"Does it make sense?"

"Senseless struggle, senseless resistance—"

"Note the fate that will befall you. ”

"What do you think?"

"Does that make sense?"

The yellow-robed king's earth-walking body whispered softly, his voice seemed to have some kind of magical power, piercing the boiling battlefield and covering the roar and wail in his ears.

Straight to the heart.

"Life is like a summer flower, gorgeous and short, life is like an autumn leaf, quiet and poignant—"

"Mortals. ”

"Mortal things. ”

"The mortal world. ”

"There is an end to everything, and so does humanity, civilization, and the world. ”

"The truth of the world is exactly what you human seers have said—order is nothing but a brink, and only chaos endures. ”

"You ought to know the truth of this world—"

"The so-called order, the so-called civilization, is nothing but a fortress of sand that may be swallowed up at any time with the rise and fall of the tides of chaos. ”

"So,"

"Don't Stand in My Way,"

"I'm just correcting the world's wrongs. ”

The sword-wielding man halted his offensive and gave the glorious one a chance to regroup: "What is right, what is evil, what is right, what is wrong......

"Do you really know? Can you really see all of this?"

"You think the Order is the savior—"

"Actually...... Huh!"

"It's not me who really wants to destroy this world, it's them. ”

"It's the Order. ”

The Order?Destroy the World?

What nonsense.

Amy Ulysses couldn't help but sneer in his heart, but he didn't intend to refute it all the time - even on the contrary, he had to pretend to be interested in order to buy more time.

And so—

"Why?" he asked.

"For their lord," replied the earthly walking body of the old ruler, "the all-knowing and all-powerful deity seems to be intent on intervening as well. ”

"And unfortunately,"

"This world, created by your ancestors, cannot afford to be such a great one. ”

"So," the Glory-Honored One raised an eyebrow, though he didn't want to believe even a word of the words of the old incarnation, but he had to admit that he had a point—at least not in the glaring errors, and if the Lord of Light of the Order was as powerful as the believers preached, then the world would be far less solid than it seemed, and therefore not impossible, "that the world would be destroyed for such a ridiculous reason?"

"Why not," the sword-wielder shook his head, "Humans claim to be the primates of all things, perfect creatures created by God in their own image—but in fact they are as fragile as glass, and a fall while walking, a choke while eating, and a bug bite while sleeping can lead to death." ”

"So, I ask you. He retracted the nonchalant smile on his face and stared at the young man in front of him, his eyes as if they had turned into a swirling whirlpool, a terrifying black hole that could be swallowed by light, and then he asked, "Is this ridiculous?

Amy didn't answer.

There was no need for him to answer, the man with the sword had already said "no" first.

"There is no distinction between high and low death, and it seems to me that there is no difference between a heroic death on the battlefield and a shameful death on a woman's belly, and the essence of death is death, equal and absolute death. His voice was low and hoarse, very different from Corbock's, "Even the world—"

"It's no exception. ”

"In that case, you're the one who shouldn't interfere. Amy Ulysses took a deep breath and looked at him without giving an inch, "Isn't it your long-cherished wish to destroy the world?"

"Not really. The earthly walking body of the old ruler replied again in the negative, "Chaos and destruction cannot be simply confused—the coming of the Lord of Heaven brings infinite light and endless heat, and it will never allow the purification and destruction of even a trace of impurities, but it will not achieve what I want, and the world, even if it is full of holes and devastation, is still dominated by order." ”

"That's why you're allied with the Chaos Sect?" asked the Glory One coldly.

"Common enemies, common interests, relatively equal strength and status. The man with the sword clapped, "Is there a better partner than this?"

"That's right. Amy nodded approvingly.

"What," seeing that the bewitchment was almost over, the king of yellow walked on the ground and threw out an olive branch at the right time, "Are you interested in joining us?"

"I'm sorry," the Glory's eyes lowered, "I'm not interested in destroying the world. ”

"That's fine," he said, spreading his hands, "at least we don't have a reason to fight now. ”

"Yes. ”

Amy nodded, then turned around,

Hasten!

One speed, two times, three times the speed –

Twelve!

In just an instant, his figure disappeared like a phantom, and when he reappeared, a huge roar like thunder resounded on the vast battlefield.

The voice, torn apart.

This is not only a sonic boom caused by swinging a sword, but also a penetrating wound to the atmosphere caused by high-speed movement.

In this moment, he moves faster than the speed of sound!

The speed of swinging the sword is several times the speed of sound!

The Glorious One, wrapped in unimaginably large kinetic energy, slashed at the sword-wielder with a sword.

