Rumble!

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Majestic divine power erupted from the rift, striking at the hundred-armed giant's body.

This is a spectacle that no one has ever been able to see before - the feeling of 'life' being ignited. Thousands of deaths were overlapped at this moment, inflicted on the hundred-armed giant.

If death can be quantified, then death is enough to turn all the humans, birds, beasts, and even plants and trees of an entire country into ashes.

Die, be born again, die, be born again, die, be born again......

And so on in a cycle of purgatory-like torment.

Ye Lanzhou's face was expressionless.

“■■!!!”

Ludovick roared, and the abyss shook violently, roaring with him.

Only this time, what he meant was much easier to understand than he had just been.

- Let go!

Ye Lanzhou smiled and shook his head slightly:

"It's a little late to react now?"

There is light.

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Asgard North Wall Ice Sheet

It was midnight, but it was as bright as day.

There are clouds hovering in the sky that have not gone for thousands of years, and the clouds like iron are now shining like iron, as if a fire has been lit in the clouds.

Countless Xiaoice and snow like blades fell from the sky, with a chill that pierced the soul.

Ice and snow swept through the hurricane and fell to the ground.

So between heaven and earth, there was only a bleak whiteness.

Only the faint light of fire above the barrier was beating, burning, black smoke rising, thousands of fires, thousands of wisps of black smoke rising into the sky. The smoke was stretched out in the hurricane, intertwined in one place, and then all and then disappeared.

It's like a burning soul dissipating into the wind.

And between this bleak heaven and earth, on the countless smoky earth, there are pieces of scarlet engraved on it. The frozen blood was layered on top of each other, overlapping each other, and after hundreds of years, it was still as bright red as ever.

The dead left their blood and souls here, and they became that color.

Now that color was moistened with new blood, it seemed to come to life, like ashes being rekindled, like a flame that emitted the light of death.

Breathtaking.

Compared to this, the countless dead things on the snowfield that had already lost their lives were insignificant.

That's an endless list of demons.

The moment those demons stepped on the snowfield, they were met with an unexpected terrifying force and were doomed to death.

This is true even in the case of horrific natural disasters.

Right in the middle of the snowfield, in the deepest part of the layers of cobwebs covered in ice and snow, the half-human, half-spider behemoth still maintained its original posture.

But there is no more life left.

It's still burning.

The cyan flames danced lightly over his skull, using blood as firewood, but there was no temperature, not even light.

It's like an illusion.

Scourge Spider Child.

The terrifying existence that has been sleeping for hundreds of years in the northern wilderness is a great threat to break through the outer barriers.

But it had already died the moment it broke through the ground, and with countless heirs and descendants, and even the countless spider eggs hidden in the frozen soil were petrified and buried under the cyan flames.

At this moment, the battlefield was full of soldiers and musicians rushing to clean up the mess, but there was silence here, and everyone avoided that area in awe.

"——Worthy of the king of the blue. ”

In front of the burning spider, two figures stood.

The young man in the eagle emblem cloak sighed softly. He wore a light and agile robe, snow-white, almost integrated with the Academy.

The five slender fingers with the black iron ring pressed against the command knife that had never been unsheathed at his waist.

As if he was sick and weak, his face was bloodless, he was as delicate as a girl, and he spoke slowly and logically.

It doesn't look like an Asgardian at all, nor does it look like the third emperor who has been sitting in the North Wall Wasteland for ten years since he became an adult, and is ambitious and plotting for the throne.

Contrary to his previous arrogance and frivolity, he stood behind the gray figure, and his expression became respectful and gentle, full of awe, and from the heart.

The Blue King.

The guardian of mankind and this world and the pioneer of the dark world, the strongest and well-deserved, and worthy of the name...... The King of Musicians!

"It's cold. ”

Bach looked at the burning natural disaster in front of him, and suddenly whispered: "I've been here so many times, but I still feel that it's sad to be here." The wind is terrible, and the sky is gray, which makes people feel unpleasant. It's hard for the Asgardians to live here, right?"

"Although the wasteland is permafrost, it can still feed people. ”

The third emperor said, "Dig up the top frozen mud, and the soil below will be able to sow seeds." If you're lucky, you can farm for three months a year before the cold snap arrives.

It's hard to live, but it's better than dying. ”

"It's a pity that every time you explore, all you can find is this kind of wilderness...... Next time, go deeper, maybe find a warm place for you. ”

Bach muttered softly, turned his head, revealing his white beard and eyebrows: "What time is it now?"

"It's eleven thirty o'clock, and it's nearly midnight. ”

"Almost. ”

Bach nodded: "Let's get ready and start, just wait, I feel panicked." ”

"Yes. ”

The third emperor bowed his head and waved his hand back, and a gray-clothed priest standing in the distance stepped forward.

