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Chapter 704: The Law of White!

The pitch-black wings towered above the canopy, and the black winged duke projected a dark world with a huge and peerless body. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Wherever its wings passed, it was shrouded in the enchantment of 'never return'.

Countless mourning crows screamed and pounced, their eyes scarlet, and they attacked all kinds of huge monsters like madness.

Under the unfolding of the inherent barrier of 'never return', all dead things will once again return to the quiet and silent reality of death.

Although one of Nero's demons was able to tear apart hundreds of crows of Blackwing before he died, once he died, he could no longer return to Chaos and was reborn in his body.

In other words, in this kind of unskilled consumption, there are only six hundred and sixty-six demons, and if one dies, one will be missing, and there will be no rebirth.

Under such circumstances, Nero is no different from using his life to stop the advance of Blackwing.

And in the strangulation of the infinite black crow tide and the demons, the black princess overlooks the silent dead apostles:

"Do you still have a nostalgia for this world?"

"Because if it completely dissipates in the next place, the 'calculus' will not be able to continue."

'Varazilla Night' whispered lamentously: "I thought I had found someone enough to continue the calculation in my place, but unfortunately ......"

If the 'descendant' named 'Shion' defeats himself, devours himself, inherits himself, and turns into a new 'shy', then this desperate calculation of finding a possibility from the impossible can also find a good heir, right?

It's a pity...... It's too late to see it, and it's too late to leave a record that hasn't been carried out to 30 percent.

Hei Ji said slowly: "Yu is not an unreasonable person, your mark has been rubbed by Yu, if it is spread by rumors for another hundred years...... Presumably you have hope of being born again, right? ”

"I see. Thank you for your kindness. ”

The Dead Apostle fell prostrate on the ground and sighed, "It is already like a dream to be able to survive for such a long time, and I dare not ask for more. ”

"Time is running out, let's get started."

Kuro no Hime-kun took one last look at him, turned around slowly, and stopped looking at him.

Gently holding up the heavy iron box, Valazira's eyes turned scarlet, and he held aloft the 'True Red Fruit' and announced in all directions: "Then spin it!" ”

The magic vibrated the atmosphere, causing hoarse, frantic sounds to spread, like thunder.

At that moment, the dreams and fantasies of countless people in this city were pulled out of their bodies, bringing the realm between the virtual and the real closer.

Floating in the sky, the scarlet giant was like a whirlpool, and the terrifying amount of magic power was drawn from the 'Great Source' and swept into the void within.

Laughing and roaring, 'The Night of Valazira' chanted with all his might:

"Turn the second hand upside down! Will be born upside down! Turn the world upside down! ”

Everything began to revolve around this axis, and space and concepts twisted under this will, converging into a bottomless vortex.

In the thunderous roar, everyone felt their blood rush faster, almost rushing out of their shells.

There was no other sound in my ears, but the mad prayer of the Dead Apostle could be heard:

"Spin on! Revolve! Revolve! Revolve! Spin! Revolve!!!!! ……”

In the blink of an eye, the 'Great Void' that swept away all the magic and blood had already been born in the clouds, and the 'True Red Fruit' suddenly cracked into a mass of scarlet mist.

A living blood-colored mist hovers in the center of the vortex, endlessly plundering the extracted magic.

Begin to create a new shell for the 'Vermilion Moon'.

The White-Winged Male, who had been slaughtered from the tide of countless crows, looked up at the sky and let out an angry groan.

The advent of the Vermilion Moon had already begun, and if it could not be interrupted, then when that body devoured countless blood and magic power was completed, it would be the time when they, the rebels, would be wiped out by the coming Zhu Yue.

"Zbia!" With such a roar, he tore through the atmosphere, set off a vacuum tide, and rushed towards the whirlpool in the sky.

At this moment, the pitch-black blade slashed down from the front.

The Black Knight appeared silently in front of him, his jet-black suit torn apart by the vacuum blade brought up by the five fingers of the White Winged Male, revealing his scarred body.

'Power'.

If you can see it, you will feel so clearly that the message conveyed on that bruised body is only 'power'.

