Vol 6 Chapter 384: This last, first horror

The imperial capital, at midnight that may never end, the imperial capital of Golovin, enveloped by a huge gray-blue vortex, has become a paradise for the monsters.
There was no living life between the ruins, only the ice-cracking howl from the surging wave of monsters, and the shell of the evil who waved tentacles and violently raged.
This kind of monster condensed by the power of the vast void will often become a breakthrough for the existence of some voids to break the gap between the two realms; but now the entire void is almost swallowed up by the Holy Cross. Now, the rest are just some "Lone Soul Wild Ghost" has long fallen.
And these huge monsters have become the same low-level monsters as the carrion demons, wreaking havoc, ravaging everything they see, craving all living flesh and blood.
Within the ruins of the dark imperial capital, with the last grey-blue light dissipating, the Royal Wizard Academy, which has been persisting from the vortex, was finally broken.
Regardless of the battle day and night, the instructors and apprentices in the academy had already run out of lights, and the materials that had been left were squandered.
The arrival of the little wizard and his party gave them a glimmer of hope, but it also brought despair ... The cost of re-capturing the imperial capital was too high. The emperor did not intend to use conventional means, but directly let the dragon burn the emperor to ashes.
This is not a too surprising result, but it is also equivalent to telling them that it is meaningless to stick to the present action, which is another reason for them to decide to die together.
After the last ice barrier was finally unsustainable and broken; the imperial imperial wizards who were stubbornly resisted were quickly overwhelmed by the endless stream of carrion demons and disappeared.
But these terrible screams did not make Serel feel any joy;
On the contrary, all he has now is endless irritability.
In the face of the almost immortal Eckhardt Salion, or this empty shell that connects himself with the power of the Holy Cross and the Holy Grail by cleverness, it is really nothing. Very good solution.
Even if he killed him ten thousand times, this abominable bug will still be resurrected ten thousand times and continue to disgust himself, just like ... the dog of the Holy Cross.
If nothing else interferes, Serel does not really care to continue or continue forever, until the vortex spreads and the world is eroded by the void. The biggest difference between the will of the void and the material world is that there is no concept of time.
In order to plan all this today, Serel waited for hundreds of years, and even repeated everything in the void thousands of times, tens of thousands of times; this little obstacle in front of him is not even within his consideration.
The real threat is Loren Turin.
That stranger hasn't appeared yet ... No matter how Serol disdains his strength, another holy grail in Loren's hands can't be ignored.
Without the two Holy Grails, he could not really open the barriers of the two realms and allow the realms of the two realms to fuse together. Destroying the foundation of the Holy Cross would not be able to do this. Even the Black Cross is just a falling evil god.
And Serel always felt that the empty shell with the "Eckhardt" consciousness in front of him probably did not just intend to obstruct himself, but also had an unknown purpose.
"... Only Your Majesty, truly understand this world and have the power to bring this world to a better future ..."
"... he is the one who is qualified to rule this world, to become the faith of all imperial people and even the whole world; he ... should be crowned as God ..."
The arrogant words of bed bugs, Séior did not care about it; but now it seems that there may be a need for vigilance.
Can't go on like this anymore!
"boom!"
The tumbling black mist rolled up around Eckhardt, constantly trying to break through his defense.
Eckhart, whose face was slightly changed, scattered the black mist with his backhand, and his fingertips were accidentally wiped by the little black mist that had not come and scattered, and his body trembled like an electric shock. Flashed by.
For the existence in the void, consciousness is the body, and the message is that even if the power is only a flash of illusion, it seems that the desperate old woman who saw it with her own eyes desperately grabbed her body and howled.
A moment of consternation immediately revealed more flaws, and more black mist broke through Eckhart's defense and invaded his body.
"Ok!!!!!"
Eckhardt, who looked the same, staggered, forcibly controlled his body to stand firm, and raised his arms to disperse the dark mist that was approaching far away.
But ... it's too late.
The endless black mist has frantically ripped open the defense of his body, and the body of Eckhart who has died into Eckhart's consciousness is just an empty shell maintained by the power of the Holy Cross, and the consciousness that has not dispersed is his origin.
Even by the absolute law of the material world, it can resist the invasion of the power of the void; but in the face of the power of the black cross, whether Eckhardt or Holy Cross ... can only be absolutely crushed, the existence of the level of ants .
It is also the rule of the void world that the strong dominates, accommodates and even ravages the weak.
The countless horror scenes are like intertwined spider webs, with the dark mist completely enveloping Eckhart's consciousness.
Eckhardt, standing in the dark, when he opened his eyes again, everything ...
Are still.
Eckhart found that he was standing alone in the intact temple, in the empty temple, where the figure of the Black Cross Serel could not be found.
The dream world ... This is not difficult to detect, and even knows the principle of Eckhart, and even how to escape from the dream world, he also knows how to ...
"Do you know the number of tiles in this temple?"
A familiar voice sounded behind him, Rao Eckhart could not help but tremble slightly.
He looked back, and the little figure standing in front of the temple was staring at himself indifferently; his bright, fire-like hair was clean and tidy, and a pair of red pupils were as pure as gemstones and not dusty.
"It can't be more clear." Eckhart responded indifferently.
"How is it possible?" The teenager ... or Eckhardt Salion decades ago asked: "You can't see everything, no matter how much you remember, you will always forget when you see it later."
"Then don't look at it." Eckhardt shook his head. "In another way, we can know the total number of temple tiles."
"Open your eyes, the world is in front of you; close your eyes, you are the world."
