edge of pure land.

Chapter 424: Eternal Reincarnation
Although meeting an old friend after a long separation, Medanzo did not show any emotion. He just looked at the familiar face expressionlessly, walked into the abandoned resort with an umbrella, and sat on the ground on the soft beach like a traveler passing by.

"It is indeed as you said. I have calculated the possibility of you appearing here, but I would rather believe that I miscalculated than to see you standing in front of me alive."

He picked up the cup of coffee and said with emotion: "You are more peaceful when you are dead."

"After all these years, you're still so harsh."

Constantine sighed, "In fact, before I became a god, the person I was most worried about was you. It's not that I was worried that something might happen to you, but I felt that there was something wrong with the way you interacted with this world. You are too arrogant, and too aloof... This world is too angry, but sometimes it is full of kindness. You are the most contradictory complex I have ever seen."

The ruined city was so empty, with only the hot wind roaring through the long streets. The lonely stars in the night sky were looming, reflected on the black sea, sparkling.

The two strongest people in the world were sitting on the beach and talking, just like the reunion of old friends. It was as if they had gone back many years and nothing had changed.

There was no excitement that brought tears to my eyes, nor was there any feeling of being in another world.

The eyes, which were also shining with sunlight, looked at each other, as if they had only separated yesterday.

Medanzo shrugged: "I think I'm doing pretty well."

Constantine said firmly: "But you are lonely."

Medanzo raised an eyebrow: "Don't talk like you know me well."

Constantine smiled silently: "Don't I understand you? In this world, there are always more fools than geniuses. You are a genius among geniuses, just like Van Gogh who was never understood during his lifetime. Only after his death will people understand his value."

Medanzo said disdainfully: "I live a much better life than Van Gogh."

Constantine shook his head and said, "Whether you live a good life or not, only you know it. Some people have mountains of gold and silver, but they are not happy. It sounds a bit Versailles, but it is not without reason. You are born a genius, you can easily get everything you want, except people's hearts. In fact, people like us are like this, because we have obtained too much power and are suspected by others. While we are given high hopes, we are always on guard. We shoulder the sacred mission of protecting the world, but at the same time we are aliens that should not exist in the eyes of others."

He paused. “We are monsters, and you are a monster among monsters.”

Medanzo drank his coffee and said, "Instant coffee tastes terrible."

Constantine was used to his tricks of changing the subject, and said helplessly: "We have long been accustomed to the malice from mediocre people, and also to the groundless suspicions and accusations. It seems that this has become a part of life. I also know that people fear me far more than they respect me. No matter what I do, I can never be someone that people respect from the bottom of their hearts. This applies to the first and second generations. When I wanted to compete with you, it was not because I wanted to become a sacred monarch, but because I didn't want you to sit in that position."

Medanzo narrowed his eyes: "What do you mean?"

Constantine smiled and said, "Because you are not suitable. You are still a child."

Medanzo sneered, "You say that as if you were my elder."

Constantine corrected him, "You know what I mean. I'm not saying that my personality is more mature and stable than yours. It's just that there are things I'm willing to accept and I'm willing to compromise. But you're different. You're resisting... You're resisting growing up. You hate the way adults do things."

Medanzo curled his lips and said, "Really?"

Constantine nodded. "Everyone thinks you are a moody lunatic, but we are the only ones who know that you are just childish. I don't know what you went through in your childhood that made you develop such a personality. But you are more sensitive than most people, and you have your own unique psychological protection mechanism. When you encounter misunderstandings and slander, your inner pride makes you disdain to defend yourself. Your inner paranoia prompts you to find ways to retaliate double the amount once you feel you have been offended. The most direct manifestation of this is your relationship with the Federation."

A trace of emotion emerged in his sunlight-filled eyes: "I still remember when you first became the Archbishop, you felt that the holy objects were not safe in the Sealed Gate and worried that they would be used by people with ulterior motives, so you decided to use your own magic to reinforce the seal. But the old guys in the Church and the Federation thought that you wanted to monopolize the ownership of those holy objects. In fact, you had no interest in those holy objects, but you executed the cardinals guarding the Sealed Gate on the grounds of collusion with heretics and stole most of the holy objects. The remaining half, you sealed them one by one in socks, and gave them to those big shots as gifts on Christmas that year."

