The First Thousand and Sixty-Nine Chapters "Yo...youth!"

Rumble.

Boom boom boom!

Pieces of land, starting from the outer edge of the ninth floor, collapsed into the void.

[Mythical level] Items cannot be destroyed because of this.

Only the "battlefield" collapsed.

Pillars of pitch-black light gushed out from the collapsed cracks.

The battlefield where the outcome of the battle has been decided seems to have lost the meaning of existence for the gods.

They are cleaning everything the way they like.

Clean and neat.

...

for a moment.

Maybe a second.

Maybe half a second.

Perhaps a shorter period of time.

Connor's sword fell.

A moment later, Oda Mai appeared behind Connor. Her broken knife was stuck in the jaw of her left hand, as if she had never pulled it out from the beginning to the end. She raised her head, her withered hair pressed against her forehead, and after she took a long breath, she never breathed it back, and stopped abruptly.

"good."

After a moment of silence, Connor turned around and put the giant sword in the sheath on his back: "I'm very happy."

"puff!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the invincible physique he was so proud of split open a hideous hole in his chest without any warning.

This opening stretched from his left shoulder to his lower right abdomen, cracks appeared in his pale ribs, and even deep in the ribs, he could faintly see a living heart beating vigorously. Blood flowed out, staining Connor's pants red. Oda Mai's knife almost cut through Connor's heart!

Boom!

Oda Mai fell to the ground.

Her pupils gradually dilated.

In her belly, her guts,

Sliding out along the terrifying blood hole.

Connor's sword destroyed her internal organs and took her life.

Oda Mai closed her eyes, and the gentle smile on her face was completely frozen, frozen here.

At this moment, she was as quiet as a sleeping beauty.

...

"Ahhh!"

"No!"

"Don't go!"

"No!"

The red dots of light are escaping from Bathurmero Dylan's body surface. In the process of escaping, the dots of light quickly complete the process from "bright" to "dark", dissipating invisible.

The moment Milian officially became a "War Knight", Bathmelo Dylan also lost his qualification as a candidate.

Barthamelo Dylan no longer had the calmness he had just now. He desperately reached out to catch the light spots overflowing from the surface of his body, as if he wanted to grab the "light spots" back into his body.

After a while, he looked crazy and rushed to the altar.

boom!

He was thrown ten meters away by the light curtain raised by the altar, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, like a lunatic.

Yi Lin let out a long sigh of relief.

But the next moment, he was worried again.

Next, what should we do next?

He has already felt the movement of the ground collapsing in the distance.

This place is about to collapse.

All undead will be "scavenged".

Human beings are so insignificant, in the eyes of the gods, they are not as good as dust, and if they say "kill", they will be "killed". When the dust is being cleaned, they will use the broom to sweep it a few more times, but the undead don't have the time to struggle like this.

Connor D. Solomon, bleeding from his chest, walked past Yi Lin calmly.

His gaze first fell on Yi Lin, and then on Barthamelo Dylan, who was looking crazy not far away. Then he shook his head and said in a pitiful tone: "Those who cannot accept failure honestly, Not worthy of being called a 'knight'."

Yi Lin looked at Connor, but didn't move.

He knew it didn't make any sense.

"You are very good," Connor D. Solomon walked past Yi Lin and stepped into the altar: "I don't dislike your actions, and I can't compete with you on a bigger stage... Oh, Connor · D. Solomon, I am very sorry."

What he meant was that Yi Lin was destined to die here.

No one can defy the rules.

He will survive as a "winner", while Yi Lin, as a "loser", is destined to perish completely with the collapse of the "battlefield".

He didn't bother to do it, besides, he had already enjoyed himself.

Of course, it wasn’t that he underestimated Yi Lin. Although Connor D. Solomon was very persistent with the sword, he was not stupid. This place was about to collapse. If he was dragged here by Yi Lin and couldn’t enter the altar, even he would die here.

"That woman will make a good opponent."

Connor waved to Yi Lin in the altar, his simple and unpretentious gestures revealed a desperate meaning - "Farewell".

Connor D. Solomon, disappearing into the altar.

in the star dome,

The fourth "agent" returns to his place!

The throne made of countless weapons exuded the smell of steel and blood, and the silver armor was draped over Connor's body, and he endured all of this calmly.

Pieces of weapons formed the armor on his body. When the silver light formed the helmet, the armor completely covered Connor's face, leaving only a cold shadow.

it's over!

All the gods, the four thrones, and the figures of the four "knights" disappeared from the star vault.

One by one, the shadows representing "God" disappeared in a blink of an eye, like spectators hiding from the curtain.

The stars were extinguished, leaving only a void of darkness.

Boom!

The bottom of Yi Lin's feet cracked, and black liquid surged from the crack, gradually turning into a sea, swallowing everything here.

Yi Lin understood that when the four knights were born, the undead world had already completed its mission of "gambling table" and was about to be obliterated by the four masters who manipulated everything.

What do you do after cheating?

Of course, it is to destroy the corpse and wipe out the evidence.

This is a matter of course, if it were Yi Lin, Yi Lin would do the same.

So... What's the chance?

Yi Lin floated up and looked at the collapsing world. He was familiar with this scene, so he took his time and looked for a way out.

No,

As long as Green doesn't cheat him, the opportunity will definitely appear here!

