Returning from the abyss

Chapter 1272 Jun Ying, the End of Annihilation

The figure of the hanger-on came from afar, chasing the remaining breath, and all the battles outside had almost calmed down. In today's environment, those who are still alive have a certain strength, but without the ability to use magic, they can't hold on for too long.

The arrival of the mourners undoubtedly accelerated their death.

"This is the answer..."

Standing on the upper floor of the tower, Jun Ying looked at the approaching monster below, thoughtfully.

"No wonder the Death Star had the most occultists at that time. It turns out they have a way to avoid the negative effects of the first type of occult."

Using the first type of secret technique means completely releasing the soul pollution in the body and directly turning into a polluted monster. But based on the current situation, the petitioner should be able to rely on a strong enough soul to let the soul share most of the pollution and avoid his soul being unable to return to the distribution center.

Jun Ying, who had not reached this stage, naturally did not know about this kind of thing. The petitioners she killed either died too quickly or their spirits were not strong enough, so they did not have the chance to use this trick.

“Jun Ying…Jun Ying!!”

A roar that pierced through space emanated from the hangman's cranial cavity, and the people who heard the sound died of exhaustion and fell into the capture of the centrifugal tower.

Jingshen floated behind the hanger and followed him to the front of the Spear of God Killer. He looked down at his feet with some regret. This planet was not destroyed by his doomsday, but by another force.

"There are fewer and fewer places where we can stand now, but... surviving in space is not difficult for me." Jingshen said leisurely, "She uses this method to force you to show up, and you can't refuse unless you return from the state of a hanger."

At this moment, Jingshen suddenly saw the magical glow appearing on the top of the tower. Under the rules completely set by Junying, the magic was undoubtedly full of magical power.

"Don't even think about starting it!"

A sharp howl suddenly rang out from inside the tower, and even the surrounding magic order was slightly disturbed by the howl. The monster took a step forward, spitting out paper figures with human heads, which rushed madly towards the Spear of God Killing, detonated themselves, and filled the surroundings of the tower with exhausted power.

"Kukash, you still retain consciousness. People like you probably can't bear to immerse your soul in the first type of secret art." Jun Ying found that the spells he had gathered were quickly dissipated under the power of exhaustion. He also knew that the soul pollution explosion effect produced by this first type of secret art was not something that ordinary magic could resist.

"What do you think the first type of secret technique is?" Kukash asked the "Hanger" to continue walking towards the tower. "That is a power that even the distribution center is afraid of! When I release it, what right do you have to fight me? You have already given up the grace bestowed on you by my Lord!"

"The Death Star is dead. What you are calling out for now is just an echo it left in the cracks of space. Even if I call out, I will get a response." Jun Ying shook his head gently, "Only people like you can get these things that have been thrown into the ruins of history by the times, and still be complacent here."

"what!"

The hanger suddenly opened his arms wrapped in white cloth and hugged the lower layer of the Spear of God Slayer. The strong pollution immediately began to erode the defensive magic outside the tower. Although the defense was still solid, it began to become thinner visibly.

"Since you have built such a tomb for yourself, I will turn this place into your mourning hall!"

"It seems that even if you rely on the blessing of the Death Star to avoid certain soul pollution, you still have to bear some of it." Jun Ying nodded slightly and pointed his finger at the hanger-on on the tower, "Mechanized weapons."

A bright blue blast instantly blasted down, directly hitting the four-leaf clover-shaped head of the hanger. The speed of the blast was so fast that even the depletion effect around the hanger was unable to eliminate it in time.

But a large number of white cloth strips immediately spread out from the mourner's body, and then tore themselves apart, dispersing the force of the bombardment. Jun Ying didn't care and continued to fire. The attack of the mechanized weapon was fired like a machine gun. The brutal suppression force forced the mourner to quickly separate the white cloth, but he couldn't keep up with the speed of the bombardment.

"She is draining your power." Jingshen suddenly reminded.

