A huge black hole appeared on the horizon of Xumingjiao. The huge hull of the Black Emperor emerged beside the black hole. At this time, standing on the bow of the Black Emperor was the man wearing a crow mask.
Mr. "Snake".
"To borrow an old saying from the Dragon Dynasty, help people to the end and send Buddha to the West."
"Now that I have been tied to this pirate ship by that old woman Della, in order to prevent the ship from blowing up completely, I can only take action at a risk."
Mr. "Snake" was chanting and shaking something similar to a bell in his hand. While he was talking, the cup-shaped shadow behind him was also condensing.
"When all the dust settles, I must ask about the internal situation of Panditmaninan. I wonder if my only relative still remains in the annexed former residence." Mr. Snake's last sentence When he finished speaking, the cup-shaped shadow behind him had also condensed. The huge Black Emperor seemed to be protected by some invisible spiritual power, and it hit the scarlet heart at an unimaginable speed. passed.
The few scarlet ribbons surrounding the heart were unable to withstand such a strong impact, and they all spread out, leaving the red heart in the center completely exposed to the Black Emperor.
"Boom!!!" Under the impact carrying the power of Hongtian's soul, the accumulation of power in the beating red heart was interrupted, and a large number of scarlet notes scattered, forming an astonishing explosion on the spot.
"Is it over?" Plisson, who had exhausted his extraordinary power, looked at the explosion in the sky. Logically speaking, after suffering such a violent attack, it was basically impossible to survive.
but
"Chaos God"... itself is an existence beyond common sense. Pleasant opened his Eyes of Origin, and in the smoke and dust of the explosion, he could still see the scarlet energy gathering, and the target of this energy had always been himself, and it had not changed.
"Bang!" The scarlet energy group turned into a bright stream of light, emerged from the smoke and dust of the explosion, and rushed towards Plissen in the sky not far away.
At this time, Plissen no longer had the extra energy to flap his wings and move at high speed. The moving speed of the shadow is far slower than Pleasant's flying speed, and even if Pleasant had the energy to turn into a shadow, he probably wouldn't be able to avoid the current stream of light.
Just as Pleasant relied on his own defense and recovery ability to take the blow, a dazzling light flashed in front of Pleasant's eyes, and then bursts of burning sensation hit him, and an extremely blazing fireball blocked Pleasant's attack. In front of Lissen, he completely resisted the scarlet stream of light coming quickly for Lissen.
"Pure blazing fire... Field?" Plisson looked at the blazing fireball in front of him in surprise. Amid the bursts of burning sensation, he seemed to be back to where he was before. Pandhimaninan witnessed the blazing fire that burned the sky.
"This is Nanming Lihuo. My name is Zhuque, not Field." A slightly immature voice came out from the blazing fireball, and the words fell to the ground with a wave of heat.
"I won't explain any more. It's more important to deal with the chaotic god in front of me. This is when he is at his weakest. If we don't kill him quickly, we will be in trouble when he recovers." The voice in the fireball came out again. After he finished his last sentence, the huge fireball condensed into the shape of a bird in the air, carrying bursts of flowing fire, and rushed towards the heart of Luan Shen, who was not completely dead.
The scarlet ribbon rose into the sky again, trying to stop the blazing firebird, but under the gentle waving of Suzaku's red wings, the scarlet ribbon immediately ignited and hung weakly in the air.
Seeing Suzaku's attack, the mutilated Luan Shen Xin, who was hit by the Black Emperor, leaned back as much as possible, as if trying to avoid the burning Nanming Lihuo on the opponent's body.
But his speed couldn't be faster than the high-speed flying Suzaku. In an instant, the scarlet heart ignited with blazing fire. His already broken shell began to fester, and his enthusiastic body stopped beating.
Brilliant fire shot into the sky, and the scarlet heart was shattered. In an unwilling roar and a heavy sigh, the scarlet heart was reduced to ashes together with the broken body of the chaos god around it.
