Chapter 65: The queen's heritage (4)

In the sound of the dragon howling, the temple of the cult ritual began to collapse, and this did not prevent the dragon and the monster from fighting. Two creatures in full physical form entangled in this temple, and the devastating dragon's breath was in The altar was burning around, and the monster's tentacles entangled the dragon's body so that it couldn't bite off its tentacles.
The monster summoned by the blood of nearly a hundred people is still unable to fight against Ning Zhou who has not yet shown the form of a magic dragon, but after the exposure of that strange eyeball, the monster has evolved incredibly, and it has obtained the power demon king from the void. The power that makes it stronger, scarier, and more brutal than ever!
Like the Demon Dragon, it has surpassed the semi-realm level. Compared with Ning Zhou, who is still suppressing his own power and avoiding devastated origins, the irrational monster is much more terrible. It indulges itself with impunity , As if it is the evil of the world itself.
In the crazy attack, no one noticed that Qi Leren, who was sleeping in a pool of blood, was fighting his will and that deceptive power.
"Through the world of evil and filth, your soul will reach an ideal country."
"There, there will be no more troubles and dissatisfaction, and your life will be immersed in endless joy and well-being."
"The devil forgets bloodthirsty and killing, humanity forgets selfishness and greed, and all lives are treated equally in the ideal country."
"There is no more death, because the soul is immortal, and you will have eternal life."
"You will also see your love, in that immortal ideal country ..."
Qi Leren suddenly woke up.
His body was still numb, but his consciousness woke up.
The sound of whispering and nightmare still sounded, mechanically like a set program, but he was awake from that obsession.
He suddenly thought of his lover, his lover would not be there-a carefree ideal country.
He will only be in hell.
If he does n’t go to find him or bring him back, he will stay there forever, accepting all torture in the world like self-punishment, until the lake of death does not reach over his head, he will not even struggle, So quietly sink into the water.
So Qi Leren woke up because he couldn't let down Ning Zhou anyway.
The body was paralyzed and unable to move, and it was difficult to breathe in large mouths. Qi Leren resisted the stiff pain, slowly moved his heavy hand like iron to his chest, and slowly clenched the prophet to him. That prop [Heart of the Prophet].
[Heart of the Prophet]: God-level props hand-made by the noble and great Prophet adults can let the human body experience the thrill of being transformed into a bird person. The holder can summon the Archangel to come and fight with him for 3 minutes and a cooldown of 24 hours.
The battle between the dragon and the monster has heated up, and the eyeballs suspended in the air have continuously strengthened the monster's strength, allowing its broken limbs to recover quickly, and the dragon has gradually liberated its own power. The dominated by the destroying force has become more violent and crazy Under the destructive momentum, even such terrifying monsters cannot take advantage of it.
The passerby, the originator of this mess, stepped back a little further, to a safe distance.
At this moment, he is grateful that he has not been involved. The monster's own power is probably at the semi-realm level. He also has the semi-realm and can handle it, and can experience a happy battle. But when the weird eyeball who did not know which domain-level master started to interfere in this ceremony, the monster was strengthened to a level close to the domain-level.
Hmm ... Which devil is it?
Only after entering the nightmare game for more than two months, he grabbed his hair by the confused passersby of the power system and factions here, and left after preparing for a good show.
Although challenging the master made him happy, he was willing to pay the price for his life, but after coming to this world, when he found that he originally walked through the low corridor, the front wall was not an end wall, but an amazing one. New world. He rekindled the enthusiasm when he first picked up the Tang sword and couldn't wait to plunge into the new world.
But not now.
Passers-by reluctantly glanced at the chaotic scene, leaving the chaos behind.
The battle between the demon dragon and the monster is getting more and more fierce. The temple has become a huge colosseum. Under the duel of two monsters like ancient giants, it is as fragile as a sand castle on the beach. The power of destruction drowned Ning Zhou's intellect. It burned in the blood, and the original sin was born in his soul. He suddenly forgot himself, but only immersed in the absolutely pure and absolutely terrifying. In power until ...
Heaven in the dusk comes in this sinful ritual.
Qi Leren, who had a difficult time holding the heart of the prophet, took a deep breath and activated the props.
Suddenly, the power from the holder of the Twilight Village penetrated the vast space, also pierced through the blockade of this half-sphere, descended from the sky, dispelled the deceptive power in Qi Leren's mind, and made him instantly sober.
At the same time, pure power wiped out his consciousness, he fluttered lightly, and the white wings behind him stretched slowly. Behind him is the kingdom of heaven reflected in the dusk, flowers, rituals, angels ... everything is so holy and beautiful and desirable.
In this pure beauty, the deceptive ideal country seems to be exposed to the strong light, revealing the inner horror. It is never a pure land on earth, but a world dominated by the power of the demon king. Entering the ideal country is like entering a under high pressure. All selves are deprived of them, leaving only the human and demon walking dead bodies, and uniformly executing the command of the supreme demon king.