There are actually many more things like this.

Constantine only listed one of the many things that could have happened.

Medanzo spread his hands and said, "They all think so, why shouldn't I do it?"

Constantine said dimly, "What is your purpose in doing this? You are just venting your dissatisfaction. The harder you mock the world, the more they will be afraid of you. You are not the kind of person they think you are, because you are kind by nature and you can't bear to see the world burn. But when you endure the misunderstanding of the world, your actions will only make you drift away from everyone. I have told you many times that emotionality cannot solve the problem."

Medanzo held up a finger and shook it gently. "I don't think about solving the problem. What the world becomes has nothing to do with me. I don't care."

Constantine suddenly asked: "Then why are you here?"

Medanzo said nothing and just lowered his head to drink his coffee.

"See how much the world has let you down?"

Constantine played with the iron spoon for stirring the coffee, and the reflection of the spoon reflected his complicated eyes: "You are still a child at heart, and you yearn for a fairy-tale world, perfect. But the reality is not like that, the reality is cruel. The more you insist on something, the more disappointed you will be."

Medanzo finally raised his head and whispered, "What do you want to tell me?"

Constantine pointed to the sparkling sea and said, "Under the sea, there is a military base left over from ancient times. It is covered by an alchemical matrix and contains a well-preserved nuclear submarine. Although the model is a bit old, the technology has not improved much in the past five hundred years, so it is completely usable. The most important thing is that this nuclear submarine can break through the seal of the third station, and it has a unique cruise system."

Medanzo narrowed his eyes and said with interest: "Are you asking me to...escape?"

Constantine hummed, "I don't mean to look down on you, but you shouldn't have come here. What you reminded me of that year was true."

Medanzo's eyes became deeper: "Is there someone else behind the curse of the Divine Ashes?"

The hot wind whistled, lifting the white hair on his forehead, and a majestic aura filled the air silently.

The sea tides became turbulent.

Constantine raised his hand to the sky, his originally calm face became mysterious, and he said softly: "When you and I were promoted to the tenth realm, we both felt it... There seems to be an extremely powerful existence in this world. Whenever we become stronger, it seems to be around. And when we really want to study it, it is gone. It's like Schrödinger's cat, between existence and non-existence. But according to the notes left by the first and second generations, before I became the third generation, its presence was not so strong."

Medanzo also raised his head, his sunlight-filled eyes reflecting the night between the sea and the sky, and said lightly: "With the new system we developed, it is also recovering."

Constantine suddenly asked: "Do you know why?"

Medanzo thought for a moment, raised his hand and released a holy light curtain. Thousands of strands of sunlight gathered together to form a vague human figure: "Because this person was wiped out by the mystery of the Divine Ashes."

When he said this, it was like a bolt of thunder from the blue. The hot wind howling on the long street blew down the shattered remains of the buildings, and the falling rubble made a dull sound.

The light curtain released by Medanzo's right hand fluctuated slightly, reflecting the outline of a man. The darkness in the night was illuminated, and a mysterious atmosphere spread like steam.

"The secret of the Divine Ashes Technique cannot really wipe out a person in a physical sense, but it can separate him from this world, just like a seal, preventing him from interfering with the outside world. This is a bit similar to my situation in the Holy Mountain, but his situation is undoubtedly more serious."

He twisted his right hand, and the figure in the Holy Light Curtain became clearer and clearer: "Every kingdom can sense his existence, but no one can have any influence on him, except for those who develop the Evolver system. Whenever someone restores a new system from the distorted history, his seal will become loose. This is why I advised you not to become a holy monarch. But unfortunately, when I discovered this... it was too late."

Constantine looked at him with satisfaction and praised: "As expected of you, you are smart."

"Although I still don't know who this person is, I hate him extremely. I don't want to see this guy break free from the seal, but we both have already made wedding clothes for him. In fact, when you had problems with your thinking, I was also vaguely affected. But the difference between you and me is that I can resist for a while."

