The red moon returns

Chapter 261 Arrival
Two distorted lights, symbolizing two different wills, collide head-on in the void that only exists in concepts.

The defense line lost its effect almost instantly. The restraints were broken, the blades were broken, the flags were torn, the barriers were pierced, and the foundation was shattered. Even the last support was directly destroyed by the remaining will of the evil god.

The shell peeled off layer by layer, and in the end only Lynch's consciousness was left, struggling to hold on surrounded by the vast sea of ​​remaining consciousness of the evil god.

Cold, twisted, crazy...

As the two consciousnesses gradually became entangled, countless negative emotions rushed towards him, almost directly swallowing up the halo that represented the consciousness of the suppressor Lynch.

Hold on! Lynch encouraged himself repeatedly in his mind.

This is just a trace of consciousness left by the power of the evil god. Although it is difficult for mortals to fight against it, it is not impossible to win.

I must not lose my mind in front of it. As long as I persist, I will win. Otherwise, even if I have a strong will, it will be meaningless.

Then grit your teeth and hold on, and let you see my endurance of floating in the red mist for thousands of years.

As a result, the void was filled with light.

So when the holy white light exploded and Mordiggian's remaining consciousness was instantly erased, an image rushed directly into Lynch's consciousness.

It seems that an unexpected helper has arrived, killing a strong enemy instantly, and everything is developing for the better, but only if Lynch did not let his inspiration fully activate at this time and observe this world that is beyond the understanding of ordinary people.

The image looks familiar, I just saw it not long ago.

At the moment when I felt something strange, an unprecedentedly anxious message from Ms. Luna came from deep within my consciousness.

It's not an attack, it's just a simple appearance, a simple existence. However, just because of its existence, it crushed all the defenses just a moment ago, and the power of the disease that made Lin Qi's consciousness precarious was now distorted like ice and snow melting under the bright sun. The brilliance just flashed and then disappeared under the holy white light. However, the halo representing the suppressor was soaked in this holy white light and was not affected like the will of the evil god.

As soon as it appeared, it already illuminated the void.

[Stop observing and cut off inspiration. 】

A ball of pure white light suddenly exploded from between the two entangled wills.

It was as if time had suddenly stopped.

As his consciousness repeatedly withstood the impact, Lynch's consciousness went from nervousness to numbness, from numbness to stiffness, and in the end only a trace of clarity remained, and he sluggishly observed the final madness of the disease's power with inspiration.

The halo was white and flawless, solemn and solemn, with an indescribable aura of holiness. The moment it exploded, a vague holy bell even sounded in Lin Qi's consciousness.

However, his numb mind made Lynch's reaction slightly slower. Before he could take action, everything had already happened.

A petite woman, wearing a robe that reached her feet, her long golden hair was held up by an Ouroboros headband, holding a two-headed snake scepter in her hand, exuding a holy and noble aura.

Just to see who can survive to the end, just to see... huh? what's the situation?
Just when Lin Qi's consciousness was already in turmoil and the evil god's will was still trying its best to wreak havoc, the void suddenly stopped.

In Lynch's inspired observation, it could be vaguely seen that the cold halo of Mordiggian's image was flickering, almost occupying the entire void, and the tentacles formed by the cold light were already tightly entangled in his consciousness.

There is no process, only results, and the light fills the whole world in an instant.

However, without if, Lynch had just maximized his inspiration and was trying hard to understand the world.

In the painting.

And he was left with only a small group of dim warm light, which was compressed in the corner by the cold light. It was allowed to hit repeatedly by the cold light, drifting like a boat in the storm, dim and dull, but always maintaining a little bit of light.

One of the twelve main gods, the Lord of suffering and pain, Fiona.

At this time, Lynch did not realize how serious the situation was, and was still thankful that her appearance had made Mordiggian's remaining consciousness dissipate. However, the moment he saw the image clearly, everything had already slipped into an abyss that was out of control.

The next moment, Lynch felt that his consciousness was dissolving and his spirit was being assimilated. He is losing his existence.

The will of mortals cannot bear the brilliance of gods, and the eyes of mortals cannot look directly at the faces of gods.

Because that is the truth of the universe, that is the rule of the world.

Invisible, unknowable, even trying to understand is an original sin that life cannot bear.

If you look directly at the brilliance of truth, you will be assimilated by the truth and become one with it.

Even though he has embarked on the road to immortality, Lynch is still a mortal at this time. Facing the power of rules, all struggles are so feeble.

Fear bursts out from the bottom of my heart, which is the cry of the instinct of life before destruction, but fear cannot change the status quo. The soul has spontaneously thrown itself into the embrace of truth like a moth flying into the flame.

To be finished!

Despair and powerlessness filled Lynch's last remaining consciousness. He clearly knew that his journey to immortality had come to an end.

However, at the most desperate moment, Lynch suddenly felt as if a hand touched his shoulder.

Disembodied shoulders.

Ok?
Before Lin Qi could understand what this meant, along with the familiar crimson light, another figure also broke into his consciousness, blocking him in front of him and blocking the holy white light for him.

That was an unfamiliar figure.

She is tall and slim, wearing a dark red floor-length skirt, and her long black hair is spread down her back and down to her ankles.

The back is hazy and mysterious, as if covered with gentle moonlight, and the gestures are elegant and dignified. Even if he is blocking the front with the most eager mentality, he still retains his demure temperament.

However, I don’t know why, even though it was a figure I had never seen before, a familiar feeling arose spontaneously, as if the two sides had been facing each other silently for hundreds of millions of years.

While being blocked, the dissolution and assimilation immediately stopped, and the crimson moonlight seemed to protect Lynch, wrapping him in it. At this time, Lin Qi seemed to have returned to the countless years in the past, soaking in the gentle moonlight, feeling only warmth and peace.

For a moment, looking at this familiar stranger, Lin Qi even forgot the despair and fear that filled his heart just now. He stared blankly at the hazy back, his consciousness went blank except for one thought.

Luna.

【Ah. 】

The gentle laughter was as gentle as ever, lingering in Lynch's mind, and during observation, the hazy back just raised its head.

As a result, two rays of light, holy and crimson, met in the void.

But as soon as they came into contact, there was a sudden change of light and shadow, and the holy brilliance suddenly faded quickly, and the crimson moonlight immediately followed, chasing behind the holy light. The two sides flickered in the void several times, and the holy radiance disappeared out of thin air as suddenly as it appeared. In the strange void, only the crimson moonlight remained, quietly covering the familiar back.

'In order to save me, you actually showed up, and in front of other gods. Thank you, neighbor. 'When the change of light and shadow finally ended, Lynch finally silently thought in his mind, 'Will it affect you? Is there any remedy? '

There was no answer, but a familiar figure slowly turned around.

The face was blurry and could not be analyzed by mortals, but Lynch could distinguish it. She put her finger up to her lips and let out a mysterious shush.

"Don't worry, I'm always here."

The next moment, everything was shattered, like a broken mirror. When Lynch opened his eyes again, he found himself standing on the hexagram, staring blankly at the blood vortex that had stopped rotating.

(End of this chapter)