v3 Chapter 87： Curse of fate

Seven figures emerge from the rotten kingdom of God, which means seven fourth castes.

Among them, some died in Tokyo today, and some died in other alien worlds, but they all have a common feature. Their deaths are recorded by the Lord of Eternal Darkness and will be projected on his kingdom of God. In another way, become His servant.

The seven fourth castes form an insurmountable iron curtain in the sky.

The Lord of Eternal Darkness is less than one thousand two hundred meters away.

Su Chen raised his head, and the seed of power was pinched in his palm along the ring of Anowal. As long as he pulled it a little, he could draw out that terrifying power and let it live in this absurd world.

The seven fourth castes will fall apart in the face of that kind of power.

But Su Chen couldn't do this. It didn't make any sense to kill these seven fourth castes that were "resurrected" by power. It was just a waste of his precious power. When it was used up, what would he use to face the Lord of Hell?

Su Chen's body began to sink.

He is a sensible person, no matter what, even if he is only short of the door, but he knows that things cannot be done, so he has to retreat, and he has a last resort, through his borrowed power to take everything here People are brought into the space of the Ring of Anowal. Although the vacuum environment over there brings these people without protection, 90% of the people may die in an instant, but there will always be people who will survive. It is better to be killed by Tandan people and weird here.

Su Chen glanced at Yuankong.

The sky of Tokyo is showing a whitish belly, and dawn is approaching, and this battle should end in this way.

But Su Chen was still a little bit unwilling, staring at the divine kingdom and the faint spirit behind him.

With the breath of borrowed power, he can also face the gods as a mortal.

The king of hell, the lord of eternal darkness, was speeding through the passage.

He wants to put an end to this completely.

Seeing this scene, Lin Mo broke his nerves and screamed frantically from below: "Retreat...Su Chen!!!"

From the water drop spacecraft, a sighing voice came from the crystal cluster: "Let's go, our chance is gone, now I can take you away."

On the first floor at the bottom of the Skytree, Bai Feng looked towards the far end of Shinjuku for the last time, and involuntarily took a step forward. The wind was surging and he did not intend to leave. He was going to Shinjuku to find the past he must know. .

No, he doesn't care about the past, he only cares about the very important person he can't remember.

On the battlefield in Tokyo that was chaotic all night, we were falling into deathly silence. The weird people were crawling, and the fragile humans were not protected. With the arrival of the ninth caste, most of them felt extremely uncomfortable and looked around desperately and blankly. They discovered absurdly that they knew they were going to die by the so-called weird god, but they couldn't even look at the person who was going to kill them.

This is not a war at all. It is impossible for them to win such a war. All struggles, all efforts, and all sacrifices are just a prelude to destruction at this moment.

There are still some people pin their hopes on Su Chen, who has repeatedly created miracles in the sky, and some people shout from the edge of the world.

"Mr. Su!"

"Mr. Su!!"

Dick and their transport planes had crashed in the battle, and Dick stepped onto the towering ruins formed by the collapse of the collapsed building and knelt in despair.

Under the Skytree, He Xiuran left the command vehicle. He clutched his chest. The heart inside seemed to jump out of his chest under the influence of the unknown breath. He did not dare to look at the gods, so he could barely look at Su Chen from the corner of his light. He was close. Some, hearing Lin Mo’s shout, realizing that Su Chen might still have a chance to evacuate, he had to take a deep breath, leaning on the edge of the command car, and shouting with the greatest strength in his life, feeling extremely unwell. His veins were exposed, but he still tried his best to shout: "Mr. Su, remember our agreement, go!!!"

The first sound echoed at the bottom of the Skytree and spread far away. The Federation people gathered at the bottom of the Skytree looked at each other, and then a second sound rang.

"Mr. Su, let's go..."

Then the third and fourth...

As if dominoes were toppled down, countless voices sounded from all corners of Tokyo City.

"Mr. Su, let's go."

Countless people are standing, falling down, or seriously injured. They are looking up at the sky. They dare not look at the figure, so they can only focus on Su Chen.

As if at this moment, he is the **** here.

He is not the ninth caste, but he is the **** reflected in people's hearts.

That is the sustenance and hope of all people.

The battlefield is fierce, and the gods dominate the world.

But in the pupils of the crowd, they all reflected the blazing fire, shining brightly under the light of dawn.

Su Chen was moved by it, but he did not back down, because at that moment, he noticed something and raised his head.

In the sky, in the decaying kingdom of God, Nakajima Huayin's body suddenly burned with fiery flames, just like a mirror. When it burned, the semi-vegetable fourth caste immediately below Su Chen and Lin Mo also suddenly It began to burn, and it screamed and wailed, unable to stop its own demise.

The flames on Nakajima's body even began to spread outward, gradually igniting the entire decaying kingdom of God. Those dilapidated streets, centuries-old cities, and the reflections of the fourth caste were all immersed in the glorious flames. The orange light of that flame began to gradually turn into blood.

At this moment, the entire sky was lit by that boundless blood.

The blood-colored fire light illuminates the sky, and complements the rays of dawn.

The answer appeared in Su Chen's heart.

That was the last curse the twins gave him.

[I, curse you here, Su Chen, you will kindle the fire of eternity at dawn, and all will come in droves, the sky will be long, the sword will be cast with blood; the catastrophe will be washed away, and the light will be visible. 】

Word by word smashed Su Chen's heart.

The omen is exerting its power at this moment.

The power from another **** is destroying the incomplete kingdom of the Lord of Hell.

And Su Chen no longer retreat He rose slowly on the battlefield, under the gaze of the crowd, penetrating the cloud of fire, he drew the splitting power from the ring of Anowal inch by inch, The surrounding flames gathered like life, and worshipped him like a pilgrimage, and then hovered and condensed in the palm of his hand into a crystal clear fiery red crystal sword. The splitting power in the ring was carried by this crystal sword, and as Su Chen stepped through the last distance, before reaching the gods, he jumped over Tokyo.

An unprecedented flash burst out on the crystal sword that had just been cast.

A certain streamer-like substance merged with Su Chen's body and the tattered silver armor to form a blood-colored crystal armor gleaming with dreamlike light in the sky!

The entire sky seemed to collapse in an instant, and countless weirdness and fighters were blown away like pieces of paper or even torn apart by the gust of wind swept out of thin air.

At that moment, the magnificent power was gradually rising on the battlefield, the incomparable aura of the ninth caste was instantly crushed, and the color in the pupils of the Lord of Hell turned into extreme horror.

Su Chen's sword edge came directly in front of him in the next moment.