Welcome to the Nightmare Games Book 2 - Chapter 141

“Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah-!!!”

Looking at the figure behind the window sill eventually disappeared into the shadow, and the enchantment condensed with his life was lit up again, Qi Leren stumbled from the ground and ran towards Leviathan like crazy.

The illusion formed by the semi-realm was shaky and fragile, and he was burned by the ache and mental pain, making every breath he felt inexpressible.

The dragon sank in the sea of ​​bones, his best friend fell to the window sill of the tower, and his teacher fell asleep in the eternal night. At this moment, he seemed like a gambler who had nothing, desperately desperate in madness-kill it, Self-destructive half-area is also possible, be sure to kill it! Otherwise, what is the meaning of everyone’s sacrifice!

For the land of dusk, and for the last pure land of mankind, death is also possible!

The red eyes were still hanging high in the sky. The terrible giant monster slapped the last minute enchantment. Qi Leren on the edge of the collapse forgot everything, forgot the thought of trying to survive, it was so strong The emotions of his heart erupted at this moment.

In the sacred tomb garden in the green wilderness, the tree tomb emits a faint light, which gradually becomes brighter, like a rising sun.

In this holy light, the figure of the nun gradually became clear. At the beginning of the Holy See, Maria blessed the strength of the Zile people in this emotional desire to guard. She folded her hands on her chest, as if praying for this desperate man, praying for this dying dusk town.

This guardian power resonated with the power of the Holy Sisters who blessed the prophets. This light was illuminated from all sides of the Twilight Land, like the dawn at the end of the night.

In the light, the projection of the huge holy angel followed behind the running Qile people, and he became one with him.

Qi Leren’s heart was empty. At this moment, he seemed to be integrated into the starry sky, struggling repeatedly in the process of destruction and rebirth, and resonating with those ancient and unchanging original forces, which felt familiar and strange.

A colorless sword appeared in his hands, the power of guardianship, the power of time, the power of rebirth … belief turned into power, condensed in his hands, he suddenly understood what he was going to do, and behind him The huge shadow of the holy angel moved with him.

He held up the sword, detonating the power in the whole half of the field, and waved vigorously towards the mountainous Leviathan!

The colorless blade split the air, split the ground, a huge seam 100 meters long was torn open from his face, and in the shock of the landslide, the sword was covered with thorns, cutting all obstacles, huge Levy Tan felt the terrible power behind him, but had no time to resist. This was almost a sword that would destroy the world. Its body, which had been destroyed once by the demon dragon, collapsed again.

Countless amputations and plasma exploded in the air, and a rain of flesh and blood fell from the sky, falling down arrogantly.

Only the enchanted layer, which was stained with blood, protected the refuge firmly, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one …

It disappeared quietly, like its silent arrival.

Leviathan, chopped into two sections, slumped in this gentle green field, with a huge ten-foot-long ridge in front of it. It was chopped off by the power of this sword and became a crack in the earth. The top of its head The red eyes seemed to have been severely damaged, becoming looming, the heavy rain cloud was scattered, and the bright starry sky was exposed after the clouds.

The sword in his hand disappeared, and Qi Le was exhausted and could barely breathe.

At that moment, his semi-field was infinitely close to the field, but … but after all, his accumulation was too shallow and shallow, and the result of forcibly overdrawing the semi-field was not a breakthrough, but an unavoidable collapse.

The verdant field and the garden of the Holy Sepulchre were like a shattered lake. A shimmering, strong wind blew through, blowing off the blue-white petals and the fine grass cuttings. The white roses of the bushes withered and slept in the trees Chen Baiqi in the tomb disappeared, the dreamlike scene in the air was broken silently, countless lens-like afterimages fell from the sky, and a silent rain.

In the midst of the collapse of this half of the field, the tearful Qi Leren looked at everything in front of him. Too much sadness ran into his heart, leaving him unable to feel the joy of saving others, leaving only a deep powerlessness.

He knelt down on the ground, the field had collapsed, and his knees didn’t touch the soft grass, but the ground was bleeding with blood.

From the sanctuary came the cheers of weeping and joyful people, sincerely rejoicing in order to live, and chanting to save all the heroes.

But the real hero had fallen asleep in the gloomy tower, and no one knew his sacrifice.

And he knelt down on the ground and wept, crying helplessly at this moment.

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“It’s just a little, a little bit.” Suddenly felt the strong source of power that erupted in the distance, the prophet felt a deep breath, and finally sighed.

“His time to break through half of the field is too short, and his accumulation is not enough.” Si Yan calmly analyzed, his tone full of regret.

“It’s a pity. If there is a period of two or three years, no, it’s okay for a year or two, maybe this time he can break through the field.” The Prophet smiled bitterly. “In the end, this is the only thing left select.”

