Chapter 86: The Queen's Legacy (25)

Got to help her!
The idea had just flashed in Qi Leren's mind, and Aya's body had turned into a quagmire ... Among the black mud, a woman in a palace dress with blood on her face floated, gazing "sadly" "Let her.
Asi turned his face indifferently, and seemed to feel that the temporary alliance was trying to deal with an defenseless girl, so he refocused on Qi Leren.
The woman without legs on the swamp flashed, and suddenly appeared behind Aya. She didn't even use any weapons, but just gently waved Aya to the ground. Aya exclaimed, holding the belly she was hitting. The internal organs and internal organs seemed to have been crushed. She was so sweaty that she couldn't say a word.
The woman grinned—showing shark-like fangs. She flashed silently in front of Aya, and her hands with sharp nails stabbed at Aya's heart!
Aya closed her eyes in despair, afraid to think about the pain that was about to pierce her heart, but the pain did not fall on her, so she opened her eyes with courage and the woman's hand Deadlocked in the air, and across her shoulders, the sacred angel in the distance stretched out her hand, and the power of time condensed in his hand blocked the woman's offensive.
The little queen who couldn't hold her eyes narrowed her eyes. After all, she didn't help. After all, wait, it's not the time to take her shot.
"I still want to protect an irrelevant person, senior, you really are a kind person." Said Masked muttered, seemingly remembering that sloppy rainy night, the one blocking him. Before the "red".
But when the memories were painted with the color of betrayal, he finally couldn't laugh, and the hatred turned into killing, or maybe it was the power of killing that made him lose himself. Asi watched Qi Leren's eyes more and more The more gloomy, as if those red eyes were brewing a storm.
With the turning of Asi's mind, the world shrouded in Qile people seemed to sink into the deep sea. He was surprised to find that the surrounding scenery began to change-blood and corpses on the ground began to sink, and the fog was condensing like liquid. Ashi stood in an abyss, covering Qi Leren with his world!
Heavy, stressful, suffocating ... Qi Leren's body weighed more than a thousand pounds. He felt this experience once. In the dream mission of the nun, Su He's strength in the field that he once showed can easily suppress the nightmare witch. Can't move on the ground.
No, it's not exactly the same, this power seems ... not so irresistible.
Qi Leren, whose prophet's heart aging is not over, will not be able to resist under this power. He can still move, but is uncontrollably involved in another world.
"It seems that you haven't mastered the semi-realm." Asi's voice sounded between heaven and earth, as if the light lit up the world. "Welcome to 'Bloody Wilderness'. What you see is just a small part of this realm." Block projection, but it's enough to deal with you who don't even have half a field. "
Realm of Killing the Devil? Qi Leren looked at the on earth in shock. Even if the killing demon in the seal could not mobilize his realm, it was impossible to land directly in the realm of the dragon ant queen, but this projection was already shocking enough.
It should be frightening.
Under the blood-stained sky, the world in sight is covered by a sense of murder. Whether it is a walking dead walking in a ruined city-state, or a hungry beast wandering in the streets and lanes, every creature is filled with madness Killing intention. Meaningless killings and deaths are spreading in this city-state above the wilderness, like a rain falling from the sky, making people irrational.
Asi and the Qile people stood opposite each other and stopped in the red sky. The wind blew into the nasal cavity, making it impossible to feel the original power permeated in the projection of this field.
"How are you going to escape, senior?" Asi asked softly, watching the battle of the beasts softly and cruelly.
Time passed minute by minute, Qi Leren was helpless with the power that was not his own. He used this prophet's power awkwardly, his thoughts turned into countless eagles hovering in the air, overlooking the land.
For a moment, he felt as if he was one with the world.
He closed his eyes, and the wings behind him spread gradually. Together with the dusk and sunset behind him, white wild flowers bloomed from the sky and swept towards the wilderness city-state. Where the white waves passed, the blood became Flowers, killing becomes holy, scarlet becomes pure white ...
