"I see. Gospel has been warning me to leave Ash from the beginning."
Igula retreated behind the wall of legendary magicians and heard Annan muttering as he changed the magazine. He frowned and asked, "How did I warn you?"
"Do you still remember my reward for the Art List?"
The shy second lady Donna blushed and reservedly spit out metal bullets, which passed over the legendary magician's shoulders like a spring breeze and caused ripples on the pursuer's sanctuary barrier.
An Nan's voice was mixed in with the roar of gunfire, as if he had suddenly realized the correct answer after the exam: "One is the 'Eye of Disaster', and the other is the 'Tongue of Liberation'."
"You don't seem to have used these two rewards much." Igula opened the Gospel Book and consumed the Gospel Points to quickly restore his magic power. In order to drive the three-winged magic spirit, he even used silver magic power and gold magic power as fuel, but it was just a desperate gamble. Instead, the rapid consumption of magic power made him dizzy, and his soul was even so weak that he had the weak thought of "I really want to hug you".
"The Eyes of Disaster can identify disasters in others, and the Tongue of Liberation can verbally terminate any contract if both parties agree." An Nan said briskly: "Add to that the work that ranks first on the Art List, and Gospel's advice is actually very clear - this person is very troublesome, you should quickly break off your relationship with him and leave him."
"It's so obvious, how come you didn't see it?"
"I see that," Annan said, "but I don't accept the gospel's advice. What I love to do most is to go against the gospel."
"That's totally unrefutable." The Trickster mocked, "In our Blood Moon, a dreamer as determined as you will be put on the emergency list, or even have a Blood Moon trial held just for you."
"However, Gospel is indeed a more advanced country than Blood Moon in this regard. It actually sent ten Saints to encircle and suppress us. This show is not inferior to that of Blood Moon Judgment."
Bang!
As they talked, a bullet blew up Alice's head. A green flame ignited from the broken neck, condensing into Harvey's face.
Although this body is cold and fiery, I still look forward to the time when it will burn out.
Bones, nerves, muscles, skin... It was like a tailor improvising. In an instant, Alice returned to her original state. Her skin was as smooth as a baby's, her pupils were bright and lively, her lips were crystal clear and moist, and her hair was smooth and cool!
But everyone at the funeral knows what a terrible price is hidden beneath this beauty: Harvey, who has become one with Alice, is using his own living body to repair the dead!
He was extracting his own bones, marrow, muscles, nerves, skin, and blood to fill Alice's emptiness! Although the necromancer must have a way to restore his own losses, he was in a battle now. If Harvey used "himself" too much, he would have to rely on Alice to support him.
After all, the idea of using living people to repair dead people is abnormal, bizarre, and horrifying. Normal people would never have such an idea, just like you wouldn't use your own blood to feed a newly bought doll. Even if you have to sacrifice, you should sacrifice for something more important.
So just like the pale bone stubble that Alice is growing, they can feel Harvey's thoughts very directly and deeply - it's not that Alice is more valuable than him, but that he feels that the world has no value at all.
As for the possible consequences of self-destruction...it's like asking a person who eats instant noodles to pay attention to nutritional balance, but since he is already eating instant noodles, why would he care about nutrition?
Alice pushed with her right hand, and the shadows in the underground hall swept away like a torrent. Harvey had quietly unlocked the fourth unit of the "Ghost King Shackles", the "Shadow Spirit". Even without the relevant magic spirit, he could directly control the power of shadows, bind the enemy's shadow, and even turn the virtual into the real to drown the enemy!
This is the real horror of the first reward of "Family Ranking", "Ghost King Shackles" - it allows the necromancer to ignore the barriers of the magic factions, master the power of other magic factions by converting the undead troops, and does not need to collect other magic spirits to assist in order to produce miraculous effects. It can be called a beggar version of a magician of all factions!
Except for the throne, the rest of the underground hall is dark and gloomy. The shadows that Alice can use are everywhere. In addition, most miracles have difficulty defending against shadows. Harvey's offensive power at this time can be said to be the best in the funeral.
But this geographical advantage is still insignificant under the crushing of absolute strength.
The dense gunshots, the blazing white flames, the attacks of the Sanctuary magicians instantly annihilated the shadow torrent. Even the most ordinary attacks, with the blessing of the Space Sanctuary, also had miraculous destructive power.
The moment they fought back, Alice dived into the shadows to avoid the counterattack. At the same time, gunshots were heard from the other side. A handsome blue-haired young man ran and jumped among the legendary magicians, and his double guns played like music boxes. Even if the frost bullets could not break the sanctuary, the blooming white mist could still block their vision.
Pancake’s self-created miracle is also his exclusive miracle – melting!
The older he appears, the more frost magic he can gain, raising his combat power to three-wing level!
