Part 6 The Light Exporter Chapter 115 – Warrior

　　”Attack!”

　　Hearing the Chief’s words, Derek was stunned for a moment, then instinctively opened his arms.

　　In the process, his vision suddenly blurred, and a sound that was suppressed to the extreme and low came out of his throat.

　　A ball of light covered in sacred flames descended from the sky, engulfing the figures of “Dark Angel” Saslir and Colin Iliad simultaneously.

　　Before the light exploded, Derek pulled back his arm, and condensed a white and pure “Lance of No Darkness” in his palm.

　　With a crackling sound, the spear of light pierced through the sacred flames and accurately struck the evil spirit in the head.

　　The brilliant, blinding light blossomed, covering the area completely, and even Kraven, who was collecting his crazy thoughts, couldn’t avoid it because it was too close, and couldn’t help but close his eyes, distorting his face, and feeling one “Spirit Worm” after another evaporating, and feeling the “Blasphemous Tablet” and the “True Slab”. It felt like the connection between the “Blasphemous Tablet” and the eroding power of the “True Creator” that had not yet been fully established was being purified.

　　In the place where the sun seemed to rise, the figure of the Dark Angel Saslir appeared, twisting and swaying in the blazing white light and sacred flames, fading and dissolving.

　　Then the shadows covering the walls, pillars and tiles began to disintegrate, revealing inch after inch of orange-red light.

　　The palace, which was hidden inside the Giant King’s residence and coexisted with the real world, finally lost its power to continue to maintain itself, and was no longer cut off from the outside world’s influence.

　　This also meant that the special evil spirit that had lost its connection with the Sea of Chaos had truly been purified.

　　Just as the Palace of Shadows began to crumble but did not completely disintegrate, an invisible force finally penetrated the barrier and descended a little, causing the activation of the eroded parts that had been gathered in Kraven’s body to steeply intensify!

　　They protruded out from Klein’s chest and turned into a mass of pitch-black flesh and blood.

　　This flesh immediately detached from Kraven’s body, severing the invisible connection with him, and quickly wriggled and grew, turning into a giant hand of shadow that grabbed the item along the illusory “light” between itself and the first “blasphemous stone slab”.

　　At the same time, in the dream world of the “Divine War Relic”, in front of the projection of the Giant King’s residence.

　　Amon, wearing a peaked cap and classic black robes, sat on a tall gray rail, with his back to the orange-red road separating the sea of clouds, and leisurely looked at the gray-blue gate covered with golden nails, not knowing how long he had been waiting.

　　Suddenly, K squared the monocle he wore over his right eye and easily leapt off the banister to the door of the projected Giant King’s residence.

　　”The power of the ‘Sea of Chaos’ is starting to subside, so we can use that bug to go straight in ……” Amon muttered to himself with a smile while stretching out his right hand and pressing it on the projection of the gate.

　　K’s figure then softened, lost its sense of reality, and “flowed” into the door like light.

　　……

　　Somewhere on the battlefield in Birkeland.

　　Krystai Sesima, with short blonde hair and dark green eyes, was on one knee, supporting himself with a pure white bone sword less than a meter in front of him.

　　His body was covered in holes with blackened edges and cracks through his torso, and his teeth were raised and sharpened, as if he were an animal.

　　With great difficulty, the High Deacon of the Night’s Watch, whose consciousness was beginning to blur, turned his gaze away from his weakened foe, who was not far away, and turned it to the sky.

　　The orange-red dusk had partially invaded the deep blackness of the night.

　　Cresta Sesima struggled to pull out his bone sword, to rise and fight, to do his last duty as a member of the Night’s Watch, but his arms trembled violently, and his breathing had become weak.

　　In the middle of the astral realm, a peaceful darkness filled with moon flowers, night herbs, and other plants knew no bounds.

　　Suddenly, an orange-red light shone into this realm, returning parts of the area to dusk, causing one flower and one grass to wither one after another, on the verge of dying.

　　In the lonesome dusk, a figure as huge as a mountain stepped out, k with monstrously long limbs, wearing silver armor full of rags, his face obscured by his faceplate, only vaguely revealing a glow of orange and red.

　　In his hand was an exaggeratedly long sword, letting the tip of it hang down naturally, touching the dark “ground”.

　　As the horrible giant walked forward step by step, the sword dragged itself through the darkness, causing the ground to split and the dusk to freeze.

　　In the depths of the darkness, the same large figure floated out dragging a long scythe.

　　K wore a long, layered but not elaborate, ethereal black dress, embellished with uncountable sparkles, as if inlaid with the stars of that night.

　　Between k’s ribs, and at k’s waist, two arms each sprouted out, their surface covered in short, dark black hairs.

　　K’s six hands, two holding the heavy black scythe, two holding a round of scarlet “moon”, one empty, one clutching a piece of gold to create an ancient jewelry.

　　The appearance of that ornament is a slender bird, surrounded by pale flames composed of feathers, its bronze-colored eyes, light layers and layers, as if the formation of one after another illusory door.

　　Not at all surprised by such a scene, that giant stepped forward faster and faster, gradually approaching a charge.

　　The long sword dragged through the darkness and dusk rubbed against the surroundings, inspiring bit after bit of bright morning sunlight.

　　At this time, the other side of the moon flowers, night herbs suddenly increased in size, crazy growth, soon became equivalent to the primitive forest within the survival of thousands of years of trees, dense, cover the “sky”.

