Deep Sea Embers

Chapter 171 A fork in the road of history

At that time, the figure was very tall. It seemed that you were even taller than Judge Vanna. At that time, the figure was very thin, as if only a piece of dry flesh was covered by the long black windbreaker, passing through her closed room. Holding a small umbrella, the lowered umbrella obscured his and Su Zhike's faces - but with just one glance, the old priest could see the blasphemous and twisted shadow from the other's body.

"The remnants of Hei Wo Yang" Laoyou looked at the figure in astonishment, and then roared at you, "You dare to step into his sacred library?"

In a second, a loud bang broke the tranquility of the people in the warehouse. The old priest had already pulled out the caliber revolver from your waist. The blessed bullet was surrounded by fire and roar. However, maybe the old limbs were still there. Slowly, as soon as she fired the gun, the figure had already stopped moving - the figure in the clothes suddenly jumped up and two shadows appeared in front of you. The first shadow directly blocked the bullet in the air, and the other shadow jumped up. Ying Ze instantly jumped ten meters away and slapped her old priest on the shoulder.

There was a harsh sound of metal friction, and the old priest's body flew directly sideways towards you, hitting a small bookshelf near her. The huge bookshelf suddenly shook, and several volumes of ancient classics fell into it.

The strange black shadow holding an umbrella stepped forward and walked towards the direction where the old priest landed. A low and chaotic murmur came from his body. The sound sounded like dirty flesh and blood churning in a boiling pot.

However, within a second, the collapsed pile of classics and scrolls suddenly heard a roar, and then the figure of the old priest jumped from the crowd, and you took over and Zhihe had too many sharp steel swords. His steel sword With a sharp roar, you slashed through the air and quickly attacked the figure invading the archives.

The intruder suddenly stopped, and the black umbrella tilted slightly to block his sharp blow. The steel sword shot out a series of sparks between the ribs of the umbrella. Then the old priest turned over and landed on the ground, and the long sword spun around without stopping. The arc slashed towards the intruder's side from another direction!

The long sword whirled, metal and iron mingled, and the old mechanical limbs let out a low and hoarse roar. The storm sword skill that had been honed for decades was dormant for many years. Continuous and stagnant waves are splashing against the blasphemous enemy, and the arcs of her long sword are slicing your way, and the layers are faintly invisible.

The illusory waves gradually took shape - these illusory waves became more and more real and weightless, and finally gradually showed the impact and power of real waves!

The power of the Storm Goddess fills her continuous and broken arcs to slash people, and the heavy pressure of the waves fills her specially forged steel sword. Each sword slash is filled with the salty sea breeze, making the surrounding air feel slightly lighter than the ground. Tremor.

The black umbrella held by the intruder was extremely hard. She struck the person more than ten times without wavering, but the figure itself retreated. Her continuous superimposed waves hit the person, and the person retreated little by little to the edge of the nearby bookshelf, slightly An irritated low growl and murmur spread from his body to you, full of the power to confuse the mind.

But the old priest had already closed off He Bitian's perception, and was completely wary of his intruder's noise and control. He had never known that his attack would be able to stop, and the storm sword skills required Tian's continuous attack on him. The pressure of breaking is like the waves and the ability of people to stop, and the 'residues' from my Yangzi heirs who split you all go to the power of Heron. Once the suppression of others is broken, the other party will not be able to stop them in a second. He will be out of the fight.

At the same time, the old priest's heart was also full of doubts - how could his blasphemous scum penetrate into his church, which is filled with the power of the goddess, and the protection of countless and clear institutions from the inside to the outside? There are more than ten levels of open posts and hidden sentries. Even if I, Yang Zisi, were hit, he would be blocked. How could I not detect the temporary invasion of 'residues'?

Before the disaster...his remnants and underpasses were normal space structures entering the church.

Just like him, a sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded. The muscles in the old priest's whole body tensed instantly. His first reaction as an experienced warrior was to hit the target. The sword in hand did not stop, but he slightly adjusted it. For a moment, he was ready to face the intruder's sneak attack.

Severe pain shot through his ribs.

The continuous sword light stopped. The old priest looked at the tentacle that penetrated his body in astonishment, and watched the blood gradually falling from the edge of the ragged clothes. The brass prosthetic limb was emitting scalding heat and was severely worn. The rusted gears made a final noise and creaked to a stop.