Countless walking dead trapped in the land rushed out of the city towards him. Looking down from the sky, the world at your feet seems to be two opposing oil paintings. On the one hand, there is the madness of the blood of the dead mountains, and on the other hand, the tranquility of the evening wilderness. Peaceful, blooming under the same sky.
"Looking at it from this perspective, the world is unusual." A voice sounded in Qi Leren's mind.
"The Prophet!" Qi Leren, who was in tension and anxiety, seemed to have found a backbone and settled down at once.
The prophet chuckled: "There is only one minute left. After one minute, you will go down and fight against the monsters. Are you ready?"
Qi Leren looked at the unreasonable humans and monsters below, and each creature was insane and malicious as if seeping from the soul. Even if they are still far away from him, it is impossible to encounter them floating in the air. He, but the terrifying will to kill them was creepy.
"What am I going to do?" Qi Leren asked the prophet for help. He really didn't know what to do. His understanding of power was too ordinary and superficial, so that now he suddenly found that the competition for power had reached a level he couldn't understand. The battle he understood was still one move and one move. The battle between people, but the semi-realm or even realm-level power is not what he can imagine.
It's like two little worms lying on a leaf in a lake, fighting over a small piece of land, looking desperately at a giant wheel coming from the front ...
"It's time to ask yourself, what is your understanding of the world? What is the power you feel? When you stand in front of despair, do you want to lower your head or move forward toward the abyss? Do you have the courage to break free of the shackles of cognition and step out of the realm of a human being? "The prophet said in a specious word.
"I don't know, in the end ..." Qi Leren said nervously, overwhelmed by this dangerous status quo.
The prophet's light laughter came again, with a pleasant joy: "Did you not already witness your power?"
Qi Leren was dumb, in the terrible ice abyss, he did witness a wonderful power, pulling it back from the abyss of death back to reality, but now when he thinks about it, he thinks about it again No, what kind of mysterious and mysterious power is ...
At a time when the Qile people and the prophet are talking in a distant space-time, Asi is condensing the power of killing, feeling the mad killing swept through his body, and the seed of killing parasitic on him is about to devour him, he This urges the projection of this already on the verge of madness to become even more crazy.
In his eyes, those distant horizons, with their eyes lowered, seemed to have fallen into the sacred angel of constant contemplation, which was so similar to the enchanting red in his memory, and so different.
The pictures of countless memories flashed in his mind, both a mourning and a farewell.
"Time is up." The prophet's voice sounded again, with a hint of sorrow and faint expectation. "Wake up, Qi Leren, you are not meant to be like everyone else ... What you want to see is different from before The world, you have to take on, is a burden that is too heavy to bear. "
"But I ..." Qi Leren desperately wanted to pursue it. He had too many questions to ask. What exactly was the semi-field? How can we break into the semi-field? How should he escape from the current despair?
But there is no time to know the answer.
The clock behind them moved one second after another, time passed, and finally, the power that was not his own left from him.
The wings were peeling from his back piece by piece, the strength was madly withdrawn from his body, the holy angel of the evening fell in the setting sun, and the reflection of Eden was far away, and the beautiful phantom fell apart. He was like an angel expelled from heaven, and fell to after being punished with the cruelest punishment.
Fortunately, the last remaining power did not let him fall heavily to the ground, he was gently placed on the ground-a wasteland.
In front of her was a red sky, with the scarlet rain, the earth under her feet was soaked with blood, but the gentle sunset behind her had passed away, with the distant heaven.
What Qi Leren, who had lost his strength, could see was the walking dead walking forward towards him, the incarnation of the killing demon overlooking him in the sky, watching indifferently the imminent massacre. He knew that he must not be able to fight projections in this realm-unless he had a semi-realm.
The man he admired finally gave up his camouflage.
The weak he stood in the wilderness and was against the world.