"To be honest, I was reluctant, but now it seems that you are even more reluctant, so my heart is very balanced. Besides, if I calculate accurately enough, you may not be able to deprive me of much power. As long as I save zài, then I win. ”

"You're going to be another me. Pandoryan's projection was silent for a moment, but then he also laughed, and the corners of his pale lips curled, looking closer to the mirror image of a human being: "And many of them don't seem to want this ending to happen?

"If the plan goes smoothly enough, then at least seventy percent. ”

Edward stared at the face that resembled himself without giving a step: "Mithra, or any other god, probably won't pay attention to the whereabouts of the divine power flowing out of my little labyrinth. As long as they force a breakthrough, I can get enough energy to tamper with the circle, and they probably won't notice this, after all, I'm already in the circle. He talks eloquently, and does not shy away from revealing his own methods. The tone was as casual as if he were talking to an acquaintance...... But his gaze did not relax at all.

At the far end of the field of vision, at some point, day seemed to have turned into night—the blue in the sky was receding, and the sun-drenched celestial realm turned into a starry night sky in an instant, but those brilliant stars were far brighter and more blurry than everyone remembered.

In the gaze of the telemancer, the little starlight reflected the bottomless darkness, slowly swirling, and the vortex in the center was like an incomparably huge beast opening its mouth. Prepare to devour the one qiē that you are able to swallow.

That is the most concrete embodiment of Pandorian Ryan.

Clearly, this ancient creature was ready to take a desperate gamble.

Yet the look of the human being. But there is not the slightest tension - the royal power is the channel, connecting Pandorian Ryan and the world, but the royal power is also a shackle, and when it is not complete, there will always be a barrier between the ancient evil and the world.

"It is not easy for my soul to be freed from kingship, I know. 10,000 years. The soul of every wielder of the royal power will bury me deep in it...... However, you don't think that just positioning can stump me, do you? Don't forget jì, your fight with me is a good signpost. ”

A mocking chuckle seemed to flip a switch, and countless black ripples swirled through the air. Absorb the light in one fell swoop!

The darkness that really blocks out the light. Not in front of man, but in the sky, on the earth, in the whole space.

The transparent blue of the sky was at last completely gone, and was replaced by a deep turbulence like night, and the surging coldness and indifference were the power of rage and ruin, compared to which the waves capable of swallowing the were but gentle ripples.

Distorted limbs and sticky mud make up the bulk of this black wave. It is like a mixture of flesh and blood, and the tumbling darkness that devours a qiē light is its waves. Metal and skeleton converged into a surging wave, each with three massive human heads with open jaws and a series of high and low chants, gray, swollen limbs with claws or claws, snake-like torsos that stretched backwards into the dark depths, like tens of millions of slender worms writhing and sizzling low.

No matter how high and fierce the waves are, they can't threaten the reef in the slightest.

The dark gray base and countless blocks of color of the steel warriors were the solid rocks in front of the tide of the undead, the blue light shining in their eyes, the electric light wandering endlessly in the accumulators, and the immortal war machinery firmly defended the position, allowing the waves of corruption and cold to pounce, slap, retreat, and rise again......

Behind them, the diffuse particle cannon's cluster slurry was the wall of flames that pushed backwards, a dense rake of rays of light repeatedly scratching the battle line, and shrouding every qiē as far as the eye could see was shrouded in a hellish red light. The terrifying firepower disintegrated the mud monster ghost into a steam-like black mist, rising above the boiling killing field like porridge, gradually fading, and slowly being consumed by the entire space. Countless metal plates radiate from the center of the pyramid, transforming more of the earth into a structure of steel, allowing more attacks to join the chaotic battlefield.

Time is advancing minute by minute, until ...... Day 3, or Day 4?

Edward stood quietly on the top floor of the pyramid, his eyes staring into the distance, but his silver eyes were as cold as glaciers, and the chaotic battle situation was completely absent.

Only a little pale in the darkness was what he was staring at.

Dozens of hours of non-stop fierce fighting have long blurred the boundary between heaven and earth. Except for the metal, the world has been rendered by the thick inky mud, but at this moment, a hole has been torn out of it, and pure white light is squeezed out of the broken place like a tide, frantically pouring into this world occupied by the cold war......

The light is in sight.

But victory is not.

The darkness has occupied all the gaps, rushing towards the metal city everywhere, the missiles and rapid-fire guns in the armed buildings are intertwined, but the long-term war has allowed the darkness to master certain characteristics, they sometimes turn into fog as thin, sometimes lightning rushing, the heavy ion jet sword in the hands of the machine qì people at the top of the building waved, cutting a large gap in the darkness, but then it was completely drowned by seven or eight tentacles stretched out like purple and black waves. The alloy shell withstood the erosion of darkness but could not stop the tremendous force, and in an instant it was crushed and torn out hideous wounds, and the pipes and oil sprayed like flesh and blood.

