above the ring

Chapter 38 Destined Death

"Whoo~"

In the dim light, in the underground abyss, the breeze suddenly blows up, carrying a sticky and slippery smell, as well as sad emotions.

That breeze lifted Lear and let him float to the ground.

When he floated to the ground, Lear thought a lot.

Up to now, he has not had much knowledge and thinking about the origin of the junction and the power of the rules of various outer gods.

Even though he found that his body seemed to be able to fight against certain specific energies and nullify these forces in the experiment with Su Lian, Lear was still unclear whether there was an upper limit for this nullification and how many rules it applied to.

And what is the original power of the junction?He still doesn't know.

Because of the lack of this part of knowledge, Lear has always been used to analyzing things themselves and human behavior. However, the junction is not the real earth. Here, the cause and effect of all events, human behavior patterns, and thinking methods They are all subject to certain rules, and this rule can have two interpretations: one is the manipulation of the supreme will, and the other is the illusory fate.

fate
In many literary works and myths and legends, fate is a relatively low-level power, and the gods in charge of fate are some weak gods, all for the purpose of highlighting the meaning of "fate is in one's own hands".

However, in the borderland, is fate really in the hands of the gods?Stronger than Lataen and Marenia, are they all tortured to the point of depression?

Perhaps, these two strongest demigods are not qualified to be the ones in charge of destiny, so what about Malika?Going further, what about the supreme will of the golden tree?

Is it really the kind of god who can control his own destiny?

It's ridiculous, when the power of all the worlds in the universe is absorbed by the golden tree, can he still live?

Of course, tiny beings can't see that day, so it doesn't seem to be of much use to think about it.

Just like the current Lear, lying comfortably in the pool of the underground cave, he is like a mayfly, stranded in the water, pretending to be a dead body, waiting for the dick above to climb down by himself.

Turning your head to both sides, you can see the thick black thorns extending out, and you can also hear some unique rhythms from the sound of water droplets in the underground cave.

That is a power of rules.

Lear probably knew it well.

He didn't want to be the one who broke his destiny at all, but he also didn't want to be the passer-by who followed the crowd.

He only needs to use his limited life to bring a small change in the fate of the people within a limited range, and that's enough.

Even in the game, the final choice for the border land is in the hands of the fader.

However, there are always people who are unwilling to make changes.

Just like now, Lear does not have the ability to predict the future, and this obviously unusual underground breeze is not what he can predict. Of course, Lear is not afraid of death, or the reason why he doesn't care about death is also very simple—— He is betting that he can be resurrected.

Of course, he didn't gamble that he would be resurrected, but he waited for this breeze that could support him.

It is hard to say that this is not the power of a certain god.

Just now I said something about the God of Storms.

In the current junction, there are many eyes staring at him. Melina counts as one, and the two fingers manipulating blessings count as one. It is estimated that the witch Lani who lives in the corner of the junction can also be counted as one. The ones in the same camp, um, refer to the camp on Lear’s side, at least so far, it seems that’s the case.

Even if it is the creation of "Silver Dawn", they will not ask more questions even if they know about it. Of course, if the matter of Lear's uproar is exposed, it will be another matter.

If he wanted to mention it again, who else would stare at him, Lear felt that it was Sir Baizhi.

He does not belong to the same camp as those mentioned above. Although he is the leader of the round table hall on the surface, in fact, he only uses the round table hall as a tool, and he will do anything to achieve his goals. possible things.

Bai Ernan's eyes and ears are all over the entire junction, except for the secret envoys and omen hunters who focus on fighting, and maybe even some seemingly insignificant demihumans or ordinary immortals, they are all his people, he is like He is the most loyal intelligence officer, constantly collecting information from all over the border, and seems to be secretly planning something.

In fact, Lear has always felt that Bai Ernan, that is, Sir Bai Zhi, stands behind the original king Ge Fulei, and in the process of assisting Ge Fulei, he will also fulfill his wish-listen to All the secrets, and merge all the mysteries.

