The last headhunter

Chapter 56

You won't feel that power flowing to you like you crave it.

On the contrary, it hovers and circles in the space, but fades away from the edge of the world invisibly and intangibly, gradually disappearing.You can feel the loss of that thing, but it is difficult to catch the slightest trace of it.

This is Shadow.It is something recognized by consciousness but difficult to recognize.Just like a dream, your brain keeps some memory of it, but it can never replace it with the reality you are experiencing.

Mysterious and mysterious.Difficult to fathom.Perhaps the essence of shadow is something shrouded in nothingness and forever indescribable.

The boy's heart was relieved instead.When the world in front of him was shattered to the last smear of starry sky, and a little afterglow of cold light scattered on his face, the boy's pursuit was no longer so persistent.Even though he longed for the favor of King Halwara, he hoped for the blessing of the power of shadow, but he realized some truth in the illusory drift like smoke:
It turns out that death and disillusionment are the essence of all truth.

Consciousness gradually sank into darkness.His body felt as if it was torn apart, but it quickly became quiet again.The boy could feel that he was being lifted by some kind of icy object, lifted slowly towards the depths of endless darkness
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Colin Manche still can't explain why he became like this.

He pinched his neck hard, trying to wake up from this nightmare, but only passed through some kind of "shadow".

He even tried to quickly climb to the top of a high-rise building and then leap down, but he went straight through the ground, fell from the sky, and wandered to the original position again.

Any means of attack are ineffective against him, and even the Poison Blade that he is proud of can only coldly cut through the cold air on his body.Not to mention any form of gain, the sulfur powder sprinkled from the potion bottle can't touch the hidden weapon at all, and the fog of shadow that can create clones is completely ineffective.In short, his current state...is a "land of nothingness" that cannot be affected by anything and any state at all!
When he came up with this concept, he seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move.The body instinctively wants to sweat because of fear, but the sweat droplets don't seem to be slipping from the body, but have formed a liquid state in the surface world.At this time, he also realized that all the actions he had just performed, including falling to the ground, sulfur, and fog, had all had a certain impact on the outside world!
A big hole was smashed into the ground, and the air explosion produced by sulfur caused Jiri and Delter to be burned unexpectedly, and the phantom produced by the mist of shadows completely replaced his identity!That feeling is extremely real, as if the imprint that the subconscious mind has continuously engraved in the real world, and a series of chain reactions brought about by this imprint.

Although still unable to figure out the reason behind this mutation, Manqi began to understand that he had been dragged into an abnormal illusion, even though it looked the same as reality, but could not be affected in any way, in a way The state of "non-existence" wanders in the cracks of the world like ghosts.But the frightening thing is that the influence exerted by oneself in such an illusion can be fully reflected in reality, and it is even stronger-what kind of power is this!

Distorting reality, blurring concepts, creating a new realm, and then causing devastating damage in an absolutely safe situation from the new realm. This is simply unimaginable, and it is a realm that has never been described in all classics and skill books!

Although there will be risks. If his identity is replaced by that illusory illusion, and his real body is trapped in this illusion forever, then he will lose all the rights to communicate with others, and wander alone in the afterimage of this world. Vainly ended the remaining life, and even desperately imprisoned in the immortal prison, living like a walking dead in thousands of years of despair.

But, maybe... maybe as long as this war can be won, it doesn't matter what it is.

"What's the matter—is this guy?" Jiri choked on the brimstone fumes.

"It's Munch. Colin Munch. Our leader. I remember."

Although Delter frowned slightly, he remained as calm as ever.

"It's just, it's very strange—a piece of memory has been obviously torn apart. I don't remember why I came to Ao'an Town with you. For what reason...or who did I follow? What kind of purpose did I have? It seems Everything was erased."

"It's just a certain impression in the dark, telling me to do my best to help that boy over there, get out of trouble. His name, his name is—"

"I see, Colin Manche. My memory is clearing up. Sorry, leader—this mess has messed with my mind."

Giri sighed, and immediately followed the direction pointed by Delter, pointing towards the line of defense that was about to collapse.

"I also have that voice in my head that has been talking to me. It told me to rescue those three poor people. I think you are the same. We must hurry up, the priest can't resist for too long-the group of awakened It seems endless!"

Before the words fell, Manqi's phantom disappeared without a trace together with the two exiles.Before they even had time to react, the three of them jumped into the sky, followed by countless dark blades pouring down like a torrential rain.The edge of each dark blade is dyed with an extremely black cursed flame. The black flame flips and connects and soars in the air, like a roaring evil spirit, unleashing endless shadow claws, rushing towards the body of the awakened person overwhelmingly.

At the moment of contact, the mammoth awakened person was cut into countless pieces with precision.The gushing blood covered the sky, and accompanied by the bloody and rancid smell, the shadow flames attached to the corpses began to spread and explode again as if stimulated, and began to explode among the awakened corpses like fireworks. Blast one after another gorgeous blood splendor.In an instant, the sky turned into a terrifying haze of black and red, and the exiles with stern faces constantly swaying black flame fronts, carried out crazily slaughter tirelessly.

Colin Manch finally understood that it was no longer the Jiri and Delter he knew.The three people, including their own phantom, have completely transcended their current realm.The deadly black blade that splits the air in their hands has the terrifying power to devour and destroy everything in the world. They are more like the messengers of a certain god, some kind of killing god who replaced their personality and came to the world.They twirled and jumped among the swarms of Awakened, performing a noble and elegant killing show, a bloody feast that shook the world.

The gods had their representatives.They used to be the founders of Kurster, but after the empire's massive conquest of Kurster caused its vitality to be severely injured, the five agents were completely wiped out on May [-]st.No one knew where they went, and it was never mentioned by anyone again.Perhaps the most impressive impression of these anonymous "Higs believers" to the narrators of history is that, without exception, in their portraits, there is a sharp dead black knife in their hands.

That is not the cursed black flame.It is the ultimate assassination weapon that bites and poisons its prey like a centipede.No matter how much the traitors try to improve the structure of the black flame, they can only make a poor imitation of such a raging twilight.It is also impossible for them to forge the slightest bit about this black knife.

because--

This black knife is exactly the incarnation of Mr. Higgs.

There was a sound in my ear.

"O faithful believer of mine. Look up and look at me."

Your body involuntarily falls to the ground with excitement.You look tremblingly into the distance where the voice came from.At the end of the distance is the sky, and at the end of the sky is him in black.

"That headhunter brought you my legacy, my bells. Make good use of them. Sing forth as disciples of the night before dawn."

"No fear of death, no fear of destruction. Our battles are born for the shadows."

"Dedicate our loyalty to the God of the Night and the Great Black Sword!"

The voices of three different voice lines sounded at the same time, echoing in this space.

Manci smiled.This is the most comfortable and happiest smile he has ever seen since he grew up.

Courage, guts, and wisdom that God-given Higgs brought to that will—

It will be passed on forever.Will bind the will of the three of them forever.

(End of this chapter)