Tomorrow's Ark, please don't die

He wants more.

He was weak and lost his family in the war.He had been cowardly and had seen his friends torn apart in battle.He even took a step back and watched his soldiers die under the attack of the enemy.He wants to change that.

So he began to study the art of reversing time over and over again.

They said he was crazy.

So he went crazy.

He left the royal court and Kazdel to study the mystery of time alone.

He is the acquired immortal and the master of time magic.He lost the concept of time. When he suddenly wants to see the sun again and return to the embrace of his motherland one day,

His homeland has been destroyed.

Kazdel's demon king died in the battle, and Kazdel was destroyed in the war.

He is completely insane.

He wants to analyze time, he wants to reverse time, and he wants to become the god of all time.Then, bring back Kazdel and his loyal king!

He spent hundreds of years studying the mysteries of time, but discovered by accident that with his own ability, he could not reach the realm of God at all.

He needed a junior—or a body that qualified.Let him or himself reach that state.

So, until today.

Mostima pulled out the black box.

Sealed in the black box was the weapon he had obtained, the black and white lock and key staff, and the fragment of the real god resided in it.

"Successor..."

"Finally, you have shown up."

A group of people headed by Andorn finally stepped into the end of the underground palace.

It is called by warlocks the place where all time ends.The time here is completely static, stepping into this place, no matter how much time has passed, the time outside will not change.Here is affected by the power of the lock and key god of time.

Except, Warlock himself.

He who has the art of time and has studied countless years will not be affected by a little power unintentionally revealed by the god of time, and he enjoys endless time.

Mostima and Andorn stood at the forefront, they raised their guardian guns and aimed at this person they had never seen before.

The opponent has an unparalleled sense of oppression.

"who are you."

Andorn asked.

"You carry the lock and the key, are you worthy of this generation?"

The warlock didn't answer Andorn's question. He raised his hand, and two staffs, one black and one white, slowly emerged in his hand.

He no longer needs to hold a real lock and key to perform the spell of time.

"I don't understand what you're talking about, tell me now, who are you!"

Andorn frowned.

"You do not understand?"

The warlock walked forward slowly, but each step was firm and powerful.

He slowly walked in front of An Duoen, and An Duoen lifted the guardian gun in his hand vigilantly, the brilliance of the origin stone skill has converged to the muzzle of the gun, threatening in front of the warlock.

"Do not move!"

Andorn growled.

"You don't understand what kind of power you get...yeah, yeah. That's it."

The warlock let out a few weird laughs. He remembered his past, he fell into the underground palace for some reason, and then got the stick of time.

"I tell you, I tell you, I will tell you everything, and I will answer all your doubts!"

He raised his arms and cheered, as if the art of time had been completely cracked by him. He had been disappointed for too long, and even a small hope could make him excited.

"The black box in your hand seals the real god. Above all spells in the world, the greatest god of time!"

Warlock's voice is high, with strong worship and awe.He looked at An Duoen, looked at the halo above An Duoen's head, and frowned slightly.

But that's okay.

The body is just a button to seal the soul, as long as Andorn can understand his grand plan, then——

"Oh, and then what?"

Andorn's Originium skill has reached its peak, as long as the trigger is lightly pulled, a bullet that can shatter even a resolute boulder in an instant will burst out.

Andorn looked indifferent.Spells and power are things outside the body after all, and Andorn disdains them.He wants an answer more, a way that allows the strong to protect the weak, so that everyone can love each other and live together.

"And then? You actually asked and then?"

Warlock's eyes widened, he couldn't understand what the man in front of him was thinking,

"I might as well make it clear that we can study the art of time together, and then reverse time. Change all the things we failed to protect and regret!"

"Together, we can make the world the way we want it to be!"

"Because we have time!"

The warlock raised his arms and cheered, as if the future he spoke of had already come true.

Andorn has already determined that the person in front of him is a pure lunatic, he narrowed his eyes, moved his fingers slightly,

"Unfortunately, I don't expect to change the past. I have a good teacher and a group of good companions."

There is a devout believer in the church that adopted Andorn, who taught Andorn how to read, pray, and learn faith.

The residents of Chaoshi Town are kind and harmonious, and taught him the morality of life.