Lear respected this elder quite a bit, and the path he took was unprecedented, as can be seen from the fact that he had learned almost all the spells of the demigods in the borderlands.

In Lear's imagination, Sir Baizhi wanted all possible gods to co-exist in the borderland, and each contribute some rules that are beneficial to the borderland, and then integrate and operate these rules, under the leadership of a wise king Come on, let the border land live a good life.

Well, the "good day" in Bai Ernan's own imagination.

Lear didn't comment on Bai Ernan's past and ideals. Even before the final meeting with Elden's Circle of Law, this old guy blocked the progress of the Faded One, and said something like "Gods can't be killed" shit
Can't kill?Laugh, as long as you dare to show your health bar.

My buddy is also a time traveler after all, he has no idea who will take over those porcelain jobs with confidence.

Suddenly, the creaking sound of pedaling on the wooden board was approaching.

Eh?That dick is down?Grandma, Roger, you are a big liar with a good face, my buddy believed you wrongly, today this buddy is here to watch you die!
Roger came down, and the sound of boots stepping on the water was particularly eerie in the huge and empty underground cave.

He didn't lean towards Lear at all, and he didn't even realize that Lear was propping his head on one arm, lying on his side in the puddle, staring at him with wide eyes.

Although the light in the underground cave is indeed quite dim, it is not impossible to see a living person as big as him.

It could only be that this dick's attention was distracted to another place.

There is only one possibility that can attract his attention.

That giant octopus face.

Standing at the same level as the face of the giant octopus, the feeling may not be very deep, but climbing up the ladder, halfway through the climb, looking back from midair
You will see this scene: In the dim light, a pair of huge empty eyes without eyeballs are staring at the person above. There is a hook on the big face plate, which looks like an anthropomorphic Cthulhu Under the big face of the octopus, there are black thorns with tree roots extending in all directions. Those thorns are like the tentacles of an octopus.

Yes, those black thorns are alive, and Lear has already checked them.

Then Roger's death method was not pierced by rotten tree roots, but directly pierced by black thorns. As for why the black thorns did not move when the fader arrived in the game, there may be other reasons. .

That's why he turned over, ready to see how Roger would die.

Fortunately, he was still worried about the other party before, which was a waste of emotion.

Roger leaned towards the big-faced plate, ignoring Lear who was on the side. He was whispering something in his mouth, but Lear was far away and couldn't hear clearly.

Suddenly, the underground cave began to vibrate, as if something terrible was about to appear!

"what--!"

Suddenly, an extremely thick black thorn pierced Roger's chest from behind. That thorn scattered many small thorns, and it was a jab around Roger's legs and lower body. .
"Good guy. Even his life is ruined."

The scene was very bloody and very scary.

Lear felt a chill down below, and quickly stood up, guarding against the black thorns around him.

The tragic howling sounded for most of the day. The wounds pierced by those thorns were not big, and the amount of bleeding was not much, but they were deeply embedded in the opponent's flesh, and they did not absorb the nutrients of the opponent's body, just hanging him like this His life tortured him.

Anyway, after seeing this scene, most of Lear's resentment towards Roger disappeared. Although he couldn't say he was forgiven, he couldn't bear to mock him anymore after seeing the other party's miserable state.

Then try another way.

"Heaven is on the left, warriors are on the right. You really chose the right. You are truly a descendant of warriors, Roger!"

".Lee Er. Help——!"

"Hey, buddy, you should have figured it out when you embrace death, and you will definitely die a bad death in the end. Oh, by the way, you are still conscious, how about I tell you another story?"

Lear walked to Roger's side, looked at his incomparable pain, and spoke words of comfort in a sad tone.

"Let me tell you a story, maybe the story can make you feel less pain."

