Hit it.

This is indeed not an emptiness, a knife that poured all his soul, all his spirit, all his strength, has slashed into the other party's body, he can clearly feel his strength, his spirit, how his soul went to cut the collarbone, split the ribs, break the muscles, cut the internal organs, cut all the way, and then cut out from the waist.

Not only the destruction of the body, everything was shattered and disintegrated under this sword, whether it was the gray armor around the Necronomicon King's body, the amazingly strong muscles and bones in his body, or the mysterious functional structure, it was like frost disintegrating in the face of his cemented and burning fighting spirit and killing intent and strength.

It wasn't the knife that slashed out, it was himself, and it was he who condensed everything he had into an unprecedented point of condensation and slashed into the body of the Necromantic King.

No matter what the power is, as long as it can be condensed to the highest, it is the strongest and clearest. In front of him, the clearest and most cohesive he had ever seen, everything seemed irresistible.

So won, won? Asa knew very well that everything had been destroyed in all this, and whatever the body was, it had been split in two. But Asa did not have the slightest excitement. Because the Necronomicon didn't have any dodge parry, he just stood still and waited for his sword.

At this time, the King of the Necromancy suddenly stretched out his hand and shook Asa's hand.

It was a strange touch, cold, but not stiff, and even a little soft that was dying. There is no hostility, like a friend's handshake. This touch does not only stay in the skin, but also extends into the body, the spirit, the deepest part of the feeling, which is not the hand, as if it is the soul.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, and I know you're coming. "Although it is true that the body of the Necronomicon has been separated, it has indeed been destroyed. Asa could even clearly feel that the Necromantic King's body was indeed 'dying', but there was a hollow voice that sounded directly in the depths of Asa Land's mind. "I also know that you will do it, and you will be able to do it. ”

"Is that you?" said Asa, completely stunned. Not only the voices, but also countless images and thoughts. I don't know if it was because of the hand he was holding, or because he had condensed all his spirit and soul into the knife, his soul seemed to be connected to the soul of this king of death.

Diya struggled desperately in the middle of the valley...... The difficult choice and the golden glittering dream in the royal capital...... Bet all your faith and your life on the ground...... Living anatomical ...... in a dimly lit hut The stakes in the Castle of Radiance, the transformation, and the one that seems to be summoned. To take the black hilt of the sword, which seemed to him to be the ultimate meaning of his life......

It seems to be an instantaneous illusion, and it seems to be a real memory that has accumulated through these long pains and has accumulated repeatedly, superimposed, and spread and infect each other with one's own thoughts. It's just a blink of an eye. He could barely tell who he really was, the one who would go to his death to destroy the Dark Star, or the young man named Rodhart who had been struggling and only sinking deeper and deeper into darkness and despair.

It's not just Rodhart's thoughts and memories. More darker, bloodier, sharper, more intense images and thoughts came flooding in, not the heavy, hollow dead air that came from the dark star, as if there were other souls in this body. A majestic, ferocious, cruel, cruel, as if condensed from all the ferocity and violence in the world, flesh and blood monsters and beasts, full of this soul are all animal-like instincts**. But no animal can be so strong, so violent. The beast nature mutated in human nature is more sexual than any beast nature.

There was the figure of another soul, one sharper, more lonely, more twisted than Rodhart, equally struggling to sink in the infinite darkness.

Asa could see many familiar memories in the consciousness of this soul, and the soul's disgust and hatred for him was so strong, but it was inextricably intertwined with the trajectory of this life. He even had the feeling that it was his alter ego.

Unlike Rodhart, these two souls are incomplete, these are the souls of two people who have indeed 'died', and they are also preserved with the help of this body because they are too close to the fluctuations of the dark star. This necromantic king can be said to be the integration of Rodhart and these two people, the consciousness of the three people.

He couldn't even refuse, he couldn't fight. What poured into his consciousness was all of the three souls, the totality of the three lives, down to the tiniest detail, not a general appearance.