Unlike the ordinary clergy, the two priests did not wear the insignia of the Order, and they did not appear to have the slightest sense of gentleness.

Dressed in a cloak, but the inner lining of the robe is sewn with a piece of armor, and there is a chain mail between the pieces of armor and the piece of armor, which is not so much a robe as a heavy armor.

They wore short beards and beards, shaved their hair, and instead had scripture tattoos that stretched from behind their necks and ears.

On the back of the head, there is also a gear emblem of a variant of the Holy Emblem.

Chainsaw Brothers.

"These two are the relic-bearers of the Chainsaw Brothers. The Third Emperor introduced, bowing to the two of them: "Thank you for the sacrifice of the Chainsaw Brothers, the Asgardians and the Holy City will be remembered. ”

"To each according to his needs. ”

The elder at the head was not respectful to Bach, nor was he flattering to the third emperor, but said indifferently: "The holy relics that can only be used for worship are meaningless, in the final analysis, they are all weapons to be used on the battlefield." If we can make use of our spare energy, we will be happy to see it. ”

The Third Emperor nodded, "So, did the two of you come and bring them?"

The two priests glanced at each other, and the man behind him nodded, shed his robes, exposed his naked upper body, and fell to his knees on the ground, bowing to the elder.

The scars on his back were revealed, as well as the spine that had long since been replaced by steel.

The elder drew his dagger with a blank face, stabbed it out, and ripped open his flesh, blood gushing out and falling on the snow, merging into the bright red.

Inside the already semi-mechanized shell, a black tin box was pulled out from between the gears.

After a hasty bandage, the priest was left behind.

Everyone's eyes fell on the palm-sized iron box in the elder's hand.

"This is ......," the Third Emperor asked.

The elder bows his head.

"In order to avoid leaking information and covering up the characteristics of the holy object itself, Evgeny carried it along the way. The elder handed over the iron box to the third emperor:

"It has fire paint on it that has been put down by the Imam himself, proving that it is intact. Follow the Patriarch's command and deliver this to you. Our mission is accomplished. ”

In silence, the third emperor took the dagger, pried open the fire paint, opened the black iron box, took out the thing wrapped in silk, and opened it carefully.

Finally, I saw the pitch-black iron piece sleeping in it.

Feeling the demon's breath, it awoke, glowing with a faint golden flame that stung people's eyes. The broken piece of iron trembled slightly, bursting out with a soft whistle that echoed in his ears like a long sigh.

"This is the last fragment of fate?"

The third emperor whispered, "What a privilege to be able to meet you." ”

Unlike the Stone of Destiny in the Holy City Square, once upon a time, this was a unique 'destiny', a real miracle.

After laying the system of the Sacred Cauldron, the first three kings forged the Spear of Destiny, an artifact named 'Destiny'.

With this, mankind has carved out its own golden age.

And at the price, it fell, shattered, and fell apart in the first war between the Sacred Cauldron and the Hundred Eyes. The remaining three fragments of the world are also scattered.

Successive owners of the shard were eager to repair it and restore its former glow.

The second pope threw one of these fragments into the furnace and sublimated the massive amount of metal into a 'star antimony' through alchemy, thus creating the sword of the popes and the authority of the Red King, the 'Gate of Heaven'.

The second fragment was later recovered from the deep sea by the Knights of the Round Table.

Arthur's descendants pinned their hopes on cutting off their own fate, hoping that it would kill the curse in their own bloodline and suppress the dragon's blood. Therefore, it was made into a holy spear for dragon slaying, and it was called 'Dragon Slayer' and 'Fallen Iron'. Unfortunately, the end result was not satisfactory.

And this is the last fragment held by the Chainsaw Brothers.

"It's a pity. ”

The third emperor couldn't help but sigh.

A hand stretched out from the side, picked up the fragment of fate, and held it in his hand: "There is nothing to be sorry for dead things, as long as human beings still exist, they can be recreated in the future." ”

It's Bach.

He handed the staff in his hand to the Third Emperor: "Please step back, ordinary people can't bear the changes that will happen next." ”

"I'm also a musician. ”

The third emperor stubbornly stopped in place: "The best kind." ”

Bach looked at him, smiled, and did not speak.

In the next moment, the bass of the harpsichord sounded.

Just like the great bell of the Great Lu, the great earthquake trembled, the ether was turbulent, and all music theory was involuntarily swept into that frequency, and danced with it.

The third emperor changed color, hesitated, and took a step back.

Then, one more step. (To be continued.) )