Chapter 141 141. Transition and Victory
On the clean and soft bed.
The sleeping girl frowned slightly, with cold sweat on her forehead.
That afternoon, she and her father were walking on the street.
Just came back from the opera and am about to return to my home in the north of the city.
As I walked, everyone around me disappeared, even my father disappeared.
The fog suddenly rose and enveloped the surroundings.
She looked around in panic, hoping to find her father.
At some point, a huge figure covered in a black robe stood quietly in front of him.
He was like a legendary giant, nearly three meters tall.
She couldn't help but feel fear in her heart, and fell backwards to the ground. When she tried to escape, He would appear in front of her no matter what.
“You can’t escape.”
"It's not time to pick the fruits yet. We have to find a way."
"Don't let anyone find out."
"It must not be discovered."
“She’s mine.”
"I want her now."
"Give me your face."
Countless voices lingered in my ears again and again, and every sentence was clear, as if they were firmly engraved in the depths of my memory and never faded even after the passage of time.
The so-called love story is just a lie. The sleeping girl struggled to turn over.
Central Continent, Hall of Legends.
Light and shadow flow on the blank rock wall.
Soon, it attracted the attention of the guard.
As the melodious bells rang, more and more people gathered under the rock wall.
Colorful elements come together to form a dynamic picture.
It started with a group of soldiers besieging a tall black shadow, and then the black shadow raised his hand to send the soldiers flying. Again and again. As powerful as despair. Behind the black shadow were countless transparent giant hands swaying and stretching out, as well as a vague outline.
"It's that heretic," the white-haired old man murmured.
"Who!" asked the young man on the side.
"It's indescribable. His strength is very likely to be heard." The old man stared at the mural.
"Almost a god?" The young man's pupils dilated slightly.
“In the past two hundred years, he has challenged the spellcaster army of the Franlan Magic Kingdom, causing heavy casualties, slaughtered the armies of the Holy See several times, and killed the genius of the True Dragon clan. He is hailed as the pinnacle legend, and his every move is locked by the spiritual murals.” The old man saw the young man waving his hand to attack the black shadow, and shook his head slowly with a gloomy face.
The next second, something unexpected happened.
There were successive explosions around the black shadow, and then endless flames fell from the sky. The flames were like divine punishment, burning violently and could not be extinguished.
The black shadow's robe fell off, and the terrifying figure gradually rose into the sky.
As this "incredible" scene appeared, a string of numbers appeared on each shadow, indicating the age.
The black shadow is 457, and the young man is 21. The onlookers were shocked. Who could have thought that a young man could push the evil legend to this point.
If the murals were not absolutely accurate, no one would have thought this was possible.
The brief scene came to an abrupt end.
The mural has limited capabilities and can only capture part of the image.
"Sir, do you think they can win?" The old man asked the manager of the Hall of Legends, a beautiful woman in a white robe with a dignified and holy appearance.
"Impossible, only the strongest can deal with him now." The beautiful woman said in a firm tone.
A battle in the sky! Evelyn puts all her efforts into it!
Stable output at all costs.
She was sure that the power of each explosion was beyond the third-level Pyroblast! She launched a crazy offensive, chasing the enemy.
The figures and heights of both sides continued to penetrate the clouds until they reached the sky, thousands of meters high.
After hundreds of explosions, Evelyn consumed all the stock in Lowe's space backpack.
The result was that the opponent's many hidden cards were revealed, and he was successfully dealt a heavy blow to the opponent.
"Next, it's my turn to play my trump card. Come out, angel of glory! Fight with me!"
Evelin took out a piece of gold foil paper with words written on it and poured her spiritual power into it. The words on it quickly disappeared, and the gold foil dissipated into golden dots.
Endless light condensed into a human-shaped silhouette with wings on its back, holding two huge swords.
People often compare the combat power of angels and true dragons. In fact, angels are half a level higher than true dragons, and glorious angels are even of standard legendary strength.
The faceless man's shattered body struggled to recover, constantly shedding flesh and blood to avoid continuous burning and causing greater damage. His figure had shrunk several times, only a little over two meters. "Run away."
"Don't fight them now."
"Stop fighting! Come back for revenge after you recover!"
"Let's go!"
"Why are you leaving? You are an evil legend, the embodiment of terror. Kill them."
"Don't go back to the academy!"
Countless consciousnesses conflicted in his mind, and he had no chance to think. He screamed in pain, trying to warn the approaching enemies.
The Glorious Angel's twin swords cut off the transparent giant arm, and with one powerful blow, they struck the center of His body. Countless illusory silhouettes struggled to escape, and vanished in the sunlight in the blink of an eye.
One sword, then another.
The Glorious Angel hates evil so much that every strike of his sword is extremely heavy and without any reservation.
The huge mental repulsive force pushed the glorious angel away.
A roaring electric dragon saw the opportunity and attacked.
His shattered body was penetrated by the electric current.
"It's over! It's over. I told you not to listen to me."
"Carol, you have come to this day, you deserve it the most, hahahahaha"
"Finally, I'm free."
"I haven't lost yet!"
His consciousness returned to normal, and everything in his eyes seemed to freeze.
Time slowed down enough that one could sense the setting sun. Both the Glorious Angel and Evelyn seemed to be standing still.
My thoughts raced. "So that's how it is. This is the only explanation. No wonder. The closer I get to this place, the less I can think rationally."
"An ancient being far more evil than me sealed my consciousness and forcibly manipulated it to produce such absurd results."
"It's ridiculous that I would be forced to this point by a child."
Carol slowly raised her hand, her fingers facing the approaching blade of the Radiant Angel.
The dark red light enveloped the Glorious Angel, and in just a blink of an eye, the Glorious Angel's body shattered.
Finger of Death! Evelin was almost frightened to the point of falling from the sky. This was a spell that was said to wipe out the body and soul. Countless strong men in history had fallen under this move.
Being able to use it in this situation, the opponent's strength is close to that of a god.
“Oops, what should I do now? I definitely can’t get the remaining backup!” Evelyn nervously distanced herself from the other party. When she was at a loss, the faceless man’s body suddenly broke into pieces: “Has he reached his limit?”
"I won?" Evelyn stopped quietly in mid-air, feeling the thoughts locked in her mind disappear, still unable to believe it.
She became more alert and waited where she was without making any rash moves until a quarter of an hour later, when she turned back.
Riding the magic broom, he rushed to the spiritual coordinates of Fort Fulin, broke through the clouds, and waved vigorously to everyone.
The battle thus came to an end.
(End of this chapter)
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