Light Spirit Epic

Chapter 2285 Staggered Destiny Five

Was that hitting the geek? Arthur is not very sure, even though he knows that Bedieville will not be merciless, and slashing people should be fatal. But Arthur had tried to slash the freak before, and the power of the sword was always blocked by the body of the swamps, which often weakened most of them. Bedyville’s sneak attack must have been successful, but to the point where it succeeded, the power of the sword would be weakened by the black gas of that person, which is unknown.

Arthur saw a white figure swaying, it was Bedyville. It seems that Beddyville is also very cautious. As soon as the sword goes down, he will open the distance and continue to chase the opponent, fearing that he will be countered. And the man began to squat on the ground in pain, seemingly hit hard, but roared more angrily:

"hateful--"

"Awful ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!"

Bedyville’s sneak attack did not weaken the geek’s physical strength, but instead angered the guy and made him fight harder. The torrent of darkness rushed from his palms, engulfing Arthur and Hyosung with all the engulfing power.

"No." Fortunately, Hyosung has already returned to the dragon's form at this time, taking advantage of the air to take advantage of the air to avoid the opponent's wave of attack.

"Miscellaneous!" Arthur did not idle, holding the star of Hyosung in one hand to prevent himself from falling from the dragon's back, and the other hand had already used a alchemy glove to pinch a dragon fire ball and flew out. The power of the fireball is huge, and the opponent can't prevent it, so although there is no way to actually cause damage to the stranger, it will also suppress the effect at least in one second and a half seconds.

Snapped! ! The fireball of the sacred fire fell on the black mud that could not be seen clearly. The white flame of the fish belly and the black mud splattered everywhere. The black mud is certainly not a real thing, but it is made up of countless swamp grievances, something similar to virtual matter. Arthur thought of why these swamp grievances would be called swamp grievances. They were tens of thousands of tangled, twisted shapes, exactly the same as the mud in the swamp!

"Wow, super disgusting!" Hyosung was vomiting, patronizing but not helping.

Arthur couldn't help but glance at Hyosung, not blaming anything, but instead focusing on the more powerful Flameball on the left hand, ready to cast to the target on the ground. But those swamp grievances have become more powerful, more and more crazy, a black fierce sky, like the giant hand of sludge, want to touch the sky.

"Stay steady." Hyosung has never attacked since the beginning, because it is necessary to be fully defensive. He also seems to know that the monsters in front of him are not irritating, and they will be hit by the horrible mud when they are not careful. And the level of combat is still immature, he really can't do it while attacking, so he would rather save himself and save himself, all his energy on the dodge.

Hey! Xia Shuanglong flapped its wings on one side and easily escaped the attack from the ground.

But immediately five or six black muds emerged from the ground, surrounded by flying dragons in all directions!

"I think of the way on the left, you can hide the right side," Arthur said.

Hyosung did not respond to Arthur but went directly to the left. The Cavaliers also cast out the big fireball in the hand, and the fierce flame ball hit the black sludge chasing, and the few tentacle-like things were blown up!

But the more crazy black mud is rising from the sky, and the speed is too big to be unbelievable, just like the anger and hate in the heart of the geek. The speed of their influx is far from the speed of Hyosung's flight. Arthur frowned. This man has been completely swallowed up by the darkness.

(The result is still falling into the net.)

Despite being swallowed up by nightmares, Arthur’s consciousness is exceptionally clear, knowing his own situation and knowing exactly what he should do.

(However, this nightmare is not without exports.)

He opened his eyes and looked around, trying to find a place where the nightmare could be called an exit, a breakthrough point to get rid of nightmares.

Then the world began to change, and the deep, darkness of the mud was replaced by a raging fire.

In 1406, the suburb of Sheffield, buried in the corpse.

Everything started with the riot, but it was finally the riot. Countless people died, and their bodies were dragged here by blood-filled soldiers and thrown into a deep pit.

It is heavy pressure and extremely heavy pressure. It seems that the weight of a whole world is on his body.

It is like the darkness and suffocation of the abyss, the **** smell, the smell of the body being burned, the coldness of the dead body, and the heat that has accumulated and shattered.

That is death.

That is the end of the people who defeated the fate of failure.

The reason is no longer necessary to ask questions, no matter why they resist, or how they fail, and fall into such a field. Everyone will die, and it will become irrelevant. He is just resentful and incomparably resentful.

