Pain. The pain pierced the heart, penetrated the lungs, soaked the bones, and the pain was like a red-hot needle strung together with the pain that had spread all over the body, and inserted into the crack in the mind.

The thing that was agitating, jumping, and desperately trying to get into the void through the crack was directly exploded by this thorn, like the tens of millions of hot explosives buried underneath, which had been pressed to the point of being too hot, and now it was completely detonated by this one.

The consciousness of the void was completely blown to pieces, and from below burst out life, power, instinct, breaking through the void and consciousness erupting directly from his body, and he let out a scream and then knocked Roland headlong and flew out,、。 This reaction is no longer the way of Necronomicon Five, it is the way of Asa.

At the same time, the bright red blood from the wounds that had burst all over his body spurted outward, and it seemed as if he had become a water bag that was originally swollen with blood, and it was pierced with countless holes, and the blood flowed all over his body in an instant.

The pain, the immense pain that was tormenting and squeezing him like crazy, the power that had always supported his body and consciousness faded, and Asa could only feel the extent to which his body had broken down.

The injuries he had suffered were by no means few, and the injuries were not light, and there were many times when they were almost all dead, and compared to the injuries on his body now, almost none of them could be called injuries. Now every part of his body, from the muscles, skin, to the tiniest blood vessels, all the nerves were shattered, and the moment he slammed his head against Roland just now made the scalp on his forehead all turn over, and at least three muscles on his neck were shattered by congestion, and even he wondered why he hadn't cracked into a pile of flesh with a thud.

It was in this consciousness that he was filled with pain, and he suddenly vaguely thought, why don't I put down the hilt of the sword in my hand, as if all of this was because of this hilt, and following this thought, his gaze fell on the hilt of the pitch black star in his left hand.

He wanted to let go, but he couldn't. Not only did the hilt and palm of his hand seem to have been glued together, but as soon as he had the idea of letting go, there were immediately countless other gathered thoughts that hindered him. In the sea of knowledge, he seemed to be able to see three black figures entangled, echoing the feeling of the hilt of the sword.

Blood poured out of his body, running down his arm toward the hilt of the sword. But not a drop of it made it to the hilt. The cold, pitch-black hilt of the sword was like a red-hot soldering iron, and the blood snorted when it touched it.

Lattice cracks. A subtle cracking sound came from the hilt, and the crack in the hilt was constantly thickening and enlarged, even though there was no attack.

The white sword qi light burst through the air, and the Lancelot Holy Light Cross Sword finally arrived, but he didn't hit Assadi's body. Instead, it struck at the hilt of his left hand.

Because Roland flew upside down and stopped him. His shot was not just a beat, but it was because of this that he saw the change in Asa. Perhaps, it was because Asa was conscious, or perhaps he saw signs that the hilt was beginning to crack, and he aimed the blow at the hilt.

The hilt of the sword was destroyed. It may indeed be more effective and solve the problem than killing Asa. The hilt of the sword did indeed look like it was on the verge of cracking, and it could shatter into countless pieces with the slightest external force. Lancelot was not wrong with this choice.

Sure enough, the Holy Light Cross Sword Earth Sword Light was just a moment when the hand of the sword hilt hit in the middle of the week, and a larger cracking sound immediately burst out from the sword hilt. You can see that the crack on it suddenly deepens and grows, and it immediately shatters completely. But at the same time, Lancelot's white sword light all dissipated, because a black sword passed through his heart, lungs, and chest cavity from his side, and penetrated into his right hand that condensed all the sword qi, his sword qi, life, and right hand disintegrated in an instant, and even the ashes were left and completely disappeared into the void.

Unwilling, this was Lancelot's last remaining thought. As long as he added a little more force, giving him and the Holy Light Cross Sword an extra hundredth of a second, he could really shatter the hilt. But alas, it was the dark star that wore him.

Collapse, dissipate. Lancelot vanished and shattered through the air ten times faster than Vidnina, and he could only turn around with all his strength and smile wryly at Talis, who was running towards him.

This smile no longer has the slightest paladin majesty, sacredness, there is bitterness on it, more kindness and love, this is a father's smile that releases all hidden feelings at the end.

