The moon is full of evil, but the simulator is full of evil

She can't do anything.

Because, she herself also came to kill Futigeng.

The clouds in the sky seemed to vibrate.

Taigongwang glanced up at the spiral cloud that was about to take shape, and he couldn't sit still.

"Sorry, Alvin"

He made a spell.

On the side, the figure of the old man in the mountain disappeared into the shadows.

Only the blond man wearing sunglasses was left, sitting alone on the city wall, holding the comic book to pass the time in his hand.

His fingertips pinched the paper slightly dented.

The whole world is doing everything in its power to kill one man.

A person gives everything he has, just to protect one person.

What a sad scene.

"damn it"

If the main body is here, he can do a lot, but he also came with the crown spirit base, so he can't do anything.

blood.

Black, thick blood just poured into the throat.

Keng——

Trying his best to split the assassin's heavy slash towards the throne, Su Shu half-kneeled on the ground, coughing up a mouthful of black blood.

wow

The crowns, everyone looked at the blood-soaked silver-haired young man with an ugly expression.

Their bodies also looked a bit embarrassed, being entangled by the shadow flame of the sword, their bodies on the Heroic Seat were also slightly injured.

Such a tough guy.

The entire central city of Londinium had already been bombed at this moment and fell into a deep pit with a diameter of [-] meters.

Only the main hall of the castle and a little foothold of the throne remained, standing in the center of the spiral like a lonely sky pillar.

Su Shu coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The spiral of the Eternal Night Flame could not stop twisting, and the tens of thousands of souls stored in the sword body were being consumed

, Burning, constantly repairing his injuries.

To death, to seek life.

Shadows burst out from his body, taking over the next wave of attacks.

The brain seems to be freezing.

Thoughts seem to be getting stuck.

Only the fighting instinct remained.

In my mind, only the duty called "Guardian" remained.

"You were shot through the shoulder"

"You got a poisoned arrow in your right arm"

"Your left foot is engulfed in water"

"Your body is covered with purple fire"

"Your spirit is consumed by the idea of ​​death"

"Why are you still holding on"

The body was already broken, but he blocked it.

He tried his best to block every attack that fell on Vortigern.

He was his father's, the last line of defense.

"Cough cough cough-"

The black blood pooled into a lake on the ground.

Injuries are constantly being created, and they are constantly being repaired by the Sword of Eternal Night's Ember Fire.

There are fewer and fewer souls in the sword.

Already numb.

It was as if the pain was no longer felt.

In the field of vision that he couldn't take into account, system prompts frantically flickered.

"You have learned: Combat Continuation (A)"

"You have learned: Endurance to Death (A)"

"You have learned: Ultra-high-speed regeneration (A)"

"You have learned: Unyielding Will (A)"

"You have learned: Curse of Parting (A)"

blood.

pain.

devastated.

Tortured.

The spirit is being ravaged and trampled, and the body is being tortured and punished.

"Don't do this, Alvin"

The boy's sad voice sounded in front of him.

It was Noah who was crying, and the oar in his hand also seeped golden tears.

"Get out of the way we're just trying to set history right.

"You are only one step away from becoming a beast.

"Quick, stop! You're going to lose all your humanity, and there's really no going back if you do that."

Animalization?

Su Shu vaguely remembered that many people seemed to have said this sentence to him.

What is, "beast"?

This narrow world, this weak planet.

As if mocking the entire universe.

The blood-soaked silver-haired youth raised his head and sneered hoarsely at the heroes, coughing up blood.

"Losing humanity, losing a lot.

"If you lose your bestiality, you lose everything."

Moving content.

All the crowns present fell silent for an instant.

The rain gradually became heavier.

Washing the blood on the ground.

The wind was biting and the rain was icy cold.

The creatures in the birdcage flutter their wings, but once they fall into the world of laughing and scolding, they can't break free from the cage called mind.

Romulus, the patriarch of Rome slowly raised the gun in his hand.

"I admit that you are an extremely respectable opponent, Alvin Pendragon, and from now on, I will do my best to respect you.

"Shine! My arm that opens up all to the sky! (Per Apera Ad Atra)"

boom--

The sun is falling.

Launched at full power by the most destructive Crown Lancer, the incomparably blazing spear of light suddenly penetrated towards the throne on the ground.

puff-

This spear failed to penetrate Vortigern.

Everyone knew that they had known for a long time that this gun would only penetrate that person's chest.

Holding the handle of the Lance of Light in both hands, the body of the silver-haired young man stood in front of the throne, vomiting a large pool of blood.

It was like blood that was about to be vomited out of the internal organs.

feeling of pain.

Nerves seemed to be shredded.

As if he was stiff and didn't understand what happened, he tilted his neck and made a clicking sound.

In torrential rain.

In the spotlight.

The patter of the raindrops was like a funeral procession, without drums or music.

The brilliant and brilliant heroes are slowly marching in the soul of the son of the dragon. The darkness was finally defeated, so a brilliant banner was planted on his drooping head.

The will collapsed and the building collapsed.

The words of the system are spread by error prompts to refresh.

The mask was taken off.

"Beast"?

The silver-haired youth coughed, hoarsely, and laboriously laughed.

Although the eye sockets ooze blood.

But he was laughing hissingly.

No despair.

There is only the howling sound of a wild beast as if awakened.

Burn everything that belongs to this body.

Just because he refuses to be a slave of fate.

The opinions of the heroes don't matter at all, do they?

After all, I am a villain full of evil—!

Su Shu raised his gaze.

The face of the silver-haired youth under the black armor.

In the eyes of everyone at this moment, it is no longer a complete human form.

Instead, it presents an extremely treacherous and grotesque posture.

Hands all over.

Eyes all over.

The eyes are still covered with hands.

Eyes still grow on the hands.