Chapter 882

The black and red devil attacked the sky again and again and was shot down again and again.

Like the ups and downs of the spectators, they swing between hope and despair.

The cries and wails of the earth echoed, and their loved and cherished people left and died in their own hands.

People kneel down and repent. Whether they believe in the so-called God or not, they are eager for redemption.

Many people don't know what it means to tear their hearts and lungs, but when those who are held in your hands die in their own hands and can't see the light in the dark, they understand that people's emotions can be torn to this point.

It turns out that when people are most desperate and powerless, they really can't do anything except roar and cry.

When the cold blade pierced into his chest, the night watchman looked at his former comrades in arms, but his eyes showed relief. He was glad that the ancient god did not choose himself.

On the high platform of Wangdu, people look at the fire rising in the dark, which does not give people warmth, but the beating notes in the destructive movement, the pain in the stabbing people's eyes, and the synaesthesia is conveyed from the heart to the top.

Lu Lin was protected by painted pear clothes and Xia MI. She knelt down on the roof, and the tears in her eyes were glittering and translucent by the fire.

At first, she crossed her hands and prayed devoutly. Then she looked blankly at the tragedy between heaven and earth. Only then did she gradually understand that people's beliefs were worthless because they believed wrong.

It turns out that human beings are really insignificant to God. They can give human hope or despair. He plays with people's beliefs and feelings for purposes that human beings cannot understand.

Two thousand miles to the southeast of Wang Du, a man with silver all over was surrounded by four major sin priests.

"Do you have to?"

Verus spoke faintly. He didn't complete his task. He was hampered by the great sin priests.

"It doesn't matter what the world is like now. Our faith has collapsed. Now it's time to settle the old accounts."

When the priest of the great crime of rage opened his mouth, the strength of the other four people began to surge, and the battle broke out in an instant.

In the city of difia, the transit of dawn Knight gave a short pause to the riots, but it was at the cost of the lives of the controlled.

Louise hid in the prayer room and looked out through the small window. She couldn't see the people she knew. In the numbness room, she had to shrink in the corner and cry quietly.

In the endless wilderness, the blonde girl hugged the sleeping boy, looked at the darkness of the sky and felt the darkness of the world.

She quietly withdrew those Guardian suits from Clement and put them on herself again. From her weakness, her breath kept rising.

She turned her hands, buried the boy in her arms into the earth, looked up at the sea of stars, and her lips were tight.

When she was ready to take off, a shadow like ribbon wrapped around her waist, and a voice came from behind, "in your state, do you want to learn from your brother?"

Ji Wujiu walked out of the shadow with no expression. "Don't die. It's better to use your remaining strength to disperse the darkness."

Irina's step was a meal, and the other party was right. She was evacuated by the guardian's dagger. At this time, even if she obtained all the guardian suits, it was impossible to burst out powerful power without energy. She was just an ordinary envoy level.

"Our faith is not worth it, but it is only the God of faith, but don't lose your heart. You should understand what you should do most now."

Ji Wujiu finished, took back the shadow and disappeared.

Irina stood there for a long time and finally didn't fly into the sea of stars. Instead, the white holy light opened and flew to those wailing beings.

In Wangdu, every tragedy makes people feel desperate. The fire is burning more and more. The night watchmen are powerless to take care of him. Only the super night watchmen are not fooled by the invisible will.

Lu Lin saw the familiar face and returned to the central gathering place with blood burning. After jumping on the high platform, her face was full of fatigue.

There were fires everywhere, wrapped in the gloomy black, with the fire behind the man, smiling at the girl he loved when he was a student, "Lu Lin..."

"Stop talking."

Lu Lin interrupted and prayed to look at the painted pear dress. She had seen the Duchess before. She used the power that can heal people.

Li Tiange turned his back to the spine of several people, with two sharp blades inserted. He looked impermanent. "In fact, Mr. Lu has seen me, I wanted to..."

The healing skill of painting pear clothes fell, but Li Tiange's words stopped.

Lu Chen found him and said he could see Lu Lin if he still wanted to.

But Li Tiange didn't go, because he didn't insist. At the girl's most difficult time, he just said goodbye quietly.

Later, he was admitted to Wangdu higher Theological Seminary, graduated with the best results, became a priest, and was selected to become a night watchman.

He wanted to go back to find the girl, but the other party had already moved away, and he couldn't find the other party's location with his authority, because the information related to Lu Chen had been processed.

But he still often recalled his heart ten years ago, like a child who didn't grow up and didn't have the courage to find the girl again.

At last he summoned up his courage, but it seemed a little late.

Li Tiange raised his hand and pierced his throat with the stabbing sword on the back of his hand. He still didn't say the rest.

He made a mistake and shouldn't come here again.

Lu Lin felt the blood on her cheeks and stared, wondering what had happened.

The eyes of painted pear clothes were complex, and the healing skills continued. Xia Mi pulled out the stabbing sword and hung the man's temporary life.

They can feel that just at that moment, the will of the old God came, and the shy man chose the end before his self-consciousness disappeared.

Lu Lin regained consciousness and finally realized what had happened. She had seen the death of the maid who had the best relationship with her. Even if she was trapped and locked, the will of the old God would destroy people's soul.

He is just torturing everyone indiscriminately.

She came forward and hugged the only man she had ever touched in her life. She was not extraordinary, but she could also feel the other party's gradually collapsed soul, the physical injury was recovering, but the human consciousness was difficult to return.

She once thanked the goddess ChenYong for giving her brother back to herself and for the better life of their family.