Medanzo clenched his right hand and crushed the holy light in his palm. His voice became cold. "But the reason is not that I am stronger than you in any way. It's that he can only affect one person at a time. The first generation, the second generation, and you... You all went to the North Pole to get rid of his influence, but in the end you all failed."

Constantine's eyes were filled with relief. "Yes, that's right. You always thought... Omega was the instigator of all this. But in fact, that's not the case. The return of that man is the end of all this, so I advise you to run away quickly. Now, he has completed three-fifths of the task."

Medanzo pondered the meaning of this sentence: "Three-fifths?"

Constantine pointed at him and said, "You are his fourth sacrifice."

Medanzo smiled.

"Interesting, there are still people in this world who would use me as a sacrifice."

He licked his lips, revealing an almost crazy expression again, and his emotions were faintly excited: "Even if it was a trap set by the God of Origin, she couldn't do anything to me if I didn't fall into the trap voluntarily. Could it be that that guy is really more powerful than the God of Origin?"

Constantine thought about it seriously and gave a negative answer: "That's not the case. The God of Origin is indeed the top of the world and the existence of everything. But you also know that the foolishness of human beings is that they often fear the existence they cannot understand and ignore the more dangerous people around them. The ancients said that those who are not of my kind must have different hearts... But I always think that people of the same kind are the most dangerous. The most terrifying species in this world is not the gods, but humans. I think, after going through so many things, you have also discovered what the nature of the White Walkers is."

The madness in Medanzo's eyes had not disappeared. The sunlight flickered in his eyes, like a tritium lamp in the dark. "White Walkers are White Walkers themselves, just garbage creatures without brains. But if I'm not mistaken... the original gods should all be humans. The so-called White Walkers' human bodies are nothing more than the spiritual consciousness of the original humans that was revived in the infinitely replicated individuals later. And the human bodies of the gods are actually their original bodies."

Dead silence.

The hot wind howled between the sea and the sky, drowning out his whispers.

If this conversation between Medanzo and Constantine could be recorded by reporters, it would certainly cause an uproar on the global Internet. Scholars from all over the world would go completely crazy, especially the academic forums in the world of evolution would be directly paralyzed, and all human views would be overturned.

When scholars from all over the world had only just touched the edge of the civilization of the gods after five hundred years of joint efforts, Medanzo had already discovered the truth of it all alone.

"Almost. Your inference is correct."

Constantine exclaimed: "I admire you. I only knew the truth after I died."

"Don't pretend. When you wanted to become a god in the North Pole, you must have guessed something in advance. If I'm not mistaken, your goal is to enter that... research institute. When I went to the North Pole alone, I also took a look at that place from afar. I knew that I couldn't get in at that time. I don't have the God Ashes Technique, and I must master the power of Alpha and Omega at the same time to have hope."

Medanzo's eyes turned cold. "You planned so much behind my back before. Actually, you wanted to seize the body of the Tree of Life in the Arctic and obtain the Order Factor."

Constantine also joked: "Not only that, I also want to steal Omega's pseudo-core."

Medanzo suddenly realized: "Did Omega condense a new pseudo-core at that time?"

Constantine hummed: "Almost, but I didn't get it."

Medanzo scoffed, "You've never fought Omega?"

Constantine did not answer the question directly, but continued to ask: "In fact, I never understood why Omega was so afraid of you. Now I understand that you are indeed one of the most vigilant individuals in the world. From a genetic point of view, this is also true. If I am not mistaken, in the original world, you were also a cancer patient."

"Wow."

Medanzo pretended to be amazed: "The original world."

Constantine suddenly stood up, playing with the iron spoon in his hand, and drew a huge circle on the beach: "Don't you know it very well? This world has been destroyed and reshaped many times. There is a great man who constantly reshapes this world with supreme divine power. That great power always shrouds this world, maintaining a huge cycle. Omega calls it the eternal cycle."

Medanzo tapped his coffee cup thoughtfully with his index finger.

"Nietzsche?"

"Yes, Omega borrowed Nietzsche's theory to describe this great power. Eternal Reincarnation can store all the information since the birth of this planet, based on infinite computing power and endless energy, and reshape it according to the existing information." Constantine suddenly raised his hand and cut his throat with the nail of his index finger. Blood flowed out and dripped onto the beach.

