Volume 8: Future · Gap 4 · Competitive Games Chapter 180: This Day is Long and Lonely
"My name is Tian Ji Liao!"
"I only wish the sky would not be lonely"
The sword flashed, although the listening spring was cut off, the sword in the heart had not been broken!
The blood shadow flew, and the golden light followed closely behind.
Tian Jiliao constantly squeezed the potential of his soul in his heart, kept his original body in motion, and used various soul magical powers in conjunction with sword skills to constantly flip and fly.
The Silver Cross could only watch from afar, cooperating with the Red River aliens with the Great Prophecy.
He is really afraid of the lonely days now.
Because not far away, a Red River alien that even he had to be cautious with was slowly dissipating there and died completely.
The loneliness of the day is completely desperate!
Most people have only heard of higher undead spirits, but rarely have seen them.
The most widely circulated saying about higher-level undead is that they will never "die".
The original body, a state created by Louis that is of the same nature as the higher undead, has what characteristics, and others can only guess.
Before, the Silver Cross dared to look down on Tian Jiliao, but the moment Tian Jiliao made up his mind to fight to the death, the sword light that burst out from it was aimed at killing people.
Even the Red River Alien, which also possesses the so-called "immortal" ability, will have its soul destroyed by Tian Jiliao's sword.
This results in it having a variety of life forms, and no matter how exaggerated the life form is, it will not be able to be effective and it can only lie on the ground and die.
Later in the fight, it was not the Blood Shadows who surrounded and killed Tian Jiliao, but Tian Jiliao who was chasing and killing the dogs of the Red River people.
But each sword gradually took on a hint of blood.
And the lonely body of the sky became increasingly dim.
The blood shadows were fearless and brave, but they could only die one by one.
The Silver Cross had been preparing to escape when the blood shadows began to die one after another.
But the next moment, a sword light flew from a distance, circled around the human head with a silver cross, and then flew back towards where it came from.
The Silver Cross stretched out his hands to hold his head which was about to fall off.
He opened his mouth to say something, but at this moment he no longer had the strength to speak.
The arms that were holding the head gradually turned into dull mercury and kept falling to the ground.
The feathers behind him turned into pieces of light, forming arms that tried to grab his head, but those light hands could only become increasingly blurred.
Countless holy souls emerged around him and rushed towards him, but in the process, each of them emitted a large amount of light.
They broke away from that sacred posture, and then one by one felt the call from the underworld.
However, before heading to the underworld, these holy souls all turned into evil spirits and pounced madly on the silver cross.
Even people with pure faith cannot accept being constantly enslaved and then madly exploited.
Besides, who can say for sure whether their pure beliefs are consistent?
Besides, when the Silver Cross was collecting the Holy Souls, it wouldn't have negotiated with them in a nice way, saying things like, "After you die, I'll lend you my soul."
Instead, he directly plundered. In the eyes of most holy souls, this man was not a god, nor was he a member of the same camp as them. Instead, he was more like a devil or demon.
His body did not suffer any serious damage from the attacks of these evil spirits.
After all, these souls themselves have no power, and are quickly returning to the underworld as they are absorbed by the underworld.
But even if it was a slight impact, it still had an effect. The Silver Cross looked at his body that was constantly turning into mercury in despair. His head fell to one side, hit the ground, and turned into mercury all over the ground.
Then it became dull and smelled terrible.
The sky was lonely, standing in front of the corpse of the last blood shadow, with light constantly emanating from his body.
His original body has been broken.
Further away, there are enemies slowly approaching.
Tian Jiliao even sensed the existence of human will.
And the Quanzheng God who was hiding behind the human will and was getting closer and closer to him.
His death still attracted the attention of human will.
The sky became gloomy and a whistling sound was heard, as if singing a sad song for the loneliness of the day.
His will is being absorbed by human will.
And Quan Zhengshen is taking advantage of this opportunity to do some ghostly tricks.
Mingming transformed into his original form and was called a high-level undead. Tian Jiliao, who had joined the demons and monsters, was more suitable for the name of a ghost.
Quan Zhengshen, a pure-blooded human and representative of mankind, should sacrifice his blood for mankind.
But it all turned out the other way around.
At this moment, Tian Jiliao understood that the attack on him had been planned long ago and there was a conspiracy behind it.
This is also the sorrow of mankind. I don’t know how many martyrs were forced into a desperate situation like the lonely sky with the cooperation of humans and extra-dimensional forces.
"Is their purpose human will?" Tian Jiliao wanted to do something, but he was powerless to move.
After his original body was broken, his soul began to dissipate.
The fact that he was able to retain a little consciousness and take one last look at this world can only be said to be the final gift from his original body and the final attempt by human will to retain him.
Looking at the gloomy sky, Tian Jiliao could feel his own will aligning with the will of mankind.
Among them, a large number of deceased martyrs gathered towards him.
The wills of past human beings are reorganizing and aggregating to form the will of a temporary leader.
"This is..." At this moment, Tian Jiliao vaguely sensed something.
The soul drifts towards the underworld, and the will merges into the group.
In these final moments of death, Tian Jiliao grasped something.
"For humanity!!" With this thought in mind, Tian Jiliao's will merged with the human will, mixed with certain wills, and finally formed the will of the temporary leader.
Quan Zhengshen came here from afar with a look of regret on his face, looking at the lonely sky that was passing away, and the leader's will that was invisible and intangible but had an extremely strong presence.
"Don't be hypocritical here!" Suddenly, a huge "magic cube" appeared in front of people.
This Rubik's Cube was composed of countless tiny blocks, and one side was facing Quan Zhengshen. The block was slightly vibrating, and a sound was emitted as if countless people were chanting together.
"You must be the one manipulating all this behind the scenes, right?" the leader said in a certain tone.
A pressure fell directly on Quan Zhengshen, and the human will on him disappeared in an instant.
"That's right, but even though there are selfish motives involved in all this, it is also for the good of mankind!" Quan Zhengshen had no intention of hiding anything and said directly.
The leader's will neither believes nor disbelieves.
Standing quietly in mid-air, listening to Quan Zhengshen's sophistry.
The sky was still filled with gloomy winds, and everything was withered and silent, seeming particularly lonely, with only a ray of light drifting off into the distance.
The days are filled with loneliness and solitude, and my heart is filled with sorrow.
I sing a sad song, break my sword and give up the rest of my life, just hoping that there will be fewer unfortunate people in the world!
