It's such a moon again.

Ian didn't expect that Mussolini would choose the place of the final battle in Liuyun. It was a night when the night sky was not clear, the dark clouds were like ink spots obscuring the stars behind him, and the dark yellow moon was half blocked, like a sleepy eye.

The wind is blowing.

The ancient wind chimes hanging under the beams of the house shook off the dust that had been precipitated for thirteen years, and made a crisp rattle sound, and even the smell of the air was the same as thirteen years ago. After the dragon completed its mission to carry Ian, he turned and left, but he didn't really leave, the mountain in the distance was full of all kinds of dragons, they seemed to be silent spectators, and the flowing cloud in the heart was the arena.

Mussolini was also in the middle of the arena, standing tall in the skyscraper, his pitch-black scales glittering in the moonlight. The pair of red pupils were like two scorching fires under the night sky, the same as what Ian had, it was like an ancient totem, and it was like a god-emperor full of majesty.

That powerful spirit could not be matched even by the Flame and Thunder King Na Ember, and even the lowest reptile could sense the danger and go crazy and burrow out of the dirt just to escape from this place.

There was only one creature present, and it was approaching the Dragon Emperor step by step, and that was Ian.

Ian knew that this was going to be the final battle, and it was the place he chose. If he was killed by the Dragon Emperor in Alder, he might have been a little unwilling, but here, Ian found that his heart was unexpectedly unat peace.

He looked up and saw a "person" standing behind him. His father, Irin, and his mother, Shirley, stood at the front, smiling and waving to him, and Al, Ellington, and Sico were all smiles, and more people who looked familiar but couldn't remember their names also came. Everything seems to go back to thirteen years ago, back to that night.

Ian closed his eyes, opened them again, and there were still people behind him, only a withered field of flowers, and the petals fell into the dirt, giving the last touch of fragrance to the large area.

He took a deep breath and pulled out the Dragon Cut, thrusting it into the ground. In the moonlight, the dragon cut reflected an icy luster, reflecting the dragon emperor on one side and the hunter on the other.

Ian knew that Musoniri was waiting for him to strike first, and then use [theocracy] to erase himself like this. It could also attack Ian while he was still on his feet, so Ian wouldn't even have a chance to fight back, but it didn't, just as it had spared itself when Alder had been.

......

"Whether you accept it or not, the Dragon Emperor does treat you as his own child. ”

"You're not the only one who lost your loved ones thirteen years ago, isn't the Dragon Emperor too?"

"There were no winners in that war, we all lost. ”

......

The Messiah's words rang in Ian's ears, accompanied by the ringing of wind chimes. She's always been a kind guy, even if her expression was cold when she first saw her, like snow that won't melt for thousands of years.

But kindness doesn't solve all problems, Messiah.

Ian reached for his left eye.

"Simply put, you have to give it something better to eat so that it can become stronger, like the flesh and blood of God. ”

This is the method that Manhera told him that night, the way to defeat Mussolini, and it was also the night that the Messiah left this world. Originally, he wanted to use these eyes to look at the Messiah again, but God didn't give him a chance.

Ian sighed softly.

"What I like is you, Ian. It's not the Lord of Thorns, it's not the Iliad, it's just you, Ian. ”

Unfortunately, I can't be myself.

Crunch.

Tick, tick.

It was the sound of blood dripping, and Ian plucked his left eye with his own hands, and the pain at that moment almost made him unable to stand. Fortunately, the bleeding was stopped in time and the wound was healed, and the pain gradually subsided, but Ian knew that it was impossible for this eye to grow.

He set his eyes on the blade of the dragon cut. In the next second, Yulong Che turned into a greedy child, frantically absorbing the divine power in his eyes. From beginning to end, the Dragon Emperor Mussolini just watched quietly and did not stop him.

A quarter of an hour later, the eyeball had disappeared from Ian's hand. Then he grasped the hilt of the dragon cut, and at that moment he felt a crazy and dangerous force surging through him, and at the same time, it seemed as if an invisible giant hand was pressing down on him.

In the next second, the pain in the heart struck from the wound in his left eye and quickly spread to the whole body. Ian snorted, clutching the handle of the dragon cut so that he didn't let himself fall. Oh no, at this moment it was no longer the Dragon Cut, it had become a real, god-killing knife.

【Mijin Cut】.

Despite its unchanged appearance, it is not much different from the most common white-bladed long knives. But Ian knew that it had completed its metamorphosis, and the most obvious proof of this was that it had failed.

It was as if he had returned to an underground ghost town.

Despite not trying, Ian knew that [Space] would definitely not be able to be used. The two weapons he relied on the most were now useless, but so what? It was not only the [Endless Life] and [Time and Space] that failed, but also Mussolini's [Theocracy].

Ian pulled out the Mijin Cut.

The clouds and mist piled up overhead seemed to disperse in response, and the moonlight slashed down like a long knife. At this moment, Ian created a godless realm, and the "arena" was no longer Ian Iliad and Mussolini Iliad, but a hunter and a dragon.

"Come on, Mussolini!" Ian pointed the tip of the God's sword at the Dragon Emperor, the sharp blade as if it could cut off the streamer, "Let me cut off your head, like the man who cut off your tail thirteen years ago!"

The Dragon Emperor finally moved, and it leaned down and made an offensive gesture, the moonlight shining on its wings like flowing water, casting a huge reflection on the earth. Then, a loud roar broke the silence of the night, and the Dragon Emperor spread his wings, which seemed to cover out the sky, and pounced on Ian.

Ian stared at it with the only eye he had left.

"Come on. He whispered.

"Roar!"

On the earth, the shadows of the two officially intersected. The blade of the Dragon's blade sliced through the Dragon Emperor's seemingly indestructible scales, and the Dragon Emperor's claws easily cut through Ian's skin.

This is the simplest, most primitive, and bloodiest battle. When the figures of the two were missed, a huge wound appeared on the forelimb of the Dragon Emperor, and the dragon scales fell off in mid-air, like flying butterflies. Ian's right arm was stained red with blood, and Mijinkiri fell out of his palm, forcing him to spin around and grab the knife with his left hand.

When the two of them landed, the blood met and stained the hay red.

Without the protection of [Endless Life], the great pain stimulated Ian's nerves. With red eyes, he yelled at the Dragon Emperor, "Come, Mussolini!"

At this moment, the sky is falling with goose feathers and heavy snow, as if winter is coming.

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