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Chapter 391 Bloody Ending

A huge roar tore through the battlefield, and with the powerful punch of the Steam Knight, the ground where the Bloody King was standing collapsed. However, it did not even show a defensive posture. The huge iron fist did not fall on its head at all. It was stopped by the surging blood mist one foot in front of it and could not move forward.

"Damn it!" When there was no effect, the Steam Knight switched weapons without hesitation, spewing out a scorching bright light blade and slashing down.

The slash that was powerful enough to tear apart armored vehicles still hovered a foot away from the skinny enemy's chest. The warrior who could divide the battlefield could not break through a layer of blood-red mist. In a moment, there was a reversal, and a sharp sound of alloy tearing was heard. Several deep claw marks brought up armor fragments and knocked the Steam Knight away.

"Exaggerated... Is the Bloody Scourge so terrifying even with its individual strength?" The skinny body burst out with a terrifying power completely different from its appearance. The attacks of the Bloody Earthshaker followed one after another. The Steam Knight was pinned to the ground and fought to the death with the bloody monster. A tide of blood followed the blood mist. The battle cry of the army rang out along with the artillery fire, filling the gaps in the front line with their lives.

The flying white flames dispersed the blood mist, and Bu Si slashed out with a sword. Ling Dengxian and the Blood King clashed again. Shi Nie stirred up wisps of sword energy in the sky. The figure of the unicorn beast appeared again, and it swung its sharp claws and tore each other apart with the blood light!

A blood line appeared on the shoulder of the Bloody King, and Ling Dengxian flew backwards. He was able to cut through that small inch of defense. The White Flame Crown drained his physical strength and spirit. At this moment, his eyes were floating with white flames. He slashed with the sword in one hand, and the sword force that was heading straight for the clouds was grasped in the palm of the Bloody King's claw.

Death was dancing cheek to cheek with him.

There were no fancy moves, just purely powerful resistance techniques and terrifying physical strength. Apart from the advantage gained by Chanwu Yunlie's unexpected sword strike, he was at a disadvantage in all other fights.

He had not yet taken out the white crown when the sword "Jieyun" was slashed out by Turen Yunlie. Now that he has transformed into the demon king "beyond the past", he is still suppressed by the bloody source of disaster.

The once broken Devourer showed no signs of collapse. The two sides wrestled again, the techniques colliding with each other, the power surged, the bloody claws clasped together, but its owner was surprised to find blood spurting out of the palm of his hand, and the sword blade broke through its defense!

Ignoring it as a bloody show... Clapping at life, dragging innocent people along... Devouring evil to satisfy hunger.

“…So that’s how it is. You are the end He sees.”

The condescending gaze stung the swordsman's cheeks. He had finally gained a slight advantage, but a far more terrifying bloody murderous intent pressed down on his shoulders. He was not afraid, and swung his sword ironically:

"Although I know you can speak, the fact that you don't speak human language is still very disappointing."

The Bloody King didn't react to his words. His eyes, unblinking, were menacing, as if they could see through him. He continued his prayer-like words:

"He, unable to see beyond the cross-section, judges with fear; he, unable to see the end of despair, becomes powerful yet chooses self-destruction."

"I'm just a puppet, but I've learned the true nature of ridiculousness... a fragile, easily changeable ending."

Bloody claw marks covered the battlefield beneath her feet. The howling wind, with its fluorescent devastation, shattered Mastema's domain. The bound "rage" surged out from between her fingers. Sweat dripped from the fallen angel's forehead. She grasped the staff tightly with both hands and pressed it down, but she was unable to withstand the complete violence.

Blood mist rose, and three steam knights roared and pounced on the Bloody King. The blood-red fluorescence that suddenly dropped from the sky pierced through the armor, and the warriors hovered in mid-air.

The sounds of the battlefield suddenly disappeared, and all figures, including Mostima, turned gray. The Bloody King floated in the air, his gray figure lost its luster, and his eyes were replaced by anger and murderous intent.

He and the Scarlet King seemed to be separated from the others by a chasm.

