Chapter 63: The End

Under the blue starry sky, there was a gloomy mist between heaven and earth, diluting the light of the sky. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

The moonlight struggled to penetrate the clouds and spread on the devastated ruins of Shejian City, not only did it not have the effect of lighting, but the remaining architectural remains were full of shadows, which looked doubly desolate. As far as the eye can see, there is blood and corpses everywhere, and the whole city seems to have suffered a baptism of meteorite rain, and the original neatly planned buildings are only scattered with ruins.

Solomon's Temple, once the sacred place of the Three Religions, had been torn to shreds by the Prince of Pain and the mountain on which it stood, leaving only a large lump of thin mud that could not be seen in the end, pulled by gravity and slowly pouring down from a great height.

In the middle of the towering mud, where the moonlight first shone, Yalei was suspended in mid-air, his left hand stabbing into Lucian's body, his fingers grabbing his spine, immobilizing him.

Due to the complete destruction of the enclosed space, the Holy Order Lock was suppressed again, and both were completely restored.

ā€œ......ā€

Yalei's body released an incomparably terrifying black force field, like viscous black crude oil, covering the entire surrounding area, and he seemed to be in the gap between hell and the world, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

At the center of the black-haired knight's eyebrows, the rings of dark lines converged inward, squeezing into a strange sign like an eye, like a closed third eye.

"You'll regret it...... Someday, you, too, will be on the verge of your limits and make the same choices as I did. ā€

Lucian stared straight into the distant sky, his pale hair floating in the breeze, and his tone was as silent as a pool of stagnant water, without the slightest fluctuation of emotion.

"I'm not like you. ā€

The black-haired knight gripped its spine tightly, and the powerful power seeped into the god's body, reactivating the fragments of the war paint, and sneered indifferently:

"I have cast an indestructible body, the body of a human god can be transformed at will, immortal, infinite energy, completely ended the fate of a warrior, how could heart annihilation come to me?"

"You are indeed strong...... Of all the warriors I've seen in my life, there are only seven ultimate knights who can suppress you...... But so what?"

The Sealer looked up at a shining star, a sarcastic look in his eyes:

"No one knew they would be the next meteor...... Energy failure is only one of the factors that destroy the heart, and the transformation of man and god cannot contain your true self, and you will indeed live for a long time...... But who can defeat the strongest self?"

"You don't have to worry about me......"

Yalei narrowed his eyes dangerously, and his arm slammed forward, and the power continued to pour into the opponent's body, causing its entire body to gradually stiffen and straighten, and reveal a metallic texture:

"You will sleep as the forty-eighth seal forever!"

"Do you think you've won, ridiculous human, losing a game is nothing to me...... It's good to get a good night's sleep......"

Lucian's gaze remained unchanged, but the lines of his face quickly stiffened, and the smooth and bright metallic texture of brass had covered its entire body like a liquid liquid, and it was constantly condensing and solidifying.

In the process, the sealer's voice gradually blurred:

"Maybe when you wake up...... The world will be a different place...... Maybe ......."

"Have a good dream. ā€

The black-haired knight dodged back, withdrew his hand from its body, and after noticing that the sealer had completely turned into a bronze statue, grabbed its shoulder with one hand and dashed out of the mud range.

When the knight's strength reaches the sixth level, the power of the war paint will also be exerted to the limit, and there will be no increase in the future. Instead, it will become an invisible shackle, and any warrior who is on the verge of the limit will be restrained and bound by it.

Because the war paint and the neural network are integrated, it is not easy for even the sealer to take it out. Even if Lucian had already destroyed it and crushed it, the part that had completely fused with his body was still enough to seal it completely.

......

Walking to a fairly flat clearing, Yalei put down the bronze statue, glanced around, and waved his hand to scatter a thick black mist, allowing it to spread.

Everywhere the mist covered, the void seemed to dissolve, revealing a black void from the inside out, and indistinct figures appeared inside. It's like the silhouette of an object hitting the wall through a strong light, which is very weird.

The figures seemed to sense the hollow opening, and immediately approached it, making their way through the void without incident. After the dense figure left the void and passed through the mist, the image immediately returned to an ordinary human.

Kara and the others were the first to leave the Fear Realm, and when they saw the bronze statue of Lucian on the ground, they immediately showed a happy expression.

"Boss, you've finally succeeded!"

"The Median Sealer has been defeated, and the Perfect Body is really powerful!"

"Let me say, as long as the governor is out, there is nothing that cannot be done!"

ā€œ......ā€

Lydia bit her thin lip lightly, looked at him with moist eyes, and suddenly noticed that there was only a bronze statue on the ground, and immediately frowned, looking around:

"What about the other one?"

"Strictly speaking, Duriel is not a sealer, he is a demon god, and there are no war paints in his body. Seeing that she was so nervous, Yalei wanted to laugh a little, but quickly explained:

"So I'm locked up in the realm of fear, rest assured, you'll never see it again in your life. ā€

"That's ......"

The female knight breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense body relaxed.

Relieved, the crowd was about to ask about the details of the battle and the perfect body, but was interrupted by a clamor of prayers.

"Heavenly Father, I praise you for being a God of mercy, for not breaking a bruised reed, and not blowing out a dying lamp. Heavenly Father, I thank you for your compassion for my weaknesses, for taking off all my burdens, and for accepting me as I am...... Hallelujah!"

"Hallelujah!"

"Hallelujah!"

The remnants of the Hebrews gathered together, led by the temple elders, fell to the ground and prayed aloud while bowing down to the place where Solomon's temple was located.

Although the temple was completely destroyed, the stone wall that sealed the ark of the covenant and the tree on which the Kabbalah was engraved still stood strong. This phenomenon excites them to believe that it is a divine revelation, implying that there is always a glimmer of hope for the Hebrews, no matter how much they suffer.

Later, the only remaining remnant of Solomon's Temple was given a new name among the Hebrews, the Wailing Wall.

"I ...... My city of Shechem...... No ......."

In the midst of the prayer, Lua fell to her knees with a sad expression, her voice choked, her eyes dark, and she kept muttering something to herself. Her body was covered in a powerful resentment, so that her closest subordinates did not dare to approach her, but only dared to stand far away and advise, for fear that she would be wrathed.