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Now that things have come to this point, there is nothing left to do.

They have lost.

Mathers was unwilling to struggle to die again.

"Farewell, my friend." Edward glanced at him for the last time, turned around and walked into the crack opened by Bennett, and disappeared.

Soon, Bennett's crack also collapsed in the burning of the flame stream.

The original abyss Abusu evaporated completely from the scorching sun of Dongjun!

Immediately afterwards, the half-body of the enlightened person turned into ashes, but his expression remained calm until the end, he was not shaken by his own failure, nor was he afraid of death.

But under the burning glow of the corona, I raised my head and looked into the sky, as if I could see the brilliant stars hidden behind the night sky.

His lips opened and closed silently, as if he had said something.

But no one responded.

In this way, it turned into ashes.

Then, when the land of nothing completely fell, the frame of my blood was magnificent, and countless twin spiral pillars fell apart in the engulfment of the light tide.

Mathers calmly took off his hat.

Let the face collapse quickly, and the scarlet fragments peel off.

I just raised my head and looked at the burning mechanical sun persistently, searching for the traces of Huai Shi, and recalling the dazzling flash in my memory.

"I really want to take a look..."

He murmured softly, the boy's eye turned into coke in the light of destruction, and his skull was exposed from his peeling face.

Unfortunately, the Book of Destiny has not responded to his call.

None from the beginning.

It chose Huai Poetry - and the whereabouts of Huai Poetry are the ruins abandoned by them.

Perhaps, Russell is right.

——The president has long been dead and will not come back. The so-called golden dawn and the so-called savior plan have been empty talk from the beginning.

[To be honest, I have been using wild fruit reading to read books and follow updates recently, changing sources and switching, and pronunciation aloud for many tones, www. Android and Apple are available.]

They were angry at the blindness and madness of their former ideal country, and therefore chose to rebel. But from the beginning, what they were obsessed with chasing might not exist.

The ideal that cannot be found in the present realm cannot be found in the abyss.

Over the years, at best, this madness and blindness has been unconsciously continuing.

Now, the time for the end is here.

Seeing such a magnificent destruction again, his heart was no longer filled with sorrow and pain from the fall of the heavenly kingdom in the past, and only peace was left.

Ah, this is the evil karma I created due to arrogance and fear.

In the light that swallows the soul, the solidifier named Mathers sighs silently.

"—Please hate me."

In this way, I turned my back to the stars and walked towards the destruction of loneliness.

Woodman, Mathers, Westcott... When names after names are wiped out.

The organization called Golden Dawn has come to an end from this moment.

Only the tyrannical sun was left, shining on everything.

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Three minutes later, in the abyss, in a hidden base in a remote hell, blood flowed silently into the cracks of the earth, and the corpses were in chaos.

Anubis coldly raised the muzzle, pulled the trigger, and completely wiped out the last remains.

Ms. Chen's response sounded from the channel of the Sky Prison Fortress Horus:

"Edward, solve it."

"Very good, faster."

The vice principal pushed his glasses expressionlessly: "There are four suspected areas and sixteen coagulator targets... The cleaning has just begun, ma'am."

"And the holiday is far away, right?"

Anubis sneered jokingly, turned around and walked towards the light of the Styx, disappearing from depths.

And in this moment, when Horus descended on the battlefield, sixteen wars spreading in every corner ended one by one.

I never enjoyed the sweetness of victory for a moment, whether it was the sublimators or the large group of hell, the white doves, red deer and gray whales indifferently wiped away the blood on their faces and began to clean up.

All that remains will be destroyed.

Massacre, destroy, destroy, burn...better than everything they did to their ideal country in the past!

Just above the battlefield of the present and abyss, outside the scope that the sun wheel had not yet enveloped, a charred figure appeared out of thin air in the deserted far field.

Falling to the ground.

The solidified man, known as the king of heretics, slowly stood up and breathed, leaving only half of the tragic trauma in his body and even the soul on the verge of collapse, became incredibly stable and no longer worsened.

But soon, the scorched face slowly turned around and looked at the violent steel sun in the distance.

To be precise, it was the figure that gradually appeared in front of him under the scorching sun.

Like the incarnation of muscles,

The bare-haired man was wearing a tight vest and sports shorts, slowly moving his shoulders and wrists, slowly warming up again and again.

It's like coming to the gym.

There was even a worn-out fitness backpack that was given for free by members and was thrown not far away.

"Luo Siwei?"

The heretic king suddenly realized and distinguished the face that was completely different from the past: "It's true, long time no see."

"Sorry, I don't have time to chat. Someone spent money and spent a lot of money to make sure that no one left in the Golden Dawn death could escape."

Luo Si raised his head and told him: "It happened that I was looking for a change job recently, so I... returned to my old job."

The legendary mercenary ghost beast king, who had caused countless killings between the border and hell in the past, raised his fists towards his teacher.

“Okay.”

The wrecked bone nodded in a clear understanding, raised his still complete fist again, and pointed it at him: "I haven't fought with you for a long time."

"Come!"

boom!

In an instant, Luo Siwei disappeared from the same place, and the heretic king also disappeared from the same place.

Only a deep digging mark appeared on the earth, and the end of the rift almost extended to the end of hell.

On the deepest rock, under the iron fist of Luo Si, the heretic king, was shattered.

Only the last head is left alone.

This is [lactic acid accumulation], liberating!

"It's almost dead, so don't learn to fight, old guy."

In order to slowly withdraw his fist from the broken skull of the heretic king, Luo Si took out a thermos cup from his waist bag, took a sip of the protein powder, replenished the water, and finally asked:

"Can you tell me merciful before you die, where is the flute player?"

"have no idea."

The heretic king said coldly, "It has nothing to do with me."

The heavy damage of the former destruction genealogy and the push of the flute-player are just the last straw. Even the sublimators who are obsessed with power and destruction cannot escape the temptation of the abyss without the flute-player.

Even after so many years, he still didn't care.

"It's so ridiculous, the old guy turned himself into this ghost."

Luo Si shook his head in disappointment: "What are you pursuing?"

"The limit of oneself."

Above the broken face, the jaws opened and closed, and the calm answered: "Don't be bound by anything, nor eroded by any suffering. It lasts forever."

He said: "Until, there is no more so-called limit."

"So, did you get it?" Luo Si asked.

“Too far.”

A slight sense of regret appeared in the eyes of the heretic king.
To be continued...