"Daddy....." Talis screamed, tears rolling down her cheeks as she ran, but the next second even the smile disappeared into the void.

Behind, Lil landed heavily on the ground in mid-air, a hole in his chest that was spreading around, and the body of the Divine Crystal Dragon was just as fragile under the pitch-black star. She looked back encouragingly, and watched Roland spit out the last words with difficulty: "Stupid, I told you to kill that kid, not to attack the dark star....."

Lil's body soon vanished completely, with only a small piece of crystal falling from her vanished head to the ground.

Lancelot just left nothing behind, my form completely dissipated, and the pitch-black sword body was revealed. It tossed in the air as if it were alive, and then aimed at the hilt of the sword in Asa's hand.

Before it was fully connected, the endless aura emitted from the sword's body had spread to the hilt, and the countless cracks on the hilt began to heal in this aura. Asa's gaze was empty again, and the surging breath once again merged with the dark consciousness in his mind. All the power that had just sprung up, life, was once again submerged in the endless darkness of emptiness.

The sky was changing, becoming an endless black, an endless emptiness, an endless endless. The ground was also changing, becoming one with the sky, the same emptiness, the same emptiness, Taris, Roland, who had just risen from the ground, only felt as if he was standing in the cosmic void above the nine heavens.

This is the power of the complete Dark Star, the complete Necronomicon Five.

Rumble. The ground shattered beneath his feet, the magma burst into the sky, and Gru kicked the last kick, finally arriving, arriving with the only dazzling green and white fighting light in this dark void. Sand and gravel flying, splashing, Talis. Roland all fell away in the wind and wind brought by Gru.

Still, he didn't strike at Assa, but grabbed Asana's left hand with the hilt of his sword. And the other hand actually grabbed the sword body that was slowly merging with the hilt.

"Wake up, boy. A roar almost shattered the entire dark void, and all the light converged on Grudi's two hands, and he actually held the dark star, and he wanted to force the sword away with his own strength.

Asa stood like a puppet, letting Gru's roar ring in his ears and letting Gru hold his hand. His sword-holding hand was slowly turning into obsidian. The same obsidian as the Black Star. A faint black aura began to surround him.

There is no force left to stop it. Asa's empty consciousness was clear in Gru's futile efforts.

It has reached a point where no one, no force, can stop this. The sword body is still slowly merging, which is not something that human power can fight against after all. The black aura and the white earth light were fighting each other like crazy, but the black aura was no longer the same as when there was only the hilt of the sword just now. Now it's the whole black star.

Click. The white light cracked, and so did Grudi's hand. Even the most invincible and powerful pair of hands in the world finally couldn't resist the power of this dark and empty land.

Despair. Talis felt a sour, feeble sharpness welling up from the deepest part of her heart, and all the strength and all the hope in her body were halved in half. They weren't far from here, but they stopped. This is the deepest despair.

Suddenly, a sword aura stabbed out of Asa's chest. Although it was no longer grand and mighty, it was sharp and fierce like the scream of a dying beast.

It was Roland who made the shot, only he could make a move at this time, his originally elegant and handsome face was almost completely rotten, his facial bones were deformed, even one eyeball fell out, he looked as terrifying as a Wa, and the remaining eye was full of bloodshot and bloodshot by pain, despair and the last fighting spirit.

This is the last chance, and he has concentrated all his strength to fight for this last chance. The Dark Star had not yet fully fused, and Asa's hands had changed, but his body was still covered in blood and pain, and he took the opportunity to smash Asa's head into pieces with a single sword. This is a sword that he has burned his life into as a power lethality.

With a muffled snort, Gru finally fell away, the white fighting energy on his hands was almost invisible, and blood gushed out. At the same time, with a thud, the palm sword with the palm as the edge successfully pierced into the **, broke open, and the blood sprinkled on Asa's body like a sudden rainstorm.

It is not his own blood, it is small blood. Just as Roland's sword was issued, the little one in the middle of them suddenly ran out to block in front of him, and then Roland's sword opened a big hole in the knife from the back to the chest, and then the remaining strength was still in front of Asa, and Roland's small bloody palm stabbed Asa in the chest.