"Hell" has been abandoned. If Yi Lin's guess is correct, this place has already escaped the sight of the gods!

There will be no more sightlines, follow here!

Yi Lin stretched out his hand calmly, and the aura of freedom surged between his wrists. He tried to open the portal to see if he could escape in this way. But the reality is cruel, Yi Lin can't understand the coordinates of "outside the world", so naturally she can't escape from this hell!

"Ah... ah... ah..."

suddenly.

The desperate Bathmelo Dylan frantically scratched his handsome face with his own hands. On his face, the sharp nails left horrible wounds, the skin was ripped apart, and the yellow fat layer under the face was clearly visible. Barthamelo Dylan's "magic eyes" glowed with a strange green light, and his body began to swell and twist, and pale and twisted limbs stretched out from the broken body surface to wrap him.

Yi Lin's complexion changed, and she looked at the gradually "perverted" Barthemelo. Not surprisingly, Bathomelo will become Yirin's last enemy. Because of Yilin's intervention, Bathomelo Dylan lost his last chance to become a "war knight". In the collapsing hell, Bathomelo Luo has only two choices, either to accept death calmly, or to retaliate wildly. Obviously, Barthemelo broke down and chose the latter.

"Die, die, die, die!"

Barthemelo twisted into a "sphere" made entirely of stumps, he became a ball. One by one, Bathmelo's faces opened from the twisted flesh, and Yi Lin's heart skipped a beat. Before he had time to experience the power of his magic eyes, the pair of magic eyes turned into N pairs in a blink of an eye. This is a bit bad. .

Yi Lin took out her two guns and hastily charged up.

No, it's too late.

"Snapped!"

Yi Lin slapped her palms in front of her, put her palms together, and her two guns merged into one! Swipe again.

"Moon Destruction Cannon!"

The two revolvers turned into red and white lights, and a two-meter-long cannon was twisted into Yi Lin's hands. But just when he was about to pull the trigger, Yi Lin's movements suddenly stopped. This strange "pause" made Yi Lin frowned, and her eyes were full of surprise.

"Hahahaha! Die, die!"

Countless magic eyes lit up with green light, and then white light rose above the "flesh sphere". In the dark void, strange "balls" appeared one after another. Each ball floated in the sky and began to move axially according to certain laws and orbits.

"Astral Magic!"

Countless forts seemed to appear in the void, and they began to bombard the collapsed ninth floor.

Blazing light flooded everything.

Yi Lin ate it straight, his tattered body was torn apart, but the blood in his body began to repair Yi Lin's damage, and the squirming flesh and blood rebuilt his physical body.

The physical energy was lost in an instant, and a strong sense of exhaustion hit, Yi Lin looked at the "Barth Melo Ball" in surprise. What happened to the strange feeling when he was stared at by the demon eyes just now? Not only that, Yi Lin obviously wanted to avoid it just now, but her body didn't obey her control.

Controlled?

No, it's not that simple.

The intertwined "reasons" are like a spider's web, showing the "truth" in front of Yi Lin's eyes. It took Yi Lin three seconds to understand the current situation.

The true face of Barthemelo's "Magic Eye" and his "Astral Magic"!

"I see."

In the fierce astral bombardment, Yi Lin endured the continuous artillery fire, and with her left hand, she grabbed five "blood balls" that only he could see, and slapped them into her chest.

"It's not me who is wrong, but this world!"

A blood-colored beam of light rose into the sky, lighting up the darkness, and bringing the last ominous light to this broken undead world!

According to the normal rhythm, once this skill is released, it will be crushed and pushed flat, taking away the opponent gracefully without leaving a trace of cloud.

But this time, it's a little different...

...

【Zizizi...】

【Zizizi...】

【Zizizi...】

...

Yi Lin felt her head was hammered.

He was dumbfounded.

When you open your eyes again.

He found himself in a somewhat familiar place.

Spacious room, smooth on all sides. Blazing LED lights brighten the closed room like daylight.

where is this

Isn't he in hell?

Isn't he going to fight against the wind and kill Barthomello?

His skills are almost perfected.

Getting ready to strike hard.

Yi Lin lowered her head, holding a notebook in his hand.

On the notebook, wrote a line - 【Round】.

In front of him,

A man with sunken eye sockets, who looks like he hasn't slept in more than ten years, or hasn't bathed in a few years, and whose hair is as unique as a bird's nest, is holding a stick and staring at himself with a smirk.

Pan, Pan, Pan Zhengyi? ? ? ?

Yi Lin's neck tilted, and countless small question marks popped up on her forehead.

As for how to distinguish the two personalities of "Pan Zhengyi" and "Pan Xiaozheng" at a glance.

very simple.

It is Pan Xiaozheng who likes to rub sticks and pretend to be deep.

It is Pan Zhengyi who likes to swing a stick and giggle.

Pan Zhengyi,

How the hell are you finally dead?

The moment she saw this face, Yi Lin's brain froze for a moment.

I have been in hell for a long time, and there is a sequelae. Whenever I see someone who is moving, I will subconsciously think that he is a "dead person".

Pan Zhengyi held up [Harley Quinn's good friend] and waved to Yi Lin:

"Yo, welcome back... boy!"

"!"

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[For details, see Chapter 173, "The Unremarkable Fist". 】

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