"how……"

The hangman tilted his face behind him and found that the white cloth that had been torn off his body was also dragged into the rotation by the Spear of God-Slayer. It didn't care what was involved at all, as any form of energy could be transformed into separated particles.

"damn it!"

The hanger found that it was impossible to climb all the way to the top of the tower under the bombardment, so it could only let go of the Spear of God Killer. It didn't even dare to launch any long-range attacks, because these attacks would surely be completely transformed into energy absorbed by the Spear of God Killer.

As for the attack released by Jun Ying... I'm afraid it doesn't require much stored power at all.

Although the Hanging Guest has the ability to corrode an entire world, this takes time. If Jun Ying really uses this power used to kill gods on the Hanging Guest, he can also directly destroy the Hanging Guest.

After it floated back for a distance, it slowly began to retract its four-leaf clover-shaped head.

Kukash forced himself to calm down. The pollution of his soul made his thoughts more and more confused. He also needed to retain some thinking ability so that he could get out of the state of being a hangman at any time.

It probably won’t be long before Jun Ying destroys the world, but this also has its advantages, as the part he needs to erode will be even less, as long as he can take away the authority of this part.

As he was thinking, the hangman stretched out some strips of cloth, trying to get his hands on the remaining parts of the planet.

But at some point, these strips of cloth had been stained blood red.

"Well?"

The hanger guest sensed an abnormal power in his body. Although this power was small, it began to affect the performance of some of its abilities as the hanger guest was weakened again and again by Jun Ying.

At the same time, Jun Ying gently waved his hand.

"It's time to wake up."

With this call, the coffin-like body of the hanger suddenly exploded, and a person wrapped in blood-red light rushed out from inside, and entered a window opened in the middle layer of the Spear of God Killing without any hindrance. After the hanger suffered this sudden heavy blow, his breath suddenly weakened.

Jun Ying immediately shook his head, and the appetizer of the first type of secret technique ended here.

"Mirror language, shape and meaning fugue." On the high tower, surging magic power spread out with a roar. When the magic power swept around, the originally hidden particles began to emit light. Each particle was stably captured in a space extending from the Spear of God Slayer. Now that the planet was almost completely collapsed, a kind of beauty of destruction was formed. Pieces of "particle layers" with countless gradient colors surrounded the Spear of God Slayer in a circle.

The hangman stood in the air, and the exhaustion and death around it were forced to take shape. Pale starlight floated around it, and the hangman's movements became more and more impatient. The monster's instinct made it eager to eliminate the biggest threat.

"Delirium, a moment of subtlety."

Between Jun Ying's fingers, it seemed as if gears slid backwards quickly.

The movement of the mourner suddenly stopped, and then the white wrapped around his body and the red in his mouth lost their colors, turned into ashes and began to disperse. A soul quickly drilled out of the mourner's body and entered Jingshen's body.

"Why? Why don't you continue to maintain your form? She has accelerated your consumption, but in that state, you can still maintain it to the bottom of the tower."

"No, no!" Kukash hurriedly took control of his body. "Haven't you already strayed from the path of our Lord? Why are you still practicing the secret arts to this extent?"

Jun Ying was not going to explain anything to Kukash. She stood on the top of the tower and looked at the planet below. The surface of the earth had almost completely collapsed, and the bedrock that had been deposited for a long time in history was also breaking apart. Even the activated part of the planet's core began to sway, trying to struggle out of this inevitable fate of destruction.

"There's still some time, Kukash, why don't you let me see what new tricks you have?" Jun Ying asked.

"Jingshen! She is planning to kill you and me..."

"Kukash, I'm curious about what she wants to do. You can tell me how you want me to help you, but you can't let me think of this solution." Jingshen said nonchalantly, "So what if I'm killed? Death means nothing to me."

“Well then!” Kukash knew that these creatures called gods had completely different views on life and death than humans. He was not prepared to argue with Jingshen here, but immediately expressed his expectations, “Transfer the power of the Godhead to me! We must use the power of Doomsday to deal with her!”

Jingshen immediately called out the remaining divine species, and Kukash immediately surrounded himself with these divine species.