"help me"

"The story goes like this. There used to be a Tie Hanhan named Lionel who fell in love with a sleeping girl. He liked her hug very much, so he went there every day and every night. The sleeping girl also liked it very much. The warmth of the other party’s body, what she wants is such a vigorous man, so every time Lionel hugs her, she will get compliments from the girl, and she always says, ‘Oh, fearless Lionel, how can you It's so warm'."

"No, don't. Let's talk. Save, save——!"

"Tiehanhan Lionel thinks that girls like him because he is very warm, because he is very fat, no girls like him, only this girl likes him, so all he has in his mind is to make himself warmer Thoughts. But over time, when all the energy in his body is absorbed, he will no longer be warm. In order to keep warming his beloved dead sleeping girl, he made a decision."

Lear paused here for a moment, and with a "bass" of his right hand, a golden flame was ignited, then he raised it slightly, and looked at Roger through the flame.

"After embracing the girl for the last time, Lionel burned himself to death. He wanted to warm the girl forever, and the girl gladly accepted what remained after the other party burned herself in pain and despair. The sad and "fearless" soul treasured him in his heart, and left the one-piece dress he wore every time he hugged him in place, side by side with Lionel's clothes.

"The reason why I tell this story is very simple. I just want to tell you a very simple truth. Being a dog licker is not worth it. If you lick it to the end, you will get nothing."

As soon as Lear finished speaking, Roger's body turned into wisps of golden light, which dissipated on the raised black thorn.

This is Roger, doomed to die.

"I don't know if he heard my last advice."

The thick black thorn was about to move, and it tended to move towards Lear.

"Hehe, poor little thing, you just made a 'but cave', and now you still want to drill into me, don't you! Shame on you!"

Lear would not be used to this thing, he just threw a bunch of small flames over it, and the flames would burn directly when they encountered thorns, even if the thorns fell into the pool below, they would also burn in the water.

Bumping fire is a destructive fire that will burn out all living beings in the world. What it ignites is never combustible or inflammable. What it ignites is the power hidden in all things, which more or less represents life.

And death, the power born from death, is it not a form of life?
The black thorns were ignited by the fire, and the bright silver light bloomed, which made Lear a little strange. He felt as if he had found some strange secret.

It seems that the flame of this color can be used to do something!

So, Lear withdrew the fire, let the black thorn break off by itself, and gradually extinguished.

Lear stepped forward again, and the black thorns made way for him.

"Oh, are you scared?"

Lear laughed, then closed one eye by himself, and slowly opened it following the next words.

"Don't worry, since you all represent the power of death, then I, too, will send you a doomed death."

At that moment, the light from the golden pupil of the single eye was so dazzling that it seemed to illuminate the entire underground cave.

Well, speaking my wife's lines, doing my wife's business, leaving my wife with nothing to say and nothing to do!
can only love me.

After clapping his hands, Lear withdrew his golden eyes, stopped his childish role-playing game, got a talisman item called "Dead Prince's Abscess" from the all-black corpse next to the big face, and cast Burn it up and burn it up.

Well-deserved of its reputation, this thing has become a prop that can be put into the mind space and can be burned. Lear feels more and more that his decision to obtain the fire is too wise.

The source is taken away and ignited, and these black thorns no longer have much movement.

Following the light of the cold torch, Lear walked towards the other end of the cave.

This is an underground hall. There are many corpses lying here and there. Some corpses have broken bones, and some corpses are missing arms and legs.

Probably Greg picked up the remaining people by picking up limbs, and some of them were thrown down directly.

Lear saw a large brass-colored axe.

It was the Stormhawk that Nefeli had lost.

The shaking of the ground has not yet completely ended, and the real venue for the rotten roots in memory is in this hall-like place.

There are rotten roots on the surrounding walls, and black thorns are all over the surroundings.

The death that can be seen everywhere in Stonewell City provides the black thorns underground with the energy to grow. Death birth, as long as there are enough deaths, terrifying power can be born.

Lear walked over and picked up the Stormhawk Ax beside the black thorns.

