Chapter 56 Temporarily extinguished

When the so-called [Overlord] chopped off, or rather ate alive, the head of the last Dark Angel, Morgan was finally able to see its true nature.

It was fog, an ominous, blood-red fog.

It was exactly the same as those Chapters of Evil that tortured her spirit forever.

In other words, they are the same kind, but they are just multiple sides of a dice with no difference in nature and means.

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If I give in to those blue and purple whispers in my heart, will I end up like this?

She looked at the [Overlord] who was walking slowly and fell into deep thought.

In Morgan's pupils, the current appearance of Ran Dan's greatest warrior in the past was reflected: its arms and legs were still unimaginably strong, but the once huge, ferocious head was now shriveled to the point of being out of shape, and the sharp fangs were

His teeth could no longer spit out words, and he could only drool continuously, as if he was stupid.

Its blood is flowing with no sign of stopping. Although it has killed so many blood, its own blood has not been spared.

The increasingly swollen head of the big hunting dog has sucked out the last trace of its courage and strength. It is barking triumphantly, but it longs for more and is never satisfied.

Hector's long sword avoided the edge, allowing a sharp claw to cut a hateful hole in his breastplate, allowing blood to start flowing, and just as he expected, he withstood the blow.

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That voice sounded in his heart.

Hector looked at her.

It looked as if it had been abandoned by a moody god, transforming into the purest form of a monster without form, thought, or even meaning.

Let’s analyze it a little bit.

Morgan's eyes even briefly moved to the strange alien. The moment she looked over, the so-called "overlord" turned into a two-headed octopus, waving eight-sided fangs.

Therefore, under the command of this voice, he went one step ahead of his team members and came here. He was silent all the way, and did not tell anything more even to the most trustworthy Lord Kailon.

Even when that provocative thought appeared in her mind, she could hear the twisted laughter.

She narrowed her eyes, her fingertips flashed with invisible sharpness, and with a single swipe, she cut off the sharp claws extended by this menacing evil miasma, leaving only the endless angry roar that echoed in the sea of ​​souls.

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"Ms. Morgan."

"Now, we have a new task and need your help."

As for this poor guy...

Everything that happened before her eyes proved that the gods were not united as one.

One day.

Angry war roars and lewd laughter collided in the invisible sky, and even the never-ending howling wind in the desert was temporarily extinguished due to the collision of the two giants.

It's like this barbaric god doesn't like her either.

They are fighting, competing, and wielding blasphemous power against each other that mortal creatures can never imagine. This dispute seems to be the first time, and it seems to have been staged countless times. It seems to only last for a second, and it seems

will last until the end of time.

But Hector no longer had time to care: the monster did not die there, on the contrary, its size was expanding uncontrollably, and the huge hunting dog head kept roaring, roaring its last resistance.

It was an extremely charming, extremely private, and extremely lustful laughter. It was used from all directions and swept into an army in the blink of an eye.

But it doesn't matter, someone has it.

She watched the battle of this tall silver-armored warrior, watching him compete with countless offensives. With the most primitive strength, agile instincts and increasingly solid basic skills, he competed with the twisted monster.

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And it was at this moment that a black shadow suddenly inserted into the center of the battlefield.

Then, he walked towards Morgan.

Several Dark Angels were carrying hot melt. They were like old farmers harvesting wheat, completely burning the twisted monster to ashes without any fluctuation, while several others were holding weapons and walked towards the scene.

The other side of the burning bridge.

The angry roar was bigger and more terrifying. It seemed that it might pounce on her at any time and tear her to pieces. In fact, she could feel that a power containing destruction was planning to do just that.

"Ms. Morgan."

But one thing is certain.

It was roaring, even pleading.

Laughing at this unexpected opportunity.

Looking at this existence that made him respect, admire, get close to, fear, bewilder, joy, panic, and even have a trace of anger, his...

kill me!

The same thing: gratitude, contempt, fear... all kinds of emotions are like this.

The moment she wielded her psychic power, the roar seemed particularly loud.

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She was leaning on a pile of mysterious objects that Hector didn't recognize, and she was wearing a formal suit covered with runes. It was a piece of clothing with wide cuffs, with pure white as the main color and black runes.

, and further down is Morgan’s blue-black long skirt and riding boots.

But despite this, she still laughed.

She guessed correctly.

The voice came again, this time, it was particularly close.

The continuous bursts of wild laughter intertwined together and eventually turned into a network that gradually became farther and farther away, until they disappeared into the farthest corner of the sea of ​​souls, no longer visible to anyone.

She will definitely get what she wants.

【I do not know either.】

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【Attack, Hector.】

【Victory will not favor those who hesitate.】

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Hector didn't answer. He just squeezed out every ounce of his strength to throw himself into every fatal confrontation and fight. The indescribable thing in front of him was changing all the time, from claws to fangs, from snake-like...

From its tail to its head full of sharp corners, its offensive pattern changes every moment.

But before that, he had already rushed towards the monster.

The term flashed through her mind, but when she tried to look for it again, it was gone.

【it's me.】

But before that, he still had questions, many, many questions, and wanted to get answers from that voice.

Her eyes moved to the former [Overlord]. As the scarlet mist was dispersed by her, the greedy big hunting dog could only drink the host's blood more and more crazily. This man originally had dark red and dark black skin mixed in.

The alien appeared together, and now there are large pale marks on both arms.

Go try it a little bit.

She doesn't dislike this will, she hates the voice of the gods that brags about war, killing and reckless destruction.

The fighting continues, seemingly for eternity.

Hector wanted to say something else.

Search one by one.

He looked at the bridge, the burning bridge, wrapped in endless smoke and flames, like a door to hell slowly opening. Countless devils were occupying the other side of the bridge, using blood and the last

The wounded were engaged in a carnival that was unparalleled in the world.

Rapid footsteps came from behind, and Morgan didn't even need to look back to know what was happening.

She spoke.

This is a torture.

Morgan is not sure what kind of sense he has towards these overwhelming blood mist: fear? Disdain? Or simply fear?

There seems to be some.

He knew she would answer.

Then, there was no more sound.

The same goes for emotions.

He smelled the fight.
To be continued...