The Riddler Get Out of Terra

"You are stronger, Your Highness."

He praised Ursa sadly, just like he had said every time he saw Ursa in those past days.

"Yeah, stronger, just like you are now." Ursa sighed, "What else do you want to do? You can tell me, and I'll see if I can agree to it."

"Ha." The Moonlight Humanoid laughed miserably: "Then please leave me a whole body. The Moon Beast was close to the Blood Demon back then and was hostile to the Shadow Demon. Please also hand over my body and power to a Blood Demon." , don’t let it fall into the hands of the Shadow Demon.”

Ursa sighed again and moved her fingertips. The moonlight figure seemed to have been struck by lightning. It was completely frozen under the horrified sight of the nightmare. With the support of the soldier who grabbed the sharp blade, it lay straight on the ground with a happy face. , with a calm expression, but the moonlight faded from the man's body like gauze:

Little by little, his body began to gain color from within, and the texture of flesh and blood gradually emerged. Everything covered by the moonlight was white.

In the world, the owner of the flesh orifice has long lost his time.

Theresia trembled visibly.

She understood what Ursa had done better than everyone else present: In just an instant, a huge amount of spiritual information impacted the moonlight humanoid's mind. At the same moment he began to be confused, the terrifying psychic ability came into play, destroying everyone. A thought and every emotion are briefly brought to life——

Being bombarded with information and having more than a million thoughts coming to you?How earth-shattering will the shallow self that separates out be?

They just argued with each other in the Moonlight Doll's mind, but his emotions turned into ruins from the inside out. When Usha finished moving her fingertips and took a calm breath, the thoughts in the Moonlight Doll's mind went hand in hand, sparks flying...

Then, every thought carried a harbor of the soul to live everywhere, and it was separated by the ebb and flow of the tide. Theresa had not yet realized the role of those huge amounts of soul information, these small thoughts that were ephemeral and lifeless. Just destroy yourself with every heart.

His soul was scattered, his body and soul were destroyed, his body was obviously intact as if the moonlight was leisurely, but the next moment there was only a puddle of flesh lying in the arms of the dead, unconsciously feeling sad.

Thearesia was speechless for a long time as she watched those silent beings among the undead appear.

"What about you? Lord Nightmare?" Ursa looked at Nightmare.

"I don't have as much power as him." Nightmare was silent for a while, then cautiously said: "Your Highness, I don't have any ambitions. From then on, I just resigned myself to it. I just thought you..."

"So I don't plan to give you the ending of Qing Yueguang,"

Ursa replied calmly. The nightmare looked up at the woman's golden pupils. They seemed to be no different from those thousands of years ago. Even the self reflected in the irises was still so humble and pitiful, just like the nightmare clan once worshiped the master of Sakaz's soul. What Ursa looks like when she offers her loyalty.

"Mr. Nightmare, you... commit suicide."

The woman's calm words brought the nightmare back to thousands of years ago. It obediently performed the oldest courtesy to the king, then spit out a bright red cocoon from its mouth, letting it sink into the dark shadow in front of it, and then Can't see either:

"I am the last member of my clan. I have taken His Highness's orders to die today, leaving behind some of my past bones and blood. I ask Your Highness to be merciful, forgive its last sin, and fulfill its continuing promise."

Ursa closed her eyes and sighed, nodding to this remnant of the old times.

"I wanted to be free back then, but I didn't expect that I am still in a cage today."

Nightmare laughed bitterly. At the same time as the words ended, the liquid in Wutantan evaporated and dissipated in the moonlight. Black dream threads were drawn out and away from almost all the people in Babel, and finally dissipated in the air.

——Long before the assassination began, this freak who didn’t even dare to see anyone made the dreams of many Tower of Babel operators the best place to escape, and also made the flesh and blood of these newborns become the ideal place for death. The cradle of resurrection.

He could have lived for a long time, but in the end he was defeated in the final test given by fate only because of a moment of betrayal.

Ursa's power of life and death made Kelsey unable to say anything. She looked at Theresia worriedly, fearing that any words she spoke would attract the attention of the former king.

"My ending...I think His Highness has already decided it."

Looking sadly at the remains of the other two, the Bronze Throne issued a greeting that already knew the outcome.

"Well, you are a subordinate of Ouranos, so you naturally know the final outcome and test."