It's too late –

The Old Ruler is indeed a great one beyond the time dimension, but his earthly walking body is obviously not, perhaps because of the ontology, the sword-wielder can be immune to the interference of time-type abilities to a certain extent, but in the face of the twelve-fold speed of Amy Ulysses, he has no time to react.

"Bang!"

As if crashing head-on into a high-speed steam locomotive, the disgusting body composed of countless tiny tentacles disintegrated into countless tiny flesh foam that was difficult to see with the naked eye under the sudden pressure of the sword, and scattered all over the sky.

"It's over. ”

The Glory One exhaled a breath of turbidity, the power above time is not easy to control, time seems to draw a boundary between him and the normal world at twelve times the speed, at that time there is nothing in the horizon except for the enemy of the "sword bearer", in the process of the raid, he has no real sense of being down-to-earth, there is no real sense of the wind whistling, the world seems to have become a simple two-dimensional game, in a simple way to tell him:

The shortest straight line between two points.

And so—

A devastating blow that crossed the border from the other side of the sea of time.

A sword!

Just a sword!

The sword-wielding man's body woven by countless tentacles was shattered!

A sword!

Just a sword!

The majestic sword momentum directly plowed a ravine at least ten meters long on the ground!

But in not without a price.

——If you go beyond time, you have to bear the backlash of time.

Twelve-fold speed.

What Amy Ulysses needs to bear is twelve times the speed, the aftermath of tearing the sound with the flesh and tearing the atmosphere with the flesh.

The glorious ones are about five times as large as ordinary people.

After implanting the stigma, his physique was nearly six times that of an ordinary person.

And even so,

The twelve-fold speed of the counterattack is by no means a trivial matter that can be passed by.

He's hurt.

The sword-wielding hand bent directly into a strange shape.

His eyes, ears, and nose were all soaked in blood, accompanied by a "gurgling" sound, and a large pool of viscous blood was spit out, and even fragments of internal organs could be faintly seen.

But in the end, it was won.

And as long as the victory is achieved, with the physical fitness of the glorious, recovery is only a matter of time.

So

In this game, he won.

......

......

......

It's weird.

A wry smile tugged at the corners of Amy Ulysses' lips - worse than he expected, the combined offensive of the sword-wielders and the Holy Cult Army was contained.

He had to face the sheer number of sword-wielding monsters alone.

But the monsters did not rush to make a move, but elected a representative from among them - a poor man with tentacles popping up from all over his body, and he could no longer see his true face.

"Why?"

The exposed vocal cords vibrated and the monster asked.

When he heard this "why", the face of the Glory One suddenly turned ugly, and he stared at the monster in front of him, whose form became more and more familiar, and was silent for a long time, and then said His name, "Hasta." ”

"No," replied the monster that once again appeared in the form of Corbek, "the man with the sword." ”

And then

All the sword-wielding monsters spoke together, the same voice, from the mouths of different people, converging into a deep and hoarse voice that seemed to have some kind of magical power: "Why?"

A great will to draw clouds to the sky and to extinguish the splendor of the last life of the Hymns came.

As if inquiring, as if angry, as if roaring.

It's this insignificant ant in front of me again—

He didn't speak.

But the world trembled.

"Reason ......"

The soul seemed to be carrying shackles one after another, countless voices wailed hysterically in the ears, the spine was involuntarily bent, Amy Ulysses gritted her teeth, and the beads of sweat the size of beans slipped down in strings, falling into her eyes and lips, and the bitter taste spread.

"It doesn't exist. ”

"I,"

"It's just that I don't trust you. ”

As the words fell, the vast will in the sky seemed to be enraged, and under the encirclement of countless bolts of lightning, a distorted, heterogeneous, and blasphemous figure was little by little outlined that did not exist.

What is that?

Amy stared at Him, at the projections that were taking shape in the sky, trying to describe, only to find that he couldn't describe it at all.

dark

The end of all darkness.

chaos

Twisted, flowing, all-devouring chaos.

If I had to describe it, it would probably be the only way.

The darkest hour has arrived!

- Hasta, the King of Yellow.

The terrible monster that flowed from the great source of chaos and had existed since before the creation of the world, and no horror or evil in the human world was enough to depict its eventuality, projected its form at this moment.

Declare –

This is His throne!

Declare –

This is His Kingdom!

Declare –

This is His hunting ground!

thereupon

In a short moment, the atmosphere, the land, and the rivers were infected by the indescribable mad magic, and evolved into a seedbed for breeding demons.

Countless monsters have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, crowded, pushed, and popped up one after another.

The demons are dancing.