Like muscles and shells made of pitch-black steel, with the title of 'Black Knight', he escaped the curse of time and became immortal, and after countless bloody battles, he achieved the sixth rank of the 'Twenty-Seven Ancestors of the Dead Apostles'.

Armed with a heavy greatsword called the 'True Demon', he smiled indifferently at the White Winged Prince.

"Sturlut!"

With a casual blow, he flicked away the slashing sword, and the white winged prince said disdainfully: "Without the white knights joining forces, you dare to stand in front of me?" ”

"Because Brad's nerve-wracking guy didn't know where he was at such a critical time."

The Black Knight swung his sword like lightning, and the 'True Demon' tore through the air and roared.

In a thunderous attack, he groaned:

"So, Lord Tevanm, let me go, the Black Knight, Rezovor. Be your opponent, Stulut. ”

……

As the two fought, the twenty-seven ancestral collectives that had split into two camps also began to fight each other.

The Bloodlines lurking in the corners of the city also emerged from the darkness, and thousands of Dead Apostles began an unprecedented frenzy at the behest of the Elders.

And in the distance, above the tall buildings, an emaciated figure in a broken robe looked up and observed the battlefield beneath his feet.

Whether it was the pitch-black crow tide flying out of the clouds like a river bursting its banks, or the six hundred and sixty-six monsters rising into the sky, they did not move a single bit.

It stood like a stone in the sky and above the gap between the building and the railing, hundreds of meters above the railing, enough to shatter steel.

And just above the edge, he maintained a dangerous balance like a stone sculpture, as if he would fall if a gust of wind blew, but as if he could wait there until the sea was dry.

Moonlight fell from the shattered clouds, illuminating his burnt cheek and hollow right eye.

Spit out a long white mist in the cold wind, and he opened his last remaining right eye, which was as sharp as a knife.

He removed the crumbling pistol from his belt, and the terrifying threat that made all the Dead Apostles tremble once again spread from his body.

The mutilated man held the broken pistol, and it was unbelievable that it became a whole again.

As if he didn't feel the slightest pain, he ripped a knuckle off the tail finger of his left hand and loaded it into the pistol's magazine.

Then, in the gap between the moonlight and the darkness, he silently and calmly raised his weapon and aimed it at the 'Black-Winged Male' who had set off a hurricane in the sky, his arm as steady as iron,

“goapossibletotouchthethingotvisible！” (Disappear, Phantom!) I will turn the invisible into the tangible! ）

For the first time, after a long time, he uttered a voice and began chanting the incantation.

Hoarse voices echoed between the earthly worlds, and the sound waves overlapped, setting off a strange wave of magic.

In the midst of the chanting, his arms trembled as if he was carrying a thousand weights, but the front sight of the pistol did not tremble in the slightest.

Still locked on the black wings that rose into the sky like the shadow of death, and never moved away.

The scarring killing machine spanned hundreds of meters, giving Blackwing the illusion that he was being pierced by an iron branch, and at that moment he let out a scream of fear.

Just aiming at it terrified the Black Wing Duke, who was at the top of the twenty-seven ancestors!

Suddenly turning his way in the sky, he screamed and slammed towards the nameless magician, the wind pressure of the vacuum slicing like a blade with the flip of his wings!

The atmospheric vortex like a meat grinder had already shrouded the magician in an instant.

And the chanting of the mantra has finally come to an end.

“,youwillbedefeatedsecurely。” (I am the Principle of all things, and before Me you will perish here!) )

At that moment, he finally pulled the trigger, and a pure white color flashed in the air.

The knuckles of the human shell were magically shaped into the shape of a bullet and shot out of the chamber of the spear, piercing through the storm and the tide of magic, piercing the black wings of steel.

Penetration, penetration, until it penetrated into the deepest part of the Death Apostle's body, and then, with a bang!

In the next moment, the wails of the Bird Dead Disciples spread to everyone's ears, and the black feathers scattered like a torrential rain.