"Is the human structure complex? Perhaps it is complex in the eyes of 21st century humans, but it is nothing in front of Omega's computing power. Even a more complex evolver, someone as strong as me, is still insignificant in front of infinity."

The wound on his throat was a dark black, and healed in an instant. "For example, at this moment, the changes in my body and the drop of blood I shed have been recorded. Even if I turn to ashes, the material that makes up me will not disappear, but will be transformed into material that exists in another form. If there is a kind of ability that can make the transformed material return to the form of a certain period, then human beings will not have real aging and death. If you want, you can make a person go back to any period. The power of this huge system of eternal reincarnation is that it can reproduce your consciousness. This is a miracle, even surpassing the system of divine curse."

The drop of blood melted into the sand, standing out particularly in the circle he drew.

It seemed to indicate that Constantine as an individual was already in a system of eternal reincarnation.

And there are countless individuals in this system.

Just like the countless grains of sand in this circle.

Medanzo scratched his head and said, "It sounds a bit like going back in time, but that's not the case."

Constantine agreed: "Yes, because the precision is not enough. If a person has unlimited computing power and unlimited energy, then in theory he can do anything. But the problem is that this is only theory. In reality, there may be many problems. Take computers as an example, such as accessories not keeping up, algorithms have errors, and the system needs to be upgraded..."

Medanzo pointed to his head and said, "If I had that kind of power now, I wouldn't be able to do something like that, because I would burn my brain first and my body would burst. Of course I would be resurrected, but I really wouldn't be able to accomplish such a great feat."

Constantine stared down at the circle on the beach and said with emotion: "So that person chose a more clever way, which is to let history develop naturally."

As the smartest person in the world, Medanzo only needed to think for a moment to understand what the other party meant: "First, choose a specific period of time, resurrect the people who existed at that time, awaken their consciousness, modify their memories, and transform the environment at that time. It's like "The Truman Show", except that everyone is the protagonist. For them, they did not experience death, but returned to a certain day in their lives and woke up from a deep sleep."

Constantine added: "These people are our ancestors."

"In this way, a lot of computing power and energy will be saved."

"Yes, because the information and energy required to revive a primitive human is far less than that required to revive an Evolved One. Although they are both human, Evolved Ones and primitive humans are already two different species. The information of that era was also very limited and very controllable."

"Next, he only needs to follow the established history and let the world develop according to the past script. Although the development of history is random, he can control it through infinite computing power and infinite energy. Although the development of history is bound to be error-free due to the existence of the Celestial God civilization, he doesn't care about these at all. He only needs to limit history to a controllable range and reproduce the key parts he needs."

"Yes, most people in this world are NPCs, and only a few are players."

"From this point of view, eternal reincarnation is indeed possible. The most critical part of this system is that it takes a huge amount of computing power and energy to perfectly revive a person's body and consciousness. Even... I can't understand how he restored the transformed matter. This is indeed the miracle you mentioned. As long as this problem is overcome, then controlling the development of history will not be a difficult task. After all, he has unlimited computing power and energy."

"I don't know exactly how he did it, but it works."

"So how many reincarnations is this?"

"I do not know."

“Is reincarnation infinite?”

"Almost over."

This is another piece of information that is enough to blow up the whole world.

Where does life come from and where does death go? This has been a controversial issue from ancient times to the present. Countless philosophical masters have spent their entire lives trying to find the answer, but now it is revealed in the conversation between these two people.

So absurd, so bizarre.

This world is a huge cycle.

Death, rebirth.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, separation and reunion.

All of this happens in this cycle.

This is not the truth of the universe, but it is the truth of this world.

If the world knew all this, how would they feel and how crazy would they be?

Nobody knows.

The night was darker.

In the silence, only the sea breeze swept in, bringing a sense of heat.

In fact, after discussing this point, Medanzo and Constantine confirmed each other's inner thoughts and felt extremely shocked and moved.

Even though they were already demigods superior to mortals on Earth, they still felt their own insignificance and humbleness in the face of the miracle of creation such as eternal reincarnation.

