I just covet their strength

Chapter 373 Goodbye Evening Prayer
Even the projection of the God did not anticipate that Westhead would rush towards the time turbulence. The Dragon God's phantom immediately interrupted the ritual that had just begun to be prepared, and began to chase the prey that suddenly turned around.

He fled, He chased him, and he could not escape even if he had wings.

Even though he tried his best, Westhead's speed was still not enough to escape the lock of the god's projection. The fake [Wings of the Abyss] slightly moved its huge body, and a dark blue bomb shot out from its claws, hitting Westhead squarely.

The distance was too close, and there was no time to react or move.

"Bam—"

With a dull echo, Lord Qinghui took a bomb shot by the Dragon God's phantom. The shield on his body was shattered immediately, and the aftermath even penetrated into his internal organs, causing Westhead's throat to feel sweet and he spit out blood.

However, soon, the [Demonic Vein] began to exert its power, and the power of the [Lord of Absolute Extinction] immediately covered the whole body, protecting the man from secondary damage.

Westhead himself laughed and raised his middle finger to the projection of the god:

"You didn't expect this, this is my escape route!"

With the help of the Dragon God's phantom's attack, Westhead finally broke through the blockade of the surrounding area, left the territory of [Wings of the Star Abyss], and rushed into the more bizarre and unpredictable turbulence of time and space.

Even the projection of [Wings of the Star Abyss] did not continue to pursue. The most basic intelligence of this projection chose to give up. It can be seen that the time turbulence is enough to make this existence instinctively fearful.

Now that the target has been lost, the next thing the Dragon God Phantom has to do is to eliminate as many enemies as possible within the limited time of its existence. The Sky Legion has already quickly moved away, and the next to suffer will naturally be the Chaos Demon Army.

The chaotic monsters had no idea what escape was. Even when faced with the phantom of the God of Heaven, they still rushed forward one after another. What greeted them was an extremely ruthless and terrifying nebula explosion. Wherever the phantom of the Dragon God surged, all matter and spirit would be crushed.

The Sky Legion, watching this scene, chose to retreat silently, trying to avoid being affected. The projection of [Wings of the Star Abyss] made everyone's minds clearer. Even the most loyal and fanatical believers of the Holy Tree behaved well and did not dare to look directly at it.

"Our goal has been achieved, and all we have to do now is wait."

The Sky Elders looked very calm, and they seemed to be quite satisfied with the outcome of the battle.

If you think about it carefully, it is indeed true. The Dragon Clan has used up all of their trump cards and no longer poses a threat to the Sky Army. The Chaos Army surrounding the [Scarlet Throne] has also been defeated. In this three-way battle, the Sky Army can be said to have won a great victory.

However, there are still some people who are dissatisfied, and there are quite a few of them.

The Imperial people are still okay, but there are more than just Imperial factions in the expeditionary force. There are even more forces under the command of Lord Qinghui. Their own lord stayed behind to cover the rear and had to enter the dangerous area in embarrassment. This outcome is an extremely serious shame for any warrior of the Qinghui faction.

If it weren't for the link through [Qinghui Manifestation], which could confirm that Lord Qinghui's life was safe, the Qinghui guards would have rushed towards the Dragon God's phantom and launched a suicidal attack at all costs.

"Did Weiss really enter that turbulent flow?"

Leixia looked at the sky and said sadly.

Elder Tianqiong replied, "Without a doubt."

"What's in there?"

"No one knows, but the will of the God Ancestor should exist here. If it is Lord Westhead, it should be fine."

"Should? I don't want a should. What are you going to do next?"

The white-haired dragon lady looked at the canned Sky Elder with disgust and asked.

"wait."

The elders' mechanical voices still did not contain any emotion, and they said calmly:

"Make sure the area around the Crimson Throne is under control, and then wait. It could be a few days, months, years, or even decades. Given the confusion of time, it is impossible to be sure."

"Demi god."

Mivana bit her finger and said, "We must be promoted to demigods. Only in this way can we help Weiss."

As the chief knight of the King of Knights, he was unable to protect his lover from the wind and rain, and instead needed Westhead to sacrifice himself. This was a great shame and humiliation for Myvana. Knowing the shame, she became braver. The wolf-eared girl now only wanted to kill, kill, kill and vent her anger.

