Chapter 676: The Determined Ending
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The last of the Four Knights finally appeared on the battlefield.
The four of them all seem to come with a strong purpose. According to greed, they want to get back what belongs to their master.
It is about the ultimate shadow that visited Nanwei City in the past...
The Night Demon disappeared...
The power of the Night Demon, which was so powerful that it was almost impossible to break, was strangled.
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The ground, the air, everything was shaking.
The mask was carrying the halberd from beginning to end, standing calmly in the air in front of the fog wall.
After a moment, He lifted up the halberd with his skinny-looking arm and aimed it at a certain shadow in the fog wall as if he was throwing a javelin.
The extreme indifference, together with the weight that was constantly superimposed and condensed on the halberd head, was thrown into the wall of fog.
Unlike Scourge, who is also one of the Four Horsemen, the gestures and gestures of the mask are too "ordinary". Except for the burning part of the structure at the tip of the halberd, no other form of brilliant power can be seen. At least it can't be seen visually, but this does not affect the strange sense of oppression brought by the girl + halberd. On the contrary, the more so, the stronger the sense of oppression.
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The halberd turned into a long, thin and straight line, extending straight towards the fog wall.
That thing didn't seem to belong to the three-dimensional world at all, but was just a simple straight line.
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It penetrates the fog wall.
Or it should be said that there is no possibility of collision between the lines themselves and the fog wall, they are just superimposed and overlapped at the same spatial location.
After easily penetrating the fog wall, on the inside, the halberd once again revealed its true form.
Its speed is almost imperceptible. The naked eye can only see a long, straight black line appearing there, but cannot capture its elongation process. It is as if, once it appears, a complete line segment hangs there. It's completely silent.
However, the unpretentious forward-throwing tendency of the halberd within the fog wall was finally completely fixed when it reached the position in front of Milo's eyebrows.
He strangled the burning halberd head like a sword with his bare hands.
It seemed that the throat of the mask was also strangled together with it.
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At that moment, the halberd that seemed to be thrown became a medium that penetrated the fog wall, not only from the outside in, but also supported the counterattack from the inside out.
Milo just followed the strange spatial order and dragged the masked girl in!
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Is he crazy?
Identify yourself with two of the Four Horsemen.
No one knew what Milo was thinking.
Theoretically, the Four Horsemen cannot be killed. This is the result of the ancient divine war. Their prestige and feared status are formed by stacking the bones of many fallen old gods.
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But what is jaw-dropping is that there is no scene of an arrogant man being easily crushed to death by a knight within the fog wall.
But the large and small natural disasters and masks were crushed by the fist formed by the two powers of fear and faith.
The immeasurable abundant power was vented on them in the most luxurious way, covering their heads and faces.
When the scorching fist smashed down, the fat on the face of the natural disaster changed from solid to liquid oil, and finally evaporated. And this was purely a physical burning. The near-destructive impact penetrated deep into the soul, giving this arrogant favored person a terrifying trauma that he would never forget.
And the mask.
The "delicate" body was trampled deep into the ruins.
His halberd penetrated Milo's body countless times.
But that didn't stop the other party from crushing his throat and using a crowbar to peel off the entire mask embedded in his face.
The pattern on the gray-white mask of unknown material kept changing. Sometimes it turned into the face of a ferocious old man, sometimes it turned into the face of an aggrieved girl, but in the end it was forcefully broken by a crowbar pierced into the eye socket, and they were together. What was torn off was a large piece of what could be understood as "flesh and blood".
The mask is on the girl's face, or in other words, the mask is His face...
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The halberd and the black flame are destroying the composition all the time The order and power of Milo's body.
Every time the halberd penetrates the body, there will be an afterimage left in the gap, which cannot be pulled out, and the wound will never heal.
But at this moment, he no longer cares what kind of force his body is resisting, and all his spirit and strength are vented on the other person.
Even...
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"The field of fog walls is expanding..."
Everyone on the battlefield noticed this situation. Not only did it expand, there was also some irresistible traction there.
This pulling force is aimed at the souls from the dreamland.
It is those knights and messengers from the major temples.
"Sure enough, he is completely crazy."
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Even some shadows that have not yet escaped from the light pillar are being rolled into the fog wall uncontrollably.
Those are not the black swords or the lower subordinate races of the gods.
They are the incarnations of the will of the gods.
Like Joan Byrne coming back from the dead.
The soul belonging to Jon Byrne has disappeared, and what occupies that body now is, if not the Golden Tree, a certain god in the Golden Law Temple.
It is the will of such a group of gods with living faces, and Milo wants to drag them all into the fog wall realm.
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I don’t know when the crisis surrounding the Blood Moon turned into an encirclement and suppression operation to kill Milo.
It is unknown when this transformation began and when the gods reached a consensus.
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“Since this is your will, why don’t you implement it yourself, gods?”
All the incarnations shrouded in the fog wall field heard Milo’s voice.
Milo has committed countless blasphemy crimes, and this one is not the least.
But he finally exchanged his arrogance for the gods... Should we call it anger or something else...
In fact, the gods ended up in person in the form of incarnations. At this point, it seems that there is no need to be reserved anymore. The so-called dignity and etiquette of the gods have long been abandoned, and what is about to be staged is a completely unequal and full of power on paper. The "slaughter" of primitive wildness, at least that's what the gods think.
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Now, it is not only the natural disasters and masks that are imprisoned in the fog wall realm with Milo, but also the newly arrived incarnations of the gods.
Can he come out alive?
The moment the wall of fog dissipates, what is the probability that we will see Milo standing instead of the gods? Or a natural disaster? Or a mask?
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This seems to be a definite dead end, and there will be no other outcome except annihilation.
The phantoms and sounds in the fog wall become increasingly blurry as time goes by, becoming increasingly difficult to capture and detect.
At this point, with enough blood, corpses, and enough deaths, the battlefield finally changed from the old morbid carnival atmosphere at the beginning to a vague and slow transformation into mourning.
There are not many Chaos Visioners left.
Only the shadows of a few lonely law enforcement officers in trench coats can be seen within the field of vision.
The ones further away may be Lonnie William and the others.
In front of the fog door, Rebecca was in a daze.
An indescribable feeling of powerlessness hit her body. She knew very well that she was unable to help at all, let alone change anything.
From the moment Scarlet was unearthed to now, everything has been dreamlike, filled with a sudden sense of unreality.
However, the dead people have indeed left.
In the distance, Kang was kneeling in a daze among the ashes and dust.
At his feet, there was a night demon burned to black ashes.
There are also all those chaotic visions scattered in the corners of the battlefield that cannot be dispersed but have nowhere to place...
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And the burned-bald fur ball leaning against the foot of the fog wall at the moment.
Wendigo doesn't seem to realize the predetermined ending like others.
Its soul was newly conceived by the initial humanity provided by Milo, and the situation was still too complicated for it, which was still a child at this moment.
It only knew that Milo had locked himself up with some very dangerous guys.
It wants to help.
Very much.
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So it gnawed at the fog wall with its teeth over and over again, changing many positions and angles along the way...
(End of this chapter)