Because of the existence of the divine civilization, it is not difficult for them to achieve immortality.

But to revive the entire world, to recreate a dead world...

They couldn't imagine who could do it all.

So shocking.

Medanzo looked up to the sky and drank the last sip of coffee, then suddenly said, "If I'm not mistaken, when the person who was wiped out by the Divine Ashes Technique breaks free from the seal, will the reincarnation end?"

Constantine was silent for a second, then replied, "Yes, there are still two-fifths left. Back then, Gong Yu and Chu Shiqing were not good people. Gong Yu wanted to send you to the North Pole, and Chu Shiqing wanted to send me to the North Pole. So it seems that there are only two of us in the golden age, and we should be called the peerless duo. Now I have been assimilated, and if you fail too, then there will be only one person left."

Medanzo smacked his lips and said, "My poor Boss Deer."

Constantine glanced at him and said, "Why don't you run?"

Medanzo smiled and said, "Do you think I will lose?" Constantine said calmly, "Anyway, I lost."

Medanzo looked him over and asked, "Which side are you on?"

Constantine turned his back to him, crossed his arms and looked at the sea, his white hair fluttering: "After telling you so much, you should be very clear about one thing, I am not myself."

Medanzo lowered his eyes and said regretfully, "Yes, it's a pity that after seeing you again for so many years, you are no longer yourself. Your body is still the same body, but your consciousness is simulated by Omega, Constantine's personality. You have no free will, and your soul is asleep."

In fact, Medanzo saw it from the very first encounter.

So he didn't show much emotion.

Neither happy nor sad.

Because the person in front of him was not the real Constantine.

It was a fake created by Omega.

It's a bit like cloning.

It has all the memories and emotions of the original owner, and the same thought patterns.

But it is just specious.

But this was the gift Omega had prepared for Medanzo.

Constantine.

The only person in the world who can stop Medanzo.

Constantine nodded again. "Yes, that means my ideas are no longer important. I lost, so now I can only work for them."

The night seemed to grow darker.

There is murderous intent hidden in the darkness.

Medanzo stood up and patted the sand off his butt, and smiled indifferently again: "I know that you, old man, have no good intentions for nagging for so long. Although your kingdom has not been liberated, it has already covered this ruin... I said it was not even seven o'clock, and it got dark so quickly."

He held up the umbrella again and said with emotion: "The Great Destruction, the End of the World, long time no see."

This is Constantine's numerology.

The sky was dark.

"You shouldn't have let my kingdom loom over this place."

Constantine turned around, his eyes turned as dark as ink, but they faintly shone with the brilliance of sunlight: "Common sense, whoever's kingdom has the advantage will have stronger power."

Medanzo shrugged. "It's up to you."

For a moment he had disappeared on the beach.

Only a series of footprints were left behind.

In a fleeting moment, Medanzo was standing in front of an abandoned gas station. His lightning speed seemed to have shaken off the wind, leaving only a series of sonic booms.

Time and space were suddenly distorted, and Constantine appeared in front of him in an instant.

He threw a punch, hitting Medanzo's chest hard.

Constantine's numerology is also extremely rare. After the dark system of celestial phenomena develops to the extreme, he can transform dark energy for his own use, especially under the amplification of the Great Destruction and Doomsday.

The teleportation just now is actually the same principle as the curvature spacecraft.

Constantine did not move, but simply distorted space and time with the expanding dark energy.

This allows him to move faster than the speed of light in theory.

But that's theory.

In fact, neither Medanzo nor Constantine reached the speed of light.

Constantine punched out, and the expanding dark energy suddenly engulfed the entire gas station, spreading in all directions with a majestic air wave, and dust rose like a mushroom cloud.

The afterimage left by Medanzo was also swallowed up without a trace.

"Wow, after all these years, you've become faster." Medanzo flashed behind him like a ghost, stretched out a slender finger and dropped it. The momentum of this finger was like a sword that could cut through the sky, as if it could even split the mountains and seas in half.

Unfortunately, the finger did not fall, and Constantine disappeared in an instant.

