Chapter 85

Lightning flashed across, instantly illuminating the outline of the pitch-black fog rolling.

The huge corpse of the god has completely disappeared into the darkness.

The unknown object that launched a long-range attack not far away also fell silent.

"Is this boss battle over?"

Lin Zhi put down the sword in his hand and controlled the griffin to take two steps forward. The sword, which was as bright as a flame, illuminated a little in front of it, but the place shrouded in fog was still quiet.

The enemy that appeared at the end actually surprised and caught him off guard to be reasonable.

The main reason is that the timing of the appearance is very sudden.

He has just been immersed in this incomparably realistic "VR game" experience. Candela's physical instincts and his soul as a sword spirit make the battle seem like a novice guide, and the difficulty has dropped quite a bit.

Lin Jie felt that he was hanging up the phone, but the one who was actually calling was actually Candela, and he just provided a little directional decision.

Moreover, the god in this dream is obviously not the one who made Kendela go crazy at the first glance.

Compared with the god in Candela's memory, this god who looks very powerful is only left with aura.

According to Candela, a new god reappeared ten thousand years later, posing a great threat to his people, so he followed Lin Jie's advice and decided to help them with all his strength before they perish and face his past self , and challenge God again.

Use similar experiences to make up for the regrets of the year.

Lin Jie expressed his admiration for Kendela's behavior of rectifying his mistakes after listening to his opinions, and felt that his imagination was indeed invincible in the dream.

From the appearance of this boss, the huge body feels overwhelming, but the real combat power is not so good.

But anyway, in a dream, everything is reasonable.

In the distance of the black mist, only the faint howling and noise like the sound of the wind continued to sound in the mist.

Kendela's voice suddenly came from the bottom of my heart, with a hint of relief: "It's over...Thank you for your help, I have fulfilled my last wish, and I have used my remaining strength to protect my subjects and land, ten thousand years Time has passed, everything is gone with the wind, and this is all I can do."

"It's always easier to escape than face it. If it weren't for your guidance, I'm afraid I'd never be able to face my true side, my cowardice and despicableness."

"thanks."

Lin Jie's heart moved, and he looked down at his hand holding the sword. The gorgeous and exquisite gauntlet exuded a faint light, and the whole arm began to become transparent, gradually turning into golden particles, which dispersed with the wind.

Is this really the ending...

Lin Jie thinks about it too, Kendela is already dead after all, it is only because of his resentment and unwillingness entangled on the sword that his soul has not been wiped out after ten thousand years.

Judging from the memory of Candela felt by Lin Jie, before he went crazy, he was indeed a well-deserved virtuous king.

For him, it is indeed a happy thing to be able to sacrifice all his remaining strength to protect his country again.

It's just that he didn't dare to face everything in the past because of his own self-condemnation and cowardice.

Mr. Lin poured this bowl of chicken soup, and the effect was outstanding. It not only directly untied the knots in people's hearts, but even in other words, to a certain extent, it "delivered" the wraith attached to the sword.

"Although he himself died, he was finally able to return to his hometown and country. This is probably the best ending for him. This 'instance' can be regarded as the final clearance."

While thinking in his heart, Lin Jie smiled and waved his hand: "You're welcome."

Kendela's body gradually disintegrated, and golden particles shone with light, scattered around.

As far as the light reaches, the darkness recedes, and the soil covered by dense fog is exposed, and beautiful swaying flowers grow.

The country thousands of years ago was full of flowers.

...

Above the scorched-earth-like battlefield, the remaining water vapor in mid-air turned into pattering rain and fell.

The smoke and dust filled the air and were slowly dragged by the wind.

The thick cloud vortex has been dispersed by the huge ether energy soaring into the sky, and the torrential rain that lasted for more than a month finally ushered in the end.

The elf driving the griffin stands like a god of war at the junction of dreams and reality.

The sword's edge reflected the large pit ahead and the ruins of a doomsday scene.

This confrontation only lasted a few minutes, but all those who followed and participated in this battle witnessed with their own eyes how the elves carried the Ether Star Destroyer head-on, and how they sent the three Ether Star Destroyer guns of the Truth Society together. All destroyed.

The knights of the Secret Ritual Tower were stunned, and all of them fell into a state of sluggishness for a few seconds.

Although Winston still shouted "keep calm and stay vigilant" in the communicator, some people near the edge of the dream inevitably fell into a short-term panic and became a mess.

On the side of the Truth Society, there is even more death and stillness coexisting.

Winston also understood that it was unlikely that his orders could be fully executed under such circumstances. His back and forehead were covered in cold sweat, and his palms holding the communicator were even more slippery.

"call……"

He let out a long breath, and looked at King Kendela who came out of the legend.

Then his pupils shrank, and he noticed that the elf's body began to blur, dissipating and turning into spots of light.

Immediately, Winston felt the scope of the dream shrink, and the etheric fluctuations began to become weaker.

Based on his experience, he judged that with the death of the god-level dream beast, the dream rift began to close automatically, but he still stared at the elf tightly and did not relax.

Since it dissipated automatically, it meant that he should indeed be an ancient heroic spirit summoned by someone, and someone gave orders behind his back to manipulate his behavior.

The most likely person behind the scenes is naturally the owner of the bookstore.

I don't know if he will take any action...

Then Winston saw that the elf who was about to disappear suddenly seemed to remember something, showed a very bright smile, waved forward, and said, "You're welcome."

"You're welcome," he said.

Winston couldn't help looking at where the elf was looking, which was the direction of the Truth Society that he had beaten to pieces just now...

We all know that you are welcome in response to thank you.

In other words, the meaning of this sentence is "You don't need to thank me for beating you like this, this is what I should do."

...

"Bang! Crash!"

The sound of angry hammering on the table was followed by the sound of a large number of things being swept to the ground.

In the conference room, on the screen of the ether monitor, the image of the elf smiling and waving and saying that you are welcome is so glaring.

Andrew's face was almost distorted with anger, he clenched his teeth, creaked, his facial features were distorted, and his whole body was trembling, showing the ultimate incompetence and rage.