Suddenly, a huge tree root monster appeared from behind Lear, and its huge body quickly smashed down!

Hearing the movement behind him, Lear gripped the handle of the ax tightly, imitating Nefeli's movements, turning his body backward 180 degrees, and using the force of the swing, he slashed out the Stormhawk Ax in his hand!

This ax, wrapped in the power of wind and thunder, chopped off the pointed end of the tree root that the monster hit, and the black blood sprayed out, and the monster curled up back in pain.

Taking advantage of this gap, Lear unhurriedly took the shield behind his back to his left hand, and waited for the monster to make a comeback, and once again smashed down with all its strength with its body tilted downward.
Bottom-up, vigorously move out with a wave of hands!

"Dangdang!"

Deflection block!

This is another technique for rebounding, and it can only be used when the coverage of the opponent's weapon is larger than the weapon used for rebounding.Instead of completely rebounding or removing the force of the opponent's weapon, it is better to cover the face with a point, and by blocking one side of the huge weapon, the opponent's overall force will be shifted, causing the weapon's attack direction to be deflected.

This technique is actually more practical than formal rebounding, especially when facing rotten tree roots, the attack methods are blunt objects smashing the ground and swinging attacks similar to wooden sticks, and the coverage is also very wide. Large direct bounces, deflected parries require less force and are more free.

Lear didn't want to stun the rotten tree root. This guy's toughness is quite high, and he can't be stunned without three or four bounces.

After all, it is a big monster, and it is not a humanoid monster.

On top of that, this rotting root is very durable, and the damage of the finisher is actually no better than the feedback given by a straight cut.

Of course, the most important thing is that the Storm Hawk Ax that fell below gave Lear a very special feeling.
Lear felt the power of wind and thunder from this weapon.

Inspired, an eagle cry came from above his head.

Now that you have a weapon at your fingertips, after blocking the opponent's attack, just slash it and it's over!

Lear, who picked up the axe, immediately turned into a berserker, and slashed over with each axe, giving full play to his strength and strength. Even if he held the ax with one hand, he could feel like holding the ax with both hands.

Whenever the tree root wanted to fight back, it was often a deflected block that flicked its attack, and then Lear swung the ax round like a storm.

The rotten tree roots couldn't take it anymore, and golden light came out from all over their bodies. When they saw the right moment, the front end of the tree roots turned into a huge mouth, hooking Lear directly, and then the golden light flickered all over his body, and a wave of golden nuclear explosions followed the opportunity. open!

However, Lear acted like a normal person, chopping down the rotten tree root with an axe. While pruning its branches, he cut out the black and red tumor fluid on its body, and cut it into pieces for the other party along the way. for several paragraphs.

He muttered in his mouth: "Remove the rotten skin and plant lesions, and the inside is the sweet and juicy real fruit."

The rotten tree roots refused to accept. Seeing that Lear had no intention of hiding at all, golden light erupted again, but the man in front of him was still chopping persistently, and the golden light still did not cause any harm to him.

Finally, after the third eruption, the roots of the tree withered completely, lying on the ground helplessly.

When the blood volume bottomed out, it turned into bursts of fly ash and drifted away.

The huge fruit that Lear wanted did not appear, but turned into a small golden tree seed.

"Oh, let's get to the bottom of it. It's a pity, I can't eat it."

There was a sound of hawks, and Tingne flew down the big ramp, over many collapsed and broken stone statues, and flew into the underground hall, followed by the Knight of Dawn, Ogilvy.

Yes, now Ogilvy has started calling herself the Knight of the Dawn, of course, only in front of Lear.

This is a good thing, and it shows that the Knights of Stonewell are undergoing a transformation.

Homelessness turning into dawn is, after all, a cause for celebration.

"you are"

"This is the source of the black thorns in Stonewell City. Do you see the collapsed scaffolding above? It used to be a place for some kind of sacrifice."

"no."

