Volume 7 Coral Chapter 652: King Cang Returns
From the scavenger's "resurrection" and departure, to Dagon and Mr. Gudao's retreat, until the "Golden Wall" was re-blocked, it only took a few short breaths.
However, this extremely short period of time and this small episode accelerated the process of the defeat of the Earthly Esoteric Sect...
After the King of Blue Clothes killed the centurion, he temporarily lost his opponent and began to roam freely in the field, looking for the right opportunity to strike, making the remaining angels nervous.
No one knows who will be the next target to be beheaded!
It was like an invisible ghost following behind him all the time. The foreboding of death soared to the extreme, as if he could hear the creepy sound of the blade scratching the back of his neck and rubbing the cervical vertebrae at any time.
But no matter how vigilant the Archivist and other angels are, accidents always happen.
Either the terrain suddenly changes in an unpredictable way, or I inexplicably "ignore" some details, resulting in frequent mistakes in battle.
The angels on the side of the File Master knew very well that behind these "accidents" was their own destiny, which was wantonly provoked by an invisible hand, causing the original development trajectory to take a sharp turn downward, heading towards an irreversible terrible abyss...
bass--
The Snow Gentleman, who was fighting with Lady Margaret of Silence, was standing on an ice field created by Him. The huge "weasel" with snow-white wings on its back had just exchanged a move with the pitch-black magic wolf when its head flew off.
There was a look of astonishment on the spinning rat's head.
Although he was extremely alert, he still did not detect the trace of the Cang King, and could not even catch the slightest sign before the other party attacked...
horrible!
So scary!!
This was Mr. Snow’s final thought.
As an eternal being, an ancient god of the angelic level, he certainly would not die because of losing his head, but the key point is that King Cang’s sword contains indelible "crystals" and "strings".
Once they are injured, they will penetrate every hole and rush to corrode the body and spirit... So to be precise, Ms. Xiao and the centurion did not die from the beating, but from the erosion.
Mr. Snow could clearly sense that in the brief moment when he was beheaded, he had gone through several rounds of "competition" with the other party in terms of status, weight and resistance.
But the result was a miserable defeat.
His gradually fading consciousness seemed to see a tall, gray figure standing at the end of his life, looking down at him with indifferent eyes, sentencing him to death with a cross sword.
That is King Cang.
The King of Gray Clothes, Jackspeight.
After becoming eternal, ordinary angels could not be his opponents. In the fairyland, with his status comparable to that of a true god, he could hunt even god-level angels at will...
Mr. Snow regretted entering Wonderland, but it was too late.
BANG!!
Mr. Snow's head fell with a loud bang, shattering the ice field.
The snow-white ground cracked like a mirror, and the huge, headless, winged creature in the center instantly turned into a crystal sculpture and lost its breath.
"Mr. Xue...is dead...I... have no way to escape ..."
A tall and thin fir tree made of endless mud and gravel stood in the surging flood. An expressionless human face appeared on the surface, and it opened its mouth and whispered slowly.
"This is fate... the final fate of the ancient gods... returning to the embrace of the Land of No Return... the prophecy that Mr. Clough once told me..."
bass--
An invisible sword curtain slashed down from above.
Xiang Shan's human face closed his eyes and showed a relieved smile.
The smiling face was instantly split into two halves.
When the crystals covered His body , at first glance, it looked like a pale flower bud blooming on the sea.
"The God of Sealing" Xiang Shan fell!
The God of Cats, the Three Ladies of Pain, the Former Guest and the Gatekeeper all looked surprised... Although they also could not sense the existence of the Blue King, they were able to imagine an invisible figure wandering in the field holding the cross sword through the beheaded posture of the enemy angel.
This is a fairyland, it is His home ground!
He is the king here and the only master here!
Puff——
The expression on the dry face of the file keeper Leonid was stiff.
He lowered his head and saw a fine wound appearing out of nowhere on his left chest, with blood gushing out... The heart in his chest was crushed to pieces, and countless microscopic particles flashed with pale light, flowing through his body through the blood.