The wings, large enough to obscure the canopy, were washed away like a fortress of gravel in the hurricane above, turning into fine pieces of ash.

It's as simple as that, in that single bullet, Blackwing Gong, one of the top beings among the Twenty-Seven Ancestors of the Dead Apostles, fell.

In the blink of an eye, it dissipated without a trace.

The entire battlefield fell silent, and the magician, who was still silent at the moment, had become a being comparable to the 'Grim Reaper' in the eyes of everyone.

Although it is not clear whether it is the 'Treasure of the World' or something terrible that will destroy the 'Black Wing Gong' with a single blow, there is no doubt that it has entered the category of 'law'.

If he hadn't died after this battle, I'm afraid there would have been one more magician in this world.

And at the top, the silent magician disappeared silently, lurking in the shadows waiting for the arrival of the warplane.

In the distance, the old Dead Apostle looked up as if he had noticed it, and smiled as if he had realized it at the sight of the grim pale that pierced the sky.

'He' finally made a move, I'm afraid that one of the old guys from the past will 'fall' again, right?

That was the 'power' that even he couldn't resist when he rescued him from the wreckage of the battlefield, the 'law' that burst out from that person's origin and obsession!

Whether it's a Dead Apostle, a magician, or something weird.

By this blow, the 'evil one' will die!

This is the white law that is enough to be among the 'miracles' - 'Pale Justice'!

Turning his head, the old Dead Apostle no longer looked at the battlefield behind him, but stood quietly on the path, waiting quietly at the sound of footsteps in the distance.

Until a pure white figure appeared in front of him.

In the shattered moonlight, the beautiful woman who was enough to make everything gloomy walked through the streets, her shoulder-length hair shining pure gold in the moonlight.

It was only at this time that the 'Black Hime-kun', known as the 'White Hime-kun', was finally called, along with the 'Black Hime-kun' Elt Luki.

The Last True Ancestor named 'Elquit' looked down on the Dead Apostle in front of him with proud eyes: "Who are you?" ”

"It's been a long time, Your Highness Ji Jun. In your childhood, I had a relationship with His Royal Highness Ji Jun. ”

The old man-like Dead Apostle saluted to the white princess in front of him, and said respectfully and elegantly, "If you can, please stop for the time being." ”

"Zelridge......" she remembered the name of the man in front of her: "Jewel Man...... Are you trying to stop me? ”

"If His Royal Highness Ji Jun can stay away from the battlefield here, it may be beneficial for both His Royal Highness Ji Jun and me."

The jewel Weng held up the delicate cane and said seriously: "Although I have no intention of relying on the old and selling the old, the old man really can't bear to face His Royal Highness Ji Jun. ”

Despite this, he unleashed all his power without reservation, exuding bursts of terrifying magic that fluctuated constantly.

'Second Shot' - The parallel world interferes with all the interference, and countless parallel worlds of themselves have gathered their magic power on him alone.

At this moment, the jewel can be said to have an almost infinite reserve of magic power.

Once the battle begins, countless magical powers will be refracted by the 'Wanhua Mirror' into a rainbow-like brilliant light.

Faced with the strength displayed by the jewel man, Elquit was indifferent, and after a long silence, he said, "I am not interested in the advent of the 'Moon King' you are talking about. ”

"I'm afraid His Royal Highness Ji Jun knows better than anyone else, right?" The jewel smiled and whispered, "A thousand years from now is the time for His Majesty to come, and before that, if you want to make a counterfeit...... We won't allow that. ”

"What you guys think has nothing to do with me, I just want to know one thing."

Until this moment, Bai Zhijijun finally revealed a trace of killing intent like frost:

"Roa, where?!"

Bearing the terrifying killing intent from the last True Ancestor head-on, the Jewel Weng fell silent, and it was not until a long time later that he slowly took the lead: "Old decay, understood. ”

The feud between Hakunohime-kun and the 'Snake of Akaxia' will never be resolved, unless it is completely ended by one side.

It's just me, and if you want to change their relationship, I'm afraid it's just a 'delusion', right?

