Su Junyan stepped into the deep sea fortress and landed lightly without making any sound. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But obviously, the people in the deep-sea fortress had already noticed Su Junyan's existence.

The moment he entered, the heavily armed Asgardian Demon Seed soldiers had already surrounded Su Junyan.

But although they were in a surrounding posture, they filled up Su Junyan's surroundings.

But their breath, momentum, body movements, and the prudence and caution of their standing positions are all explained.

Their fear of Su Junyan.

Obviously, they are on the side of the crowd, but they have the illusion of being hunted by giant monsters.

Su Junyan didn't care about them, he stepped forward, and the target was the central control room.

Although there was no explanation, Su Junyan just knew that the person he was looking for was in the central control room.

Artoria.

It's a kind of mysterious and mysterious intuition.

Of course, after Su Junyan stepped into the deep-sea fortress, he once again sensed the kind of soul connection that had been disconnected for a long time.

Of course, it is also very likely that it is a kind of seduction.

The trap that lured Su Junyan to step into.

Traps?

What awaits me?

Augustine, is that you?

Thinking like this, Su Junyan's pace quickened.

Along the way, although those demon seed soldiers from Asgard were still surrounded, they had to retreat step by step under Su Junyan's pressure.

That kind of appearance, as if there was a layer of invisible net around Su Junyan's surroundings, isolating those demon soldiers and making them dare not approach.

Finally, I arrived at the door of the central control room.

Su Junyan looked at the door of the central control room, then at the soldiers guarding the gate, and asked, "Are you going to stop me?"

The soldiers looked at each other, and finally seemed to hear some order, and walked aside in silence to get out of the way.

Su Junyan nodded and walked forward, and the door of the central control room opened silently.

In the bright silver center console, a familiar figure was standing in front of the center console with his back to him.

The door was silently slammed behind his back.

The atmosphere was a little stagnant.

In the end, it was Su Junyan who took the lead in speaking: "Artoria, is it you?"

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"Even so, I believe in him and will never lose. Olivia looked at Hohenheim, who seemed to have won the game, and her expression was detached from her solemnity.

Of course she believed in Su Junyan.

Immensely convinced.

"It's not helpful to say more. Hohenheim shook his head and said with a smile, "Daughter of the Lancaster family, let me see if you are qualified to inherit this noble bloodline." ”

As he spoke, the darkness was like a breath, and it was about to wrap around Olivia's heels.

"As you wish. Olivia's pupils seemed to be imprinted with a red iris pattern.

Frost is no longer freezing darkness, it is like light, piercing through darkness.

Ximen Tingyu on the side patiently watched the upcoming battle, and there was a domineering aura all over his body, isolating Ximen Night Tower, preventing him from being affected by any darkness or frost.

"Listen to the rain ......" Ximen Night Tower never dared to look directly at his own brother, "What happened back then ......"

"What happened back then, it was your choice, and it was also my choice, there is nothing to say about success or defeat. Ximen listened to the rain and interrupted Ximen's night tower, "Let's watch the play honestly, it's not your time anymore." ”

The night tower of the West Gate was silent.

"Look, over there. When Simon heard the rain, he suddenly spoke, but what he said was the two still, as if they had been forgotten, Li Bamo and Tiefutu.

A small, but extreme sense of destruction was brewing between them.

Li Bamo, the ultimate battle with Tiefutu.

The ultimate moment.

The world of Futu.

It has arrived.

Thousands of darkness, the meaning of silence, have been rushed to the extreme.

The world is already in the hands of Libbatmo.

The wind and rain are like the shadows of gods and demons hovering between heaven and earth.

Everything rushed towards the Iron Floating Slaughter with a momentum like heaven and earth pouring down.

Iron Float.

Rise.

The muscles on his body had already cracked in the endless wind and rain, but his eyes were getting brighter and brighter.

Bright, just like the little white flower behind him, delicate and dripping to the extreme.

It's the extreme, the extreme.

Thousands of wind and rain.

That's right, a boulder.

A white flower.

Time seemed to have no meaning at this moment.

It's stagnant, and it's flowing at an incredibly rapid pace.

It is very long, like a long road that cannot be completed in a lifetime, and it is short, like sand, which cannot be grasped.

Space likewise becomes meaningless.

Li Bamo may be 108,000 miles away from the Iron Floating Massacre.

In fact, he was already standing in front of Tiefutu.

Ultimately.

Or the collision of the extreme and the extreme.

Thousands of dark silences like the hands and feet of gods and demons were extinguished, and they pressed down on the head of Tiefutu.

The muscles of his whole body were crushed and shattered, and blood flowed profusely.

But his back.

It's still so strong!

His eyes.

is also, still looking at Li Bamo's eyes.

It is......

This is the moment.

His timing.

The moment when the immature white flower completely broke through the ground.

Iron Float stretched out a finger and pointed it in the void.

But it was like a dot on someone's forehead.

"Kara—"

"Carrara—"

It's the sound of rhizomes piercing through the earth and stones.

Again, the sound of infinite growth of life.

After countless storms.

The flowers are finally in full bloom.

The wind and rain finally fell.

Finale?

Finale.

Iron Float felt a slight pain in his forehead, and at the same time, he felt that his finger had really pierced something.

The whole world is starting to reappear with some color.

After all the storms have passed.

Tiefutu looked at Li Bamo, who was standing in front of him and imprinted his fist on his forehead, and said, "Are you awake?"

His fingers were in the center of Li Bamo's eyebrows.

Li Bamo's eyes no longer looked paranoid and godless.

It was clear light.

"I hear the sound of flowers blooming. Li Bamo nodded, withdrew his fist, glanced at the little white flower behind Tiefutu that looked weak, but was actually enough to support the whole world alone, and said, "Thank you." ”

"I want to thank you too. Tefutu withdrew that finger as well.

The small white flower floated as if it had wisdom, and finally landed on Tiefutu's forehead.

The flowers are blooming.

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