Chapter 1077

Galad, now one of the six factions in the floating chamber, is the spiritual symbol and leader of the dark blood sect.

His appearance made the weak dark blood faction become the most powerful faction in the floating conference hall, and even created the most brilliant and glorious three hundred years of prosperity of the dark blood faction, which once made the floating conference hall a speech hall of the dark blood faction. However, after Locke's disappearance, all this became a legendary story. Therefore, galad had to change some behavior policies of the dark blood sect - although this made the dark blood lose a lot of people, it also preserved the core strength of the dark blood sect.

It is not difficult to imagine what kind of losses would be brought to the dark blood sect, even the whole floating conference hall and floating island if galad died in this rebellion.

The most direct and effective means of change often starts with hunting at the top.

The long sword in Locke's hand stabbed galad's heart without hesitation.

Star assassin is an extremely efficient special assassin profession. They have the strongest instant personal assassin ability - although Sean doesn't know the principle, and the players who successfully transferred to star assassin can't tell the specific, in the general understanding, it is probably equivalent to with the help of the system, Force the target to appear around the selected target when invisible, and give a certain damage bonus.

Faced with Locke's almost fatal blow, galad did not panic.

He also waved without hesitation and directly grasped Locke's long sword, ignoring that the sharp blade itself was a kind of injury.

Looking at jiarad holding his weapon directly without any protective measures, Locke's look did not change at all. Instead, he clenched his teeth and held his left hand on the handle of the sword. He completely poured all his strength into his hands and vigorously pushed the long sword.

He doesn't want to miss such a perfect attack!

"You have indeed changed." The long sword pushed forward hard for a distance of one millimeter, as if some very special force locked on the sword and prevented Locke from advancing. "You, blinded by the fire of revenge, not only forget my field ability, but also forget the most basic ability application Even if this belongs to the category of legendary ability, we who fell from the realm of legend should not forget it, even if... We can no longer give full play to this ability. "

"Ah!" Locke ignored galad's preaching and was still making efforts.

Galad slowly closed his eyes. Although he didn't let go of Locke's attack, he also didn't attack Locke. There was a painful color on his face. From his closed eyes, he could still clearly see the movement of his eyes and the frown. It was not difficult to infer jiarad's mood at this time. But even so, galad still didn't wave the butcher's knife to Locke.

"Ah --!"

In front of this dilapidated commander building, only Locke's roar mixed with reluctance and anger is still ringing.

"Tell me why!" Galad, who suddenly opened his eyes, not only roared, but also waved his right hand - the long sword held in his hand was finally waved towards Locke.

There was blood floating out of the air.

Galad's long sword waved in front of Locke's chest, which not only tore Locke's bra, but also swept the sharp blade from his chest.

But!

Different from what galad imagined, the blood flowing out was not bright red, but dark red, with a strong rotten smell, just like the coagulated blood clot soaked in a special liquid and finally melted into plasma. The chest exposed by the tearing of Locke's bra is not a healthy flesh color, but a kind of gray black, which not only emits a strong odor, but also has dark purple patches on it.

When the dark red blood fell on galad, a corrosive sound and white smoke came out immediately.

The light armor on galad's body is melting rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, just like dropping hot water on cream. Moreover, what's more terrible is that this ablation is not only for metal. When galad's shoulder armor and chest armor sprayed with strongly corrosive blood are corroded, the corrosive blood dripping on his body starts to further corrode galad's body.

Soon, a large amount of blood began to flow from galad.

But galad seemed to have never heard of it. He just stared at Locke's body and didn't care about his body, which could be called serious injury.

"Why?" Looking at the garad like this, Locke smiled nervously, "ah, as you can see, my teacher... This is the reason, the reason for my revenge, the reason for me to destroy everything. I... the reason why I want to kill you! "

"Corpse resuscitation..." galad whispered in disbelief, "this evil forbidden art... Who is it! Who used this evil forbidden art against you! "

"Does it matter?" Locke tilted his head, then his left hand loosened, and his right hand stopped working. "As I said, everything doesn't matter anymore. What's more, even if I tell you who raised me up, what can I do? Can you still lay hands on the supreme From the moment I was resurrected by him, I stayed in that dark place for more than 100 years... In order to enjoy the pleasure of this moment of revenge! "

"Supreme... Is it..." galad's face changed slightly, "Guardian?"

"So... My teacher, can you fight the guardian?"

"We can tell Lord asali!" Galad said in a deep voice, "Lord asali is also a guardian! He must... "

"Yes... And Lord asali... The guardian of justice..." Locke whispered.

"Yes, that's right..." galad echoed.

But at this time, Locke suddenly made a force, holding the long sword in his right hand and stabbing galad again!

At this time, jiarad had no power to stop because he relaxed his vigilance. Moreover, he did not expect that Locke would attack him in this state, so that when the sword stabbed at him, he could not stop it, or even avoid it. He could only try his best to side it slightly for a while, and let the key avoid the attack of the sword as much as possible.

Seeing that his attack failed again, he did not pierce galad's heart, but just wiped it close to his heart. Locke's face showed ferocity and suddenly tried to make the long sword cross cut and smash galad's heart in one fell swoop.

