Chapter 141 The Agreement at Dusk (Twenty-Four)

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Seeing the figure behind the windowsill finally disappear into the shadow, and the barrier condensed with his life was lit up again, Qi Leren stumbled up from the ground and ran towards Leviathan like crazy.

The illusion formed in the half-domain was shaking, so fragile that it was vulnerable. The physical and mental pain burned him, making every breath of indescribable pain.

The dragon sank in the sea of ​​bones, and his best friend fell behind the windowsill of the tower. His teacher was sleeping in the eternal dark night. At this moment, he was like a gambler with nothing, and he was betting on everything in the desperate madness - killing it, and self-destructing half of the realm, and you must kill it! Otherwise, what is the meaning of everyone's sacrifice!

For the land of dusk and for the last pure land of mankind, you can die!

The red eyes were still hanging high in the sky, and the terrifying huge monster slapped the barrier of the last minute. Qi Leren, who was on the edge of collapse, forgot everything and forgot the idea of ​​trying to survive. The emotion that was so strong that it exploded his heart exploded at this moment.

In the Holy Sepulchre Garden in the green wilderness, the tomb emits a faint light, and the light gradually becomes brighter, like the rising sun.

In this holy light, the figure of the holy nun gradually became clear. At the former site of the Holy Church, Mary's blessing of the Qile people woke up from this feeling of wanting to protect. She folded her hands on her chest, as if she was praying for this desperate person and for this land of dusk that was about to fall.

This guardian force resonated with the power of the Holy Nun once blessed the prophet. This layer of light lit up from all directions in the dusk land, like dawn at the end of the night.

In the light, the projection of the huge holy angel followed behind the running Qileren, and actually merged with him.

Qi Leren's heart was empty. At this moment, he seemed to have merged into the starry sky. He struggled repeatedly in the process of destruction and rebirth, resonating with those eternal original forces. This feeling was familiar and unfamiliar.

A colorless sword appeared in his hands, the power of guarding, the power of time, the power of rebirth... Faith turned into power and condensed in his hands. He suddenly understood what he was going to do, and the phantom of the huge holy angel behind him was also moving with him.

He raised the sword, detonated the power in the entire half of the domain, and swung his force towards the towering Leviathan as mountains!

The colorless sword blade split the air and the earth. A huge crack of a hundred meters long torn open in front of him. As the mountain collapsed and cracked the earth, the sword light broke through all obstacles and cut off all obstacles. The huge Leviathan felt the terrible power from behind him, but he didn't have time to resist. In this sword that almost destroyed the world, its body, which had been destroyed by the demon dragon once, collapsed again.

Countless broken limbs and plasma exploded in the air, and a bloody rain fell from the sky, falling down in a scattered manner.

Only that barrier stained with blood firmly protects the shelter, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one...

It disappeared quietly, like its silent arrival.

Leviathan, who was cut into two sections, collapsed into this gentle green field. In front of him was a huge chasm of hundreds of meters long. He was cut open by the power of this sword and became a crack in the earth. On top of its head, the red eyeball seemed to have been severely damaged and became looming. The thick rain cloud was dispersed, revealing the dazzling starry sky behind the clouds.

The sword in his hand disappeared, Qi Leren was exhausted and could hardly breathe.

At that moment, his half-field was infinitely close to the field, but... but... it was not. His accumulation was too shallow and the result of forcibly overdrawing the half-field was not a breakthrough, but an inevitable collapse.

The emerald green fields and the Holy Sepulchre Garden were like broken lakes, sparkling, and the strong wind blew, dispersing the blue and white petals and the fine grass. The white roses in the bushes withered, Chen Baiqi, who was sleeping in the tree tomb, disappeared, the dreamy scene in the air shattered silently, countless afterimages like lenses fell from the sky, and a silent rain.

In the collapse and fall of this half of the field, Qi Leren, who was crying, looked at everything in front of him. Too much sadness rushed in his heart, making him unable to feel the joy of saving others, and only a deep helplessness was left.

He fell to his knees, and the fields had collapsed. His knees did not touch the soft grass, but the bloody earth was flowing.

The shelter came from the cry of joy, and was sincerely happy to live, and sang to save all this hero.

But the real hero has already slept in the dark tower, and no one knows his sacrifice.

He knelt down on the ground and cried loudly, for the helpless loss at this moment.

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"It's only a little bit, just a little bit." Suddenly feeling the powerful original power bursting out from a distance, the prophet held his breath and felt it for a while, and finally sighed.

"He has been too short of his time to break through half the field and has not accumulated enough." Si Lin analyzed calmly, his tone full of regret.

"It's a pity. If there were two or three years, no, one or two years, maybe he would be able to break through to the field this time." The prophet smiled bitterly, "In the end, there is only this choice left."