Mastema's attempts to contain the influence it unleashed failed completely, and the weapons of the Victorian army were pointed at each other.

Blood Shadow and White Flame broke out in a fierce battle, with splattered flesh and blood and residual fire covering the battlefield within a radius of one kilometer. The blood light suppressed the White Flame Shadow, and every fight ended with Ling Dengxian flying backwards. The Blood King had not yet used its essential power. White Flame's skills at this time were not much different from those of ordinary Originium. He recovered, adjusted his posture, and took the initiative to kill. Ling Dengxian was injured many times in battle, but he did not change his edge. He was betting that he was more resilient than the Blood King!

In his field of vision, there were only the colors of Ling Dengxian himself and the Bloody King. Ling Dengxian had no intention of communicating at all. He disregarded life and started a killing spree, even though his situation was no safer than outside.

He could sense the other party's pure murderous intent, and perhaps he needed to worry more about his own safety.

But Mastema was still outside.

The white sword was no longer with him, leaving it to Lappland to defend himself. The only thing he could rely on was his own declining physical strength and energy.

Originally, this was a very suitable occasion for him to wield dual swords, without any scruples, just give it a go, but the situation was often not ideal - it would be better to say that having the opportunity to fight single combat like now was already very ideal.

The outcome of the round was decided by a fierce battle. Ling Dengxian flew forward and swung a few more swords. The sword lights were all shattered by the Bloody King, but when it turned into a light spot, it tore open its arm, leaving several small wounds that healed slowly.

The desire for life and the hatred for arrogance, the white flames gradually grew longer, the white crown was crystal clear, the small world was half scarlet and half crystal white, and any tiny change would become the prelude to suffocation and collapse.

An invisible petal shattered like glass, accompanied by a magical silver bell chuckle, and the sword was released!

"Juechenying" took action, the blood mist dissipated for a moment, and a ray of murderous intent appeared. "Yanrantianmu" swung white flames, and Ling Dengxian only caught the breath of death for a moment. "Jieyun" sword light flashed, and the sword force and murderous intent both collapsed.

The blood-red arm flew up, and the Blood King's whole body was covered with blood mist. The sharp sword marks crisscrossed and fell on his chest, but the depth was very shallow, and scarlet crystals instantly covered Ling Dengxian's right arm. The white bones on his right cheek and ribs broke through the flesh and were exposed in blood. The Blood King swung his limbs and charged again without stopping. The injuries had almost no effect.

A chill stung the Bloody King. His tightly wound, killing blows missed, silently cracking and shattering the surface of the ground, littered with charcoal and hard rock. A gap stretched hundreds of meters, even affecting the spacetime beyond the barrier. Ling Dengxian's figure appeared a hundred meters away, touching the gray figures as he passed through the warriors slaughtering each other. He felt...

The Bloody King was getting weaker. Compared to the terrifying power that suppressed him to the point of suffocation at the beginning, he could now kill him - and this was based on the fact that his physical strength was also continuously declining.

Even though he was seriously injured, the changed situation of the battle prompted him to fight more and more, and he attacked again. The Bloody King had arrived in front of him again.

The coldness slows down the battle situation, the quiet frost condenses the enemy's blade, and all illusions are shattered under the sword!

Frost Moon's sword brought up the wings of a dead cicada, and the sharp claws of the Blood King turned into butterfly wings of death and flew away as the sword fell. Ling Dengxian's sword was faster, leaving a frostbitten sword mark on its body and cutting open the bone plate wrapped under the Blood King's hard blood armor. He did not defend himself.

The heavy blow with the sharp broken edge hit half of his head, turning the bloody flesh over and cracking the bones. He felt dizzy in the severe pain in his head. Now he could only take one more step and severely injure the Bloody King!

Half of his face was torn off, and white flames immediately surged up, gluing the broken bones together. Ling Dengxian brought up the white flames and chopped down the sword again. The sword body penetrated into the remaining half of the Bloody King's arm. His poor condition prevented him from cutting it off, and the backlash of half of his body made him unable to avoid the Bloody King's heavy blow.