Roland skewed himself on his arm in disbelief, and it seemed that this should never have been something that she could do with such a clever mind and so rational. Even she was a little surprised, rationally she knew that she should never block this, and even if she did, it would be useless. But when she saw Roland's sword stabbed at Assa, who was covered in scars and blood and standing still like a puppet, she jumped out of her own way before reason could arise.

No matter how rational a woman is, she is also a woman. This is the sorrow of a woman, but also the greatness of a woman.

"Wake up, I beg you, wake up....." Roland, who could be seen clearly through the large hole in her chest, struggled to raise her bloodied hand, and held the face that had poisoned Assamuran, and looked at him with a foolish and sad face, tears and blood flowing down her face.

Blood splattered into Asa's empty eyes, turning the emptiness into a blood-red, blood-red void in the center, only a small tear-stained face. Two deep wounds with bones, and the face was covered with blood, but what was reflected was a clear and desolate piece of ice water, helpless, and desperate.

Her voice gradually weakened, her tear-filled eyes were dry and could no longer support it, and she was slowly closing, but she seemed reluctant to close it. He tried his best to look at Asa more, his hand still holding Asa's face. He was muttering, "Wake up." I beg you to ......"

Finally, her eyes could no longer support it and closed it, but the last line of tears flowed from it, and the hand holding Asa finally drooped.

Suddenly, Asa's face twitched. Something seemed to burn in the eyes that had been hollow oil.

The heat, the hot, the blood that had splashed on him, mixed with the blood that was about to dry up, made him feel like he was going to burn, and even the emptiness of his consciousness became so red and hot that it was about to burn blood.

It's not just the burning from the outside in, it's more about the burning and pain that burns from behind the emptiness, in the depths, and in the void itself.

Boom, blood-red flames erupted from him, earth blood fused with his blood. It really burned on the body surrounded by this black aura. The black aura that was burned swirled around him like crazy, and Xiao Di's body was enveloped in it and disappeared silently.

The blood-colored fire is so bright, so bright, there is only life, only the burning of life can have such a color. Hot, hot, this hot, this hot has burned his entire soul red, and the void that can annihilate everything is gradually softening, and a sting pain behind him is about to burst out.

"Ah.....h Blood-red fire and ethereal black hair rolled around him like madness.

Roland also disappeared into the red-black waves. His palm did hit Asa in the chest, but only to the punch. The body that was full of scars and seemed to be about to shatter at any time was now unimaginably strong, and the sword qi that opened the mountain and split the stone couldn't even break the skin, not only could it not be broken, but it was impossible to even take it back, as if it had suddenly grown on it. The red-black waves were just a churn, and he didn't even have time to scream and completely disappeared into them

Asa's screams slowly reverted from poignancy to emptiness, and then stopped. The black aura spread into his eyes, and it was washing away the blood red little by little. The body of the Black Star's sword had almost completely fused with the hilt, only the slightest crack on it was growing from large to large, and when this crack was completely gone, it was when the complete Necromantic King appeared.

The red fiery black emptiness burned more vigorously and violently, and Asa's figure was no longer visible.

Talis was completely frozen, only tears flowing, she couldn't get close, she could only watch it all in despair. There seems to be no more way to do it, and the next step is either to be torn to pieces by the fierce black and red, or to become the true and complete king of the necromancy.

There is another person, and there is another person watching all this, but he will never and will never just watch, no matter how serious the injury is, no matter how desperate the situation is, he can't just watch.

Gru's hands were barely hands, and the works of art that had been created by Heaven to express the power of life to perfection were now only blurred flesh and blood. His expression did not have the slightest slight, there was no trace of frustration and failure, he was hard, resolute, violent, and brave..... All the concepts that represent this kind of meaning are strengthened a hundredfold together, and it cannot describe the hundredth of his momentum.

The strongest person, the strongest point is always the spirit and will, or the soul. He lunged into the red and black waves around Asa.

The light of the fighting spirit had disappeared, and he relied on this body to squeeze inside, bump, and rush, and the red flames and black aura on his body were melted away one by one, and he finally rushed to the front of Asa and waved his fist.

