Chapter 126 The importance of mastering Chinese (please subscribe!)
The branch-shaped thunder and lightning flashed in the dark clouds.
The silver-haired boy was wearing a silver-white winter coat, standing in front of the ruins of the collapsed temple, his fox fur cloak rustling in the biting cold wind, and he looked up at the sky.
The lion-like Lemuel flaps his blazing wings, and his blood-red gem-like lion eyes reflect Yeats' solemn expression.
The legendary sanctuary.
An arrogant existence in the material plane, he also has the power to open up the divine realm!
Lemuel came in the form of the Seven Rings Sanctuary. His strength was so different that there was no way to stop him.
Fear spread through Yeats's spine like cold liquid throughout his body.
The substantial pressure made Yeats breathless and his ears buzzed.
He tried his best to stay calm and quickly thought about Remiel's information.
One of the seven archangels who always serve God, nicknamed 'The Beast of God'.
He once annihilated the legendary patron saint of the enemy country "Nislok the Giant Eagle" in the holy war.
Lemuel is the apostle in charge of thunder, and has the ability to control illusions. He is responsible for guiding people's souls to the final judgment.
But why did He appear here?
Is Isidora’s awakening related to Him, and what is His purpose?
One possibility cannot be ruled out. Remiel came to plunder the divinity of the Winter Goddess!
At this time.
Lemuel looked at him indifferently.
At this moment, panic that reached deep into his soul exploded in Yeats's heart, making his scalp numb.
It doesn’t matter what ingredients you use now, the most important thing is to survive!
Try to buy as much time as possible until Teacher Candela comes back, maybe there will be a glimmer of hope!
“Get out of here, Yeats!”
The guardian beast Snow Leopard roared and flew in front of Yeats to protect him. Facing an enemy it could not contend with, it had made a decision to stand between itself and Yeats. Between the rocks, a towering ice wall formed.
Yeats's pupils shrank, and he saw the guardian beast Snow Leopard looking back.
The eyes flickered with nostalgia... and expectation.
"Protect it, Yeats."
Yeats heard the guardian beast snow leopard whispering instructions.
The emotions coming from the Demon Pet Plane were about to boil. Yeats firmly restrained the Snow Leopard's will and prevented it from rushing into the battlefield.
The standing ice wall completely blocked the line of sight. Yeats put his hand firmly on Gray's stiff shoulders, a heroic white light surged in his palm, and shouted: "Go to the Black Knight's chessboard!"
< br>Gray just came back to her senses, gritted her teeth, controlled the reins of the sled, and said, "No, Yeats, they are afraid!"
Three sled dogs squatted on the ground and shivered.
Yeats took a deep breath, and with the magic of inspiring music in his voice, he said in a loud voice:
"If you keep the green hills, you won't be afraid of running out of firewood!!"
Suddenly. .
The three sled dogs pricked their ears and pulled the sled away at full speed.
"The thread spun by fate has already set the day of judgment."
Lemil's lion eyes were emotionless, floating under the sky, and said coldly:
"You wait All resistance is in vain.”
The guardian beast Snow Leopard roared and jumped towards Lemuel in the sky.
The sky stirred up a huge whirlpool, and the pale thunder that annihilated the breath rolled in the whirlpool.
Suddenly, the thick thunder pillar roared down and swallowed the snow leopard!
Its figure gradually disappeared in the white lightning.
The silver-haired boy looked back amid the roar, his pupils trembling, and the last whisper of the snow leopard came to his ears.
"Val...Hala..."
The aftermath of the thunder pillar impacted the ice wall, instantly destroying it.
After thunder and lightning briefly ignited the sky into daylight, the boundless darkness and the howling wind and snow enveloped Yeats and Gray.
The sled moved quickly through the darkness, and Lemuel seemed to have given up chasing Yeats and his party.
Yeats knew in his heart that this was not realistic. When she completely swallowed the divinity of the Winter Goddess, he and Gray would not be able to escape their doom.
The eyes of the silver-haired boy flickered, and countless pairs of green eyes seemed to open in the dark wilderness. When Yeats looked away, those prying eyes disappeared into the darkness.
"Yeats..." Gray's voice was the only thing she could trust in the cold wind. She asked quietly, "What is Valhalla...?"
"Valhalla...the paradise where the heroic spirits who died in the battle went..."
Yeats sniffed and said hoarsely:
"There are countless Mead and meat...the heroic spirits kept fighting...until the fateful day..."
Yeats received no response, looked around, and found that he was standing in boundless darkness.
"Grey?" Yeats asked nervously.
The wind, snow, lightning and thunder all stopped, as if only Yeats and this dark world were left in the world.
Gradually, in the dark world, a vast Gobi desert appeared.
On the Gobi Desert, weeds are swaying, stones are scattered, and the lone moon hangs high, reflecting the dead and cold world.
The silver-haired boy stood on the empty and lonely Gobi Desert, looking up at the huge disk-like moon in the sky. Even the craters were clearly visible.
"You have entered Lemuel's divine realm!"
Yeats remembered the description of the realm of souls, where souls would fight each other, and the souls of the defeated would become nourishment for the victors.
This is more terrifying than death.
After the physical body dies, there is still the possibility of resurrection. If the soul dies, only eternal night remains.
Every extraordinary person has his own soul realm, and the tree of life grows in the soul realm.
Compared to the seven-ring holy realm, the soul realm of the first ring is like a drop of water in the ocean, falling into it cannot make a single wave.
In the soul realm, you can't even summon a familiar to fight together, you can only rely on your own strength.
