Chapter Seventy-Nine: Backtracking
"This ancient mage, talking and laughing, scolded Fang Xuan, and lightly pushed the entire European continent and even the world into the flames of war, causing 90 million casualties in one go, but his own hands were never stained with blood.
In terms of the thickness of the means, the profundity of the city, the resoluteness of perseverance, and the ruthlessness of the heart, it can really be said that it has not been seen in a thousand years. β
Li Ang praised the festival: "As the saying goes, killing one is a crime, and slaughtering ten thousand is a hero." Slaughter 9 million, that is, the male of the male.
Although you have a different appearance and an arrogant and weird hairstyle, you are enough to be called a majestic hero who dominates the world. β
Li Ang said this in Chinese, but everyone present was either a long-lived blood clan, or a Nazi major who had lived for a century, and even if they were a few human ministers, they were high-class magnates who had received a rigorous elite education, and they could barely understand it.
"It's a necessary sacrifice."
Gu Yi pursed his lips and said hoarsely: "You can't imagine the power of that god at all, one thought of his is enough to turn the mountains upside down, and a wave of his hand is enough to set off the vast ocean. Even connecting the mages of the world could not stop his invasion. β
She smiled miserably, her face suddenly became haggard and bitter, "Only by sacrifice, continuous, cruel sacrifice, and casting the city wall with death, can we get the slightest chance to survive." β
The scene was a little depressing for a while, and Sir Humphrey Upbier suddenly thought of something, and said in astonishment to the ancient one: "Wait, sacrifice? Death?
Could it be that the refugee riots in the Middle East a few months ago also have something to do with you? β
"Yo, congratulations on learning to think for yourself." Leon turned around and pursed his lips playfully, "The refugee riots in the Middle East, and today, on the surface, those Nazis who have mastered the Lengyan Sutra and the empowerment** are probably also related to the Ancient One. β
Everyone turned their eyes to the major, a short and fat man with three or seven points of blonde hair, with a gloomy face, and said in a deep voice: "At the beginning of World War II, the FΓΌhrer instructed Himmler to collect antiquities related to Aryan culture all over the world.
What Jesus used the Shroud, the Ark of the Covenant, the Staff of Moses, the Dead Sea Papers, and so on.
Among them, an exploration team sent to Tibet brought a batch of Aryan relics back to Berlin. β
The Major was caught in the memory, and his face became more and more difficult to look at, "A team of scientists in the Third Reich once tried to create an undead legion using a sacred artifact called a gargoyle mask obtained from Tibet.
Although the Undead Legion's experiments failed, the Gargoyle Mask and related research results were still available to our final team.
Eventually, on the basis of the gargoyle mask, we imitated the first embrace ritual of the European Blood, creating the current artificial Blood Soldier ....."
After that, the major looked at the Ancient One with a gloomy face, and the hands behind his back trembled slightly with anger, and it was only at this moment that he suddenly realized that the Third Reich, which he was so proud of, was actually the plaything in the palm of the Ancient One.
"Hehe, the ancient master with a background in tantric inheritance deliberately secretly passed on the tantric practice method to Nazi Germany during World War II, in order to further expand the scale of the war and increase the number of casualties."
Leon laughed and said, "I'm afraid that the reason why you closed your doors tonight and didn't stop the Nazis is also the mass death of the people of London, and it can also break the barrier of the earth, so that the mage can absorb the energy of the dark dimension." β
Master Gu Yi was silent for a moment, then smiled indifferently and replied in Chinese: "I see through the name of benevolence and righteousness for thousands of years, but I will make this life prosperous." Good name does not love bad name, and murder is not punished.
What is the difference between what I have done and the path of slaughter that Your Excellency admires? β
A contemptuous smile rose at the corner of Li Ang's mouth, and he was about to retort, but he saw the ancient one mage shake his yellow robe, revealing a green ring circle from his cuffs.
"Up."
The Ancient One mage indifferently spat out a word, and his bluff palm spun suddenly.
I saw that the green ring array was trembling endlessly, flickering and flickering, and cobweb cracks appeared in the surrounding space.
The basement began to fold rapidly, the cracks in the walls shrank inward, the floor caved downward, and there was no place to stay.