The hand that had completely burst apart was holding a fragmented shape, and it was no longer the most powerful weapon in the world that was invincible, and there was no dazzling fighting spirit, some were just blood spilled from the sky, but he still struck out so resolutely and angrily, just because it was his fist.

"Wake me up!

The red and black shattered together, and the punch hit Asa in the face.

With a click, Gru's fist shattered.

This strongest weapon, the most complete manifestation of power, is finally completely shattered.

Click, Asa's head deviated, it was not just Gru's fist that was broken, he could clearly hear it, something in his brain, in his heart, in his soul. I was shattered by this shattered punch.

The fist spilled blood and flesh all over Assadi's body, and the red fire suddenly became stronger, as if it was not blood, but oil, and the fire was not only red, but also the golden and dazzling of the sun.

At this moment, even the aura of the pitch-black star was covered under this flame. This fire is not only scorching, but also burning and drilling into his body, and even Asa's eyes are this dazzling sun-like flame, and there is no longer the slightest black breath.

"Bastard ....."

It was Asa's cry, it wasn't a scream of confusion, it wasn't a meaningless scream, it wasn't the hollow voice of the King of the Necrons, it was his own voice. He had completely woken up, and Gru's punch, the flames of the blood of the three of them, had finally shattered all the darkness in his consciousness and the messy memories in his soul.

Although it was a scolding sentence, there was not a trace of anger in this voice, it was all sadness, it was all pain, and there was no room for any other feelings.

He saw and remembered everything that had just happened, and the pain of this wakefulness even covered up the pain that burst all over his body, and almost destroyed his spirit.

But knowing that he couldn't fall, he raised the knife in his right hand and slashed at his left hand, which had become completely one with the Dark Star.

He had no strength, the power of the dark star faded, there was no longer the slightest strength in the broken body, and even just by raising this hand, there were muscles shattering and falling, and he used this grief, with this sorrow, with the block just in front of him, with the feeling left on his face by those hands, with the blood flowing and mixed in his body, with Lancelot, with Roland, with the sacrifice of the tens of thousands of soldiers who escorted him here, with the throwing of his life.

The knife shattered, the knife that his father had forged for him with his own hands and had accompanied him through countless battles, slashed on the black arm, shattering like a piece of paper.

Fat, Naqiu has been taking him with him, and when he ran out of power, the useless King's Ring was also shattered. It seemed that the white light had only flickered and disappeared into the mouth of this hand.

Kapin, his already loud hand and mouth shattered. She shattered into small pieces and fell from his sword.

As soon as he asked, the fallen black star was fed, and the hilt of the sword that had become one with his arm also shattered along with his arm.

It was as if the lid of the dark hell had been opened, and in the shattered hilt of the sword, an endless black rush rushed away, without any sound, but to cover everything and swallow it all.

"Why don't you kill me in the first day? You should be able to do it. Asa looked at Gru with a bitter smile and asked with a wry smile, tears pouring down his eyes and mixing with blood.

"I said a long time ago that I wouldn't let you die if I wasn't dead. Gru looked at Asa and said lightly, although his tone was still so flat and calm, but his voice was weak, and no part of his body was intact.

Talis was able to run over at this time, holding Asa and saying nothing, just desperately using the white magic to heal the wounds, tears welling up.

"Fool, I told you not to come. Asa raised his hand to touch her head, but could not lift it again. He couldn't stop crying and laughed miserably. "In the end, this is the result, it should be said that we won or failed. “

The black aura was still spewing non-stop, Asa turned his head to look at the aura that seemed to have opened the lid of hell, and said weakly, "But these are all unwanted, the result is the same, the hilt of the Pitch Black Star has been shattered, and all the breath inside is pouring out, even if you don't let me die, we have to die." ”

As if in response to his words, the black aura grew bigger and stronger, more and more violent, no longer spraying, but exploding.

Annihilating so, devouring so, this is the most primordial power of the dark star, and now, they no longer have the strength to resist.

Black, everything is engulfed in black, covering up the review, even the sky and the earth.