Ursa spoke to the Bronze Throne, describing the final outcome and suffering of the betrayer.

Chapter 72 The Confrontation between Heaven and Earth

"Yeah...how Ouranos' men will die is a very funny puzzle."

The Bronze Throne looked at the dense skeleton exposed by the shadow demon who sacrificed himself at all costs to explode the shadow world. He looked at the calcium with a metallic luster and tugged at the corner of his mouth with difficulty.

"Can I ask...how did you and His Majesty..."

He thought for a while and asked Ursa a question.

"Nothing ever comes back."

Ursa looked at him with a look that was both nostalgic and strange. The similar yet different existences had the same power as before, but at a deeper level, they were completely different, harmonious but different.

"That's it... I didn't expect to see that the royal family of heaven still continues to this day. It can be regarded as seeing what those old guys said, 'Destiny is endless, and there will be retribution.' Thank you, Your Highness, for clearing up the confusion. There is nothing in the lower body." , the Bronze Throne clan should have left long ago. May your majesty get what you want, and your highness's heart will bloom."

The Bronze Throne nodded to Ursa, then took a deep breath and shouted out the last elegy of the tribe under Uranos to the vast night sky of Kazdare:

"Lessandra Alphonse!!!"

Boom-! ! !

This was an astonishing thunder, the sky and the earth were roaring, and the moon and stars were stunned!

The violent thunder finally shines again on the land where Sakaz lives like in ancient times.

This was not thunder in nature, because this thunder light carried a faint blue flame and covered the entire sky within sight of the Tower of Babel in one breath!

Immeasurable power is accumulated, intense, brutal, and cultivated in the sky - when everything is unforgivable, blue thunder flames fall from the sky!

Bronze Throne Lianzui

There was no time to leave the expression on his face. Just in the second after the lightning accumulated, the blazing thunder hit the remnant of the past who called out this name.

Kelsey moved her forearm that covered her eyes and smelled the strange and familiar smell of that painful past - the thunder destroyed every piece of bone marrow and flesh on the bronze throne, leaving behind the half-melted metal skeleton and The strange smell of ozone is generated when oxygen is activated by a huge electric current.

After tens of thousands of years, her skills have not improved much. How could Kelsey, who has experienced otherworldly things, not know whose ancient glory this is?

The thunderous flames that covered half of the sky in Ouranos dissipated, and apart from the roar that shook the entire Rhode Island, only silence remained.

The Tower of Babel operators remained silent, and the name of Resandral Alphonse became a nightmare that all those who knew about it did not dare to mention it.

"Brother will take a look before striking the thunder, so as not to accidentally hurt him."

Ursa comforted them with a little embarrassment, just like comforting the hopeless children who were oppressed by war and suffering in the past, and also like comforting the Sakaz people returning home who were slandered by vigilance and rejection.

The spare silence made her sigh, understanding that the current comfort was just a fantasy - even the most warlike part of the Sakaz would become homing pigeons calling for peace loudly after seeing the terrifying and ruthless power of Ouranos. This is especially true when he is an enemy of Raisan.

Ursa clapped her hands, and everything in the Tower of Babel was completely different:

Those construction supplies that had been completely destroyed by Shadow Demon and Assassin not long ago were jumping around. Dust gathered in the air again, and the metal re-opened in a joyous song. Even the dust and sawdust that had been sucked into the lungs of the operators were making a sound. He rushed out of the host's body with a cough, and hugged him again amidst laughter and laughter.

They keep coming together and dancing, and one by one they jump back to the hometown where they were separated not long ago, and one by one they return to their places and bridge again.

The injured operators were dumbfounded as they looked at a scene that looked like a fairy tale world in front of them. They watched these crushed little things running back to their original places one by one. Some even formed a provocative middle finger in front of W. - They were innocent victims blown up by poorly aimed bombs.

Some doors and walls opened their mouths deliberately before going back, uttering harsh Rembiton language, and thanked some Custer operators: They have been responsible for their cleaning, and these little beings are very grateful for their meticulousness. and persistence.

ACE groaned heavily, and the sharp lying next to him watched helplessly as his old brother's bones returned to their positions one by one, and the flesh and blood continued to straighten and return. Even the thick metal shield that flew into the ruins behind him stretched and recovered, and grew small... The little limbs bounced back to their master's side.

