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But it's also coming to an end.

Su Junyan and the others stood at the end of the Shinto Road, and what they saw was the legendary sanctuary.

The Sanctuary of Asgard, the Sanctuary of the Demon Seed, the Sanctuary that the humans of the Central Continent have feared and feared for countless years.

But when I actually saw it, there was really nothing.

It is one, built of black mountain stones, not too towering, but with a strong new continent simple but extremely solemn and solemn atmosphere.

When you look at this building, you can indeed see the existence of some kind of faith.

In a sense, it was faith that sustained Asgard for more than 200 years.

This is the conclusion reached by a later scholar of the Asgardian Demon Seed of the New Central Empire, after studying various documents of Asgard for a long time, living in Asgard for many years, and conducting countless field investigations.

"When I go back, I will change the appearance of my temple. After seeing this legendary building, Su Junhan thought for a while and said.

"Then we'll have to wait until you make it back alive. "Olivia has never had a good impression of Su Junhan, especially disgusted that he used Su Junyan's appearance.

While they were talking, footsteps came from the sanctuary, step by step, like a drum beating on people's hearts.

Who could it be?

Everyone withdrew their thoughts and looked at the door of the church.

When the answer was revealed, everyone was surprised.

Only Su Junyan was not so surprised.

Because it was he who killed this man with his own hands, not so long ago.

Hohenheim.

The second Hohenheim.

Compared with Olivia's surprise, Su Junyan knew that this Hohenheim was the real Hohenheim.

In terms of strength alone.

The one he killed before can only be said to be, Hohenheim, the last trace of his nostalgia for this world.

A memento of the city at your feet.

It is also a kind of decision.

He gave everything to Augustine, except for the last shred of consciousness.

He didn't need reason, he just needed to, fight for Augustine until he used his last shred of strength.

A Hohenheim without any human sanity.

It will be much stronger than the previous Hohenheim.

"Why don't you kneel down when you come to God's door?" said Hohenheim with a blank face, and at this moment, even his gentle gold-rimmed glasses became extremely gloomy.

"I'm taking the lead. "In the face of Hohenheim like this, there is nothing to say.

Su Junyan directly pulled out the knife, and this knife directly brought the law of inevitability.

Artoria followed, and the monarch's greatsword emitted a dazzling light, forming a clear contrast with the black flame on Su Junyan's knife.

Olivia wielded the power of the origin of frost, enveloping the cold of the entire world towards Hohenheim, and the solemn sanctuary was directly frozen into an ice palace.

Su Junhan quietly disappeared into the void, and he didn't know when, he would suddenly appear and deal a fatal blow to Hohenheim.

This is an all-round attack, leaving no strength to attack at all, that is, to defeat this reborn Hohenheim at the first time.

"Presumptuous. Hohenheim pushed his delicate gold-rimmed glasses and gave a low scold.

The next moment, in the face of an all-out attack from heaven and earth, a fist rushed out from behind Hohenheim.

This is, enough to be a groundbreaking punch.

"Ding-" This punch collided with the blade of Su Junyan's arc knife Xiao Ju, and the black flowing fire kept burning on that powerful fist, but it couldn't burn into it at all.

At the same time, this punch not only blocked Su Junyan's sword, but also blocked Artoria's lightsaber after Su Junyan.

And all the frost.

The strong muscles beat gently in the dark night, like a fire on it.

West Gate, Night Tower!

It's just that this Ximen Night Tower is also not the Ximen Night Tower of the past, and in his eyes, there is no joy or sorrow, only the light of nothingness.

That is the light that belongs to Augustine.

The night tower of the West Gate also dedicated itself to Augustine, and then became, a terrifying puppet.

"Hmph!!" Ximen Yelou roared, and his fists were swung out, and suddenly there was a momentum like a sea of mountains.

It was as if an entire Salem Divine Mountain had fallen in this punch, trying to crush Su Junyan and them.

At the same time, Hohenheim, who was blocked behind him by the West Gate Night Tower, opened his hands, and the darkness suddenly drowned out everything that had appeared.

Light, fire, frost.

He whispered as if singing: "Foolish lost lambs, bow the heads of you sinners, accept the judgment of God, and return to the arms of God." ”

Completely, without the slightest emotion, but unexpectedly sacred and solemn to the extreme.

It was as if it was not Hohenheim who was talking, but the world, through Hohenheim's mouth, talking.

The next moment, the darkness that had already covered the entire world, like a tide, inexorably swallowed Su Junyan and them.

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"Do you feel it?"

The battle on Shinto has begun.

Li Bamo's fist and Tiefutu's knife collided together, and the fire-like eyes and flowers on their foreheads were burning.

At the end of the Shinto, the aura of the mountains and the sea continued to come, and the entire sacred mountain of Salem seemed to be about to break into two parts in this fierce battle.

"That's my teacher crying. After feeling that aura, Li Bamo seemed to have been stimulated by something, and his punches were more violent than the other, and the punches were more domineering than the other.

Tiefutu only found out at this time that he didn't know when, and the cloak behind Tiefutu had been replaced from the original weak to the strong that was once terrifying.

That cloak is the martial arts of a warrior.

It is the symbol of the martial arts of the former Ximen Night Tower, this is the Ximen Night Tower, and all of his martial arts have been handed over to Li Bamo.

And then he died, and became a ghost, or something, and continued to wander in this world.

As a disciple, Li Bamo couldn't do anything, so he could only keep punching.

Tiefutu can't do anything, but to make a knife.

This is probably the sadness of this era.

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