It would be difficult for Lin Yi to carry the entire Eternal Night by himself. Carrying night curtains is inherently more dangerous, and night curtains are less damaged by the Black Death.
So Wu Hui provided some help.
The night watchman was dispatched.
The black king piece moves out.
Then the sun debris also came out.
Everyone spreads the load together, and the pressure is suddenly reduced a lot. Lin Yi rarely smiled. He closed his eyes and felt the darkness that had been with him all his life.
Night, night.
I cursed you, I fought with you, but I could never get rid of your entanglement.
It seems that even those born from the darkness cannot escape your entanglement in the end. But I can be your master!
Lin Yi was tricked by Eternal Night all his life, and now he finally turned around. The flames on his body protected his mind, and together with Wu Hui's chess piece, he shared the power of darkness.
When he couldn't hold on anymore, Wu Tong would come over and steal one, and he would throw the stolen power forward and collide with the enemy.
Queen Bee Wu Tong's hand was pricked with needles, and different divine powers were injected into it. Divine power has been the nemesis of darkness since ancient times, and most of the worshiped gods have the function of dispelling darkness and bringing light.
So in a sense, Wu Tong has a special attack on these black death skin flakes.
Qi Shanlin completed control of the time circle, disappeared from the place, and returned to the past. Lin Yi, Hei Wang, and the night watchmen began to load faster.
Everyone works together to swallow up the eternal night.
Eternal Night actually has no subjective malice. As darkness, it is normal to bring darkness and the destruction that comes with darkness. Although the source of its energy is the Black Death, there really is no concept of malice in Eternal Night.
After all, good and evil are concepts that intelligent creatures only have in a civilized society. Eternal night is like a natural law. You can't say that the typhoon deliberately blew the roof of your house. That would be too presumptuous.
But this does not mean that Lin Yi will let go of him.
In a sense, he is the kind of ruthless person who is affected by disaster and is determined to eliminate it.
What an incredible goal, but now he has succeeded! Lin Yi can be said to be worth his time. He has truly become the master of this darkness, a curse that cannot be escaped.
One hand grasped the black sword hilt, and the other hand grasped the pistol formed by combining his own will and sun debris.
Lin Yi stood in the darkness and shot bright bullets.
Zhou Yang: "Next."
Crazy-Eyed Ace and the inheritors moved forward collectively, and Wu Hui threw two Witch King chess pieces. Balls of light fell one after another in the sky. Each light ball contains countless small light balls. Light balls of large and small sizes formed a tree pattern and fell down.
This is the origin of the evil god's knowledge, and the light ball represents knowledge.
The Inheritors, as well as Ace, are all people with a lot of useful knowledge, but most of them eventually died because they had too much contaminated knowledge.
Because of this, they have become accustomed to the pollution of knowledge, plus the sharing of three Witch Kings (a clone of Wu Hui himself, a Witch King chess piece snatched from Lin Shiyun, and a witchcraft shadow chess piece). The ball of light was slowly swallowed by everyone.
The crumbs of the Black Death's power are growing. Wu Hui narrowed his eyes when he saw it. These things that were equivalent to Black Death dander actually had eleven levels of combat effectiveness.
It's really terrifying to have one hand with combat power that may surpass that of a servant of the devil.
Wu Hui frowned and thought for a long time, but could not think of a way to deal with this enemy. No wonder the Collector’s death requires the joint action of countless civilizations in the starry sky and your strong men, and also requires the intervention of two demon gods.
Can it be reproduced this time? Speaking of which, are collectors really dead?
It can be said openly that Wu Hui has always wanted to eliminate the Black Death. The troubles caused by other demon gods are quite bearable, after all, they won't affect too many people. Only the Black Death could cause tens of thousands of people to suffer casualties, and it would take hundreds or tens of millions to make it happy.
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To the death of hundreds of millions or billions, it must do it if it has the chance.
Such an existence threatens you at all times, making all players who think the appearance of the devil is okay realize how unfriendly this thing is.
Like this time, fighting against a derivative of the power of the Black Death, Wu Hui felt that it would not have been successful if it hadn't been for the support of the playwright behind it.
After all, there was no arrangement by the playwright, so how could he and Wu Tong, the two most suitable people to help the legendary investigator control the power of the evil god, appear here? If there is any demon who is the strongest at playing with time and destiny, it must be the playwright, and even the card players are not as good as him.
Maybe it has the ability to write things down with a pen and make them come true.
The chess pieces, clones, inheritors and Aces have completed the control of the power of the origin of knowledge. Zhou Yang looked a little tired again: "Continue."
Next, Weiss took away half of the breeding nest and half of the death of all things. Wu Hui took away the remaining power of the breeding nest and planned to merge it with his summons to form the core of the insect swarm or something like that. Wu Tong stole the part of Death of All Things, and a Death Scythe appeared in her hand.
Orson used the power of lurking chaos to carry the nameless gray mist.
Ivan's ax is covered with burning morning light, and his body is loaded with extremely cold frost and snow.
Cursed Lecturer combined with Catastrophic Meteor.
Mark the materialist and the saints suppress the song of the universe.
The dream king's chess pieces cooperate with the orphan to conquer the last nightmare. Pharaoh, Li Cheng, and Endless Sea of Trees worked together to eliminate the immortal sacred tree and the source of desolation.
Many of the evil gods' powers were scattered, and they all became Wu Tong's food.
She was also a little tired. The debris of the Black Death had slowly gathered, and now there was a thirteenth level, seven twelveth level, and thirteen eleventh level. Wu Hui's summons and the heroic spirits who had swallowed the power of the evil god surrounded him.
There is one last evil god left, the soul master who is suspected to be the master and playwright's vest.
Wu Hui stopped.
This evil god directly resurrected in Zhou Yang's body, and the two sides began to compete for the dominance of consciousness, but in the end, the effect of the Crown of Thorns was superior.
"It's definitely not possible to keep fighting. For the Black Death, this is not a waste." Qi Shanlin said.
Li Cheng: "We will retreat directly with the heroic spirits and the population that can be saved by going back in time."
"Where to evacuate?" Lin Yi turned to look at Wu Hui.
Wu Tong swept a sickle, and then the ice power combined with Wu Hui's frozen time and space: "Are there many other galaxies around? How many people can you take away?"
"..." Qi Shanlin calculated: "At most five million."
This is really not that much compared to the population of civilization. Wu Hui nodded and said that this person is not a problem. Moreover, he has the ability to transform the planet's environment. With the power of the evil god, creating a new home will not be a problem.
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