Upon hearing this, Leixia also agreed with the other party's decision:
"Then do it as soon as possible. If Weiss doesn't come out, let's rescue him!"

It’s just that the conversation between the two women made others ashamed. No, you can be promoted to demigod just like that. In all these years in the mortal world, there are only a handful of people who can reach the demigod realm. You are really good at it.

Considering the battle record of the silver-haired princess and the knight lady, the desire to complain was suppressed.

On the other side, after Lord Qinghui rushed into the turbulence, he lost consciousness.

As if sinking into the sea, Westhead felt himself being torn apart by the turbulence of time and space, and was hit hard by the dizziness at the first moment. He had originally planned to stay awake to explore the time and space after the turbulence, but this idea was abandoned at the first moment.

Compared to the injuries caused by the Dragon God's phantom, being caught in the turbulence of time and space had a greater impact on Westhead. He couldn't even control his body independently and was drifting in the turbulence.

Westhead panicked for a rare moment, and immediately gave up his reserve and tried to calm down:
"Evensong! Save me!!"

However, his cries for help fell on deaf ears and his evening prayers went unanswered.

The worst case scenario happened. In the turbulence of time and space, the connection between him and the Lord of Extinction was severed.

"This is really bad luck."

This was Westhead's last thought before he lost consciousness.

The memory of fainting is already a very distant thing for Lord Qinghui. Ever since he made great strides on the path of transcendence, he rarely fainted on his own initiative, and his sleep quality has not been so good for a long time.

This time, Westhead had a rare experience of deep sleep. When he regained consciousness, the first thing he felt was a ray of warm sunlight shining in his eyes.

Next comes the restoration of hearing and touch.

The sound of gurgling water and the feel of soft grass?
I also smell the fragrant scent of flowers. It seems that the environment is safe?

Westhead then opened his eyes, and what he saw was a vast blue sky. White clouds were brushing against his cheeks with the gentle breeze, making him feel a little dazed.

But when he wanted to sit up and check his injuries, he discovered a serious problem.

The small wound that opened up the stomach has not healed yet. [Ku Rongyao Yang] what are you doing [Ku Rongyao Yang]!
"My strength. Huh?" Westhead was surprised to find that he had become so weak that the tiles disappeared!
He is now exactly like a mortal who has not embarked on the extraordinary path!
This was not an injury caused by the shadow of the Dragon God. No matter how overbearing the shadow of the God was, it was impossible for him to seal the path of a demigod. He did not follow the path of the dragon, so how could the Dragon God seal his power? !

In other words, is it the influence of space-time turbulence?

After becoming a mortal, Westhead was not too panicked. The reason why the strong are strong is that they are all-round strong and tough. In this world, mental quality is even more important than physical strength. Naturally, Westhead would not be so clownish as to break his defense and scream.

Instead, he climbed up calmly and tried to collect as much information as possible. This was the key.

After walking a few steps forward, Westhead was stunned:
"Where have I gotten myself into? Is this still China?"

What appeared before his eyes was a quiet wilderness. At the foot of the hillside sat an ancient monastery, gently surrounded by a green meadow.

The sun shines through the gauze-like clouds and sprinkles on this emerald green carpet, making the dew on the grass sparkle like diamonds. The breeze blows, and the grass leaves sway gently, as if greeting the passing clouds.

The monastery is surrounded by clear streams, crisscrossing the fields dotted with lavender, and reflecting the blue sky and the monastery on its surface, like a vivid oil painting. The stream sparkles under the sunlight, and occasionally a few fallen leaves gently fall, breaking the tranquility of the water and stirring up circles of tiny ripples.

The monastery's architecture is simple and exquisite, with evergreen vines climbing all over the stone walls. The walls are spotlessly white, and it looks like someone is maintaining them, but it's unlikely that someone is maintaining them.

Surrounded by green land and streams, the monastery seems to have become a fairytale sanctuary, far away from the hustle and bustle of the world. Birds sing happily in the woods, and their songs, accompanied by the music of the stream, add vitality and vigor to this quiet space. Here, time seems to slow down, and the restless mind is purified as never before.

