Does the mechanical girl dream of the Messiah?

What did that portend? Only when the surviving people cast their gazes over there did they understand its meaning: it was as if something invisible had fallen from the sky, and the sky, the city, the perfect circle with a diameter of five kilometers, and all the living and dead inside it, had all become part of the smooth bottom of the slightly sunken pit.

No abilities, props or blessings were used. It was very simple and straightforward. The blow that landed on the right side of the Archlich Alexis and completely wiped out a quarter of the remaining members of his guard of honor came only from pure strength, a strength that could be generated by consciousness.

This is a test of one's own extent and also a demonstration.

It was not until this moment that the great lich finally stopped moving forward, raised his head, and stared at the existence with the cold green light of the fire.

The "something" floating in the air put its right hand in front of its "face", covering the place where its mouth should be. A crack opened from the back of its hand, revealing a human mouth with no curves at the corners and forty teeth on each side.

"████████, I really hope you will like me. I hope you will like me. But I hope you will like me. I hope you will like me. I hope you will like me. "I just wanted to tell you that I'm not going to do this any longer. I can't do it any more."

[Alexis, everything about you is pure and sinful and should be judged.]

[Therefore, I represent only my God, as the King of Nasaran, the Ruler of Marie, the Judge of Lanmen, the Destroyer of Myland, the Terminator of Sfinoti, and the Subverter of the Twelve Gods.]

【I will offer you my blessing. 】

Chapter 29: Where Destiny Meets (Part 5)

The foreign object crashed to the ground, and the lich moved forward on foot.

As for the undead, no matter they were lowly zombies or skeletons, or powerful and terrifying death knights, they all retreated at the same time - of course, one of the reasons was definitely "Alexis' order". Although it didn't actually say a word, everyone could see that it didn't want to be disturbed. But as for the actual reason... it was that they were instinctively afraid of what would happen next.

For the battlefield of the Transcendents, their existence is undoubtedly redundant, so no matter what they are going to do now, whether drawing their swords to commit suicide, fighting bravely, turning around and running away, or even putting down their weapons and starting to dance, it is all fine, because no one will watch them, no one will care about their existence, and who will care how much dust a gust of wind brings over?

Silence, whether ordered or disordered, in the end all that is shrouded here is silence.

Neither the fleeing ant nor the two confronting each other made a sound.

One of them was walking forward from the direction of Gravenmore Palace, and the other was walking forward from the direction of Wall Erumu. In terms of their size, neither of them could be considered huge - one of them was two meters and one meter high, and the other was at most two meters and two meters high. Both were human-like in shape. Even so, the world did not dare to underestimate them. One could tell from the fact that the air would distort and wail just by the two of them passing by.

At the edge of the royal garden—or rather, what was originally the royal garden, but now it was just a ruin full of terrifying and strange plants—the distance between the two was no more than five meters. So they stopped, still silent, and began to stare at each other. This kind of sizing was not based on materiality. After all, one was a lich and the other was a family member. The eyeballs of one had long since rotted away without even a trace of debris left, and the other, although covered with eyeballs that did not have much practical significance, was empty where eyes should be. In other words, neither of them had what could be properly called "vision", so their sizing of each other was certainly not based on sight, but on a collision of momentum.

This can certainly also explain why they turn a blind eye to those beings that are not strong enough - because those beings are not originally within their perception range. Only things with a certain momentum can gain a place in the "vision" of these superior beings.

One of them held a scepter forged from blood, flesh, bones, eyeballs and pure gold. It looked as if several living people and Huang Jin were put together to forge this strange and bizarre object. Another of them held a staff and a book. The main body of the staff was made of several bones of human hands grasping each other, and the top was not a common gem or crystal sphere, but a brain surrounded by layers of rusty iron nails and chains. The book was not a plain thing either. Since it was something that the great lich attached great importance to, it naturally had its own unique features - the cover was wrapped in thick black leather, and on the cover, a dried tongue was nailed there firmly. Now no one knew who the original owner of the tongue was, but for those well-informed mages, this feature alone was enough to make them nervous, while the weak ones were already scared to death and began to think about how to escape.