The expanding space and time exploded like a balloon, and the surging air waves lifted Medanzo's hair.

Fortunately, his slash cut through the energy of the expansion of space and time, and he was not hurt.

"You haven't recovered to your prime yet, but you're still this fast. You've made great progress." Constantine broke through time and space from his left side and cut off his neck with a knife.

Medanzo's head and body were separated and drifted away like a reflection in the water, but a series of afterimages shining with holy light flashed on the long street and finally landed in the dusty cafe.

Constantine once again broke through time and space to catch up, and every move was deadly.

Each of his punches was enough to devour time and space, and the dark energy that was blasted out spread out like ink, but it only shattered the distorted afterimages in vain, without causing any substantial damage.

Medanzo held an umbrella and moved gracefully and calmly. Wherever he landed, a building was swallowed up without a trace. In an instant, the ruins on the long street were swallowed up by the expanding darkness, leaving only stone chips and dust swept into the sky by the air waves, like a surging tide.

He rushed through four blocks at lightning speed, causing many buildings along the way to be swallowed up by the collapsed time and space. The floating dust floating everywhere rose and fell like the sea, scattering in the night.

"You know getting spanked all the time isn't my style, right?"

The arrogant man smiled with extreme excitement, even as if he was on drugs: "Since you left, no one in the world can fight me anymore!"

He suddenly stopped at the end of the long street, and a brilliant lightsaber condensed in his right hand.

The hand rises and falls, and the light is like a tide.

At that moment, Constantine also broke through the air and casually pulled out a dark spear condensed from dark energy from the shattered space and time, and suddenly stabbed it in the direction where the light was coming from.

The sword of light and the spear of darkness collided and crossed, light and darkness flickered countless times in an instant, it seemed as if the weapons of both sides were intertwined and entangled together, countless dazzling arcs flashed and burst into a loud explosion, that was the sound of energy collision and annihilation.

Both Medanzo and Constantine were fighting in close combat at speeds beyond human limits. Countless slashes and thrusts seemed to overlap in an instant, attacking each other's vital points.

Dense sparks rushed up into the sky like a tide, illuminating their crazy faces.

"me too."

Constantine also laughed and said, "You are the only one who can make me give my best."

Even the evolvers from the Ninth Crown Realm would not survive a single second under this kind of attack.

Because both parties possess extraordinary computing power and energy.

A seemingly simple strike actually contains thousands of variations.

Including the alien magic of both sides.

Both Medanzo and Constantine had bulging black veins.

Infinite lines and super-limit lines emerged.

If possible, they could fight each other here for hundreds of years.

"Please try harder, I'm going to increase the stakes."

Medanzo laughed wildly and said, "I'm going to use the Eternal Mark."

“That kind of thing…”

A smile played on Constantine's lips.

But suddenly, he was stunned.

Because the wheel of light suspended in the sky shone brightly, powerfully illuminating the darkness of the night and leaving shocking burn marks in all directions.

"Are you looking for my Soul Blade?"

Constantine's eyes grew deep, but he did not stop swinging his spear. The dense thrusts seemed to stir up a tide of darkness, offsetting the light that was coming towards him.

For the battle in the Tenth Kingdom, the kingdom is crucial.

And Soul Blade is the best medium to support the kingdom.

Medanzo did not choose to confront him with his kingdom, but instead used a relatively tricky method, wanting to destroy his soul blade first, thus securing victory.

"You are really smart. You always have something in reserve."

Constantine knew very well that with the opponent's computing power, it would only take five seconds to calculate the position of his soul blade, so he raised his left hand first, with the dark blood vessels bulging like a black lotus.

"Eternity, open!"

Silence fell without warning, and the world seemed to be dyed into monotonous black and white. The sound of the collision between light and darkness was also pulled into a low and strange sound, and the flow of time and space was infinitely slowed down.

It seems like an instant of eternity.

Medanzo's sword-swinging action was also frozen at this moment. His fluttering white hair was clearly visible, and the flying dust was suspended in front of his forehead. The arrogance and murderous intent in his eyes were so clear.

In the eternal silence, everything is frozen.