In the blink of an eye, an ivory cross sword covered with beautiful patterns came into view. It was stained with his own blood, and the shiny blade reflected his gray and skinny face.
The tip of the sword reflected the scorching sun in the fairyland, brilliant and dazzling.
With a click.
The tall crown of the File Master fell down, revealing his dry and messy dark brown hair, covering his ferocious expression.
Even without looking back, he could sense a figure in a pale robe standing expressionlessly behind him, holding the sword.
Leonid is on the verge of losing his sanity.
He was no longer able to fight.
Looking up, the File Keeper saw that the Cat God, the Three Ladies of Pain, the Past Guest, the Gatekeeper, and Oscar were already standing in front of him, looking at him with pity in their eyes.
The golden sacred tree in the distance swayed gently in the breeze.
It was quiet all around.
"A brand new era is really coming, but unfortunately... it has nothing to do with me."
The archiver had blood oozing from his mouth and nose, and looked extremely miserable. He picked up an old sheepskin with his mummy-like hands.
During this process , Oscar and others did not stop it.
Just look at Him quietly.
The file-keeper wrote on the sheepskin with blood on his fingertips:
"In the fifth era, in the middle of June of the solar calendar year 4428, the follower of the god Ni Weng, the Scroll Keeper Leonid, planned to attack the fairyland and seize the authority of the Cang King... The ancient god Emerald Bird died, the Laughing Lady died, the Thousand Captains died, the Snow Gentleman died, the Xiangshan died... Leonid died!"
He paused with his fingers and chuckled for no apparent reason.
"Greed is indeed the original sin of the earth. It seems that you are more foresighted than me, Sid."
"You realize it too late, Leonid."
Former visitor Sid Mitchell just shook his head.
The archiver knew he was going to die, so he smiled and asked:
"Then what about fate? Fate represents sadness. After it dominates the Sixth Era, how will the world end... Will everything end in tragedy?"
"You are wrong."
The old guest said lightly.
“Sorrow is left to fate itself…What we get in this world is laughter, joy, and beauty.”
The file manager was stunned.
All the angels shifted their gazes and looked at the tall figure in gray clothes behind the File Manager.
Carrying sadness within oneself, giving joy to the world?
this……
Is this the mission that the King of Blue Clothes carries?
"Haha, this is also the motto left by Lord Huan, Sid?"
Leonid laughed hoarsely.
The old guest had a serious expression and said solemnly:
"No, He never said such words, but He did convey such facts to the world, to history, and to me, the witness, through His actual actions... If it weren't for Duke Huan, this world would have ceased to exist long ago. You can disbelieve it, laugh at it, or even despise it, but... this is fate."
The file manager's smile gradually disappeared and he remained silent for a while.
"I'm sorry, I don't understand..."
The crystals gradually spread from His chest to other parts, gradually climbing up His neck and cheeks.
Finally, Leonid whispered:
"But as the God of the Earth, I will give you the respect you deserve, the pioneer of a new era, the creator of new history, King Cang."
His movements gradually became stiff, and his eyes finally fell on Xike.
"I hate you, Sid, but I also envy you for being able to witness a brand new history..."
After saying this, the File Master completely turned into a cold crystalline statue.
The old guest, Sid, sighed, walked forward, bent down and picked up the sheepskin on the ground. After taking a look, he asked the figure in gray clothes:
"King Cang, can you let me keep this sheepskin?"
Chen Lun was a little surprised.
The former guest treated him with great respect, in a tone of equal communication.
"Of course, please."
Chen Lun nodded.
Upon seeing this, the former guest solemnly took it into his arms.
Chen Lun looked around, then raised his hand and spread out his five fingers.
Originating from the unique divinity of Lady Laughing, the Captain, the Snow Gentleman, the Fir, and the File Manager, a total of nine balls of colorful light fell into the palm of his hand.
Except for the two copies of the only divinity of the earth of the File Keeper, the other seven copies are like the "doom" authority of the Emerald Kingfisher, and belong to the only divinity of the outsiders.