Both parties raised their weapons at the same time, and no one spoke. For the old enemies who had known for who knows how long ago that this day would come sooner or later, this moment was just something that was destined to happen. Why bother to comment on it or say words that would only be a waste of words?

However, the arrogant great lich Alexis Pentellier now seemed more focused - of course, not focused on the enemy in front of him, but only focused on the battle and removing obstacles - while the monster opposite him, who was once, or perhaps, probably Carida von Ivanov, now seemed absent-minded. Even though its face was not facing other places and its power did not leak out a little bit, it still made people feel that its attention was not completely focused on the current confrontation, but was involuntarily scattered to other places.

Of course, its opponents don't care.

This isn't a duel where people throw white gloves to each other and draw swords. It doesn't seem to make any difference whether you respect your opponent or not, right?

It would be better to say - this is better.

The Archlich silently raised his arm - the dark and turbid energy of death condensed there, and then, with a silent snap of his fingers, the flickering green and deep black disappeared from its fingertips.

When he appeared again, shining brightly, he was already on the monster's shoulder.

——【Finger of Death】——

Puff——

The flesh and blood that covered the eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and was made up of tentacles, withered and shrunken immediately, and rotted into a pool of shrunken and purulent dead flesh. The strong death energy, amplified by the sage's staff, not only instantly caused serious trauma to the negative energy that passed through the body according to the original effect of "Finger of Death", but also the activated negative energy began to erode other parts of the monster's body like some kind of creature with will, starting from the wound caused by the spell.

There are no excessive and gorgeous visual effects, but even so, this is still an authentic seventh-ring spell, a seventh-ring spell that has been strengthened by the Sage's Staff and the Archmage's Robe!

Alexis Pentellier clearly didn't even declare war, and didn't even say a word of greeting after meeting him, but he quietly started by casting a seven-ring spell, completely ignoring the fact that he was currently restricted to only casting a seven-ring spell once a day. It was as if he was planning to directly kill "Grand Duke Ivanov" from the very beginning - it could be seen from his dazed expression that it was obvious that his death finger was either intended to directly smash the head of "Grand Duke Ivanov" or to give him a unforgettable "heart" piercing, but for some reason, in the end it only hit the shoulder, and the subsequent damage was not so obvious.

"Grand Duke Ivanov" simply turned his "face" slightly, and with his faceless emptiness, he "examined" the gradually shrinking and rotting arm in silence.

The scepter in his hand disappeared at some point, and it seemed that both hands were empty. "Grand Duke Ivanov" did not roar or fight back, but simply stretched out his other hand in silence and grabbed his rotting shoulder.

"—— ... "——" "I don't know what it means to be a good person, but I know that you are the best person in the world. I ...

【Everything that the gods of heaven and earth see is a dream. Dreams are nothingness, nothingness is the essence, and the essence is the sustenance. I look down on all this from a higher perspective and see it all. I am also a dream. You and I both exist with illusions as our origin.】

“——What do you think of me?————”

[Sleep, rest in peace. Have you seen the mocking of the Faceless God? ]

A hundred mouths spoke the same words, a hundred eyes revealed the same look, a hundred nostrils exhaled the same miasma, the faceless monster muttered in chaos and delusion, and while muttering, he grabbed his rotten shoulder hard and tore it off along with his arm.

——Puff.

The palm woven with tentacles grasped a part of its own limbs, kneaded it into a meat paste of indistinguishable shape, and then stuffed it into a mouth located between the chest and abdomen. The upper and lower lips opened and closed, and eighty pure and spotless teeth chewed on each other, devouring its own rotten and spoiled flesh and blood, and pulling out an exaggerated smile.