At the moment of the fatal blow, Constantine avoided his slash with the Spear of Darkness, and the tip of the spear spewed out thick, inky black sunlight, attacking the opponent's heart.

With a click, the silent world shattered. The black sunlight brushed past Medanzo's head and passed through the deserted street, leaving a scorched gully like an abyss on the dusty asphalt road. The splashing air waves were like a volcanic eruption, a hundred meters high.

"What a pity, I missed it."

It wasn't that Constantine missed the target, but that Medanzo dodged it.

"It seems that even though I want to deal with you, I still can't be impatient..." Constantine's pupils shrank slightly, and he suddenly saw a black lotus pattern spreading under this guy's neck.

When both the enemy and the friend possess the Eternal Power, the ability will be neutralized.

The moment is no longer eternity.

No, that's not right.

Constantine lowered his head and looked at his chest. A burning sword mark pierced through his right chest. The heart in the chest cavity was cut in half and blood was flowing out.

The Medanzo in front of me had disappeared, leaving only his afterimage vanishing in the wind.

"You've been dead for too long, but I've always been..." Medanzo stood behind him holding an umbrella, and the sword of light in his right hand shattered into scattered light fragments, but he stopped talking before he finished, because he felt the sudden collapse of time and space, and the huge pressure seemed to crush him!
The huge pressure made it difficult for him to breathe, his tense muscles turned red, and his bones groaned.

There was a boom.

The asphalt road collapsed and the electric pole behind Medanzo was broken. However, the upper and lower parts did not fall to the ground, but were twisted into a strange arc and suspended in the air.

Holy Prison!

Dawn light!
"Actually, I deliberately lured you to get closer to me. As long as you come within one meter of me, my Divine Ashes will be automatically triggered, releasing the Holy Prison. There is no point in trying to seize the opportunity to deal with you. I must take the initiative to expose my flaws and let you take the bait, only then can I kill you." The black sunlight in Constantine's eyes flashed, evolving from dawn light to daylight light, a glorious masterpiece.

A black sun rose in his pupils!

He formed seals with both hands: "Sunlight, Absolute Ashes!"

"Oh, Sunday?"

Medanzo raised his head. He vaguely felt the ruins shaking. In front of him, a dark sun appeared out of thin air, releasing tremendous murderous intent like a black hole.

That was the black sunlight condensing.

Medanzo clearly felt that the space-time where the Dark Sun existed collapsed, which means that the black sunlight also possessed similar power, and everything would disappear without a trace wherever it shone.

However, using these two types of sunlight at the same time was a huge burden for Constantine. His eyes even shed a thick and fishy blood, and his breathing became disordered and he was gasping for breath.

"In fact, I have only learned the Divine Ashes Technique for a short time, and I am still unfamiliar with these two conceptual changes. But thanks to you for demonstrating them in front of me." Medanzo smiled slightly, with golden sunlight shining in his pupils. He snapped his fingers casually, and time and space shook violently.

The light of dawn lit up in his pupils, and he pushed his hands to the left and right, like a Tai Chi master who had practiced for a hundred years, and he actually forced the shrinking space and time to open up inch by inch. The huge pressure suddenly disappeared, and he regained his freedom.

This is the reverse application of the Holy Prison.

But facing the dark sun that was about to strike, he did not dodge.

"Sunday, the end of embers."

Medanzo said softly.

There was a bright light in his pupils, and the sunlight flashed to the extreme.

The bright day emerged above his head, and the scorching sunlight was ready to burst forth!

For a moment, Constantine's eyes showed a trace of emotion, because the old friend in front of him had obviously just mastered the Divine Ashes Technique and had not yet mastered its conceptual changes.

This would have been Constantine's advantage.

But unexpectedly, he still underestimated this old friend.

Constantine simply showed it to him once, and he learned it instantly.

"I have the blessing of the kingdom, you may not be able to defeat me." The wound on Constantine's right chest has healed, but it left a faint burn mark that is indelible.

"Oh, about that, I think I found where your soul blade is hidden."

Medanzo made a lotus gesture with both hands and smiled:
"——The kingdom is liberated, and the world will be filled with bliss and light!"

(End of this chapter)