An Qingyu calmly walked past the bodies of the two knights and went deeper into the church.
"Here..."
An Qingyu fixed his eyes on a door and placed his hands on it, but did not push it open with force. Instead, he gently grabbed it and turned the two doors weighing several tons into confetti all over the sky, which fell into the church.
He walked through the confetti and into the room. In his gray eyes, the reflection of a sleeping red-haired girl appeared.
This is Yelland's agent?
An Qingyu raised his eyebrows. He thought that he would need to fight a big battle against Chloe, but he didn't expect that the other party would fall into a deep sleep without any defense at all.
He walked on the red carpet and approached the sleeping girl on the stone platform step by step. A sharp black scalpel slipped from his robe into his palm.
An Qingyu stood beside the stone platform and was about to raise her hand when a violent hurricane roared out from around the girl!
This hurricane was completely different from the wind he had encountered before when facing the Knights. The moment the wind blew, a ray of cold light instantly cut off half of An Qingyu's body. Even those eyes that could analyze everything could not capture its speed. He only felt a flash before his eyes, and a huge force shook his body, knocking him directly onto the thick wall!
An Qingyu's pupils suddenly contracted, and he forced his body out of the crack. The next moment, another wind blade cut through the wall and directly tore a corner of the black robe. If his reaction was slower, his head would probably be split in half this time.
An Qingyu fell to the ground, and half of his bloody body quickly regenerated. He frowned and looked at the girl in the eye of the storm, his face a little gloomy.
Is she pretending?
No...she didn't wake up. Was it the wind that was actively protecting her?
Just as An Qingyu was thinking, a ball of blazing purple flame suddenly condensed from the void in front of the girl. The high temperature burned and deformed the surrounding space, like a miniature sun. The shining light illuminated the entire church.
An Qingyu narrowed his eyes subconsciously, and then a sense of crisis enveloped his heart. Without thinking, he suddenly dodged to the side.
Almost at the same time, a purple fireball exploded from the ground, turning into a pillar of fire that submerged An Qingyu's original position, piercing through the dome of the church and rushing straight into the sky!
Before An Qingyu's feet touched the ground, the second pillar of fire accurately predicted his landing point and burst out from the ground again!
In an instant, the air under An Qingyu's feet suddenly disintegrated and reorganized into a solid steel plate, using the force to directly avoid the second purple fire column.
An Qingyu looked up at the sky. Above the broken dome, two purple pillars of fire transformed into two western dragons that blocked out the sky and the sun. They roared at the tiny figures like ants under their feet, and purple waves of fire swept across the entire night sky.
"It's not even awake yet, but it has such terrifying fighting power?" An Qingyu's eyes reflected the figure of the purple fire dragon, and his expression became unusually solemn.
"It seems like it's time to use some real skills."
roar--!!
Two purple fire dragons roared and pounced on An Qingyu, and the raging flames seemed to raze the entire London to the ground.
An Qingyu stared at the two fire dragons, with faint lights flickering in his gray eyes. He stood in the ruins wearing a black robe and slowly opened his arms, as if he wanted to embrace the fire that could destroy the world!
The fire dragon fell to the ground like a meteorite, instantly submerging An Qingyu's body, but when the fire passed over his hands, the surging flames turned into countless golden maple leaves, which hit the ground, and were swept up by the strong wind brought by the flames in the sky, and flew back into the sky!
At this moment, on the silent ruins of London, maple leaves fluttered like a golden blizzard.
An Qingyu stood under the flying fallen leaves. Apart from his burnt robes, there were no scars on his body. He stared at the girl sleeping on the stone platform and took another step forward.
In the void behind him, the reflection of a portal shrouded in mist gradually emerged!
The breath of the Gate of Truth filled the air. An Qingyu stopped a few meters away from the stone platform. He bit his fingertips and pointed the blood-stained finger towards his eyes...
Since there is no way to get close to Chloe, just use the Gate of Truth and swallow her!
"Anqingyu."
A voice came from above the dome, and An Qingyu's finger, which was about to touch his eyes, suddenly paused.
He slowly raised his head and saw a figure in a crimson cloak standing among the fallen leaves at the edge of the broken church dome, looking down at him with an extremely complicated expression.
Seeing that familiar face, An Qingyu put down his hands, and after a long while, he spoke in a deep voice:
"It seems that I still can't escape you..."
Lin Qiye jumped lightly from the edge of the dome and landed in front of Chloe's stone platform. He stood on the red carpet that was burnt black by the flames and stood opposite An Qingyu.
"Why are you hiding from me? Don't you even have the courage to talk to me face to face?"
“No.” An Qingyu shook his head. “Your existence is too special. Even without the [Mortal God Realm], you can still create miracles again and again… I am sure I can beat Brother Zha, but even if you haven’t become a god yet, I am not sure I can beat you.”
Lin Qiye looked at An Qingyu's familiar yet unfamiliar face, remained silent for a long time, and finally asked the question that he had been suppressing in his heart:
"Why?"
"What?"
"Why did you betray us?"
Lin Qiye stared at An Qingyu's eyes, trying to see even a hint of hesitation in those silent gray eyes.
But the answer he got was destined to be disappointing.
An Qingyu's expression did not fluctuate at all. His face was stern and he spoke calmly, "When I was in Heaven, I said that humans have no chance of winning. If that's the case, why should I stay on the side that is destined to fail?"
"You're lying." Lin Qiye said firmly without waiting for him to finish, "You are An Qingyu, the An Qingyu who would rather step into the Zhuxian Sword Formation and die than revive the Key to the Gate. The An Qingyu who would rather self-destruct than escape from Migo... How could you, for fear of failure, choose to surrender to Cthulhu?"
Lin Qiye has known An Qingyu the longest and knows him best. He doesn't believe that An Qingyu would betray Daxia for this reason.
An Qingyu frowned and remained silent for a moment, then continued:
"I made that choice in the past because I had not seen the world behind the Gate of Truth... But now, I have witnessed the 'truth' with my own eyes. Some things cannot be solved by simple death."
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On New Year's Eve, Sanjiu would like to wish everyone a happy new year.
Because I went back to my hometown for the Chinese New Year, there were a lot of things to do, and many relatives had to visit. Originally, Sanjiu had boldly fantasized about whether he could take a day or two off during the Chinese New Year. After all, I haven't had a break for a year and a half since I started writing the book. I am very tired. Moreover, I have to add a lot of chapters during the Sanjiu Update Festival after the Chinese New Year...
But after thinking about it carefully, I definitely can't take a leave and not update, so I'll maintain two updates. After I'm done with these few days, I'll resume three updates as soon as possible. If everything goes well, it will be around the third or fourth day of the Chinese New Year. I hope everyone can understand~~