"teacher……"

"I have wasted more than twenty years and tried countless methods, and each time it failed. What makes me most sad is the plan of Dawn Land. In order to condense this second field, I have paid too much, but in the end I am entrusted with it. If the plan of Dawn Land was successful, too many deaths could be avoided. All players who belong to Dawn Land will return there to be reborn after death. At least three times, they will have more time to break through themselves, rather than die early in various accidents. This regret cannot be compensated. Now is the time to do what I can to do for everyone."

The prophet said, and walked a few steps forward.

In front is the huge circular square of the Judiciary, with statues of clergy along the way, and in the center is a prayerful nun. The person who created her does not portray her appearance to the world, but her holy and noble temperament is perfectly revealed.

A white light lit up around the sculpture of the Holy Nun, and the prophet was the first to walk into the white light, and then Si Lin.

The time and space around him were twisted for a moment. The next second, the illusionist in blood also appeared in the white light. After a brief confusion, he suddenly looked at the prophet: "Teacher!"

The prophet nodded and smiled at him, pointing to his chest.

The illusionist held the pendant that had just saved his life from Su He's hand, and held it tightly in his hand, with blue veins rising on the back of his hand.

"One person is left." The prophet looked at the last vacant space, and the white light rushed straight into the sky, and the light dissipated. The Qileren, who had kneeled on the ground, appeared in the square of the courtroom, with tears still on his face.

"Doctor Lu...Doctor Lu!" Qi Leren, who had just broken the half-field and had not recovered his spirit, didn't bother to ask why he appeared here, but immediately grabbed the prophet and kept repeating his friend's name.

There was a little confusion in the prophet's eyes. He hadn't heard the name before, so he turned to look at Si Lin, who explained: "The good friends of Qi Leren, they came out of the same novice village."

Qi Leren covered his face. The moment he saw the prophet, he instinctively asked for help from this person, but after he woke up, he realized that it was futile.

Even this person cannot resurrect a dead person.

"And Ning Zhou! He and the Demon King of Power have started a war on the sea. I feel that he is very dangerous now. Please save him!" Qi Leren begged.

The prophet looked at him gently: "Are you sure you want to save him?"

"Of course!" Qi Leren didn't know why he asked such a question.

"Have you ever thought that for Ning Zhou, dying here is not a bad thing?" said the prophet.

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"This may be the last time he bid farewell to the world as a human being. An expelled priest, bravely fought against the demon king in order to protect humanity, and eventually died in battle. This is the most natural end for a saint, and death gave him the highest glory of this life." The prophet said, "But if he survived, condensed the realm of destruction, eventually lost himself, and went to depravity, and the brave who had saved others became a new evil dragon. Everything he did was no longer praise and glory, but a living irony. The whole world no longer remembered his sacrifice. They regarded him as an evil god, hated him, hated him, and slandered him. He lived in endless pain until the belated death ended him. You see, the same death gave life a different meaning. It was really cruel and beautiful."

Qi Leren stood in front of the prophet in a daze, tears in his eyes could not stop, and he didn't even realize that he was crying.

He finally understood what it is to live more difficult than death.

If the demon dragon slept in the sea of ​​bones on this day, Ning Zhou would always be the saint who never had a hometown. Even if he had been expelled, the world would only remember his unyielding soul at this moment. Death made his sacrifice great and lasting. Perhaps for Ning Zhou, this was the ending he wanted.

But……

"But he wants to live." Qi Leren's eyes passed through the prophet's shoulders, looked at the distant coast, and said firmly, "Ning Zhou, he wants to live with me."

"Even if it's an enemy of the world?"

"Even if you are enemies of the world!"

The prophet sighed deeply: "If there is still a choice, I really don't want to choose you. If one day the new Demon King of Destruction attacks the dusk land, I'm afraid you will lead him."

"I will let him step on my body," said Qi Leren.

The prophet smiled, and a gentle arc appeared in his young eyes: "It's enough for you to have this enlightenment. Sometimes, I'm still willing to believe in love, just like the old devil and the holy nun. During that battle, I still felt that I wanted to die under the sword of my lover. Maybe for him, such destruction would not let their love down."

Qi Leren looked at him anxiously, waiting for him to help him.

"Don't look at me anymore, it's your turn now. Do you still remember the proposal I once told you? You, Si Lin, the illusionist, will support the land of dusk together." said the prophet.

"But I don't want to..." Of course Qi Leren remembered this, but he rejected the prophet because he was afraid of forgetting.

"Don't you want to save Ning Zhou? This is your last chance." said the prophet.

"Okay, I promise you!" Qi Leren said without thinking.
Chapter completed!