The Blood Clan guards roared angrily as they were attacked by the abrupt attack, but before they could unleash their blood energy, the contraction effect spreading through the basement was already working on their bodies.
Folding, folding, everything in the basement is constantly folding.
Sir Humphrey Upbier was horrified to find that his toes and phalanges were "clicking" backwards, and the phalanges of his palms were close to each other, like chicken feet.
On his facial skin, the folds of the old man's face widened further, like a loess slope covered with thousands of ravines, and finally the whole face collapsed and fell, lying on his neck.
As his face fell, Sir Applebill's fleshy face was exposed to the air, and he howled in utter pain, but his throat was folded together with his breathless scream, which was quickly interrupted.
After a few breaths, many of the Bloods were folded into boxy squares, hair, flesh, and bones that were so close to each other that they had to be approached to look closely at the appearance of the human-cast squares to be able to tell which were the arms, legs, and internal organs......
All the blood clans were easily wiped out by the space magic of the ancient one mage at the first time.
Moreover, what they bear is only the aftermath of the spell, and Leon is the real target of space magic.
The ground beneath his feet continued to collapse, and a very strong suction force caught his feet, making him unable to break free.
"Interesting." Leon lowered his head, looked at the shrinking ground under his feet, and gave a comment.
The space magic used by the ancient one still has tantric characteristics, the originally dark and narrow basement suddenly became bright and translucent, and countless space fragments with light and warm light were tightly pieced together, layer after layer, layer by layer, although the space is constantly shrinking, but the naked eye has a sense of sight of the basement, but it seems vast, and it sets off the insignificance of people, so that ordinary people have an indescribable sense of pilgrimage and worship.
The nineteenth Mahayana Sutra says: Those who speak of the Buddha's country, the place of people, the purpose of the country, about the Buddha to distinguish the country, hence the name of the Buddha's country.
"Buddha country in the palm of your hand? Interesting. β
Li Ang smiled slightly, since he couldn't break free, then he would crush them all.
He lifted his leg and stomped down.
I only heard the thunder roaring, and the thunder blessed by the magnetic field turned and fled into the ground like a swimming dragon, and the Buddha country in the palm of my hand suddenly collapsed, and countless space debris flew and collapsed.
Li Ang was light, shook his sleeves, stepped forward like a ghost, and slammed into Gu Yi's head with a palm at will.
This move was just a temptation, but when the palm of his hand was really attached to Gu Yi's forehead, Li Ang vaguely noticed that something was wrong.
The other party didn't even put up the slightest resistance, and he didn't even gather mana, as if he was really looking for death.
Click!
Li Ang's palm power stretched and was vast, hitting Gu Yi's head directly, and his neck was broken in an instant! Plasma and flesh are flying!
The head of the ancient one was easily exploded, and a faint green light flashed on the wrist of the headless corpse that fell down.
"What's going on..."Leon watched in amazement as this happened, the victory came so suddenly, even he was a little dazed.
He stared at the headless corpse of the ancient one, but his lips involuntarily continued to open and close, ".... What's going on? β
Time began to regress.
In the first second, Leon repeated what he had just said in reverse.
In the second second, the headless corpse on the ground suddenly stood up, the blood foam and bones on the ground returned to their original positions, and the head of the ancient one was pieced together in reverse.
In the third second, Li Ang retracted his fist and kept retreating.
In the fourth second, Leon returned to the center of space magic, and gave the evaluation of "the palm of the national Buddha".
In the fifth second, the Blood Elites, who had turned into flesh and blood cubes, turned back into human form.
In the sixth second, an invisible green glow flashed on the Ancient One's wrist.
Eventually, the time regression stopped, and the basement returned to its original state.
The space has not shrunk, the blood clan has not died, and the ancient one is still alive.
The bald-headed female mage was silent for a moment, then smiled indifferently and replied in Chinese: "I can see through the name of benevolence and righteousness for thousands of years, but I will make this life prosperous." Good name does not love bad name, and murder is not punished.
What is the difference between what I have done and the path of slaughter that Your Excellency admires? β
A contemptuous smile rose at the corner of Li Ang's mouth, and he was about to retort, but he couldn't help but stand in place in a daze.
"Wait, did all this happen....."