"Do you know where this is?"

"This is the last garrison of the Windscrew Legion. Without the assistance of the Storm Eagle, they are making the last resistance. That is the last strategy of the legion leader. Therefore, after the final battle, the leader died, and the Flying Eagle was also renamed as Falling Eagle, and that once invincible legion has become a slave of the Golden Tree."

Ogilvy's mood was a little depressed, and her voice was even deeper.

"It's okay, it's over." Lear took Ogilvy's hand.

His original intention was to comfort the female knight who was in a bad mood, but the hand in the silver armor gauntlet was a circle bigger than Lear's hand, so Ogilvy was holding her hand behind her. Lear is gone.

Of course, the girl didn't care, and Lear couldn't care less.

"Speaking of which, why is the Flying Eagle Legion guarding the ground, isn't it good to guard the sky?"

"Although the Storm Eagles are powerful individually, the Golden Tree's air-to-air combat capability was terrible at that time. They drove a large number of flying hybrids to participate in the war as slave legions. The number of them was much larger than that of the Storm Eagles. They all armed Simple bows and crossbows, although not very powerful, but the huge number can restrain the attack of the Storm Eagles. The most important reason is the remains of the Storm God, which once stopped here."

"Ah? No, why are the remains of the God of Storms left in Stonewell?"

"I am also very puzzled, but the fact of the year is like this. The Prime Minister defeated the Storm King, and his army also broke through the underground of Stonewell City. He also got the remains of the gods, and sank the remains without a trace of divine power into the vast In the sea."

"If you say that, there is a reason for that small abscess to grow into such a huge face. It may not be the divine power of the previous generation of gods, but the power of the gods must have had a catalytic effect. And Gregor's limb-grabbing provided fresh death power here. No wonder, no wonder I fell from the top and there would be wind, no wonder I picked up Neferi's ax and could still dance with the power of wind even when my faith was insufficient. .”

"you"

"It's nothing, I'll just say it like this, and you just listen to it. You lead people to guard the way up and down, and keep this place as it is. When I come back from my work, I will be here, in this hall, to hold the first meeting. the Argent Dawn Conference,"

"Yes."

"There will be a lot of other people involved at that time, you prepare in advance, we will come in from the back path."

"it is good."

"Well, by the way, have you found the cave I mentioned?"

"I found it. According to your instructions, we originally intended to camp in the ruins far away. However, there are soul callers everywhere in the ruins there. Our whereabouts are not easy to hide, and it is easy to be targeted by ghosts. So, I let the two little eagles watch over there, and the Homeless Dawn Knight led a group of soldiers to station near the Elis Church, and if there is any movement there, we will go there immediately.” (Note 1)

"Well, well done, you have a heart."

"This is what I should do."

Ogilvy lowered her head slightly, and suddenly felt the warm power coming from ahead.

A cluster of golden flames bloomed in Lear's hands.

"Well, to match our silver dawn, it should be changed to a bright silver flame."

As soon as Lear finished speaking, the color of the flame gradually changed, turning into a warm bright silver.

It was the silver of dawn.

Under the helmet, Ogilvy quietly stared at the bright silver flame, and she seemed to see endless stars in it.

Also, the throbbing of the soul.

"I will put a wall of fire here. I want to see which thorns dare to extend over here. But you should go back quickly. If I am not here, you must not come down. The power of death is too strong here, and this flame may not be safe. "

"Yes, Captain!"

"Oh, new name~"

"Um"

PS: Deleted, deleted, modified, still nearly [-] words, originally thought to post it in the morning, but when I woke up, I always felt that some sentences were not satisfactory, so I waited until now to post it.
I don’t ask for recommendations today, I just ask for collections, your collections are the biggest motivation for my writing~
Note 1: Soul callers, I refer to those monsters kneeling on the ground and ringing bells in the ruins by the lake, but I don’t know their specific titles, if anyone knows, please let me know, and I will correct it in time .

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