He intended to give these as rewards to the angels present. After all, it was thanks to them that the fairyland could be preserved .
However, the angels were not interested at all.
"We are unable to absorb and digest the unique divinity of the Outer Path, so it is useless in our hands... You can keep it. Based on my understanding of 'Homeland of No Return', it may have unexpected effects."
Oscar laughed.
Seeing this, Chen Lun did not force it and put away these unique divinities.
But he took out two copies of the only divinity from the File Keeper and handed them to the old guest, who was a little stunned.
"King Cang?"
Chen Lun just smiled and said lightly:
"I'll kill Montgomery."
The former visitor was stunned.
Of course He heard the other party's subtext.
King Cang inherited Duke Huan's last wish and was determined to complete the feat of killing the seven gods... and these two unique divinities were the kindness He gave to himself.
He wants to become the future Lord God of the Earth!
Even though Xike had never had the ambition to become a god and just wanted to live a peaceful life in the land of Saint Ai... fate was so strange. When he chose to believe in King Cang and helped him in the battle against King Sun, the direction of events had already changed.
Recalling what Leonid said to me before he died.
The former visitor could not help but ponder deeply.
Perhaps, it would be interesting to stay in the fairyland in the future, become a god worshipped by the Dawn Church, and witness King Cang opening up a new era.
"Thanks."
Sid thanked him, which was extremely rare.
He took the two unique divinities and saluted King Cang with his hands on his chest.
[“Former guest” Sid Mitchell’s favorability towards you has increased! 】
【Currently for respect! 】
Chen Lun smiled when he saw this.
He was not busy reminiscing and chatting with the angels, but turned to look at the Hat Boy and the Count Parrot who were sitting weakly on the ground.
These two ancient gods were at the bottom of the world's secret sect. After being captured by King Cang, they were unable to stop the rampage of the crystals in their bodies. They watched the entire process of the "Battle of Tianyuan" with fear.
The despair in their hearts gradually spread, and after the death of Leonid the File Keeper, it reached its peak...
When the angels turned their eyes to them, they saw King Cang walking towards them with a cross sword in hand, and they were terrified.
But Oscar smiled and suggested:
"Jack, the powers of these two guys are interesting. Perhaps you can let them work for you."
"Um?"
The tip of Chen Lun's sword stopped in front of Count Xieji, just a millimeter away from him... The opponent's flowery hat was cut into two halves by the sword, looking extremely funny.
"Serve, serve!"
The Count of Parody repeated hastily.
Chen Lun narrowed his eyes, and a mist flashed in his eyes, reflecting the figures of the Hat Boy and the Count Parrot.
'Storing authority and imitating authority...'
He immediately saw through the strength of the two and thought it was interesting.
"How about staying under the White Throne from now on?"
Chen Lun looked down at the two of them and asked calmly.
"Ronan, the God of Fruit, salutes you, the great King of the Blue Cloth."
The boy in the hat was quite tactful and knelt on the ground immediately.
It’s just that His body was too small, so all that could be seen was the large pointed hat covering the ground, from which the voice came.
"'Mirror God' Douglas salutes you, the great King of Cang Yi."
The Count of Parody followed suit and knelt down in submission.
Chen Lun was not reassured, so he immediately used his fingers to draw up a contract of the highest standards out of thin air. Crystals crawled all over his fingertips, and they grew into a cursive document at a speed visible to the naked eye, floating in the air.
The terms of the contract were quite harsh, even worse than the secular indenture, but Hat Boy and Count Parrot didn't care. It was enough for them to stay alive... As eternal beings, they didn't want to perish.
When both of them signed their names on the contract.
Suddenly, the crisp sound of wine glasses clinking could be heard from the other side in the distance.
Ding Dong!
And a familiar, elegant chuckle came:
"I bear witness to that."
It is Conrad who has become the true god of conspiracy.
But this time, everyone present heard it clearly. After saying "I witness", Conrad also let out a clear exclamation.
Immediately he burst into laughter.
"Come over for a drink sometime, my friend."