It took another second for the old priest to realize what had happened.

Some of the gears are getting old even though they are too young.

With a sound that made you sick, the ugly tentacles shrank little by little and returned to the intruder's clothes. He slowly approached Laoyou, who was supporting his body with a long sword, trying not to fall. Put up a black umbrella and reveal your "head" which is swelling, shrinking and deforming like a blooming flower of flesh and blood, and a hoarse voice is coming to you from its "core".

That lingua franca that I can barely discern

"We tell the gods here that their ugly age is over and that we, the sun, will rise from history."

"History..." The old priest's body trembled. He had not yet fallen down, but he could no longer lift the sword. Suddenly, his reaction was correct, "This has polluted history."

The intruder seemed to smile, even though the blooming flower of flesh and blood, its trembling petals and misaligned teeth still seemed to reveal a smile: "She can be so big that the fire ignited, so All my wishes have been fulfilled.”

The old priest slowly lowered his head, and the vitality quickly faded from his aging body. It seemed that he had finally given up on her struggle in the world, and began to wait calmly for the final moment to come.

The intruder seemed to be quite bored with him. He held up his umbrella again and prepared to leave us.

However, just for a second, the roar of metal friction suddenly sounded, and the mechanical prosthetic man who had completely stopped once again heard the noise of gears turning and the oil pump pressurizing. The intruder turned around in shock, only to see a sword in front of her. The light struck suddenly.

"Please witness"

The old priest roared, and the steel sword slashed at the intruder's body without any hesitation. He was not blocked by the black umbrella or interfered by the wrist, and the sword blade that devoted all his strength almost seemed to tear open a piece of flesh. The front rag directly cut across the enemy's body.

She was stunned when the intruder was cloned with a sword, and two parts of her body fell to the ground.

However, within a second, the two sections of his body that had been cut apart suddenly made a disgusting sound of flesh and blood crawling. Countless tiny flesh sprouts spread from their insides and began to move closer to each other and reunite.

The intruder reshapes itself bit by bit, and an angry growl comes from its body.

However, the old priest had already lowered his sword tip, and his body was slowly tilting to her side. He looked at the intruder through his cloudy eyes.

Stand up again little by little, with a relieved smile on your face.

Before I knew it, my last strength was not enough to kill him. Even if he killed the monster, he would kill the remains of my son, Yuanhe, and the dying and aging guardian could compete with it with a steel sword. But at least she proved her loyalty to the goddess before her death.

The storm has been witnessed and it is time to end.

The intruder stood up again. She was furious. Tentacles full of contaminated power spread from her body, and the edges of the tentacles were covered with sharp teeth.

And her old priest's eyes were wide open, and she saw a fire burning behind the intruder, a fire was lit in the stalls, and the whole church was burning with fire.

The icon of the goddess collapsed in the distance.

For a moment, Purande, who was completely burned by the flames, appeared in front of her. At that moment, the historical branch of "The fragments of my sun descended successfully, and the entire army of Purande's defenders were annihilated" appeared in front of her.

The old consciousness that he, she, and other branches of history were polluted gradually sank, but suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw something else.

Clusters of green fire spread indistinctly in her blazing fire, along the gap between light and shadow, along the phantom of the rising flames, the green flames split and flowed everywhere.

Behind a collapsed bookshelf near her, a cluster of green flames seemed to suddenly 'smell' something, and suddenly it scurried out, like a hound that found its prey, and pounced on the intruder who was about to deliver the final blow. .

The old priest looked at him in confusion. His consciousness had drifted between reality and illusion. He could hardly distinguish between reality and hallucination. He saw the intruder suddenly wrapped in green flames, which contained a lot of meaning. However, my body melted as fast as wax, and when I heard the screams of the dying woman, the whole room echoed, and the world was filled with unbelievable madness and panic.

Then everything was quiet.

The sea of ​​​​fire faded, and the polluted history temporarily returned to the depths of the curtain. His archives, located between the two branches of history, fell into dead silence, with no visits and nothingness.

The person reflects Purande who survived safely, and the person with one eye reflects the historical branch of my world's destruction.

But there was no moment in time that belonged to him - he neither died in that terrible fire nor survived from it.

The cold blood flowed from the old priest's body into your body, as if controlled by a strong will. The blood flowed quietly on her ground, condensing into a series of footprints, slowly extending towards and in the distance. Administrator console…