But the moment those dark blue eyes went out, the small fusion core spewed out all the energy.

The hard ground swayed like a twist of water ripples, bulging and denting, and then the tumbling explosion buried all the space within a few hundred feet into the heat of 10,000 degrees, and the rising mushroom cloud contained the ultimate death, and even the darkness formed by the spiritual power of the ancient evil creatures had to retreat and avoid the terrifying explosion of lava.

However, a corner of the city also collapsed in the flames.

The last corner.

The tall buildings that once stood were reduced to twisted residue in the flames. All that remains of the overwhelming metal is now the massive pyramid and a wall that stands – no longer the last bastion.

"You can't escape...... With the power of human beings alone, you can only ruin this crazy move!"

The human-like figure was no longer there, only the hoarse roar of the entire space mixed with a myriad of sounds. With the sound, the structure of the earth's crust under the pyramid was changed by some unprovoked force, like a heart that had been silent for thousands of years under the ground suddenly began to beat, pulling countless deep cracks on the ground wildly.

The walls of the heavy metal plates creaked, and the cracks erupted high into pillars of fire like waterfalls, and the engulfed energy bodies inspired a storm of backward sputtering. The metal deformed and melted in the sea of fire, like a burning candle. And the invisible force manipulated the fireworks that showed purple light. It twists into all sorts of strange and absurd images, a bit like people and then blurred, with a hoarse roar.

Edward looked up.

The upper levels of the pyramid are scattered in all directions. The gaze in the shadow of the hood silently scanned the zenith, where more and more white tides were squeezing into the world, rapidly dissolving and splitting in the air. Increasing wing-spreading streamers. It's almost like a butterfly that covers the sky and the sun. It continued to expand in all directions, and finally countless water droplets formed a calm lake, and a little ripple spread in this lake!

Well, it's time to leave.

The armor on the pyramid shattered. The upper and lower parts are separated, and the upper part of the pyramid rises into the air and slowly rises upward, while the lower part crushes with it. Transform into a black and white circle!

A.T.FIELD is reversed, and the imaginary space is opened!

The whispers of human beings are like chanting. In the midst of this sound, a black shadow with a thickness of three billionths of a meter expanded towards the circumference, reaching a diameter of six hundred meters! The incomparably deep and secluded void swallowed the red-hot magma flowing on the ground and the wriggling black mud in the air in one go, losing the support of the ground, and the shadow tentacles that were originally heading towards the sky could only stretch helplessly, but they could not keep up with the speed of the foundation sinking!

It's useless, there is the Endless Void, subordinate to the Twelfth Apostle, connecting the Endless Sea beyond the boundaries of the universe, no matter how huge it is, you can't escape from it.

There is a contemptuous mockery in the human spirit, so that the ancient evil things can't help but let out a series of vague and grand roars - as a space built in consciousness, every qiē here is immaterial, and the firmness of spiritual power is the only criterion for controlling all things, and all qiē must be based on the imagination of the master of the space. And there is no doubt that at this moment, the human spirit believes that the black hole can contain all things, so even the multi-complex spiritual body of Pandorian cannot escape this imagination.

It wasn't the so-called imagination itself that made the ancient evil creature angry, but that this thought was so ingrained and indestructible! No matter how much he struggled, he could only fall inward, and let the giant crystal rush into the sky and fly towards the pale space!

The darkness in the sky was condensing, and the hedron was surging with Pandoryan's last killing intent, but the next moment, the hedron parted the gap—just a tiny gap, but the whole crystal changed shape several times, from quadrangular pyramids to opposing triangular pyramids, and then eight small cubes...... The surging red light of the particle cannon erupted through the cracks, and it seemed as if the whole world was about to be split in two as it streaked across the sky!

The sky was torn apart.

"You ......"

The roaring whistling dragged on to an unimaginable distance, but then, all of them were wrapped in the whiteness, crystals, humans, ancient evil things...... There are only subtle white streamers in the eyes that splash around like water droplets, but the moment they come into contact with these water droplets, the qiē seen in the field of vision is fading its original color every minute......

From white, it slowly turns into a meaningless gray-red......

The qiē in front of me was lighting up again, accompanied by an incomparably sharp pain, like thousands of needle tips were constantly kneading and tearing, grasping every inch of skin, muscle, and bone that could be grasped, but in fact it was more profound - this tearing pain was so complete that at this moment, the feeling seemed to condense into a tiny almost nothing, and then swelled violently......

The pain of a damaged soul.

Hiss!

The sound of pumping sounds so intense, thunderous. The mind baptized by the fantasy war seems to be still immersed in the indescribable noise...... Then the turbulent reversal of cognition in consciousness brings another kind of suffering, and time is sped up and slowed down. I don't know how to pass through it, so I can barely reunite the qiē in my sight into a shape that can be handled.