“————The first time I saw you was on fire. I thought you were going to fly. I thought you were going to fly. I thought you were going to fly. I thought you were going to fly. I thought you were going to fly. I thought you were going to fly. I thought you were going to fly. I thought you were going to fly. I thought you were going to fly. I thought you were going to fly. I thought you were going to fly. I thought you were going to fly. I thought you were going to fly. I thought you were going to fly. I thought you were going to fly. I thought you were going to fly. I thought you were going to fly. I thought you were going to fly. I thought you were going to fly. I thought you were going to fly. I thought you were going to fly. I thought you were going to fly. I thought you were going to fly. I thought you were going to fly. I thought you were going to fly. I thought you were going to fly. I thought you were going to fly. I thought you were going to fly. I thought you were going to fly. I thought you were going to fly. I thought you were going to fly. I thought you were going to fly. I thought you were going to fly. I thought you were going to fly. I thought you were going to fly. "I just want to tell you that I'm not going to do this any longer. I'm not going to do this any longer. I'm not going to do this any longer. I'm not going to do this any longer. I'm not going to do this any longer. I'm not going to do this any longer. I'm not going to do this any longer. I'm not going to do this any longer.

[One is nothing, nothing is everything. The existence of everything resides in the soul. The body is the container of the soul. Does the body determine the shape of the soul? Or does the soul determine the quality of the flesh and blood? God without a face, spy on me, enlighten me, and tell me everything.]

One hundred mouths spoke the same words, one hundred eyes showed the same look, one hundred nostrils exhaled the same miasma, faceless monsters muttered in chaos and delusion, faceless monsters, where is their true self? Where are the followers of the faceless gods? Where is the existence called "Grand Duke Ivanov"?

Alexis Pentellier was very sure that it would not miss anything. Of course, it did not think so itself. This was my own judgment based on its attitude. This paranoid lich did not pick its opponents. Any existence that blocked its great cause of restoring its "motherland" was destined to be wiped out, especially the monster named "Grand Duke Ivanov" who occupied the city of Twick and made it impossible for the march to continue. It would never divert its attention in this situation, and it was even more impossible to lose the enemy's whereabouts by blinking - its eyelids had long been rotten, so naturally it had no ability to blink.

But at this moment, the monster who called himself "Grand Duke Ivanov" did disappear from his original location.

Tearing off its own arms, chewing its own flesh - and then what happened? Nothing happened, the faceless monster just disappeared into thin air, leaving only the blasphemous words it had spoken before still echoing in the winter wind.

"——what are you doing?——what are you doing?——what are you doing?——?"

[All is one, one is all, blow the trumpet, dance, do you know the meaning of dance? ]

Two hundred mouths spoke the same words, two hundred eyes showed the same look, two hundred nostrils exhaled the same miasma, and faceless monsters muttered in chaos and delusion. Horrible and bizarre language came from the left and right at the same time. When the green ghost fire looked to the left and right because of the sound, the great lich Alexis was surprised to find that - if it had the feeling of surprise - its enemies had become two.

Two monsters that looked and breathed the same, and even gave off the same feeling of oppression, appeared on both sides at the same time. No matter which one it was, the corners of the hundred mouths on its body were raised upwards, as if it was smiling.

The Archlich remained silent, but silence did not mean inaction. After assessing the situation clearly, it quickly raised its two hands - holding the Sage's Staff and the Scroll of Silence. Without any gestures or spellcasting materials, driven by the Archlich's power, two pure negative energy ripples simultaneously hit "Grand Duke Ivanov" on the left and right sides.

——【Withering】——

Puff—Puff—

The "Withering Spell" strengthened by the Sage's Staff and the Scroll of Silence hit the body of "Grand Duke Ivanov" almost without any hindrance. A sound like pinching a rotten apple came from there, and the trunks made of tentacles began to visibly shrivel, losing their luster and moisture. "Withering Spell" is different from "Finger of Death". The latter allows strong negative energy rays to directly penetrate the enemy's body, causing erosion while killing, while the former directly extracts vitality from the target and replaces the corresponding part with negative energy, thereby achieving less obvious but more stable damage.