The symphony of war that plunged the entire Void Corner into chaos no longer sounded, and people began to regain their senses from the madness.
They looked at each other confusedly, as if they didn't know why they were involved in an unprovoked dispute.
"It's over, it's really over." Pleasant looked at everything that happened in front of him, and his tense mind finally relaxed.
He glanced at the deep pit at the corner of the street in the distance, flapped his only wings, and flew slowly to the bottom of the pit.
"Brother Jaylen, brother Jaylen, are you okay? Can your body be reorganized?" Plisson said worriedly as he looked at Jarender, whose head was still intact but whose body had turned into countless shadow fragments.
"...God's envoy...sir, transfer...the 'loan' in your body to me. I...feel...I can do it again." Rescue him." Jarend's remaining head voice said feebly.
"Transfer... transfer... how to transfer? Do I need to enter the password?" At this time, with the blessing of super self-healing power, Plissen's previously punctured eardrum has recovered. In fact, His eardrums had been able to recover in previous battles, but in order not to cause negative effects, Pleasant deliberately slowed down the recovery rate of his eardrums.
Pleasant looked at the dying Jarende and was worried for a moment. The previous transfer was carried out by Jarende, and Pleasant had no idea about the specific operation process.
"Put...your hands...on my body and try...to...transmit the power of shadow." Jarend's voice was very hoarse as he described the transfer method. At this time, he had already His previous calm and calm look was gone, his eyes were slightly closed, as if he was about to fall asleep at any moment.
"Brother Jaylen, don't close your eyes. Don't close your eyes. If you try to fall asleep, you may never be able to open your eyes again. Promise me, don't die. Aren't we still going to Albany?" As Lison spoke, he did as Jerlend said, conveying the power of shadow to his mutilated body. Although the other party was the archbishop of the fallen sect, he saved his life after all, and later treated Lison How helpful.
If it hadn't been for that strike of Golden Holy Judgment that Jerlend used all his strength to unleash, I'm afraid Chaos God wouldn't have been defeated so easily.
If Jarend really died here because of helping him, I'm afraid Plisson's heart would always feel guilty.
"...Albany...do you promise...to go to Albany with me?" Jerlend opened his eyes as if he was having a flashback, and his weak hearing seemed to be interested in this place name only. In response, he spat out a few words with great difficulty.
"I promise you, I will go to Albany with you." Plisson nodded repeatedly when he saw that Jarende was improving.
After hearing the word Albany, Jarend seemed to be hanging slowly with a breath, and his eyes remained half-open, not completely closed.
As Pleasant gradually conveyed the power of shadow, Jarend's aura gradually became smoother, and his shattered body was reorganizing at an extremely slow speed.
As a shadow with golden lines was introduced into Jarend's body, Jarend's life was completely revived. Although most of his body was still in shadow, he was no longer in danger of his life at this time.
"Finally..." Plisson, who had been delivering the power of shadow to Jarende, breathed a sigh of relief, but as
"Loan" was withdrawn from his body, and an extremely weak feeling flooded into his body. His low-level legend's body has been overloaded for too long. The reason why he can keep fighting is entirely because
The perfect unity achieved before by "Loan", the Blood of Mammon, and the Sin Pattern of Greed provided strong enough support.
If Pleasantby were made into a house, then these three things would be the three pillars supporting the house, and one of them would be indispensable. If one of the pillars collapses, then the house will naturally not be able to support it.
Pleasant only felt dizzy in his mind, and a strong sense of fatigue and sleepiness surged into his heart. Maybe it's time for him to take a break.
Pleasant staggered and fell into the pit, his eyes closed, as if he had fallen into a long sleep.
As he drowsed, Pleasant heard Jarend's voice in his ear.
"Master God Envoy, Master God Envoy, don't fall asleep. You won't be able to wake up from your sleep."
"Lord Angel, open your eyes. Didn't you say you're going to Albany? Wake up."
"Lord God's Envoy..."......