　　Among these trees, a figure entwined with dark green vines and decorated with various herbs and flowers stood out.

　　The figure was equally as huge as a mountain peak, with a plump figure and fluttering dress, carrying an illusory baby in her arms.

　　As soon as this figure descended, it followed that Dusk Giant, half-floating and half-flying close to the humanoid Demon Wolf dragging a pitch-black giant scythe.

　　……

　　Inside the palace where the shadows were gradually disintegrating, although the eroding part detached itself, so that Klein didn’t have to worry about the hidden danger in this aspect, but this was equivalent to directly cutting away a lot of his living “Spirit Worms”, so he still couldn’t help but let out a low intake of breath, and one after another transparent and twisted worms with mysterious patterns crawled out of his twisted face, and his spirit felt like it had been thrown into the darkness. Worms crawled out of his twisted face, and his spirit was like a lake that had been thrown into a boulder, and it was difficult to calm down for a while.

　　At that moment, a familiar figure was reflected in his eyes, which were covered in a layer of blood color due to the pain.

　　It was the “Angel of Time”, Amon, who wore a monocle and a peaked floppy hat.

　　Amon smiled at him, scaring him so much that he was about to turn his thoughts on the spot and return directly to the “Fortress of Origin”.

　　Although this is a little bit sorry for the “sun” Derek, but Klein felt that he had reached the “source of the fortress” above, with the angelic level of power, on the contrary, there is a chance to save the other side, after all, the outside world’s influence can be exerted on this place.

　　However, after a short while, the Angel of Time looked at the gray “blasphemous tablet” and the giant hand of shadow that was getting stronger and stronger as the disintegration of the “sleeping place” deepened.

　　Amon immediately raised his right hand and adjusted the monocle in his right eye.

　　The crystal ground monocle immediately became dark, as if it was a mixture of countless colors, difficult to describe.

　　In front of Amon’s body, an illusory, terrifying, and slightly rippling deep “ocean” appeared.

　　The “blasphemer” unleashed some kind of power or convergence that he had stolen from somewhere at some point in time!

　　The “blasphemous tablet” suddenly vibrated and emitted a humming sound, as if it had come to life.

　　It broke free of the illusory “light” that remained between it and the shadowy hand, and threw itself violently at Amon!

　　The eyes of Klein, who had just barely recovered from the pain of his fear, stared in disbelief.

　　The first Blasphemous Tablet did not choose the “True Creator” of the “Inverted Man” pathway, but went to the “Stealer” of the “Stealer” pathway. The “Angel of Time” of the “Stealer” pathway!

　　After a moment’s daze, Klein vaguely understood the reason:

　　Amon’s body has been wandering in the Godforsaken land for thousands of years, entered Chernobyl, and searched for the history of the Second Age and even the history before the First Age, and must have wandered at the edge of the “Sea of Chaos”, done certain dangerous research, and “stole” some kind of special, and at this time, K is just using this special release. The King of Angels was only using this special release to attract the “blasphemous tablet”.

　　Simply put, the King of Angels has been preparing for this for a long time, and the “True Creator” is not yet able to come down, but must wait for the “sleeping place” of the “dark angels” to completely collapse. It is necessary to wait for the “sleeping place” of the “dark angels” to completely collapse.

　　But the question is, why did Amon steal the first Blasphemy Tablet? It’s not like it’s going to be of much use. ……k can’t even be transferred to “viewers”, “readers”, “readers”, “readers”, “readers”, “readers”, “readers” or “readers”. reader”, “tyrant”, “sun” and “hanged man” paths! Is it just because it’s fun? To swoop in, steal and run when the gods and older brothers are plotting the “blasphemous tablet”? But isn’t it more important for K to catch me? While confused about Amon’s purpose, Klein quietly backed away and peered at the surface of the gray tablet with his eyes wide open, trying to memorize the recipe for the potion he needed.

　　As soon as the corresponding text “Sequence 1: Secret Servant ……” was reflected in his eyes, Amon reached out his left hand and grasped the “blasphemous tablet”, then, turning his body violently, he pressed his right hand on the stone that was still covered with a small amount of shadow. Then, he turned his body and pressed his right hand on the gray and blue door, which was still covered with a small amount of shadow.

　　The figure wearing a peaked cap and classical black robes instantly vaporized, directly through the door and disappeared.

　　The shadowy hand formed by Klein’s erosion expanded rapidly as the “sleeping place” continued to crumble, eventually turning into a black shadow that followed Amon and rushed out of the closed door.

　　In the next second, all the shadows faded, and an orange-red light illuminated the palace where the Giant King once lived.

　　In front of the iron-black throne, on the steps illuminated by the dusk glow, the figure of Colin Iliad emerged.

　　He wore tattered silver armor, revealing a face with many old scars, and sat there quietly, just like a warrior who had finished his last battle.

　　His two Morning Sun straight swords had already turned into fragments, and his aura had already disappeared, however, Klein could feel that there was still a residue of his will and spirit, and he was still unable to completely disperse just like that.

　　Derek at the bottom of the steps saw this scene and, with red eyes, approached furiously, stumbling on his feet, unlike a demigod.

　　He quickly crouched down beside Colin Iliad and cried out in a low voice:

　　”Chief ……”