Abandoned, angry, killed, abandoned, used, strong, unwilling, struggling, detached from everything, victorious, never to feel the pain again, to make amends in the wailing of others, to be satisfied in the prostrations of others...... And then you pass it on to someone else, and let someone else repeat it...... The darkness, blood, and bestiality of the whole look were all made up of the accumulation of countless other things, and he clearly felt that this darkness was incomplete. The soul is full of screams, struggles, loneliness, terror and pain created by the environment, by other people, by the distortion of this world.

From the moment man is born, wailing and crying out for the first time, he is destined to smelt and suffer each other in the great furnace of the earthly world......

Sadness, despair.

It was the only emotion left in his ego consciousness right now.

The memories of the four of them were all cemented and entangled with each other, countless messy fragments separated and scattered, and only one feeling became clearer and clearer.

Powerlessness, emptiness.

"You may not have felt it before, but now you should know that we met here because of fate. ”

It's still a hollow sound. But Asa now understands why it is empty, and it is because this world is empty in the first place.

It doesn't matter anymore **, it doesn't matter if you get it, you don't care if you lose, everything is so meaningless and in vain, it's time to end.

"Yes, I can feel it. Asa muttered in reply.

He can really feel it now, he can faintly feel the context of this whole world now, the order of development. It's something big, something that transcends all meanings, all concepts. There is no good, no bad, no light, no darkness, it is like a vast and extremely sophisticated machine, running without emotion or bias, connecting everything in the world, and nothing is free from this bondage, this order, or rather, this is the meaning of the world itself.

He couldn't understand, he could only feel it. This is inherently incomprehensible to a human being, just as an ant cannot transcend itself to comprehend the movement of the stars and celestial bodies and its place in the animal kingdom. This is only a memory from the Necromancy, and this memory is only from the precipitation of the dark star.

The dark star was originally the condensation of the breath of the world, and it naturally attracted the progress of all things in the world. From the moment he was born, or before he was born, before Rodhart was born, before Crowis was born, they were destined to get to this point, no matter what the process, the result was already predestined.

Asa hadn't just heard this once, but he could resist it, he could not believe it, he could resist it, but this time he couldn't, because he knew, understood, and really felt it in his soul.

Everything that happened, whether it was his, or that of Rodhart, or of the other two mutilated dark souls, or of this earthly world, all the horrors, all the loneliness, all the sins, all the struggles, in fact, how small they were between the movements of heaven and earth, they were like a speck of insignificant dust, worthless.

"This is the end, our end. After walking so far, I finally got here. Rodhart's hollow voice began to distort as his body began to crumble.

Asa had already split his body in two, and then his two sides began to rout, as tiny limb parts scattered apart, and now they had begun to scatter to his chest.

"Actually, everything I have is given to me by you, and you give me too much. It's time for me to give it back to you. These were the last words of the Necro King, and Rodhart's last words, and he thrust the hilt of the Dark Star into Asa's left hand with his hand that was about to collapse completely.

With a bang, the body of the Necronomicon King was completely reduced to fragments.

Without the support of his body, his soul was completely dissipated, but the memories of him, and the other two souls, were all already in Asa's consciousness and could no longer be separated.

"Yes, this is the end. Asa muttered. The familiar aura of the dark star surged again, and the boundless darkness seemed to swallow everything.

I don't know if it was the adaptation of Rodhart and the two souls to the breath over time, or his own acceptance of those memories. In the face of this boundless darkness, he did not feel fear or rejection at all this time, just a very relaxed indifference, a kind of indifference that finally reached the end.

Then this darkness is no longer darkness, but emptiness.

"This is the end of it. He clenched the hilt of his sword and pointed to the sky, the darkness around him cracking.

Outside of the darkness, everyone who saw him was stunned, even Gru.

The Ghost King's robe had become a simple armor, wrapping his whole body. In his right hand, he still held the sword that slashed the Spirit King, but in his left hand was the black hilt of the sword. The aura emanating from him was no longer pitch black, but an indifferent nothingness.