Yeats took a deep breath and thought about all the forces that could help.
I also have a brooch belonging to the goddess of art, but this brooch can only provide one protection. The King of the Wild Hunt is both friend and foe. Calling his divine name doesn’t know if it will work, but at least you can give it a try.
How to escape from Remiel’s divine realm?
While Yeats was racking his brains, a wolf-shaped soul beast slowly walked out of the thick shadows of the Gobi Desert.
The soul beast is the embodiment of the soul, just like the shadow beast living in the shadow plane, the soul beast lives in the realm of the soul.
Lemiel doesn’t even need to take action personally, the army of soul beasts in his soul realm can crush Yeats into dust!
Suddenly.
This wolf-shaped soul beast rushed towards Yeats.
Yeats's eyes changed, and he subconsciously threw out a jab, hitting the soul beast's head, and immediately followed the puncher.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
This ring of soul beasts was defeated, and Yeats felt that his soul power had gained a little strength.
Three more soul beasts came out. Yeats drew out the spiritual shield sword from his waist and used skilled swordsmanship and bronze slashing to defeat them one by one.
The soul power has reached its bottleneck, and it is only one breath away from being promoted to the second level!
Yeats's heart felt cold... Lemuel might just think that the soul of a second-ring transcendent is more valuable than one!
Roar!
The roar of the second-ring soul beast sounded in the darkness. This was a soul beast in the form of a tiger, swooping over.
Yeats released the Flash Technique, attached a poisonous blade to the sword body in the bright light, and slashed across the chest of the tiger-shaped soul beast.
Bah!
The soul beast dissipates.
The battle in the Soul Realm is never-ending.
Yeats looked around at the three wolf-shaped soul beasts that came out of the darkness. They exuded a second-ring aura and were difficult to kill even if they exhausted all their strength.
A sense of frustration arose in Yeats's heart.
No matter how many soul beasts are killed, stronger soul beasts will appear. It is impossible to leave this soul realm, and struggling is in vain...
However, in Yeats' mind, the scene of the guardian beast Snow Leopard rushing towards Remiel suddenly flashed across his mind.
Is it really in vain... Yeats's fists slowly clenched... No, the dying struggle is not meaningless, the meaning lies in the struggle.
Crack!
Yeats's eyes flashed, and he formed a Wild Hunting Lock in his hand, and three chains split from the end, tightly wrapping around the necks of the three wolf-shaped soul beasts!
"Kill a few more soul beasts before I die, at least it will prove that I have been here before!" Yeats' eyes were burning.
Yeats adjusted his breathing with the 'returning breath' combat skill, and the sword blade pierced the forehead of a soul beast.
The connection movements were like a wave, and he slashed with his backhand, destroying another soul beast. Only the last soul beast was left to tear into Yeats's chest. The severe pain in his soul made Yeats grit his teeth in pain.
Yeats used his wounded body to defeat the last two-ringed soul beast.
The turbulent soul power poured into his body. Yeats was covered in blood and stood alone on the Gobi. The tree of life suddenly opened its second ring!
It has only been two short months since the last promotion, and the Circle of Life has broken through again at an astonishing speed!
Yeats could not be happy.
The figure that emerged from the shadows was no longer a three-ringed soul beast, but a seven-ringed sacred creature——
Lemiel stared coldly at him with his emotionless lion eyes. Looking at Yeats, he said:
“I have been observing you since just now.”
Yeats looked at Lemuel with relief and said: “Why?”
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"The thread spun by the spinning wheel of destiny determines everyone's destiny, from the past to the future, from the coming of God to the end of God."
Lemuel said: "However, I cannot get out of the thread. I saw your future...so..."
"You must stay here forever, and your destiny cannot be blasphemed."
The words fell.
Lemuel's eyes bloomed with blood-red light. As an apostle in charge of illusions and soul power, Lemuel can directly obliterate existence from the soul level!
A tingling sensation like a tide surged into Yeats's brain, and the coolness from the depths of his soul continued to alleviate the severe pain.
Yeats was surprised to find that the panel seemed to be able to mitigate the attack from the soul.
Even so, there is no way to escape from here!
At this time.
Yeats received a text message.
Suddenly, Yeats's pupils shrank to a point.
This voice was very familiar to Yeats, it was the voice of the King of the Wild Hunt.
The key thing is that he uses a language that Yeats is extremely familiar with!
It’s not Golden Lion, nor is it Northern Territory.
The articulation is as clear as first-level Mandarin.
It turned out to be the hometown dialect, familiar [Chinese]!
"Are you still alive?"
Yeats felt indescribable shock in his heart.
It was like grasping the last straw, and I was so moved that I felt like I saw a fellow villager.
Brother, it turns out you can speak Chinese!
Lemuel's eyes flickered, seeming a little surprised that Yeats could persist for so long.
See you.
The silver-haired boy took out a card with a silver luster.
The silver disk-like moon hangs high over the Gobi Desert.
Yeats held the moon-calling talisman between his two fingers, raised it toward the sky, and called with a short message.
"Father, save me!"
Lemil looked up at the sky with a serious face.
The bright moon is like a mirror, hanging high in the grassland, reflecting thousands of years.
The moon is like a silver plate, with cracks appearing, like a broken mirror - the black-armored knight rides on the eight-legged horse, breaks through the moon, and breaks into the realm! !
A line of blood-red text appeared directly below Yeats's field of vision.
"Lemuel's divine realm has been invaded by the 'King of the Wild Hunt'!!"
(End of this chapter)