Please Put Me on the Throne of Heroes

She also hesitated.

but...

"Have you decided?" Miranda looked at her eyes and knew what this young girl was thinking when she met for the first time.

Li Xiang smiled: "Yes."

She has decided to take this step.

Help Rowe?

Although they have known each other for several days, in fact, they have not yet reached the point of doing their best to help each other... Romani Akiman and Leonardo da Vinci once felt that Tachika's will is firm now, but That's just because, Li Xiang, knew the truth.

"Do you know why this world you exist in is defined as a 'dead' world?"

"Mr. Rowe...why?"

"because--"

"The future of the world you live in is a future where everyone lives, a future where Romani Akiman doesn't have to sacrifice himself to save the world."

Because it is perfect, so perfect that it forms a closed loop.

So lost the prospect of development, lost the future.

So be clipped.

So 'dead'.

"You came here to save our world?"

"That's right, to keep perfection alive is exactly the purpose of my coming to this world."

"Then, I would like to help you, Mr. Rowe—"

At that moment, Fujimaru Tachika thought of the dead director, and thought of the scene where the young, proud, but not bad girl died tragically in front of her.

She didn't want to see the death of someone she knew well.

Even if any...

Even so, that might be necessary.

"But if you want to sacrifice, just—sacrifice me!"

Li Xiang opened his eyes.

She looked up...

Looking directly at that majestic and terrifying figure, it is also looking directly at the nightmare in my heart!

Chapter No.16 The High Five of the Savior and the Savior

Not to look directly at God is the law of this world, and it is also the most fundamental principle of 'mystery' - the source of mystery that will fail in the face of older mysteries.

The so-called mystery, in the final analysis, can actually be defined as the degree of 'information coverage'.

When a small amount of information flows into a large amount of information, it is like a mud cow entering the sea without causing any waves. The same is true for the mystery that can only cover a short period of time versus the mystery that covers a long timeline.

Mystery is like this, so is God. The older the God, the bigger the "information" it holds. It is a scale enough for ordinary people to collapse just by staring at it, and it is so complicated that even just looking at its shell will be impacted.

But at this moment, Fujimaru Tachika, who knew this principle well, still resolutely looked directly at the old ruler 'Cthulhu' who was curled up in the sky above La'lye, confronting Rovi, and fought.

She bears that unlimited amount of information.

Also because of the outflow of that information, because of that mysterious surge, I fell into a nightmare.

The Lord of Sleep is in charge of thousands of dreams.

His mystery is the manifestation of 'dream'.

And nightmares, why nightmares?

It has always been because nightmares are the most vulnerable part of the human heart, and they are the presentation of the things people fear the most...

"I hope you can succeed, the last savior of humanity!"

Martha looked at Lixiang who suddenly disappeared before her eyes, and knew that she had entered the dreamland woven by the outflow of Cthulhu's power.

The saint who trained the dragon exhaled, raised her head, and looked at the sky.

"Senior..." Matthew was a little worried, but she knew that it belonged to the battlefield of the seniors.

And before that—

"We must guard this place!"

Martha grinned, her long purple hair fluttering against her beautiful face, and the white hair accessories braided on both sides of her hair swayed in the wind like a flower wedding. She slightly raised the cross spear in her hand, and clenched her fist tightly with the other hand , you can vaguely see the outline of muscles emerging on the wrist, fair and fit.

The wind keeps blowing, and the beautiful figure of the girl stands here.

Matthew also took a deep breath, held the shield in his hand tightly, looked up to the opposite side, and looked at the street in La'lye.

The surging water vapor permeates this ultra-ancient civilized city immersed in the depths of the sea of ​​dreams. The wet and sticky streets are surrounded by towering buildings on both sides, but the layout is extremely distorted. A figure climbed out of the shadows.

The body covered with scales, the swaying and twisting fins, the wriggling and spreading tentacles, the 'gills' that swallow air bubbles...that is the monster that is not invading the outside world at this moment, the singularity of France, is the family of Cthulhu's family, is hiding The race beneath the nightmare abyss.

That is exactly the enemy that Martha and Mash are facing at this moment. They must block this group of monsters, so that Lixiang has enough time to break free from the nightmare and smash this ancient dream called 'La'lye'.

"Monsters—I'll let you see how powerful I, Martha are!"

The bang reverberated, and the air waves rolled behind the dragon-training saintess who clenched her fists and raised her gun. A huge evil dragon appeared from the sky, and the evil dragon species that once ravaged one side but was subdued by the saintess roared.

Martha, the saint who tamed the dragon, showed her awe-inspiring power under the Lord!

boom -

The sky, the sky above R'lyeh, the waving holy sword and the attacking tentacles collided again. Cthulhu's huge figure was suspended in the air, but he possessed extreme speed and agility. R'lyeh was the domain of the old rulers , whether it is the action, or itself, can also obtain unlimited improvement.