Igula suddenly looked at the Sword Saint who was drawing his sword, then the Sword Saint aimed at An Nan and slashed from a distance, but the Sword Saint behind him suddenly shattered, as if he had killed himself!
"The target of the attack of the Holy Land magician was instantly changed... It was the three-winged psychic magic spirit." An Nan exclaimed: "You should have only been to the Faraway Space once, and you actually gained this?"
"I got help from a swordsman and luckily gained something from the adventure." Igula was so weak that he had to lean against the wall. "I didn't expect that there would be good people among the magicians."
"You are very lucky to get help on your first trip to the Far Side of the Sky."
"I didn't take advantage of him for nothing. He asked me how to get along with his quarrelsome brother, and I provided him with many good suggestions." Igula said, "And if I'm lucky, I won't end up here to accompany you into hell."
Even though Zangyi and his group seemed to be able to barely resist the attacks of the Sanctuary magicians, it was because they were relying on the protection of the hostages - those legendary magicians who were sitting still.
Legendary magicians have almost no reaction to the outside world, but everyone can see that they have a close relationship with the gods, and this relationship is almost obvious at a glance - they are the energy sinks of the gods.
In the past, everyone believed that the Gospel was a system operated by the Omniscient Lord Weaver himself. However, after seeing the scene in the underground hall, Zang Yi and the others realized that the Gospel Kingdom did not rely on any God or Emperor, but were all miracles created by the working people.
The Gospel, this great miracle that covers the whole country and is popular among all people, which can be regarded as the cornerstone of civilization, is the common achievement of all legendary magicians from ancient times to the present who have served as fuel! It is because they burn themselves day and night to drive the gods that the Gospel can travel the earth and shine on all living beings!
As for whether these legendary magicians were forced or brainwashed, everyone has their own guesses, but Igula believes that they are not, they are resources.
For these legendary magicians who stand at the pinnacle of mortals, studying divine knowledge and building the Angel Staircase is probably the only way to fill the emptiness in their hearts.
Increase their desires, give them what they need, this is a win-win deal, the gods can operate because of their dedication, they can peek into the higher level scenery because of the gods. However, even as an energy sink, they are taking great risks - the gods are so vast, and their wills have been assimilated and dissolved when they are close to the gods.
In Igula's eyes, even though these legendary magicians have different appearances and ages, there is no noise that can be called "personality" in their minds. There is only one voice: gospel.
By the way, the Sanctuary magicians who are currently fighting with Funeral also have this sign of "noise reduction" - their emotional fluctuations are pitifully low, just like the originally strange stones that are gradually carved into the same crafts. When they become legendary magicians, they will definitely become the next generation of energy tanks.
However, if they were deceived by the gospel, it would be too much of a disrespect for magicians. Not to mention how much help they got from the gospel, if there was no gospel, most people here would have no hope of advancing to the legendary level.
And they could have chosen not to come to Nabistim, and they would certainly have guessed the truth of the gospel, but since they were here, they had to bear the consequences of their choice.
At this moment, Igula suddenly remembered Annan's words: "All the choices you make are the paths arranged for you by the gospel, and you don't even realize this... Only those who can choose are human beings, and those who blindly follow are just insects."
The Trickster shook his head and turned his gaze back to the battlefield in the underground hall.
In any case, it was precisely because of these legendary magician energy bars that Zang Yi and his team were able to survive until now. The Sanctuary magicians did not dare to attack the legendary magicians, not because the legendary magicians were fragile - in fact, if they could hold the legend hostage and harm it, An Nan and his team would have done so long ago - the Sanctuary magicians were more like not wanting to 'disturb' the legends who were concentrating on their work.
An Nan and his team could only rely on the legendary magicians to build a defense line and could not further use these strategic weapons. The legendary body has a layer of holy land that is completely attached to the body. Unless the legendary magic power is exhausted, it is impossible to touch the legendary body.
But that’s all they can do.
The sanctuary magicians blocked the only passage, and the ten sanctuary magicians were not in a hurry at all, and slowly wasted time with them. The melting of the pancake had a time limit, and Harvey's "cold fire" state lasted for a long time and he couldn't exert his strength. After Igula used the three-wing magic spirit once, his magic power was exhausted again, and Annan's combat power was only two wings - at her age, a two-wing magician was already very powerful. If Igula and Harvey hadn't obtained the seven-colored tail feathers, their combat power would not be able to catch up with Annan!
Their injuries were increasing, and defeat was only a matter of time.
"Come to think of it," Igula said, "their only target is Annan, right?"
"That's right," An Nan said calmly, "So you have to die to protect me."
"If it was Ash, he would definitely not implicate us."
"Yes, that's why I like him." An Nan said, "But if it was Ash, you wouldn't give up on him either."
"Pancake——"
"If you can persuade Banji to live alone, I'm willing to let you go." Zi Feiying said with a smile: "It would be a bit lonely if only Banji and I went to hell. And if it were you, knowing that you were going to die, would you drag others to hell to linger for a while, or just die cleanly?"