"God Jing, Jun Ying can really make you disappear forever. It's different from any death you've ever experienced, and it's also different from the death of someone you look down upon." Kukash cast a new spell, "You must help me..."

"You are able to use magic now because I am helping you. Her rules cannot surpass my rules. This is the iron law of creation." Jingshen said slowly, "Of course, I can feel your anxiety. I roughly know what's going on."

Instead of using secret techniques, Kukash performed a ritual.

"O slaughtered people, open your eyes again with hatred, and cast the fire of revenge on the tower before my eyes..."

He was very familiar with using emotions like resentment, and during his travels, he had planted seeds in the hearts of many people he came into contact with, asking them to spread the word. Even if Shenghui City was not affected too much, places outside Shenghui City would be more or less polluted by this negative emotion preaching.

At this point, all these people died because of Jun Ying, forming a sufficient venue for the ceremony. Kukash did not expect this ceremony to directly curse Jun Ying, but these resentments could always have a significant impact on the Spear of God-Slayer.

As long as he breaks through the outer defense of the Spear of God-Slayer, he will directly smash all the doomsday disasters into it.

At the same time, he could also feel that Jingshen was guiding an ultra-long-range attack. The power of that attack was enormous, but because the guiding distance was too far, it would take some time to arrive here.

"My Lord! Please bless me!!"

Kukash added the last chip to himself. The Stairs to the Stars appeared in space, and the holy gate opened behind him. The Death Star immediately responded to the believers' call, and the grace possessed by the petitioner once again strengthened the effect of Kukash's ritual. A large number of curse runes immediately appeared on the outside of the Spear of God Slayer. Resentful faces emerged from those runes, cursing Jun Ying who killed them. The curses they spit out began to dissolve the defensive magic on the outside of the Spear of God Slayer, and Jun Ying finally glanced at it.

"Aisiqi, Delos."

As she spoke, some people appeared behind her. They looked depressed, including Delos, who looked as pale as death. Only Ai Siqi looked cheerful.

"Can we seek revenge on that damned god?"

"Yes, now is the time to end." Jun Ying said softly, "As the last people left on this planet, you have to make your own choice. You can enter the cave in the pot, where the last wreckage is, and spend your life there, without the footsteps of doomsday approaching. You can also choose to become part of the attack of the Spear of God Killing, and together with your compatriots, become part of the killing of the gods."

"Needless to say?" Ai Siqi stood up without hesitation, "We can definitely kill that guy, right!"

Delos pulled Ai Siqi's arm.

"I've known for a long time that our world is doomed! What I hope is that the god will die with us!" Ai Siqi said to Delos with a smile, "But, Delos, you are different. You should go over there. You and I are different."

"I...I know." Delos looked at Ai Siqi with a complicated expression, "But don't turn into one of those vengeful spirits."

“Haha, does he dare?”

Ai Siqi burst into laughter, then walked to the balcony and gestured goodbye to Jun Ying: "Give me a perfect death, Jun Ying!"

"Your energy will penetrate his body and bring death." Jun Ying nodded.

"So, goodbye."

As Ai Siqi jumped down, several other people followed Ai Siqi's footsteps to the balcony and jumped down in silence.

But these people were a minority after all. More people gathered behind Delos. Jun Ying didn't look at them. He just waited until no one jumped down, snapped his fingers, and sent them all to Lewanska's cave in the pot.

"As of now, the natives of Haifa... no longer exist." Jun Ying murmured in a low voice. The strange book floated beside her and opened. With the sound of sticky rolling, a thorny tree was extending from the back of the book. Each of its branches had crystals that looked like half of solidified blood. Among the large number of branches that extended out, only four branches had a dark fruit condensed at the end.

At this time, a new branch was growing. As the centrifugal tower shattered the earth, the last Haifa person died in the high-speed rotation. The scrolling of the pages suddenly stopped, and a brand new fruit condensed on the tip of the new branch.

Red words appeared on the black pages.

[Chapter 9, Verse 14 - Haifa]