Luo Wei took half a step back to block the incoming erosion——

He is not afraid of death, but in the process of fighting, he still needs to avoid being corroded as much as possible... Being corroded by the power of the Old Ones will not make him die, it will only pollute his own spiritual core, making him an 'Old Ruler' the 'seat.

But after retreating, he moved forward again, and the swung holy sword cut off the tentacles, and collided with Cthulhu who came with a fist.

The fists and swords are intertwined, and R'lyeh is shaking and shaking. Facts have proved that the old ruler from the abyss still cannot escape the established rules in the present universe.

The existence of the "God" of the dark universe is not material. In the period when the universe was shrouded in darkness, there was no real matter at all. Everything is a chaotic and disorderly "information state", but the universe at this moment has already entered the The era of stars shining on the universe, bright and orderly.

This era is the coexistence of 'material' and 'information'.

and.

Matter prevails.

For information to erode the physical universe, it also needs to be transformed into a physical form.

If Cthulhu wants to erode Rowe successfully, the same is true—because Rowe is no weaker than Cthulhu himself, he can't erode his ideology with his own chaotic and disordered information.

"But if it is the most powerful existence among the old rulers, such as the three pillar gods, or even Azathoth, the source of the dark universe, maybe there is no need to be so troublesome at all."

The strongest old day ruler has the power to directly interfere and disrupt the material world in the information state.

Rowe has no doubts about this.

After all, he has also fought against his incarnation—after the original universe was successfully shaped, in the process of igniting the dead universe countless times.

So Luo Wei is glad, but even more regrettable.

After retreating at this moment, he swung the knife again, looking even more awe-inspiring and relentless.

You don't kill me.

Then I will kill you—

Roar!

The oncoming killing intent made the sleeping lord, who had been sleeping for a long time, let out a restless roar. The deep roar contained indescribable ravings, and the water vapor in La'lye oscillated, turning into an unprecedented surge around that huge figure. In a storm, the dense water vapor weaves into dark clouds, and suddenly the thunder can be seen flashing.

The dome was turbulent, and Luo Wei was suspended in it, like a fishing boat in the vast sea. He stood on the bow of the boat, looked up and saw the huge monster in front of him was huge and ferocious.

But he is not a real fisherman after all, Cthulhu is huge, and for him, he is not invincible!

Although a monster, Cthulhu with a humanoid body raised his hand, and he stretched out his hand between the condensed dark clouds and water vapor. He tightly held the palm wrapped with long and narrow blade-like claws, and pulled out from the dark clouds. A 'spear'.

Cthulhu gripped the spear tightly, and stabbed it at Rowe while roaring and raving.

Luo Wei, who was swaying in the 'sea', suddenly felt like a fish swimming in a pond.

Cthulhu is a fisherman holding a harpoon.

He narrowed his eyes and looked up.

The spear flickered in the distance, but weaved a piece of darkness, showing a twisting posture. The spear displayed by the pure thunder light was an 'ocean' condensed to the extreme and surging in the form of electric ions... Kesu, who is in charge of water Lu is also the god who controls the thunder in the dark abyss.

On the dark side of the universe, everything is dark without light or color.

So does the Thunder.

But without light and color, it can show its horror even more—it can swallow all light, all colors, and naturally can swallow all matter. For it, the material universe is like a painting scroll drawn by an artist.

Just apply lightly, all the colors can be scratched and erased.

This is also the power of the ultimate abyss mastered by Cthulhu.

However, in the face of such power, Luo Wei just bowed his knees. He held the "Holy Sword of Heart" in his hand upside down, and then his knees suddenly tightened. up.

Reverse cassock chopping—a bottom-up cutting method, wrapped in the cold light of Nidenglong, collided with Cthulhu's spear.

The sea of ​​plasma collided and boiled, and the power was scattered. The extreme darkness swallowed up all the light, and the surroundings were swallowed into darkness.

But in the bewildered world, the dome of R'lyye, which is shaped like a nightmare, only the sword in Luo Wei's hand is still shining.

The holy sword of the stars, the holy sword of the heart, the holy sword forged by the stars and human reason, although he only borrowed it, he can still easily exert its full power, and can also use its characteristics to fight against the darkness of the cosmic abyss.

It is the 'Sword of Creation', creation, matter and light are exactly the opposite of the power held by Cthulhu, and they are just against each other!

He blocked it, but Cthulhu suddenly turned his wrist, and the 'spear' pulled back abruptly.

The old horror wanted to make Luo Wei's body unstable with this pumping force, but the sea of ​​plasma rubbed against the sword of creation, and between the flowing and splashing fire, his figure remained stable, nailed to the spot It is like a mountain.

Spear separated from sword.

But Cthulhu moved forward again—his body swayed, the spear pointing, engulfing the abyss that pierced the material universe.

This time Rowe didn't take it hard.