Then let's do it, as planned, sacrifice 'Roa' and keep the unexpected factor of 'Hakuhime' out of the battlefield.

Since there is no point in this arrangement on either side, then let them go.

As the signal of the jewel was issued, the young man hidden in the darkness came out of his hidden state, and bowed respectfully and humbly to the girl who turned his back to him in front of him in the moonlight:

"Your Royal Highness Ji Jun, I'm right behind you."

For a moment, the world fell silent.

The next moment, an angry roar came out of Shiranohime-kun's throat.

"Roa !!!!!!!!!"

With a will to the extreme of anger and hatred, she roared and turned, her ten fingers tearing through the air like blades, and unleashed a killing move without mercy.

This is the hatred that has begun since Roa dared to deceive her, and it must be resolved by the complete death of one of them.

As if in response, lightning flashed through Tono Shiki's fingertips, bursting out and tearing apart the swept blade.

"Finally reunited, His Highness Ji Jun." He exclaimed, "No matter how many times, I am so intoxicated with you!" ”

With a deformed love, they began a never-ending fight outside the battlefield!

And in the middle of the battlefield, another battle has ended.

The expressionless Dead Apostle pulled out the magic sword named 'Avenge' from the corpse of his enemy, and even though the half-human, half-dead apostle's constitution had destroyed the nerve in his right hand by the magic sword, he did not tremble for a moment.

He was the eighteenth seat of the Twenty-Seven Ancestors of the Dead Apostles, and the knight of vengeance, Anhans.

After killing his master, he succeeded to his throne, and hunted the 'Dead Apostles' despite being a 'Dead Apostle', and was contemptuously called 'Bladed Sword' by all the Dead Apostles.

Pulling out the black key attached to the 'Cremation Rite' from his bosom, he incinerated the last traces of his enemies with a blank expression.

It wasn't until even the ashes were flying in the air that he whispered into the communication port hidden in his neckline: "The eleventh of the Twenty-Seven Ancestors of the Dead Apostles, preying on the Grand Duke - Stan Robb. Cavine, has been confirmed to be killed again. ”

Originally, the 'Predator Grand Duke' was exterminated by the 'Holy Church' because the residual resentment was too strong, and it was judged by the Holy Church to take more than 200 years to dissipate.

As a result, there is still the possibility of resurrection.

It's just that no one thought that after he was resurrected by the 'Jewel Man', he would be killed by the 'Vengeance Knight' who had just stepped into the battlefield.

Although the 'Church' and the 'White Wing Prince' have formed a secret common front and are willing to join forces to deal with the great enemy of 'Zhu Yue', it does not mean that they have really become good friends of the 'Dead Apostles'.

Anyway, if something like a Dead Apostle dies a thousand, ten thousand, a hundred million, the Templar church won't be distressed, and the more they die, the happier they will be.

So, in the words of the head of the burial agency, "Let them eat dogs." ”

"When they're all almost dead, we'll go in and clean up the mess."

In line with this plan, 3,000 heavily armed church monks and 600 demon exterminators who belonged only to the burial agency were deployed outside of Misaki City, ready to go in and kill all the enemies along with the so-called 'allies'.

Among them, of course, is one of the tools of the Church, ......'Anhans. ’

He knew, but he didn't care.

If the church is using him, why is he not using the church?

'Dead Apostles like that...... It should not exist in this world at all, including oneself. ’

From beginning to end, Anhans has been killing with this in mind, looking forward to the day when he can finish off the last dead apostle in the world, that is, himself!

……

There were fifteen members of the Twenty-Seven Ancestors who participated in the war.

In the fifth minute of the battle, Blackwing Gong fell, and died in the 'law' of the nameless magician, leaving fourteen people remaining.

In the seventh minute, the 'Grand Duke of Predator' died, under the 'magic sword' of the vengeful knight, and thirteen people remained.

In the ninth minute, the fifteenth seat of the Twenty-Seven Ancestors of the Dead Apostles—'Rita. Rogie Ann died, died at the mouth of the 'primate killer'.

Ancestor of the Remnant of the Dead Apostles, XII.

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