Quadruple split.

Chapter 821 Well, good

[Criminal Law: The Miracle of Bad Reproduction: Dark Apocalypse]

This is not a skill in the standard sense, and of course there is no skill description, it just objectively appeared under the black sky formed by [Crime Law - Endless Night], and boiled from there Suddenly appeared in the sky, and bombarded Tom Lestrange.

In the final analysis, the skill possessed by "Hei Fan" is just a simple [crime law], which is different from the [law shield/obstacle/punishment] he can drive under normal circumstances. concept.

And the suffix he said casually endowed this concept with a certain form of concrete outline and basic definition. In a relatively easy-to-understand way, it is—skill effect.

By referring to the theories he had come up with before, Mo Tan is very clear that the power he can drive now, not to mention the strength, at least in terms of level alone, even those literal gods descending to earth may not be better than this 'crime' 'To come high.

That being the case, as long as it is used properly, the so-called divine words are nothing more than empty words.

Perhaps a few months ago, he was not ready enough, but with the help of Yuchen, Mo Tan, who has initially grasped the true meaning of laws and regulations, and analyzed the local power system instead of simply using skills, already has a certain qualification.

Like Futaba, the qualification to truly master and drive the local power of this world outside the system-limited skill system.

So when he was affected by his [Reflection] talent, and even his camp was transformed into [Sins of the World], he originally only had one skill [Sin Bite] in this state, and he got another skill—— — Criminal law.

It is also a means of driving power, but compared with ordinary magic or divine arts, the level of 'sin' is really too high, and the degree of fit between Motan and this concept in the current state is also terrifyingly high.

If the shaman regards the element as the big brother.

If it is said that priests regard divine power as their ancestors.

If Futaba uses elements as codes.

So for Mo Tan now, 'sin' is himself, a part of his composition.

I am guilty.

What's the crime?

The crime of this world!

It's ridiculous to the extreme, but from another perspective, it makes sense.

Therefore, Mo Tan can arbitrarily add a suffix to his "law of crime" to make it exert the effect he wants. After all, since he is already the concept of "sin" itself, then he can use other powers as swords, guns and swords. It would be easier and more natural for a person with a halberd to hit someone with his own fist.

In fact, in this case, Mo Tan actually doesn’t need to say anything. He only needs one thought, at most one more look, to release his [Crime Law], instead of having to Only by shouting out the lines of "broken shoe cut" can the skills be released.

But he still said it. When he first smashed Tom's wand, he said the word 'broken', and then he continued to say [Criminal Laws·Soundless Cracking Echo], [Criminal Laws·Endless] Crazy Night], [Crime Law Order - Collapsed Castle], and the sentence just now [Crime Law Order - Miracle of Parody: Dark Apocalypse].

It's not that he's trying to improve his fashion value, or that he's still a child at heart and wants to find youth in Secondary School. If it's Mo Tan from before, it's still possible, but at this moment, he doesn't have any interest in this aspect.

But he still said it, even though his tone was a bit lazy and his attitude was very perfunctory, he still said it.

Only Mo Tan knows the reason
That is, he felt that by doing so, he could make himself more like a 'person' rather than anything else.

That's right, Mo Tan is working hard to make himself look like a human being.

Not to mention the results, but he is indeed working hard in this regard.

If you want to ask why, you can only say that Mo Tan feels that the self in the mirror is not the real self.

Even if his appearance, character, and essence are reflected in the reflection, the person in the mirror is only the person in the mirror after all, and Mo Tan, and himself who is arbitrarily defined by the system as an 'absolutely neutral' personality are two different things.

Perhaps now he can remain calm in front of such classic plots, instead of secretly feeling that he is really good and awesome.

Maybe now he can't feel the slightest touch about saving Yizuo, and even feels a little troublesome and redundant.

But I am myself, and borrowing the side in the mirror does not mean becoming the person in the mirror. This is Mo Tan's last bottom line and persistence.

