The inheritance of King Xin has passed through this century-long night.
People struggling in the dark are respectable and sad.
Even though he was about to inherit King Xin's power and become one of the top human beings in the world, Wu Hui still had some doubts in his heart.
Does this really make sense?
Although his will is extremely firm, although his wisdom is extremely high.
But there is still no way for humans to survive.
Does it really mean much to inherit the flame and linger on for decades? Can humans really survive until the next era of inheritance?
His reason told him that no matter what, if he passed on the inheritance and allowed mankind to survive, the chance of a turning point would always be higher. He suppressed his emotional frustration and confusion and continued to accept the inheritance.
But Wu Hui's heart skipped a beat, as if he sensed something bad had happened.
At this time, Ren Yin was using himself as bait to lure the Black King to the Tower of the Sun. Lin Qingwen carried her on her back and served as a means of transportation until she fully recovered.
The Black King followed him. He seemed to see something, but then he followed him very enthusiastically.
A black light fell, and another group of doomsday cultists were promoted to level ten. Under the siege of these people, Lin Qingwen escorted Ren Yin to the Sun Tower, but she died leaning against the door under the attack of darkness.
Ren Yin, who was alone, dragged his remaining body, wiped his face, and continued to the core area of the Tower of the Sun to prepare various props.
The Black King arrived at the Tower of the Sun: "If I die, a new Black King will appear immediately. But if you die, mankind will permanently lose a king-level strongman. So even if I see the future of dying together, I will never look back." five
Ren Yin shot him in the head. His expression was colder than usual.
The surrounding sun debris and burning firewood glowed. In the hands of the Black King, dark power gathered and turned into countless spikes.
The next moment, light lit up in the Tower of the Sun.
After the darkness in the second-generation Black King was dispelled, the previous consumption and damage suffered burst out at once, and he was on the verge of death in an instant.
Another bullet came and hit the Black King in the head.
Ren Yin's figure loomed in the darkness.
Several holes were stabbed into her body. The blood flowed very slowly and seemed to have dried up.
Without the core of the Black King, the remaining doomsday cultists also died. Ren Yin wanted to raise his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, but he could no longer lift it up.
The gun fell to the ground.
Wu Hui from Xinwang City felt a tightness in his chest again.
The inheritance is not over yet, but a new Black King suddenly appears outside the city. The Soul King mumbled something unknown, but finally stepped forward to greet him.
The whole world is fighting for this inheritance.
Wu Hui could not let this process be let down no matter what.
King Xin: "Oh, I just saw something."
"..." Wu Hui also saw it.
The inheritance was coming to an end and he could see what was happening where the fire was burning.
That is the direction of the bright front.
A zone where reality and dreams combine unfolds under the dark sky. The dark sky seemed to be purified a small area.
The combination of Liu Dangren's light and Du Ziming's dream-correcting reality seems to have produced some special effect. This can purify the darkness and probably go unnoticed. At least on a small scale, humanity can see light in the darkness.
This may be the hope for the future of mankind.
The Soul King and the third Black King went to war. Under the siege of five clones, he would not be killed, but it seemed difficult to accomplish.
And Wu Hui finally reached the last step of inheritance.
That was King Xin's last memory, and it was one that he paid deep attention to and presented quietly in front of Wu Hui.
The young King Xin came to the Sun God.
At this time, the entire world is covered in darkness, and destruction and death are everywhere.
After death, the sun god needs to sleep for many years, and he has to choose a
People come to inherit their own power and maintain human existence.
He asked King Xin: "Are you willing to burn your life, memory, wisdom, will, and everything else to maintain the flame and pass on my power?"
The past and his expectations for the future flashed before King Xin's eyes.
But he didn't hesitate, stretched out his hand to catch the flame: "Okay."
Time returns to the present.
King Xin is no longer a boy.
Everything about him has burned out.
Flames gathered on Wu Hui and a sword in front of him.
The body under the armor had only disappeared, but King Xin sat there, as if he still had something to ask and some answer to wait for.
Wu Hui holds the flaming sword.
"good."
So King Xin's armor was completely extinguished, and a new flame burned. Wu Hui put on the armor and sat on the throne.
The flames burned in his hands, but they were not burning. Instead, it felt a little warm.
He turned the flame into a spear and threw it.
The third-generation Black King, who fought neck and neck with the Soul King, was directly pierced and nailed to the ground. The Soul King did not miss this opportunity, and cooperated with Wu Hui to immediately extract the soul of the third generation Black King and activate the death spell. The loss of two clones resulted in his downfall.
Within a few days, three generations of the Black King died in a row.
In order to survive, human civilization has exploded with amazing power.
Cordell, who was retreating with his men, looked at the young people around him. Of course, he was also very young. Many young and middle-aged people also died in the previous battles to break out. Just to keep their fire.
Ren Yin seemed to feel the flames burning when she was dying, but she could no longer speak.
The bright front finally broke out from the siege of darkness under the leadership of Liu Dangren. They took a step back, but they believe they will come back here in the future.
The Witch King held the Dream King who died after offering his dream, and learned about his daughter's death through the crow.
He was sad but said nothing for a while.
The new Dream King, Du Ziming looked at the power he had, and then looked at Liu Dangren next to him. He was thinking about how to use the new dream power in the future.
"The intensity of the dark power is declining." Liu Dangren said, "It seems to have returned to the way it was before the destruction of the second sun."
"Oh, that's pretty good." Du Ziming smiled: "It's always dark. It's so boring. I can finally get some light in the future."
The death of successive Black Kings did seem to have an effect on the dark forces, so much so that the fourth Black King didn't appear for a long time.
The old king, the white king, the dream king, the black king, the salary king...
Only two of the former Seven Kings remain, the Soul King and the Witch King. But a new king emerges. They will continue to lead humanity forward in this long night.
Wu Hui sat on King Xin's throne, feeling the emergence of sadness and hope.
Perhaps many years later, this group of people will also die, fail, and burn out. Everything they do will turn to dust.
but……
but……
The long night, passing the fire from generation to generation
The embers remain.