The temple in the lake illuminated by the holy light faded the gloomy and evil atmosphere. What was even more amazing was that the corpse that had been full of the ground was turned into a soil of flowers under the magic of time, and white blood bloomed in one place. Flowers swaying in the heavens at dusk, dreamlike.
A monster with a lumpy meat uttered a scream, and black blood spewed out from the eyes that were originally open. The black dragon took the opportunity to breathe out, and the flame of destruction spurted from its mouth, burning the struggling monster. Ashes.
"... Prophet, what are you doing here again?" The power devil in the land of dawn felt the anomaly in the ceremony and sighed quietly. With her sigh, hovering above the ceremony, the huge eyeball spying on everything slowly made a sound.
The smiling holy angel in the white sea of ​​flowers stared at her: "Little sister, your hand is too long."
The voice was Qi Leren's voice, but the speaker was not him, but the prophet far in the underground ice palace in the Twilight Land. He issued a warning to the power demon who was watching and trying to intervene through the body of Qi Leren. .
"Really? I don't think so. But since you speak in person, that's all for today. I have something left for you, and I'll come back when I have time." There was a buzzing inhuman in the huge eyes The ordinary voice echoed in this temple.
"I'm waiting for you," said the holy angel.
The eyeballs in the void disappeared, and the consciousness attached to Qi Leren also left. Before leaving, he left a sentence: "The illusionist is in the palace of the queen of dragon ants, and my palms are being delivered. On the way, I will ask you and Ning Zhou next. "
The prophet's consciousness dissipated, Qi Leren still stood on the ground, and there was a sea of ​​white flowers under his feet. The mechanical clock behind him had not completed three laps, so his power that was not his own had not disappeared.
He looked up at the dragon on the altar, and the dragon also stared at him. There was no dried blood on his body and claws, which was evidence of its fight against evil and evidence of its degeneration.
There was a lonely longing in the dragon's eyes, and it was like a gentle sadness.
Ning Zhou understands his destiny, just like every powerful person, the process of becoming stronger is a process of constantly moving closer to his original strength. One day he will forget himself, forget his love, and forget how much he loved the world. The of the source forces indulge in self and destroy everything.
No matter how hard he restrained, persuading himself to persist for the loved one, but the strength will not deceive, when he fought with monsters, he clearly felt that he was falling, this degradation is simply a joy, There is no need to make any effort, as long as the brain is emptied, the power in that bloodstream will emerge continuously, making him stronger and destroying his enemies.
But when the pool of blood turned into a sea of ​​flowers, his lover stood in front of him in the form of an angel, and stared at him. He felt heartfelt shame and fear for his weak compromise of strength.
He was afraid that one day he would hurt Qile people and hurt the world.
"Ning Zhou." Qi Leren stepped up and came to the dragon.
Compared with the giant dragon's huge body, he is almost like a pocket toy. As long as the claws of the dragon are tapped lightly, he will be crushed into a meatloaf. This body shape gap even made Qi Leren afraid, but when he thought of the black dragon in front of him, he was still willing to believe that he would not hurt him.
The dragon closed his eyes and slowly lowered his head, resting in front of him.
It's like it did in the Fire Lake of Purgatory.
It was willing to bow to its beloved and let him soothe its body and its soul with his hands.
"It's okay, it's okay ..." muttered Qi Leren, the power borrowed from the prophet had expired, the reflection of heaven had disappeared, his wings had disappeared, and the intoxicating power had also disappeared. But the calming power in him still affects the dragon.
Then the dragon gradually calmed down, the beating power of destruction receded from his body, he changed from the form of the demon dragon back to a human appearance.
Qi Leren took his hand and looked at him, but those blue eyes, who had always been firm, avoided his sight.
This was an apparently weak and hesitant attitude. Of course Qi Leren knew what it was—Ning Zhou was trapped in that dead end, which almost forced his own dead end.
He still couldn't accept himself as a demon and was still sinking, even if he was just doing the right thing as a devil, which still made him feel pain. Because at the end of this road to power, he is destined to be lost in power, like every power man.
This is not what human will can counter.
Qi Leren's heart is full of distress and do not know how to express the love, so he stomped his feet and left a tender kiss of comfort on Ning Zhou's lips.
He is willing to devote himself to burning himself as long as he can make Ning Zhou on the edge of feel the warmth of the world.
"I once said to you, but now I want to say it again: strength has nothing to do with good and evil, you have never fallen." Qi Leren held Ning Zhou's hand tightly and repeated this sentence again.
Ning Zhou slowly pressed his forehead against Qi Leren's forehead, relaxed his tight body, and closed his eyes.
He wants to hold this person tight, because this is his last redemption in the world.