Stormeye also observed Sharp's body that was hit by the explosion. The sharp senses of Scout next to him clearly heard the complaints of the organs in their bodies that were constantly recovering:

"This big guy is so tricky. He rushed forward every time. I was broken many times." - This is the voice coming from deep in ACE's arm.

"The grandson of WOC used to boast that his dream of heavy equipment was to hit the enemy's shield like a mountain. Today he has experienced what it feels like to be hit by a mountain." - It's still ACE, but this time it's oozing from his chest. .

"Sun thief! You bastard is practicing swordsmanship for real, but can you think about me who stings you every day? Can't you take care of me after you get off work on time? This time His Highness gave the face to let the old brother get rid of Chen If you are suffering from old age, you will have to pay attention to your care in the future!”

Sharp stared at the calloused palms, feeling that the joints that ached every time it rained or had insomnia at night were no longer as painful as they used to be. Listening to its angry and helpless complaints, the expression on his face was incomparably exciting.

"Young man, you don't need me to tell you where I am, right? Take care of yourself and don't let me suffer this unbearable anger again."

Stormeye's internal organs were chattering, leaving him speechless for a moment. He didn't dare to refute, so he could only touch his chest and sigh helplessly.

"It's so silly to stare at other people [beep]! Can you not stay up late in the future? I'm really in trouble following you, young master, and I've got a lot of bloodshot eyes! Do you know how important I am to you, and how deceitful you are?" Beep]!"

Scout's vision was blurry as he stared at his old friend. The sound from the bone conduction made him feel like he was struck by lightning. Even the small sounds in his ears had a naughty brush:

"Next time, be careful. Don't keep listening next to that w. I'm listening carefully to the vibrato. This little bastard dares to detonate a bomb!"

well--

Scout was just about to say sorry when a new voice continued to reason: "My dear brother, can you not go to Sargon to eat their chili pancakes next time? I was swollen all night. I am in so much pain that I beg for mercy.”

Alas, pay attention next time.

The scout listened to their complaints and felt their joints and flesh trembling as they continued to repair. He was as light as a swallow and was filled with joy. He knew that he could no longer refuse the kindness of His Highness Ursa.

Even the decks that were destroyed by the shadow demon and whose main materials disappeared to nowhere are coming back. The spreading power of the shadow world has been expelled, and the remaining traces are disappearing. Kelsey watched the jumping building materials lined up one by one to let everything go. Returning to her original appearance, she and Shadow Demon's eyes were blocked above the deck of Rhodes Island reflecting the moonlight.

The green-haired Felin looked at the heavy and unstained door wall, and silently chose to take the stairs and sneak down to the highest floor below the Rhode Island deck.

So mysterious

Eros, the spiritual plague that even she had only heard of, finally revealed his power in a reserved manner.

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"Coming to Alphonse?"

Ursa sat demurely in the seat that originally belonged to Dr. Commander of the Tower of Babel, smiling as she asked Theresia and Kelsey about their decisions.

Chapter 73 Welcome to Alphonse

Kelsey stood next to Theresia, watching her melancholy gaze staring at the desolate land of Kazdale, silent for a long time.

Theresa's silence had a reason. When the king is no longer the king, and the home is no longer the home, it is difficult for anyone to speak willing words.

But once something happens, it's hard to turn a blind eye.

Ursa's appearance was a dimensionality-reducing blow to the entire Rhode Island. There had never been an Originium skill that was as omnipotent and traceless as what she showed.

Lucille now looks at the Rhode Island self-driving program that is automatically working overtime and operating beyond reproach, and feels like she has to leave her home to care about herself and be naughty:

These days, she has been oscillating horribly between "How can this program work?" and "Why can't this program work?"

What they have thought and learned is almost totally denied by the reality. In today’s Tower of Babel, even the innocent and pure children are not willing to approach the special shop of the non-mainstream blood demon engineer - when a person speaks in a semi-crazy tone in a room alone Talking to herself, it is difficult for normal people to accept the weird definitions in her mouth.

On the night when Theresia tiredly signed the form of nationality, under Ursa’s baton, the entire Rhodes Island moved towards the future with laughter:

The complex mechanical structure has a soul, and it automatically and consciously checks for internal errors and zero losses; Rhode Island's internal intelligence, which requires continuous maintenance by engineers to adapt to new functions, has a mind and will automatically and consciously discuss with the engineering components that are constantly evolving; even prts They all took a step further and began to sort out those long-standing records that were constantly erroneous due to wear and tear...