The most important thing is that "Finger of Death" is a seventh-level spell, and "Withering" is only a fourth-level spell. In comparison, the latter is much easier to use.

After what happened just now, even if the Archlich Alexis no longer took its opponent seriously, it would be impossible for it to continue to waste high-level spells like that.

"——The first time I saw you was when I was young. The first time I saw you was when I was young. ------------------------------濊卂殑盛湛湪曰屼粬浠?湰韬?槸钖︽嫢chain夎嚜宸箑浠峰——? "

【All is one, one is all, meaningless stars shine in the sand, eyeballs flow out of centipede and spider webs, the things we do, the words we say, the existence we think about, do they have their own value?】

Guji-guji-guji

The matter has gone beyond the scope of the Archlich's knowledge. The Archlich did not upgrade the "Withering Spell". With the blessing of the Sage's Staff and the Scroll of Silence, the fourth-ring "Withering Spell" can roughly exert the damage effect that the original sixth-ring spell should have. Even if the opponent is not a construct or an undead creature, as a living being, it can be completely affected by the "Withering Spell". No matter how you think about it, a being of that level should not be...

He shouldn't have been injured so badly.

The drying, dehydration, decay and curling of the epidermis are within the normal range. It is also normal for the eyeballs and lips located on the epidermis to shrivele as well. But what happened afterwards? Why did the muscles and fat under the tentacles also begin to shrink? It seemed that the entire bodies of the two "Grand Dukes Ivanov" were rotting and dehydrating, and eventually turned into two skinny, mummy-like creatures.

The great lich remained silent, and his fleshless hands stretched out again. The invisible palms then grasped the "throat" of "Grand Duke Ivanov" which had dried up beyond recognition on both sides, and lifted him up from the ground.

Although there was no evidence - there was naturally no expression on that empty, dark face - Alexis instinctively felt that the thing was "smiling".

The corners of his mouth were raised, and his eyes were drooping, creating a weird and absurd smile.

stab-

With hands covered with eyeballs and ears inserted into his chest, "Grand Duke Ivanov" pulled his hands to the sides, and while being strangled by the throat, he tore his dry, mummy-like body in half.

"——The key to the success of the game is to be determined by the players. "I have always been a very good person, and I have always been a very good person. I ...

[Eight sacred and supreme words, the sacred and supreme name, the king, father and father, whether it is a god or a mortal ruler, must call its name, chant it with respect and great fear - chant it - until the soul is dry. ]

"閭ｅ氨鏄——█·█·█·█·█·█·█——"

【That is the 闃挎拻鎵樻柉. 】

The mass in the palm of his hand disappeared, and when his sight was directed over again, there was nothing left where the torso of "Grand Duke Ivanov" should have been torn in two.

The sound no longer came from two directions.

The sounds became more and more, surrounding me.

Four hundred mouths spoke the same words, four hundred eyes revealed the same look, four hundred nostrils exhaled the same miasma, and the faceless monsters muttered in chaos and delusion. It was as if each half of the torn body had become a separate existence, they all laughed together, with the same appearance, the same momentum, and the same power.

Eight hundred mouths telling the same words, eight hundred eyes revealing the same look, eight hundred nostrils spewing the same miasma, faceless monsters mumbling in chaos and delusion; sixteen hundred mouths telling the same words, sixteen hundred eyes revealing the same look, sixteen hundred nostrils spewing the same miasma, faceless monsters mumbling in chaos and delusion; three thousand two hundred mouths telling the same words, three thousand two hundred eyes revealing the same look, three thousand two hundred nostrils spewing the same miasma, faceless monsters mumbling in chaos and delusion—

Tear itself apart and then multiply, tear itself apart and then multiply.