Only he with his current personality, with almost unlimited tolerance, can do this.

Even if it is swallowed, it will not be assimilated.

It is precisely because he does not seem to have a strong enough self that he cannot be turned into anyone.

He didn't lose his mind under the concept that even the word despair can't describe his eventuality. Although he was inevitably affected, he always stuck to his original heart.

So at this moment, there is a second person in this world who can face the 'sins of this world' directly.

That is to say, Mo Tan, or Hei Fan, who stood in front of that mirror with an 'absolutely neutral' personality.

He doesn't want to become like this, but he is very glad that he can get this power at this moment. Although this "luck" does not exist in his feelings now, his reason is very clear, and he will feel lucky .

At the moment when the dark apocalypse suddenly descended, Mo Tan narrowed his eyes slightly, and his pupils, which were as black as ink like an abyss, gradually became clear.

"A mere sin in this world."

He snapped his fingers again, and a second dark apocalypse fell from the sky, engulfing the almost inhuman Tom Lestrange.

A silent howl came from the center of the black beam of light, which was not very pleasant.

Mo Tan raised his hand, waved away the dark night, and breathed a sigh of relief
"I can still tolerate it."

pain!Excruciating pain!Cruel pain!
The moment the first beam of light fell from the sky and hit him, Tom Lestrange's anger was gone, leaving only the unforgettable pain.

Pain in the literal sense, excruciating pain.

In fact, when the other party lightly immune to the killing curse, Tom knew that he had kicked the iron plate, but he didn't choose to run away immediately, but was dazzled by the negative emotion of losing the 'snake venom' Mind, trying to fight that frightening priest head-on.

The result speaks for itself
He lost without any suspense, and he didn't even feel that the opponent was exerting strength.

Darkness covered the sky, and under the black light, his wounded body melted like ice and blood.

That's right, it's ice blood, not ice and snow.

Tom, barely left with the last shred of sanity, finally felt the power he had been pursuing all along, the power to crush everything, be unscrupulous, and rule the world.

There is no domineering, no arrogance, no arrogance, it's just so simple that people can't even bring up the slightest thought to resist.

As mentioned before, Tom Lestrange is a genius, a peerless genius rarely seen in a century.

Because of this, he could perceive how unreasonable the opponent's power was.

That kind of indescribable pressure, as if everything in this world is standing behind each other, against oneself.

It is a power that transcends physical attacks, spell damage, and spiritual influence. It is the existence that can overturn all laws, or the laws themselves.

He was powerless to resist, whether it was the explosion that erupted from his body and forcibly opened dozens of wounds in his body, or the gravitational force that directly pulled him into some kind of subspace, or directly wiped out all his defense methods The fluctuations, Tom Lestrange can only accept it after barely deciphering a superficial principle, and can't do anything else.

In the end, that dark and cold beam of light actually contained some kind of divine power, and from the analysis of its strength and the damage he had suffered, it was even very likely to be the power of a righteous god, not the low-level god of whispering. stuff.

Not only that
Tom didn't know if it was his own delusion, he seemed to find that even the divine power was blasted down with an almost submissive attitude, and what washed over him was not the kind of "judgment" that was so high and mighty, but rather It was with a sense of panic and fear, as if urged to fall from the sky by something terrifying.

This is ridiculous.

Although Tom doesn't think that kind of fear comes from God, but the existence of "divine power" that can cause fear is scary enough in a sense.

I have to admit that he is indeed a genius. After all, most people in this situation have been tortured by the endless pain to the point of collapse or died directly, but Tom can still make such an analysis in the process of entering death. You can even subconsciously marvel.

And then.
He completely disappeared in that icy apocalypse, dead without a whole body.

At the same time, a snake with scarlet vertical pupils suddenly jumped out from Archbishop Aiden's sleeves. It first opened its mouth and sprayed out several ghastly green flashes, causing the surrounding four elders who were about to give Aiden the final blow. Forced to disperse, then suddenly rolled up Eden into the air, and shot eastward at an extremely fast speed.