It was a myriad of scattered rocks, suspended in a golden halo, and then, in the direction of the slightest turn of the eye, there was a gentle silver color.

An indescribably gorgeous staff. Blocked by that myriad golden luster!

Royalty.

Myself...... Gone!

The joy of consciousness fills the small half of the mind, and then it flows incredibly to some corner—like a feeling of emptiness gathered there. The perception of the gods, the perception of space, and the omnipresent method of observation...... It seems that they have all disappeared into the void.

So light...... Light yì?

The second thought crushed the human heart like a claw. It felt as if the world had stood still again.

Is it really so easy for a qiē?

Edward moved his head slightly. Then I saw the Milky Way formed by countless silver stars in my field of vision, and the river of light flowed in the distance. When the perspective was opened again, it was only a part of the slowly rotating spiral nebula that spread out. Countless points of light flickered and flickered in the deep universe, dispelling the darkness and coldness that should have existed in the void.

The shadow of a city is embedded in this void.

Burgundy.

The sound of hoarse breathing sounded from inside the body...... Consciousness seems to have finally begun to take control of the physical body. Allow your limbs to start bouncing slightly.

As a result, all kinds of feelings came flooding in.

Edward let out a groan, and slowly opened his eyes, the dim light in his gaze soft and warm. But there was still a stinging pain in the depths of his eyes, and all the qiē was shaking. It's like the dizziness and nausea that comes from the feeling of the remnants of spatial turmoil...... Or rather, there seemed to be a rather strange smell in the shimmer and air in front of him.

It's not the taste, it's all the feeling that it's in a strange situation.

He slowly turned his gaze through the gold that enveloped him, and then saw the infinite world with its brilliant stars. Tiny stardust lingered around him, and through the thick golden light around him, he showed an even brighter silver glow in it, as if it were a complete collection of energy, flawless and pure.

"This is the astral plane......"|

His voice was so dry that it barely looked like he was with himself, and he struggled to turn himself into a standing state—with little effort, and in the astral plane, consciousness takes precedence over body, and it's one of the most comfortable spaces for a psychic manor.

Hah, Psychic Warlock...... Can you still be counted?

The doubts didn't last long, for Edward was soon at ease, first with a manipulative voice, and then with a reinvention of the mind...... To his surprise, he found that he still had hundreds of psionic points to splurge at will—not only his own, but also the parasitic psionic sucking baby on the side of his neck was still at its peak.

Or not...... The pain of his soul still lingered in his mind, lingering like a parasite, and Edward shook his head, knowing that he had been deeply wounded this time, and roughly estimated, he had lost at least a third of his abilities - most of them were the things that had been plundered from Pandorian in that battle of consciousness, and now they were all filled back, and they had to take interest.

But in fact, it is already a great luck to be able to ensure that there is no shortage of arms and legs to complete the task.

After settling down, he finally turned his gaze back, allowing the familiar silver staff to appear in his field of vision.

Familiar enough that it can already be drawn, every ridge, every texture, flower or leaf or gemstone, it is like the feeling of once holding it carefully in your hand and appreciating the memory.

It's an incomparable artifact, the most powerful creation in the multiverse, and with it, you get a qiē.

In his head, a voice was constantly speaking, making him want to reach out and grasp the silver staff and experience its unparalleled power.

"yes, incomparable......"

Edward muttered softly, and then burst out laughing—the sweet, confusing whisper that seemed to linger in his ears, but he was sure he would never reach out to the staff again...... Although he knew that as soon as he picked up and took something, the power of God, a whole space, several from God...... All sorts of things are at your fingertips.

But the qiē is over.

It's over, and he won't go back in time again, and even if the strong regret in his heart is like a sharp riding gun poking at his consciousness, Edward can't pursue that kind of thing that will bring ruin.

He slowly began to retreat.

The golden cocoon woven by the divine power faded like a flow around the body, and slowly, the body, limbs, and the last knuckle broke away from it, leaving only the thick golden divine power, and the silver shadow that shone alone in it, and suddenly fell like a huge drop guillotine, which made the psychic warlock lose his mind for a moment.

Or maybe it's not over yet.

Edward looked up and looked at the huge floating shadow in the silver starry sky, the city of Burgundy, with its foundation hundreds of feet deep underground, suspended in the astral plane, the walls of the city seemed to be thinned and lost their thickness, like a sensory illusion, those who reflected the flickering starlight, or objects, were assimilated into the same existence as other astral matter.

This is not the best outcome, and it can even be said to be very bad.

If things are not harmonious, let the city leave the main physical plane and flee to the half-plane - this is the last and worst solution, and now it is in the astral plane, although it cannot be counted as ......& (to be continued......