In just a moment, the Archlich Alexis was surrounded by a dense tide of "Grand Duke Ivanov", like a crawling, twisting, blind and faceless jungle.

Chapter 30: Where Destiny Meets (Part 6)

——Giggle.

It's laughter.

——Giggle, giggle, giggle.

There was not just one, but many laughs. Among the ruins under the reflection of the blood moon, countless figures were twisting. They had no faces, no facial features, no mouths, and of course no ability to laugh.

——Giggle, giggle, giggle, giggle.

All those twisting shadows have the same "appearance": a body made up of countless tentacles twisted and entangled, countless eyes, ears, mouths and noses growing randomly and irregularly, and a "face" that is empty and seems to be a dark hole. Men, women, young people, children, old people... It has nothing that belongs to it, but it has countless things that "do not belong to it", such as those voices, those crazy laughing voices, none of which belong to "Grand Duke Carida von Ivanov".

Aliens are surging and approaching like a tide, and none of them possesses the aura of a genuine legendary strongman, an existence that transcends ordinary people, can crush the weak with just their aura, and possesses all kinds of strange abilities. It may be difficult to understand this way, so let me put it another way.

——Each of these surging monsters has the same level of power as the great lich.

They were neither hurried nor slow, but took steady steps, rushing from all directions, rushing towards the great lich Alexis, who was left alone because all his men had retreated. Blood and flesh overlapped and intertwined, and the dark blood was swaying, which looked like a sea of ​​wriggling rotten flesh. If it was a sea of ​​blood, the remaining ruins were isolated islands between the tides. As the blood tide continued to shrink its area, Alexis Pentellier stood there, motionless, neither continuing to cast spells nor using his lich ability to do anything.

It just stood there quietly, the green ghost fire in its eyes never stopped beating. It ignored what was happening around it, the growing tide of blood and flesh, as if those things did not exist, allowing it to erode the remaining land, shrink the encirclement, chant blasphemous and unknown words, laugh and cry, and swallow every last inch of the world. Blood and flesh intertwined and entangled, covering the earth, covering the sky, submerging the soles of the bones, and going up along the archmage's robe, wrapping the ribs and cervical vertebrae, submerging the skull, and in the end, it seemed that there was nothing left.

Creaking, creepy sounds echoed in the ruins. It seemed that only meaningless noises and chewing sounds were left in the world. The story came to an end just like that. The reason was that there was no longer anything here other than faceless flesh and blood.

"...How long do you want to play?"

Zila————

As an extremely cold voice without any emotion rang out from the sea of ​​flesh and blood, a sound of violent flesh corrosion began to spread. Dark and dirty yellow-green mist spread out like an explosion. The flesh and blood contaminated by it were corroded in an instant, shrinking and rotting at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into a pool of water mist, evaporating from this world and dissipating into nothingness.

The invisible spiritual wind blew up the mist, causing the dirty yellow-green clouds to spread rapidly. The sea of ​​flesh and blood that was originally dense and terrifying like a tide was left with nothing in the blink of an eye. Even the bones and the last bit of flesh were corroded. The foul-smelling juice also evaporated quickly and dissipated, swept away by the winter wind and became part of the atmospheric circulation.

All three fifth-ring "Death Cloud" spells were released at once. With the blessing of the Scroll of Silence and the Sage's Staff, the power that was almost as powerful as conventional top-level magic was unhindered and covered "Grand Duke Ivanov" - as a range-killing spell, no matter how many individuals "Grand Duke Ivanov" had now, as long as they were within the killing range of "Death Cloud", they would inevitably take all the corrosive damage from "Death Cloud".

The same spell will become stronger as the holder becomes stronger - if an ordinary famous wizard casts this fifth-ring spell, the effective killing range may be able to cover an entire city block in an instant. As for the great lich Alexis, who possesses legendary magic items and is himself an unquestionable legendary wizard, he only needs a "Death Cloud Spell" to turn the entire Tweek into a dead city in an unprepared state. Even if the range is deliberately narrowed in pursuit of higher lethality, it is still easy to cover the entire ruins of Gravenmore Palace.