"Really?" The teenager blinked:
"But with my eyes closed, I can't see Grandma Charlotte."
"Grandma Charlotte, she is not here."
"Oh, where is that?"
"You know where she is."
Eckhart, who spoke in a low voice, was already shaking slightly: "Here ... not her deathbed."
"Ah, I remembered it." The teenager suddenly woke up: "I saw it with my own eyes. My father knelt in front of Charlotte's grandmother's bed and quarreled with him."
"Yes, they quarreled, they were too loud, and then the grandmother fell asleep, and then ... then ... just ..."
"Just ... how ..."
Eckhart's voice trembled ... the moment the scene appeared, he understood Serriel's vicious intentions.
There are only two ways to escape the dream world, either violent cracking, or killing the existence that created the dream world, or finding its specially set "key".
With the power of Eckhardt, neither of the first two is possible ... Facing the power of the void of the Black Cross, even the Holy Cross is crushed by the opponent.
So he had only the third way ... to find the key.
And the key to Serel's elaborate design is himself.
To be more precise is to face the depths of your heart, the most influential and the most terrible memory.
The most profound, the original "horror".
"It's the father ... killed the grandmother with his own hands."
"And I just watched it, saw it with my own eyes and ... no movement."
"Not because of fear, excitement, or fear, but because ... because his father is a weak person, his father can stabilize the turbulent empire under Charlotte's grandmother, because his father's mediocre intellect is easier ... to be manipulated by me ... "
"I ... watched my father ... and killed Grandma Charlotte."
The young man seemed to be struggling to remember, telling a terrible story with a tender voice.
"But I still have a father. Standing so far away, I can't hear what my father is saying."
"Yes." Eckhardt nodded slightly, his cold hands and feet shaking slightly:
"So you are not here."
"Where am I standing?"
"Don't you know where you stand?"
"I forgot, I went too late that day, when there were so many people."
"No, not many people are going there. If there are too many, you can't count how many tiles are in the temple." Eckhart shook his head, his expression began to be in a trance.
"Oh, I remembered. There were not many people that day, but there were so many outside the door." The teenager suddenly realized: "That day was the grandmother's funeral. They all stood outside the door."
"Why are they standing outside the door?"
"Because ... because ..."
The teenager's expression fell into meditation, and it seemed that the memory fell into a situation of conflict and contradiction, as if the same thing happened twice in a completely different way.
It is impossible for the same thing to happen twice, then there must be one that is false, made up or fantasized by oneself at that time, deceiving the young self.
"Father just shouted at the time, and those people immediately separated and gave way to themselves ... I was the first time to see such a scene."
With a command, everyone who is prohibited is allowed to make a neat and tidy road ...
At that time, who was standing in the temple was ready to come out.
"So ... are they going to stand outside the door?" Eckhardt, who was desperately calm, was shaking from head to toe at this moment.
The dream world is a divided realm of void, and what really trembles is not the body named Eckhart, but his consciousness and soul.
The fear of being taken away from the deepest secret in your heart is no less than the heart-cutting!
"Because ... because they are late too." The teenager recalled desperately, like a dagger, stabbing into Eckhardt's heart a little.
"Because the people in the door ... don't want them to come in. They exhausted all the methods and blocked the people outside the door from going out."
"Standing outside the door is someone who doesn't want his father to succeed; there are many people I know and my loved ones;"
"The one standing inside the door is someone who wants his father to succeed; there are a lot of people I don't know and my servants;"
"People outside the door are unarmed;"
"The people inside the gate are fully armed;"
"People outside the door wanted to come in. They were blocked by people inside the door. They ... didn't come in, they were outside the door ... asleep."
The juvenile voice gradually became indifferent: "In their own blood, they fell asleep."
"None of them broke in, father, Charlotte grandmother ... they were well protected by the people in the door."
"They are safe."
The trembling Eckhart nodded slightly, and he must continue to ask: "Is there anyone ... know this?"
The teenager shook his head, his expression very confident: "No one knows."
"why?"
"Because the people who know are gone, the ones inside and outside the door, and others involved, they are all gone."
"Grandmother Charlotte is asleep, the father knows, but the father dare not say."
Eckhart nodded again: "So after all the dust fell, you came to the temple and saw your father."
"That's it." The nodded his head, and his mouth smiled suddenly: "I was the last one. When I came, things were over; when I arrived, my father was kneeling on Charlotte's grandmother Around.
"The people in the door were standing neatly, and my father let them separate in one sentence, giving me a way."
With his teeth clenched, Eckhart, unable to maintain his composure, gasped and said:
"So ... do you know the number of tiles in this temple?"
The teenager nodded seriously, and answered seriously: "I know."
"How do you know? You can't see everything clearly."
"Then don't use watching ~ EbookFREE.me ~ In another way, you can know the total number of temple tiles." The teenager said: "I just need to know that there are a pair of feet standing on each tile, so I Just know how many people are in the door. "
"And I know how many people are in the door because ..."
"It's me who made them appear here."
puff!
The awakened Eckhart shook his head, slowly lowering his head, a black mist like a substance turned into a spear, piercing from the position of the heart in the chest, penetrating through the back.
The body is just an empty shell, and what is really torn apart is the barrier that Eckhardt built by relying on the power of the Holy Grail to protect his own consciousness.
Now, he is almost exposed to the force of Selior's void with no resistance; he can even feel the strength of the other party starting to erode his body, and raising his hand a little can make him disappear!
"This ... is the end."
At the moment Serel's voice fell, Eckhart, who could not support it, finally fell to his knees.