But this time, galad was ready, and naturally it was impossible for Locke to succeed. He once again stretched out his hand and grasped the body of Locke's long sword, allowing the blade to cut his palm, and the blood dropped to the ground. However, he still didn't wave his sword at Locke, just kicked Locke hard and kicked him out directly. But at the moment, galad did not dare to pull out the long sword that had pierced his chest, because the sword had penetrated his body. Pulling out the sword without treatment would aggravate his injury.

Locke rose slowly from the ground and wiped the corners of his mouth. There was a strange look on his face that he didn't know what to say.

"My teacher, you taught me not to be naive, but look at yourself..." Locke pulled an amazing arc from the corner of his mouth. At this moment, galad really believed that the student who once made him very proud was really dead, "... You actually believe what I just said? Haha, if I don't believe it myself, would you believe it? Ha ha... "

Locke laughed with an exaggerated smile. He covered his stomach, and then twitched constantly, sending out bursts of terrible Laughter: "I have told you that you are no longer my faith, but you... AHA... Actually believe my words, haha... How naive..."

"How could you become so sad!" Galad roared and stood up. The next moment, he directly raided in front of Locke, and the long sword in his hand slashed at Locke's head.

The roar of the sword blade waving in the air is particularly harsh and really like thunder.

It is hard to imagine that with the strength of galad today, he still has the power to launch such a destructive attack.

However, in the face of such a threatening attack, Locke did not have the slightest fear. In the moment when he was in a hurry, he avoided galad's attack, and even had the ability to stretch out his right hand to hold the handle of his long sword that ran through galad's chest. However, when he tried to pull out the sword, he found that jiarad did not relax this time. His left hand always firmly grasped the small part of the sword exposed in front of his chest, and did not let Locke pull a penny. When he attacked the empty right hand, his wrist immediately changed, the long sword changed from horizontal to vertical, and cut towards Locke again.

As a last resort, Locke had to let go and retreat to avoid galad's attack.

But this time, he dodged a little embarrassed.

The blade touched the ground.

The earth is like a fragile ice crystal falling by a giant hammer, and the collapse and collapse spread rapidly.

However, such a violent attack seemed to make galad a little unbearable, and his right leg staggered a step slightly.

"Why, are you old?" Locke looked at the flaws revealed by galad and said with a smile, "my teacher, don't worry. Even if you die, you can soon be added as ours, because..." just halfway through Locke's words, he was suddenly stunned, and his eyes followed closely. Seeing this scene, galad's eyes flashed a shock, But it was soon replaced by awakening and heartache.

"Teacher..." the dull and broken color in Locke's eyes soon gathered again, but it was not the previous neurotic madness, but a kind of peace and clarity, "teacher... I'm sorry..."

"Mind control!?" Galad hurried to Locke's side, picked up Locke who collapsed to the ground, "what's going on?"

"I... don't know." Locke said with some difficulty, "teacher... Please... Kill me! I can... See my behavior, but I can't control it... Teacher... I beg you, kill me! "

"Locke, don't worry, there must be a way..."

"No, it's useless." Locke suddenly convulsed violently. When he finally calmed down, his face, which was no different from that of normal people, began to become gray, as if death had begun to spread in his body, "I... Was resurrected by the Babylonian Lord, and he magnified the darkness in my heart, so... I became his weapon... I just now, I feel the fall of Babylonian adults, so my negative mental control will be relieved... I can't live anymore... "

"No! Must... "

Before jarad finished, Locke's left hand began to turn into gray powder.

"Teacher... Please, kill me!" Locke glanced at his left hand and began to speed up. "I don't have much time left. But... I hope I can still die like a human in the end, not... Annihilate like a monster. "

"No..."

"Teacher!" Locke's left hand has completely turned into powder, and even his legs have begun to turn into powder bit by bit, and his clothes seem to be affected by the acceleration of time factors and begin to become worn-out. It seems that they are turning into powder together with his body, "please... Teacher!"

"Locke..." galad stood up with some trembling, and then pointed the tip of the long sword at Locke's heart.

Looking at garad's appearance, Locke lay quietly on the ground. His face showed his gentle smile: "I'm sorry, teacher. That day, I finally couldn't hold my breath and didn't listen to you and stay at home I'm sorry, sir, I have to worry you up to now Sorry... "

"Ah!" Galad gave a particularly throbbing roar, like a wounded beast. Tears flowed from his eyes, and then began to drip down the cold mask and cheeks.

"But... Thank you, teacher." Locke smiled and narrowed his eyes. "Thanks for your care all the time, I'm really... Very happy. The sword that stabbed you was not my intention, but I can't control myself. I'm sorry, teacher. Finally, I worried you. But... Really, thank you, teacher. "

The Long Sword Pierced Locke's heart.

With the penetration of the long sword, Locke took away the last trace of perception and consciousness.

At the same time, it also completely cut off his last remaining connection with the caster.

In my ear, there was a very slight sound.

Even without looking, galad knew that when his sword pierced Locke's heart and completely ended his consciousness, his body turned into powder at this moment.