Andorn will regret and hate his past self for being powerless, but he will not change the past.The teacher taught him to learn to be flexible. Rather than changing the past, it is better to look to the future.

"The will of the dead cannot be changed. Those who survive are here, and those who have gone are there, so there will be parting. The past has made me who I am now. The only thing I can change is the future, and the only thing that can change me is the future!"

boom! ——

Andorn pulled the trigger.

A white beam of light burst out from Andorn's guardian muzzle, piercing through the chest of the lunatic in front of him.

Chapter 9 The Sword of Killing God ([-]rd update)

At the same time as Andorn shot, Lemuane's bullet pierced the warlock's head at the same time.

Mostima's bullet pierced the warlock's neck, but Fiametta didn't do it because Andorn stood too close to the warlock.

The powerful thrust caused the warlock's body to fly upside down.

Andorn's expression was indifferent. He looked at the "corpse" of the warlock, and took a few steps forward, wanting to check the corpse of the warlock.

However, before he could take a few steps, the warlock suddenly moved, and he stood up from the ground again.

"how is this possible?!"

Fiameta's somewhat stunned voice came,

"I clearly saw the bullet penetrate his body...it's impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible, under the power of time."

Warlock's voice came faintly, and his wound pierced by bullets slowly recovered, and he opened his eyes again.

Tick, tick.

The clock turns.

He flicked his sleeves, revealing several clocks in the sleeves, and then used the ancient language to tell the impossible prophecies he saw in the art of time,

"A gigantic beast will destroy our kingdom, and one day the sky will split open to show people what it really is."

"What is this guy talking about?"

Andorn frowned, and the origin stone skills gathered at the gunpoint again.

"This is the prophecy I saw in the great stick of time, the future is irreversible, we must make changes—"

Warlock opened his arms and said loudly.

boom!

The gunfire sounded again, and this time, a huge phantom clock appeared in front of the warlock.

The bullet could not even set off a spark on the clock, just like a small stone falling into the water, with a slight wave, it quickly disappeared.

"It's useless, it's useless! My time technique is the strongest spell!"

The warlock smiled confidently, he opened his arms, and the black and white staff floated up on his left and right sides.

The formations that simulate the operation of the art of time are engraved in these two staffs.As long as you mobilize the origin stone skills in a reasonable way, you can display the art of time that can stop the time of the whole world!

"World, pause!"

Tick-tick--

The sound of gears turning rang in everyone's ears, and they were slightly taken aback. The next moment, the warlock who was supposed to be standing in front of Andorn had already appeared behind Andorn.

"Did you see it? This is the strongest spell of time! The supreme spell that no one can resist!"

"Ah this."

Fiatina blinked.

She secretly observed the astonished expressions of the people around her, feeling a little puzzled.

——She clearly watched the warlock trot behind An Duoen, and then opened his arms to pose?

Andorn backed away immediately.

Mostima's team also dispersed, and the four of them surrounded the warlock in a four-fold manner, aiming at the warlock.

"Stelter!"

Fiatina immediately pulled La Shirtel's clothes, Shirter turned his head in doubt,

"What's wrong, Fia?"

"Wait a minute."

Fiatina took a few steps back, clenched her staff tightly, narrowed her eyes slightly,

"Please don't die, may you be safe."

White radiance rose from Shirtel's body.

"Okay! Sylter, try to attack that guy now!"

"...it is good."

Stuart nodded.

She originally wanted to find a chance to sneak attack, but since Fiatina said so, then she did so.

The flames were blazing, and there seemed to be a flame in Shirtel's pupils.

"Die!"

The blade was thrust into the ground fiercely, and flames gushed out from the warlock's feet.

"It's useless! Even if you sneak attack me - pause time!"

Warlock quickly noticed the abnormality under his feet, with a confident smile on his face, he raised his head again, and the sound of the clock turning sounded again, but the next moment——

——The flames that should have been suspended spewed out from below.

"how is this possible?!"

The warlock's stunned voice came from the flames.

He was reduced to ashes.

The time technique he was so proud of didn't protect him as he expected.After all, who would have imagined that a true divine technique could be deciphered by a mortal?