Ursa turned Rhodes Island into a fairy tale castle. She even thought about the pillow that had been lying beside the two of them in the bedroom where Theresia was teaching Amiya. She whispered, Speak gently to little Custer.

Kelsey was struck by the dimensionality reduction of Eros' dream, and Theresia's exquisite royal inheritance could only see some insignificant foreshadowing.

The secrets of ancient times were revealed so easily that the entire Tower of Babel was enveloped in a strange atmosphere:

The sharp palm always complained to him that it was damaged and needed further care.

ACE's whole body was condemning him, saying that he didn't care about himself at all.

Stormeye was even more miserable. He had been fighting desperately in different environments for a long time, and he didn't know how to take care of his body in time, which made his internal organs protest.

Scout has been even more troubled recently: because of the long period of latent sniping, even his bladder is laughing at himself.

There was only a W-shaped figure, silent in the face of the empty dormitory, and occasionally he would argue with the noisy organs, and the veteran operators who spoke harshly were embarrassed.

So much so that no one dared to call her during training inside the Tower of Babel recently: Normally, it would be regarded as accommodating everyone to do so, but now in front of Her Highness Ursa, none of the Tower of Babel operators who still have a sense of honor dared to do so. Let the unstable W speak nonsense and cold words in front of that highness.

Seeing light at night always moves travelers deeply, but when it gets brighter and the sun shines on the entire wilderness, no matter how beautiful the lights are, they lose their touching meaning.

But w is everyone’s recognized boss. Nothing can make this rebellious Sakaz girl subdue. If she is told that Her Highness Theresia is being gradually replaced by Ursa, no one will know how furious w will be. There will be many secretive counterattacks that cannot be seen.

But w is surprisingly calm:

This Sakaz mercenary locked himself in the room and remained silent after His Highness Ursa's arrival. He shed tears staring at some strange traces. He also always cooked by himself using a lot of ingredients stored in the dormitory in advance. Treat yourself.

Only in the dead of night would she be so angry that she couldn't help herself, and she would make such a noise with the chattering people who were absorbing energy to repair their organs that the whole dormitory would burn their words in the air.

None of them admitted that they had seen Usha. They only knew that the reporter who was called to exchange academic knowledge these days had a mysterious identity-exactly the same as the impressions of others in the Tower of Babel, which made W feel sad and looked at himself in the mirror. Continue to doubt:

There was always a voice in her head telling her that what she held tightly in her arms when she got up every morning should not be a quilt warmed by body temperature; she could even take care of herself before training every day, and she could even spare another bed. You are by no means the only one who is blank;

In the afternoon, she subconsciously wanted to help the workers change dishes in the Rhode Island cafeteria and quietly learn the craft. It couldn't be a spur of the moment; and when she prepared the ingredients every night and put down two full containers, it couldn't be that she just wanted to change herself on a whim. .

There must be someone who really occupied her life for a period of time. She may hate her and dislike her being close to her body as always, but she must also like her very much, because even Her Highness Theresia will not be in W's She was so self-absorbed in her life that even if everyone forgot about her, the habits in her body were driving her to look for the missing little bitch, ready to laugh at her for not being able to take care of herself.

So... I really did something wrong, and there is really no trace of this person's existence?

Looking at the increasingly haggard face and body, w couldn't help but doubt himself.

"Usha..."

she muttered to herself.

"Yes, Miss W is so cute and delightful!"

The lively and beautiful girl patted W heavily on the shoulder, causing her to tremble for a moment, causing W to turn her head more pitifully than expected, hoping that it was not a phantom of self-directed and self-acted performance in fantasy.

The young and lovely Miss Usha looked at her with a smile and her hands behind her back. Her short black hair in the mirror was soft and pretty, beautifully painting the whole world in her eyes with real and incomparable colors.

you you……? !

The agitated emotions were waving and shouting in W's heart, irritating the mercenary lady, who had been in a state of embarrassment since Ursa appeared, to the point where she was speechless.

When she recovered from the huge surprise, the soft touch in her arms and the warm breath on her neck meant that what W was doing was something she couldn't do by herself.