The trickster suddenly asked, "What if the person here is Ash?"
"Whatever you choose, I will choose."
Igula sighed helplessly and stood up. "One last question before I die - if everything could be done over again, would you listen to the warning of the gospel?"
"It's already dark all around, how can a moth not fly into the fire?" An Nan said as he changed the magazine: "But at least I can use the Tongue of Liberation to help him get rid of some of his troubles in advance."
"In this case, he wouldn't have to face—"
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--leave.
Ash reached out to hug, but only hugged half of Liz.
The sniper bullet from the Sanctuary tore the tiny body in half.
His heart was also torn apart.
Divide into two.
Liz was blown away by the wind. She stretched out her hand through the rain, as if asking Ash for a hug.
Ash simply dropped his sword, ignoring the attacks from all directions, his hand stretched out to the point of nearly dislocating, as if the only reason he had kept it until now was to stop her from leaving.
leave.
Don't leave.
Don't leave me.
Hydrotherapy, Rekindle, Recast, Love and Sword, Mechanization, Super Regeneration, Hundred-year Tree Man, Clay Immortal… Dozens of healing miracles of different factions popped up in Ash's mind, each of which could heal the injuries of the broken body, and each of which could save Liz's life. He had suffered more serious injuries than this in Broken Lake Prison, and as long as the treatment was timely, the skin would be even better than before.
This is a world full of miracles. There is still time for everything. The meaning of miracles is to make up for regrets!
His sight followed his palm through the rain curtain, and he saw Liz's lips humming, as if to say "don't be afraid".
Then he saw the space around Liz collapsing, as if a vortex had appeared.
Liz was sucked in.
His palm grabbed nothing, because his movements were too twisted, and he was thrown out by the Yafeikong motorcycle. The motorcycle flew into the end of this journey, the parking lot connected to the Azure Drive, and collided with other hovercrafts; while Ash stayed on the bridge, thrown back to the city of gods, and stopped forever before the finish line.
There were only 1.5 family members on the cold ground covered with rainwater.
Space teleportation.
He recognized it.
Although the Sanctuary Magicians are proficient in the field of space development, it is still difficult to perform temporary space teleportation of living beings. They either need to seek assistance from other magic spirits, such as the cold light of the Sanctuary Spear; or simply teleport inanimate objects, such as bullets.
If no coordinates are specified, the living creature will either be torn apart by the turbulence of space or teleported to any possible location, such as the sky above a hundred meters or the soil in the underground layer.
The feeling of space teleportation is more terrifying than being washed in a washing machine. Liz must be so uncomfortable that she wants to cry, right?
For some reason, such an inappropriate thought suddenly popped up in Ash's mind.
He struggled to get up, and the sanctuaries surrounded him silently. The half of the doll's body that was being drenched by the rain and was like cotton coming out of it was propped up by the spear, and the cotton scattered and the doll broke into pieces.
"Don't be afraid, the noise has been eliminated." The Holy Domain said, "Now we will welcome Ya Yin back to the palace."
"No."
Ash's murmur came out in the rain: "There is nothing to be afraid of anymore."
He suddenly stretched out his hand and cut towards the neck of Spear Sanctuary, holding the spear with his left hand. Suddenly, a substitute appeared from above and kicked down. At the same time, the extremely fast attacks from three directions made Spear Sanctuary only have time to open his sanctuary, but it was cut open by Ash's hand knife, and even his throat was cut open by the boiling anger!
Fist and Claw faction.
Angry sword.
When the Spear Sanctuary covered his neck and left the battlefield to heal, the other Sanctuaries launched a siege without hesitation. Ash grabbed the wrist of the Sword Sanctuary on the left and controlled his long sword to cut through the earthen wall that was tying Ash's legs. Then he activated the "Sword Body Barrier" to block several bullets and melee attacks, and successfully seized the sword at the moment the barrier was broken, leaving a space ink mark.
Sword faction.
Heart pen.
Sword body barrier.
The Fist and Claw Sanctuary that was attacking Ash suddenly froze for a second, and was gently brought by Ash to the shooting area of the Gunnery Sanctuary. All six bullets bloomed with great satisfaction and showed their value, hitting the body of a Sanctuary.
Time faction.
The magic of seizing seconds.
With one sword, Ash pierced the core of the miracle waterfall, and the scattered water flow shot at the surrounding sanctuary like bullets, completely destroying their siege formation; guiding the attack direction of the destructive light, destroying the chain vines on the ground that were trying to imprison him.
Water magic faction.
Light faction.
After a fierce battle, Ash turned around and saw that the Sanctuary magicians were still densely packed in front of him. They seemed to be more numerous than the rain in the sky, completely covering Ash's sky.
The light of the street lamp is no longer warm, and the ground under the rain has only mocking laser guidance words: