Chapter 763

It's all over.

When she left from the "special point", Yilin felt like she had a dream.

An unreal dream.

His cross district trip began and ended with miryn.

As if nothing had changed.

This is not a trial. There is no beginning, no return, only the end.

Yilin didn't get any obvious promotion or reward. It seems that nothing has changed.

But what Irene knew was that someone stayed there forever.

When Irene opened her eyes again.

It was pitch black.

He was still burning with blood.

The bloody light dispelled the darkness around and made Yilin barely distinguish that he was in an empty underground cave.

"Crash --"

Overhead, there is a cave. The turbulent water flows down like a waterfall.

The experience in Urumqi was only a few days, but too many things happened, which made Yilin feel as if it had been a few months.

He recalled that he had been sucked into the singularity by a door.

Yilin felt a sharp pain coming from his chest.

A rusty chain ran through his chest.

If it had been before, he would not have recognized the chain.

But after the first World War in Urumqi, Yilin spent a few seconds to distinguish the unique texture on the rusty chain by the blood light from his body.

He recognized it.

"It's enqidu!?"

Yilin's face was expressionless and his palm broke the chain in front of his chest.

At the moment, this chain doesn't contain any magic. It seems to be just a rusty chain that makes people easy to catch tetanus.

After breaking the chain, the wound on Yilin's chest healed quickly.

In addition to the chains under Yilin's feet, there are six other chains in the dark, extending to the depths of the darkness.

But at the end of the chain, there was no one.

Not even a body.

Yilin took a deep breath.

He felt a little pain in his chest.

That must be the pain from the wound.

Following the chain, Yilin came to the depths.

In the open underground cave, there was no other sound except the breath of Yilin and the sound of running water behind him.

Quiet, dead, desolate.

At the source of the chain, there is a skeleton.

A complete skeleton.

The skeleton was covered with a layer of fine powder.

In the powder, there is a faint rust color, which is the weathered armor.

Around the skeleton, there are green vines and moss all over the skeleton.

The complete skeleton was fixed in the posture of holding his hands high, and his legs were deeply pressed down. It seemed that he was carrying something on his shoulders before he died.

Every part of the skeleton is full of cracks.

The skeleton was actually broken long ago.

It was broken when he was alive.

But he remained intact.

Yilin opened his mouth and was silent.

The experience in the special point, bit by bit, flashed in my mind.

After calming down, Yilin combed quietly and gradually understood everything.

Everything, everything, everything.

Even the words of Gilgamesh, with a sneer and a joking tone, still lingered in his ears.

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"Of course I know. It's just a God."

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"Mankind will win!"

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"Please witness the future of Uruk."

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"Our will will will bring a real dawn to future generations!"

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"You said, bring us victory!"

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"Uruk, live here forever!"

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In silence.

Yilin suddenly showed a relieved smile.

"Rest in peace, Gilgamesh."

Yilin finished.

The strong and stubborn skeleton seemed to understand Yilin's words in an instant. The skeleton shook slightly and turned into vegetarian powder.

Yilin slapped it out, and a pit opened under his feet.

Yilin buried the earth, the bone powder everywhere, and the remains of tianzhisuo into the pit.

Gilgamesh and enqi were good friends.

Yilin buried them together and buried them together, which was a wish of Gilgamesh.

"Ao Jiao, what? You have a little eyesight. Who can't see that you and enqi have a good relationship."

Yilin swept again, the pit closed, and there was only a lonely mound left.

In the grave of the two days, the two make complaints about the sound.

In the end, Gilgamesh carried a city with his own strength.

With his human body, he resisted the falling force of the heavenly palace and protected the remaining women and children inside.

This is what Gilgamesh calls "fire".

His behavior has left precious kindling for the future five thousand years later.

For five thousand years, the human race thrived again.

"Not enough."

Today's human beings are not enough.

Yilin buried Gilgamesh's bones and whispered.

He finally understood who the real enemy of mankind was.

He also understood what the real disaster the world was about to face.

The apocalyptic knight is just the beginning.

Revelation does not mean the end.

When Yilin mourned silently in front of the grave.

There was a commotion over the cave.

A group of people slipped from the turbulent lake into the cave.

Among them, several of them were very tall, shining with magic light and floating down.

A woman with a black cat on her shoulder.

When they came to the grave, the black cat on the woman's shoulder made a sharp cry.

In addition to women and black cats, an acquaintance of Yilin came to the cave together.

It's familiar, but it's not so familiar.

One of the kings of the clock tower... Bathermero!

He is still a teenager.

But he looked old.

Except them.

There are also two old people with the same magic smell as bathermero.

Four kings!

The rest came here wearing clean magician robes.

It can be easily recognized from the texture of their clothes that these magicians are not of low grade.

Among them, there are even several "color scale" magicians.

"Why are you still alive!"

Barthemero clapped his hands on the wheelchair in the same surprise at the moment he saw Yilin, and his voice trembled.

It's impossible!

impossible!

Once the plan is successful, everyone who enters the special point will die!

Everyone will turn into the nutrient of the Holy Grail, so that the real Holy Grail is born!

Holy Grail, Holy Grail!

This is the treasure that many magicians pursue all their life.

But now it's gone!

If someone can come out alive, it means that the ceremony has failed!

"Shh."

Yilin is still in the state of [bloodthirsty disaster] skill maintenance.

He gently raised an index finger and stood at the edge of his mouth.

"Keep your voice down and don't disturb them."

After a brief shock.

The others reacted.

They are all "insiders" in the plan.

Even if it fails, so what?

Just do it again!

Everyone can afford to wait except barthemero!

But the reaction of Yilin made them feel a little strange.

Yilin's expression didn't look like a bluff.

Disturbed them?

Who disturbed?

You put it here to scare who!

"You --"

Nearby, there was a color scale magician who had long been unhappy with Yilin and repeatedly glared at Yilin in the library. At the same time, he also acted as a monitor. As soon as he glared, he said a word loudly and stopped suddenly.

The words in the back can't be said at all.

Yilin, who should have stood in front of the grave, did not know when he appeared behind the man.

"Click."

Yilin easily broke his neck.

"It's too noisy."

Yilin smiled.

His three circumference attributes have reached the level of breaking the lock.

He is a magician, but when his strength and agility reach a certain level, his performance in close combat is also frightening.

You can say so.

He is now both spiritual side, power side and agile side.

Now Yilin can be called "polygon warrior Lin".

I watched a high-level magician fall on his knees because his neck was broken. This scene made everyone present feel numb.

Only then did everyone think of one thing.

A very important thing that they ignored.

Erin stayed in the clock tower for a long time.

How long?

After a long time, everyone, including barthemero, only remembered that Yilin was a little black magician who was not good at learning.

But I forget that Yilin is a evil star that all guild giants are afraid to provoke in their own territory!

The president of the Apocalypse guild!

Yilin lowered his voice and raised his eyelids with no emotion in his eyes. He looked at bathermero, the elderly monarch in his wheelchair, and slowly raised his palm: "I have one last question."

The empty eyed monarch bathermero raised his head blankly, closed his lips and said nothing.

"Barthemero g Dylan... What does the middle name, G mean?"

Bathermero remained silent.

"Ghost?"

There were fluctuations in bathermero's eyes.

"I see."

Yilin nodded indifferently, swinging out square and round light arrays with both hands and wrists.

The light array condensed into a long knife like light and shadow in Yilin's hand.

The light and shadow were beautiful, and Yilin split it with one hand.

Barthemero, with a wheelchair, was stunned and divided into two parts.

"Ah ah --"

Some of the magicians witnessed the cruel scene.

Although they are proficient in various types of magic, they are still a lot worse when it comes to cruelty.

The magician who grew up in the clock tower has seen too little blood and fire, sadness and sorrow, and his heart is fragile.

Someone can't hold it.

Shaking his hands, he shot two "read bullets" at Yilin.

Biubiubiu——

The two reading bullets aimed very accurately, but they were finally bounced off by Yilin's forehead.

Man is a herd creature.

Some people started, others suddenly realized that they could not wait to die. So a strange scene appeared in the cave.

A group of people shook their fingers desperately, chanted a curse and shot at Yilin.

But they seem to have forgotten that they know more magic than the basic curse magic "read play".

"Why did you use the curse system?"

Yilin felt the dead skin on his forehead, ate more and more, and sighed helplessly.

His body was like a ghost. He passed by magicians. His heads were first broken from his neck, then flew high and fell heavily.

The strange black cat was so frightened that its pupils became round that it turned around and ran away.

"You don't think I didn't notice that you are the noumenon of the monarch."

Yilin had long been in the destruction wheel behind him. He shot out, slapped the cat on the cave wall and pasted it into a lump of cat like flesh and blood.

The scene was a little cruel.

Get the hint of chaos value and brush the screen madly in front of Yilin.

It's crazy.

Kill!!

Kill!

Kill

Kill.

Although Yilin is not proficient in magic, he is too familiar with the magician's set. Even the monarch needs a certain advance before starting the magic. Yilin just saw the other party raise his fingers. Before the magic engraving flashed, it went out directly and didn't give the other party a chance to make a big move.

Forty nine seconds later,

Yilin's eyes were covered with fragmented bodies.

"Call -"

Looking at the corpses on the ground, Yilin breathed a long breath.

So far.

The duration of [bloodthirsty disaster] is almost over.

It's hard for you to send yourself here.

Thanks a lot.

With gratitude, Yilin pulled these bodies to the edge of the cave and let them rot with the years.

He should have found something wrong with bathermero.

Yilin had an idea called "regret".

But sometimes, people always have to go through it before they can be wise afterwards, connect the causes and consequences, and figure out everything.

The collection of the clock tower introduces the deeds of many ancient families.

Only the einz Belen family.

Among the many kinds of magic, there is a rare magic with low success rate.

"Soul moving magic".

This kind of magic can transfer the soul and consciousness to another body at a great cost.

That sounds awesome, doesn't it?

But the price is that with the increase of the number of transfers, the soul will gradually decay, suffer from illness and pain all day, and die countless times worse than normal old death.

The monarch barthemero was probably a forefather of some einzbellen family.

His fanatical persistence has made him dormant so far and arranged everything.

Is it really just persistence?

Yilin doesn't think so.

Barthemero did not resist at all before he died.

It seems that the failure of the Holy Grail calling ceremony has frustrated him.

Yilin speculated that he might not live long without the Holy Grail.

Mileen's death, Uruk's demise, five thousand years later, the depression brought by everything Elaine has experienced in recent days has been relieved a lot with the 49 second killing.

He looked back at their graves. Yilin didn't intend to stay here too long and was ready to leave.

But right now.

Sudden change.

When he raised his head, he suddenly found that the turbulent falling Lake above his head had a strange silver glow at some time.

A pillar of light stole over the Lake Waterfall overhead and projected it, making the dark underground cave reflect a layer of bright silver.

This silver light, like the glow of metal, is not only particularly bright, but also faintly shows the air of killing like a peerless divine soldier.

Yilin was surprised and confused.

The silver light made him feel a palpitation and Teng began to rise.

Step, step, step.

From the darkness came the sound of their footsteps.

Two figures, out of the darkness.

Its footsteps are light, heavy, deep and shallow.

As they walked towards the silver light, their figure became clear.

One of them was a blonde woman in a simple black dress, with a delicate butterfly mask on her face.

The other is a man with a white shawl and hair and a bad smile on his face. Men wear exquisite magician robes. The style of robes is not unique to the clock tower. He followed the woman behind him. They seemed to regard Yilin with a sense of existence as transparent and went straight to the silver pillar of light.

"Hiss -"

The moment the woman approached.

Yilin's hair stood upright.

A cold chill rushed from head to foot, making Yilin feel like soaking in ice water for a moment.

No, to describe it more accurately, Yilin felt that at the moment when the woman approached, he suddenly had the illusion of walking barefoot in the sword mountain and sword sea. His skin was intact, and he was bound and whipped by countless blades and steel whips.

"Who are you?"

In surprise, Yilin raised his hand.

Now he is murderous and does not refuse anyone.

The woman suddenly didn't feel it and took a few steps towards the silver light column.

"Well, have something to say. I'm Merlin when I first met. I'm not a bad person... Ouch, I'm late."

The man who claimed to be Merlin showed a friendly smile. Just as he was about to make a round, he suddenly covered his face.

The blonde wearing a butterfly mask suddenly pulled out a sword.

A dark sword.

On the sword, the dark Aurora condenses silently.

From drawing the sword to condensing the black Aurora, the blonde woman moved quickly without hesitation.

That gesture, just as Irene killed the magicians, is natural and justifiable.

Woman, a sword falls.

The dark Aurora ran through Yilin's chest in an instant.