"Two souls?"

Mo Tan frowned slightly, then raised his right hand, stretched out his index finger and aimed steadily at the giant snake that was so slow in his eyes, and said softly: "Sin Law Order Farewell to the tomb of this world."

He suddenly stopped and couldn't continue reading.

And the big snake wrapped around Aiden's body in mid-air, suddenly accelerated again, and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

"It's the limit."

Mo Tan sighed softly, put down his right hand, and let the big snake with one-third of Tom Lestrange's soul fragment go away.

Cut the weeds and roots, make up the knife
It's not that he doesn't want to, it's that he can't.

In other words, although he can, the price he has to pay is too great.

Mo Tan wiped away the blood left from his eyes, mouth and nose, and sighed softly.

In a trance, the figure that originally only existed in the mirror had already quietly taken a step forward, stepping out of the mirror.

【almost. 】

He thought so, then sat down slowly, and turned his head to look east.

Counting the time, the last viable force of the Whispering Sect should be arriving soon.

About [-] elites, [-]% cavalry, the average strength is not weak, the proportion of high-level professionals is very large, no matter how bad they are, they are also middle-level.

But I have already arranged it, as long as I follow the plan, I can win the battle ninety-nine percent.

If you can't win.
The light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

If you can't win, you will die.

Yizuo realizes that she seems to have had a dream
In the dream, the seniors had already firmly established the victory, the morale of the entire army on Sumir's side was high, and all the soldiers were fighting bloody battles where they should be, constantly strangling those who were not weak, but had been dismantled by the seniors. The heretic, and the leader of the enemy, was also surrounded by four Sumir elders headed by Mundo Pan.

Everything is going in a good direction.

then
A flash of red.

He pushed away the senior himself.

The world was dyed blood red, and he fell down. He was very painful and scared, but he did not die.

An unexpected enemy appeared, very powerful and suffocating, I couldn't see his appearance clearly.

A silver flash.

The senior said that he would not die, and asked himself to leave quickly.

Most of what the senior said is correct, after all, he has already sworn to the goddess.

But I didn't want to leave, because I swore to protect senior, and I didn't believe how much senior respected the promise he made to the goddess.

And then.
The body moved.

It was cold and dark.

I sank into the chaos, but I still didn't seem to be able to die, because I could vaguely hear the voice of the senior.

The useless body began to suffer more and more, reminding himself all the time that Yizuo Gelette was still alive.

There was something covering him, it was very warm.

He tried to open his eyes, although his eyelids seemed to become extremely heavy, but he still succeeded.

I saw the senior's back, very thin, not wearing a priest's robe.

It seems that he knows what is covering himself
Some joy, but more fear.

Because the senior can't be here, can't stand in front of him, he should run away.

Ruoyou Ruowu's voice came over, but he couldn't hear it clearly, and his vision became more and more blurred.

In the dream, the senior, he defeated the enemy inexplicably
It's ridiculous, but fascinating.

After an unknown amount of time, the senior sat beside him, looked up at a certain direction, and muttered something in a low voice.

The out-of-control dream seems to be back on track, and I tried to open my eyes in a daze, trying to attract the attention of the senior by patting the stone platform, and wanted to ask him what happened.
The senior noticed it, turned his head, and looked at himself silently.

【What did I want to say just now? 】

Yizuo Jielette's consciousness became more and more blurred, she remembered that she had something to ask senior.

Very important, very important thing.

Suddenly, she remembered.

Since it is a dream.

Since it is very important.

then it must be
"Senior, I don't want to be your guard knight anymore."

"okay."

"I want to be your guardian knight"

"okay."

Exactly the same answer.

It's really a dream that doesn't distract you at all.

Thinking so, Yizuo Gelette closed her eyes with a smile, and fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter [-]: The End

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