Hate this world, hate this wrong era, hate this established destiny, hate everything about them.

The heat is getting higher. It was the soldiers who concentrated the bodies and lit them. Hundreds of thousands, thousands of mortal bodies of the deceased were once again distorted, giving silent mourning.

It hurts. So hot. Don't want to die. Help.

Maybe this is hell.

He also does not want to die. But compared to the imminent death that is coming, his heart is more persistent at the moment, but it is the hate.

In any case, let the people who make it all pay the price! ——

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In any case, the person who has the blood of today's massacre on his hand must pay for the blood of the blood! ——

In any case, you must taste the revenge!

This will be willing to die!

"Oh, is that the case?"

Just before the flame was burned, he heard it, a long, dull sound.

"My name is Mobius Mey, the abyss, the hoarder of intelligence." The voice introduced himself, mixed with the screaming sound of the flame burning the body, such as the whisper from hell.

"This violent emotion, this painful memory, there is rarely a hate that can be hit in this human being. Please allow me to include it in the collection anyway," said the magician.

"Trade with me." The evil things from the abyss are persuading: "So, you may be able to achieve your wishes."

The answer is obvious, and there is no room for not to choose.

He promised. He surrendered his memory, and the whole city was bitterly remembered by the slaughter.

The flame was confined by him, turned into an infinite torrent, and was inhaled into a special metal book. Then the geek, wearing a sticky body made up of darkness, holding a book and roaring in the corpse.

The darkness of the crazy flurry, with the flames of fire spreading everywhere, lit the soldiers outside the pit. People screamed and fled, but they were swallowed up by the inexplicable darkness.

Until a long time, a long time later, there was not even a living person on the scene, and the shadow of the person covered in darkness slowly climbed out of the deep pit.

Countless living people become dead, turning into a sticky, dark, sludge-like substance that joins him. He is a collection of countless souls. He is also a collection of countless dead spirits. He is the one who screams for revenge and is the object of revenge.

Since that massacre, since the horrendous collective death, the nameless death shadow has sneaked into the deepest part of the forest, deployed, and conspiring, while suppressing its own madness, while waiting for opportunities on the other side.

The pseudo-royal court that seized power from the coup, the opportunity for revenge.

Arthur opened his eyes and looked as if it was far away and seemed to be close at hand, the shadow surrounded by flames.

"That's your story." Arthur whispered: "But I don't care."

"No matter how deep your hatred, no matter how hard you have, I have to destroy you." The lightsaber in the hands of the Cavaliers are shining.

"The past undead has long since disappeared. As long as you are on the way forward, you are the enemy of you."

He rushed toward the shadow: "So, die!!"

Hey! ! In the nightmare, the sacred angel's sword can still wave as usual and draw to the opponent. Perhaps this is not a true sacred angel sword, Arthur has no sword in his hand. He is only stronger inside than the ordinary people, and in the nightmare can also think of things that break the nightmare!

The shadow of death did not even have time to hide, and he ate a sword of the Cavaliers. Then, the holy sword cut the shadow and cut it in half!

"Amount ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah screaming, it is like the scream of the day it was killed."

Arthur didn't stop, and continued to dance in a frenzy of chaos. The lightsaber cut the opponent more and more with the amazing speed that the naked eye could hardly catch!

"No!!!!!!!" The shadow of death is not just screaming, the sound is closer to being roaring.

"Revenge! - I want revenge!!-"

Being cut so smashed, but still able to make a scream, because this is a nightmare.

"kill you! Kill the light!!"

It is the scream of sorrow and madness, but because of the desire for revenge, it has never been completely mad, and its power has been suppressed by reason.

"You slayed to me!!" Arthur slashed for a long time, and finally positioned the source of the sound from the scream. The small ball that was hidden, in the deepest part of the dark, almost invisible. Arthur was aiming at the invisible thing, and a sword went down and pierced it!

Oh! ! He heard a crack like glass.

It was actually a hand, a stone-like hand, and the hand was holding a metal book that Arthur could not see before the moment of fragmentation. The lightsaber destroyed the hand, but passed through the book as if it had penetrated the air until Arthur touched the metal book.

"Abyss Magic: Magical Words" (abyssalcode:words) -

Arthur knew the real name of the book until it was actually touched.