It would be difficult for Lin Yi to carry the entire Eternal Night by himself. Carrying the Night itself is more dangerous, and the Night is less damaged by the Black Death.

So Wu Hui provided some help.

The night watchman is out.

The black king piece moves out.

Then the sun debris also came out.

Everyone spread the load together, and the pressure suddenly became much lighter. Lin Yi rarely smiled, and he closed his eyes, feeling the darkness that had been with him all his life.

Night, night.

I cursed you, I fought with you, but I still couldn't get rid of your entanglement.

It seems that the person born from the darkness cannot get rid of your entanglement in the end. But, I can become your master!

Lin Yi was trapped by the eternal night all his life, and now he finally turned over. The flames on his body protected his mind, and together with Wu Hui's chess piece, he shared the power of darkness.

When he couldn't hold on anymore, Wu Tong would come over and steal a handful, and he would throw the stolen power forward and collide with the enemy.

Queen Bee Wu Tong pricked the hand with acupuncture, and different divine powers were injected into it. Divine power has been the nemesis of darkness since ancient times, and most of the worshiped gods have the function of dispelling darkness and bringing light.

So in a sense, Wu Tong has a special attack on these black death skin flakes.

Qi Shanlin completed the control of the time circle, disappeared from the place, and returned to the past. Lin Yi, Hei Wang, and the night watchmen also began to speed up the loading speed.

Everyone works together to swallow up the eternal night.

Eternal Night actually has no subjective malice. As darkness, it is normal to bring darkness and the destruction that accompanies darkness. Although the source of energy is the Black Death, Eternal Night really has no concept of malice.

After all, good and evil are concepts that intelligent creatures only have in a civilized society. Eternal night is like a natural law. You can't say that the typhoon deliberately blew the roof of your house. That would be too presumptuous.

But this does not mean that Lin Yi will let go of him.

In a sense, he is the kind of ruthless person who is affected by disaster and is determined to eliminate it.

What an incredible goal, but now he has actually succeeded! Lin Yi can say that this life is worth it. He has really become the master of this darkness, a curse that cannot be escaped by darkness.

One hand grasps the black sword hilt, and the other hand grasps the pistol formed by combining his own will and sun debris.

Lin Yi stood in the darkness and shot bright bullets.

Zhou Yang: "Next."

Crazy-Eyed Ace and the inheritors collectively moved forward, and Wu Hui threw two Witch King chess pieces. Light balls fell one after another in the sky. Each light ball contained countless small light balls. Combinations of large and small light balls

Fall down into a tree diagram.

This is the origin of the evil god's knowledge, and the light ball represents knowledge.

The inheritors, as well as Ace, are all people who use a lot of knowledge, but most of them eventually die because they have too much contaminated knowledge.

Because of this, they have become accustomed to the pollution of knowledge, plus the sharing of three Witch Kings (a clone of Wu Hui himself, a Witch King chess piece snatched from Lin Shiyun, and a witchcraft shadow chess piece), and a

The ball of light was slowly swallowed by everyone.

There were more and more crumbs of the power of the Black Death. Wu Hui squinted his eyes when he saw it. These things that were equivalent to the crumbs of the Black Death actually had eleven levels of combat effectiveness.

It's really terrifying to have one hand with a combat power that can surpass that of a servant of the devil.

Wu Hui frowned and thought for a long time, but could not think of a way to deal with this enemy. No wonder the Collector's death requires the joint action of countless civilizations in the starry sky and your strong man, and also requires the intervention of two demon gods.

Can it be reproduced this time? Speaking of which, are collectors really dead?

It can be said openly that Wu Hui has always wanted to eradicate the Black Death. The troubles caused by other demons are quite bearable, after all, the number of people affected will not be too many. Only the Black Death can kill tens of thousands of people with just a single move.

The loss is so great that it would cost hundreds or tens of millions to make it happy.

Even if hundreds of millions or billions die, it will definitely do it if it has the chance.

Such an existence threatens you all the time, making all players who think the appearance of the devil is okay realize how unfriendly this thing is.

Like this time, fighting against a derivative of the power of the Black Death, Wu Hui felt that it would not have been possible without the support of the playwright behind it.

After all, without the arrangement of the playwright, how could he and Wu Tong, the two people most suitable to help the legendary investigator control the power of the evil god, appear here? If there is any demon who is the strongest at playing with time and destiny, it must be the playwright.

Now, even the card and chess players are not as good as him.

Maybe it has the ability to write things down with a pen and make them come true.

The chess pieces, clones, inheritors and Aces have completed the control of the power of the source of knowledge. Zhou Yang looked a little tired: "Continue."

Next, Weiss took away half of the breeding nest and half of the death of all things. Wu Hui took the remaining power of the breeding nest and planned to merge it with his summons to form the core of the swarm. Wu Tong stole the death of all things.

part, a death scythe appeared in her hand.

Orson uses the power of lurking chaos to carry the nameless gray mist.

Ivan's ax is covered with burning morning light, and his body is loaded with extremely cold frost and snow.

Cursed Lecturer combined with Catastrophic Meteor.

Mark the materialist and the saints suppress the song of the universe.

The Dream King's chess pieces cooperated with the orphan to annex the original nightmare. The Pharaoh, Li Cheng, and Endless Sea of ​​Trees worked together to eliminate the immortal sacred tree and the source of desolation.

Many of the evil gods' powers were scattered, and they all became Wu Tong's food.

She was also a little tired. The debris of the Black Death had slowly gathered. Now there were one level 13, seven levels 12 and thirteen levels 11. Wu Hui's summons and the heroic spirits who had swallowed the power of the evil god.

Come around together.

There is one last evil god left, the soul master who is suspected to be the master and playwright's vest.

Wu Hui stopped.

This evil god directly resurrected in Zhou Yang's body, and the two sides began to compete for the dominance of consciousness, but in the end, the effect of the Crown of Thorns was superior.

"It's definitely not possible to keep fighting. For the Black Death, this is not a waste." Qi Shanlin said.

Li Cheng: "We will retreat directly with the heroic spirits and the population that can be saved by turning back time."

"Where to evacuate?" Lin Yi turned to look at Wu Hui.

Wu Tong swept a sickle, and then the ice power combined with Wu Hui's frozen time and space: "Are there many other galaxies around? How many people can you take away?"

"..." Qi Shanlin calculated: "At most five million."

Compared to the population of civilization, this is really not that much. Wu Hui nodded and said that people are not a problem. Moreover, he has the ability to transform the planetary environment. With the power of the evil god, creating a new home will not be a problem.

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Chapter completed!