“teacher……”

“I’ve spent more than 20 years and tried countless ways, and every time I failed. What hurts me most is the plan of the Land of Dawn. In order to condense this second field, I paid too much, but in the end Entrusted non-human. If the plan of the Dawn Township is successful, too many deaths can be avoided. All players who belong to the Dawn Township will return there after death, and at least three times, they will have more time. Break through yourself, not die early in all kinds of accidents. This regret can no longer be compensated. It is time to do my best to do something for everyone. “

The prophet said, taking a few steps forward.

A huge circular square in front of the courthouse is lined with statues of clergy, and in the center is a praying nun. The person who shaped her did not portray her face to the world, but the kind on her The holy and sublime temperament was perfectly revealed.

The surroundings of the sculpture of the nuns were illuminated with white light, and the prophet first walked into the white light, and then Si Yan.

There was a momentary twist in time and space around the next second. In the next second, an illusionist in a blood suit appeared in white light. After a brief confusion, he suddenly looked at the prophet: “Teacher!”

The prophet nodded and smiled, pointing to his chest.

The illusionist grasped the pendant that had just saved his life from Su He’s hand, held it tightly in his hands, and the blue muscles on the back of his hands were violent.

“There is still one person.” The Prophet looked at the last vacant seat, where the white light went straight into the sky, the light spread, and Qi Leren, who was kneeling on the ground, appeared on the square of the court, and there were still tears on his face .

“Dr. Lu … Dr. Lu!” Qi Leren, who had just broken in the half-field and had not recovered, could not ask why he appeared here, but immediately caught the prophet and kept repeating the names of his friends.

There was a little confusion in the eyes of the prophet, and he had not heard the name, so he turned to look at Si Ye, and Si Ye explained: “Qile’s good friend, they came out of the same novice village.”

Qi Leren covered his face, and the moment he saw the prophet, he instinctively asked for help, but after waking up, he understood that it was futile.

Even this person cannot revive a dead person.

“There is also Ning Zhou! He and the Devil of Power are at war on the sea. I feel that he is very dangerous now, and I beg you to save him!” Qi Leren begged.

The Prophet looked at him gently: “Are you sure you want to save him?”

“Of course!” Qi Leren didn’t know why he asked such a question.

“Have you ever thought that it would not be a bad thing for Ning Zhou to die here,” said the prophet.

“…”

“This may be his last time to say goodbye to the world as a human being and stand. A deported priest, bravely fought the Demon King in order to protect humanity, and eventually died. This is the most important thing for a saint. As a matter of course, death gave him the highest glory in this life. “The Prophet said,” But if he survived, condensed the realm of destruction, and eventually lost himself, and fell to the fallen, the brave who once saved others becomes a new one. The evil dragon, everything he has done, is no longer praise and glory, but a living satire. The world no longer remembers his sacrifice. They regard him as an evil god, hate him, hate him, slander him, he This life is in endless suffering, until the belated death ends him. You see, the same death gives different meaning to life, it is really cruel and beautiful. “

Qi Leren stood tremblingly in front of the Prophet, the tears in his eyes couldn’t stop, he didn’t even realize he was crying.

He finally understood what it is harder to live than die.

If this day, the dragon is resting in the sea of ​​bones, Ning Zhou will always be the saint who is homeless, even if he has been expelled, the world will only remember his unyielding soul at this moment, and death makes his sacrifice great Timeless. Maybe for Ning Zhou, this is the ending he wants.

but……

“But he wants to live.” Qi Leren’s gaze crossed the prophet’s shoulder, looking at the distant coast, and said firmly, “Ning Zhou, he wants to live with me.”

“Even against the world?”

“Even if it is against the world!”

The Prophet sighed deeply: “If I have choices, I really don’t want to choose you. If one day the new Demon Lord attacks the homeland of dusk, I’m afraid you will lead him.”

“I’ll let him step over my body.” Qi Leren said.

The prophet smiled, and a gentle arc glowed in the eyes of the teenager: “You are enough to have this consciousness. Sometimes, I still want to believe in love, just like the old devil and the nuns. During that battle, I still felt He got it … in fact, he wanted to die under his lover’s sword. Perhaps for him, such destruction did not disappoint their love. “

Qi Leren looked at him anxiously, waiting for his help.

“Don’t look at me anymore, it’s your turn now. Remember the proposal that I said to you once? You, Si Yan, and illusionist, will jointly support the homeland of dusk.” The Prophet said.

“But I don’t want to …” Of course Qi Leren remembered this, but he rejected the prophet because he was afraid of forgetting.

“Aren’t you trying to save Ningzhou? This is your last chance,” said the prophet.

“Okay, I promise you!” Qi Leren said without thinking.

The prophet placed his hand on the heart of his chest and said to him, “You will never forget him and believe in yourself.”