Blood-red limbs regenerated, and the bloody light brought by the blow almost submerged him. White flames collided with raging flesh and blood, and monstrous techniques clashed. The white flames burned away the enemy's essence with overwhelming force. The two sides in the life-and-death struggle were finally separated by a single blow. Ling Dengxian was smashed away like a rag bag, and the wound on his chest spurted out a large amount of blood. His chest was almost torn open. The white flames sewed his body quickly, but it was also much slower than before. After a few breaths, he stood up tremblingly with the sword in his hand again.

The Bloody King is fading.

The white flames were devouring its essence, but due to the body's outstanding talent for magic, the process of destroying it was extremely slow. It was obvious that it would not sit still and wait for death to come, and the barrier isolating the battlefield showed no signs of dissipating. Instead, a deep sense of unease was gathering in the calm gaze of the Bloody King.

It calls itself a puppet... Is there someone behind the scenes manipulating it?

He had already tried his best to deal with the Bloody King, and even a god would find it difficult to win the second battle.

No matter how much he thought about it, Ling Dengxian would not let go of the opportunity to speed up his victory. Even if just the slightest movement would cause blood mist to gush out of his wound and blood to flow out of his chest, he still approached the enemy again with blurred vision, leaving a blood mark with every step. The Blood King remained indifferent to the approaching sword.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but the misty white flames seemed to begin to sway, and some pink, blue, and purple overflowed... like... a silent sea of ​​flowers in full bloom.

Petals fluttered, and Xiaoxie appeared in his peripheral vision. At this moment, he realized that it was not his white flame. The white flame spreading from the wound on his body had become weak. After a long time, at such a critical moment, Xiaoxie appeared again with a chuckle, and he was shocked.

"The hero's humanity is also destroyed, and he devours evil without judgment and becomes arrogant?"

Xiaoxie cast a gaze that froze time, laughing at his bumpy journey:

"Will you also hand over this judgment to the sword?"

"What is this judgment?" As soon as Ling Dengxian opened his mouth, blood gushed out of his throat uncontrollably. He coughed a few times, almost coughing out his internal organs. A gentle force surrounded him, preventing him from kneeling on the ground.

"...Evil Devourer... I have never relied on the Evil Devourer. The trajectory of the sword is determined by humans!"

Xiao Xie didn't respond, but simply gave way. This voice used to poke at the pain point in his heart, but now -

Xiaoxie still seemed to think that he was that paranoid and gloomy student.

It was indeed his turning point and a key point in his life, but he had seen the scenery along the way, and he felt arrogant when being despised by the voice living in his body.

But Xiaoxie didn't care and let go.

Under Xiaoxie's gaze, Ling Dengxian finally arrived in front of the Bloody King, whose body was covered in white flames. He raised the Devouring Sin—

The sword could not cut it down.

Human figures, or rather, residual images that retained the state of death in life, souls, emerged behind the Bloody King, a sea of ​​people.

Some were missing half of their heads, some were floating in the air without their lower bodies, some had half of their bodies gone... The souls of Victoria's warriors floated quietly under the cover of the blood-red fluorescence, as if the wind was passing by and the earth was humming.

"Master, those are the undead from this war."

"The Bloody Calamity finally opened this rift, connecting the dead with the world of the living. For the dead, the world of the living holds a fatal allure, like a drug that smells like honey, extremely tempting... and yet hard to resist..."

"And how many people have died in this war... Individuals, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands... With this number of undead appearing on the battlefield, the remaining soldiers and nobles will probably be dragged into the world of the dead without distinction, right?"

"Just one look at it would shatter someone's soul."

Ling Dengxian looked at the "people" who were gradually surrounding and approaching him. He also exuded the breath of life, like a piece of... honey thrown into an ant colony.

"Do everything you can to stop them. Even if they were once heroes and fearless warriors, you will fight to the very end for the sake of those who are still alive, right?" Xiao Xie jumped up and down behind him, eerily delighted. "'Master'."