrected?"

"Huh?"

Sudden question, "Why do you ask?"

His gaze shifted from the glow to the mutilated face, "I just feel that I owe you a great favor." ”

"Oh, that's right. ”

"I don't think there's a chance. ”

As if noticing the slight flickering of the bright red pupils, the remaining half of his face was calm, and he reached out and stroked the top of Lance's head, and a deep voice sounded, "I'm sorry." ”

"You should go, too. ”

"Yes. ”

The blood sword stabbed the ghostly light, "Click!", the sound echoed like a broken mirror, and the last thing that stayed in sight was Blake's inexplicable smile.

The next moment, it was still the same field, there was no trace of battle, there was still an invisible dark sky, only the shattered ghost light testified to everything that had happened before.

There is no doubt that this choice of fate was won by Lance.