Westhead originally thought that after the turbulence of time and space, there would be an extremely shocking and cruel doomsday battlefield, or a wasteland on the verge of destruction, but he never expected there would be such a pastoral scenery.

He was silent for a moment and walked down the hillside. After approaching the monastery, Westhead found that this magnificent building standing among lavender, blue roses and green grass was quieter than he had imagined. The walls were surrounded by vines and flowers.

There was no sound or movement, and it seemed as if there was no one around.

But this place looks familiar. Have I been here before?
Westhead stood at the gate of the monastery's front yard, stroking his chin in deep thought.

"what!"

Suddenly, a light cry interrupted the man's thoughts. Realizing that there were people around, Westhead immediately looked towards the source of the sound, and then he was stunned.

A white-haired girl was walking out of the monastery carrying a bucket, and she came face to face with him.

Her hair flowed on her shoulders like a waterfall, and every strand of hair sparkled with silver luster, as if it was yarn woven from countless tiny stars.

Her facial features are as delicate as a carefully carved work of art. Every angle is just right, neither soft nor lacking in three-dimensionality. Her beauty is like a pear blossom blooming in the moonlight, pure and otherworldly.

The clear and bright eyes are like two dazzling rubies. They do not have any weird feeling at all. Instead, they reveal the ultimate purity and sweetness, and are embedded with a timeless song.

Her skin is as white as snow and has a light cherry blossom pink hue, like the most gentle petals in spring. Her slightly upturned mouth always has a gentle smile, making people feel warm and kind.

Westhead could not help but murmur: "Evening Prayer."

Although it was somewhat different from the image of the [Lord of Absolute Extinction], this appearance was definitely that of Evening Prayer, and was 100% or even 90% similar to the appearance in memory.

However, the girl who seemed to be praying on the other side did not respond to Westhead. Instead, she tilted her head and made a confused expression:

"Why do you know my name?"

However, this doubt only lasted for a moment, because the white-haired girl had more important things to consider:

"You're injured! You're seriously injured. What happened? Don't move. I'll get you an injection right away!"

After Evening Prayer said this, Westhead realized that his consciousness was a little fuzzy. Blood was flowing from the wound and had already dyed the grass under his feet red.

Being used to pain and injuries, Westhead did not take this injury seriously. However, he never thought that for a mortal, excessive blood loss could be fatal.

"Then please."

He was able to confirm that it was the evening prayer, but he didn't know what fraction of the evening prayer it was, or what aspect of the evening prayer it was.

But since it was an evening prayer, Westhead had no time to suspect or be on guard. He said weakly, "No matter what, just save your life first and don't die here."

The white-haired girl immediately ran back to the monastery and rushed out in a few breaths. She threw the suitcase on the ground, kicked it open with great force, and then took out a tube of injection from it.

"Please lie down. This may be painful. Hold on. You are bleeding too much. It must be stopped immediately. So we can only use the most radical first aid method."

"Is this nano repair fluid?"

Westhead looked at this thing and immediately recognized that it was the high-tech product of the Sky Kingdom, but in fact it was not necessarily from the Sky Kingdom.

In the memory of the Lord of Absolute Extinction, this kind of reagent was used quite often.

Evening Prayer carefully helped Westhead lie down, then solemnly took the injection and gave the man an injection:

"Well, it's not a very good model, so the anesthesia effect will be a little worse. Hang in there."

As the nano-level repair took effect, Westhead's wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. As for the slight pain that came with it, Lord Qinghui simply ignored it. He just let out a long breath and asked Evening Prayer:

"where is this place?"

"what?"

Westhead's eyes were extremely serious: "What is the name of this country?"

Evening Prayer was very confused and said, "Of course it's Xu Li!"

"Don't think about it anymore. You need to rest now. Close your eyes and wait for the medicine to take full effect."

Xu Li?

What year is it tonight?!
Westhead wanted to ask Evening Prayer again. The potion had taken effect immediately. A strong feeling of fatigue came over him, and this body that had lost all its strength could not suppress the physiological reaction.

So Westhead fell asleep again not long after he woke up.

(End of this chapter)