But now she only has hatred. Her brother's life and death are unknown. Her friends around her die in front of her one by one. Her first love and acquaintance was parting, and the sound of despair and wailing in her ears lasted for a long time.

She is a strong woman, otherwise she can't live alone with her brother for ten years, but she is also a weak person, otherwise she won't collapse at a moment and want to end her brother.

But no matter what kind of person she is, after tearing her heart and lungs and shedding all her tears, all she feels is fatigue.

In the wind, it is a woman's low sob, a drop of cheap tears in God's eyes.

In the Starry Sea, the black and red mecha fell to the earth, the limit time of Chu Zihang was approaching, and the tyrant king was also broken and unable to take off again.

It turns out that when sentient beings are wailing, there will really be a voice in the whole world, which seems to be able to convey into the sea of stars.

In the boundless darkness, it blooms violent red. The red light, with the great power to break all obstacles, falls like a meteor.

People stared at the dazzling light, the fire in their eyes was no longer lit, and the meteors fell on the high platform in the gathering place.

The man with red fruit on his upper body restrained his breath. The speed brought by the impact of violence disappeared before contact and stood there steadily.

Lu Chen nodded with Xia MI and touched the head of the painted pear clothes. The man didn't draw the expected emotional excitement of the pear clothes, but was calm and terrible. His eyes were dark, like a pool of water without waves.

He went to the woman who was sobbing, crying and ugly, reached out and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and suppressed the raging ancient god will in Li Tiange's mind with his backhand.

"Morning morning?"

Lu Lin returned to her senses and looked at the familiar and strange man, her brother, whom she had not seen in a year.

Her brother didn't die and finally came back, but why couldn't she be happy?

The warm hand brushed the corners of her eyes, but it seemed to turn on the switch of emotion, and more tears gushed out. She said miserably: "everything is false, the beauty in Scripture is false, everything is..."

She roared like a collapse, "our faith is so pious. Why does he want to do this?"

Lu Chen was silent, half squatting there, looking at the world's sister for a moment, then stood up and looked at the burning earth and those people who were bleeding and weeping and fighting each other while being played by the old God.

His voice was flat. "I ask you... Your God, will you bleed?"

Xia Mi guided the power of the earth, caught the dark mecha that was about to touch the earth, and let the dead wood escape from the tyrant in the group frequency.

Painting pear clothes is holding the book of truth, ready to silently bless God for Lu Chen.

But Lu Chen raised his right hand and held back the soft power, which puzzled the painting pear clothes.

Lu Lin looked up at Lu Chen as if she were looking at a stranger she had never known.

The man stood there, his sight gradually raised, and looked at the boundless sea of stars. If the invisible potential was rising, his image looked a little embarrassed, naked, but gave people lingran dignity.

In the cold winter, Lu Chen slowly spits out a white mist. His eyes set off the sea of stars and all living beings. He listens to the wind and wails in his ears.

"What a scene..."

His voice was low and magnetic, "sad farce..."

Bolton, one of the dawn knights, came back and saw Lu Chen's return. He was surprised in his eyes. Before he spoke, he saw Lu Chen raise his hand.

So the warm light rises again between heaven and earth.

The red sun rose into the sky and shone on the earth again. The light was dazzling and not dazzling. The darkness dispersed with the will of the ancient god.

The essence of the sun Sutra is to protect all living beings and give people light to guide them in the dark.

The grand and domineering meaning rose from the west of the mainland and swept the whole continent, so the world was quiet for a moment, people's ears were quiet, and the whisper of the old God could no longer be heard.

The eyes of the people in the fight become clear and bright. They stop fearfully and hug their relatives again. The people who have lost everything sit on the ground and shed tears, close their eyes and feel the warmth of the sun.

"No, it will dry you up."

Lu Chen gently hugged the next painted pear clothes. The other party's god wish skill can't be used for himself at this time, even for half a second.

He was forbidden.

He didn't think about the reason for his success. He just looked at the sea of stars and the darkness and wanted to have the most painful way to die.

So people saw the second big day take off. With the increase of height, the big day became impossible to look directly at. With the breath of extreme tyranny, they went to the dark night without delay.

The two bright moons hanging high in the air, asacheris's eyes, finally had emotion.

He couldn't understand why this man became so after he left the sea of stars at night, and let his darkness retreat without resistance.

On the earth, the dilapidated tyranny King opened from the inside, and the man staggered out, gasped violently for a while, and looked up at the sky.

Chu Zihang was pale. His soul was almost irreversibly injured and needed to return to space to repair, but there was light in his tired face and eyes.

He said to himself, "you seem to annoy brother Lu."

Imperial shield, Mr. Bolton came to the people in hualiyi, looked up at the sky and looked at the tyrannical sun, "asacheris seems to have no fixed original form. He is the whole starry sky and all darkness. How should Mr. Lu fight?"

Kaka shrank around the painted pear clothes, and was worried after listening to Bolton's words. "Hasn't big Lu just finished the showdown with harquist? Is he really OK?"

She knew that haquist was an old God with problems and was manipulated by the "Explorer", but Lu Chen had fought with haquist for more than two months before, and now she was able to decide the outcome. How can she fight with asacheris, who has absorbed the origin of nidholta?

But at this time, in the perception of asacheris, the man who stepped into the sky did not look like a challenger who came to him for a decisive battle, or a warrior with the determination of the butcher.

He is like a super large star about to explode. The energy and flame bred in the core will destroy everything.

It's like a butcher walking calmly towards the livestock to be killed today. He doesn't think about "fighting" in his mind, but how to "cook"