Cluck, cluck, cluck——

The laughter still didn't stop.

It was as if countless people were grinning at the same time, laughing expressionlessly. Obviously, a large number of "Grand Dukes Ivanov" had been turned into pus on the spot under the ever-spreading death mist, but the weird laughter echoing in all directions never stopped, as if the number of those "Grand Dukes Ivanov" had not decreased at all.

"…Although I don't know…what exactly you are."

A hoarse and deep voice sounded from the soul of the great lich. The sound transmitted by the resonance of the spiritual essence itself possessed an extraordinary power. The necromancy spells originated from negative energy and became more terrifying, dangerous and horrifying like a spiritual wind.

"But if... you... who are you? Are you Carida von Ivanov? Oh, the usurper—"

It raised its right hand, as if deliberately catering to the movement of this hand. A body of "Grand Duke Ivanov" that suddenly appeared from nowhere slammed into the cover of the Quiet Whisper Volume, and tremendous negative energy poured in from the place where its flesh and blood touched the dry tongue, filling every inch of space in the body of "Grand Duke Ivanov" almost in an instant. The energy was full of occupying power but not lethal enough, so it was not enough to turn living beings into rotten water in an instant like those infamous necromancy spells, but it was enough to make them unable to move due to paralysis.

Being unable to move means being unable to resist. When the Archlich shifted his attention away, the negative energy surging around him had already corroded him completely, dissolving him until not even a trace was left.

"...A usurper should die, let alone a usurper who is standing in the way here..."

"——The first time I saw you was when I was about to leave. I was so drunk that I couldn't stop talking to you ... "The first time I saw you was when I was a kid—I was so proud of you—I was so proud of you—I was so proud of you—"

[The lamb walks on the ice field of eyeballs and teeth. Large intestines and alveoli flow out of the lamb's mouth. Those things mixed with blood and pus are written into articles to praise our Lord, our King, the great sacred eight characters——]

In the vision of the great lich composed of jumping phantom green ghost fires, the unified "Grand Duke Ivanov" grabbed a zombie from somewhere - judging from the attire, the zombie was not one of Alexis's subordinates in his lifetime, but rather one of the defenders stationed on the city wall, a war priest of the Red Court - it did not have too many attachments to this thing that might have been its subordinate in the past, and treated it like some kind of delicacy, roasted well-cooked meat, stuffing the body, which was almost the same size as itself, into its abdomen, letting the messy mouth growing there gnaw and bite it quickly, and in a short while, the whole human body was eaten clean.

"閭ｅ氨鏄——█·█·█·█·█·█·█——"

[That is the 闃挎拻鎵樻柉——]

On the body that was like a tangled mass of countless tentacles, a priest's robe made of white cloth with a blood-red edge appeared out of thin air, with the long sword-shaped holy emblem of Hasar sewn on it - but the difference from the ordinary holy emblem of Hasar was that the position of the hilt had become an eyeball that grew like foam, and the originally simple and empty blade had a realistically rotten brain inserted in it. Below the holy emblem, a grinning human mouth was drawn in blood, which looked weird and disgusting.

Guji-guji-guji

Flesh and blood squirmed, and between the fingers with noses and ears, a disgusting holy emblem inlaid with "rubies" and "gold", decorated with eyeballs and twisting and struggling nerves, quickly formed. Coupled with the pious and standard prayer posture of "Grand Duke Ivanov", like the most competent believer of the Red Temple, it was simply grotesque and absurd.

A huge mouth opened diagonally from its chest, revealing forty white teeth on each side, and it declared:

"——The tree is full of flowers and trees——

——鍣?晫鍗娨夤锛妫嫚吚庡Jimiao——

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[——Lord of War, King of Iron Flow——