Dimensional Eroders

　　 Under the blessing of Fel Christ, the emerald green energy was continuously poured into Dior's body, disrupting the operation of the Sage's Stone, and her repair mechanism was temporarily stuck.

　　 To be precise, Dior integrated the ‘Sage’s Stone’ energy with his own heart when he could not control his dominance. At this moment, her heart was blasted and suppressed by the ‘Fel Christ’, and under the continued action of the evil energy, it coincidentally caused the ‘repair and regeneration’ to cease.

　　 "You can't kill me! You can't kill me! Because I am immortal!" Gradually, after feeling that this heavy wound was different from the past, Dior started thinking crazy and emboldened himself.

　　 Bai Lang bowed his head and said seriously: "I must... kill you!"

"I'm not reconciled! I'm not convinced! Altland, you bastard, scumbag, villain! I don't believe you are a demon hunter, you are just a shameless liar! You deceived Jonathan and deceived George , Deceived everyone! Tell me, how many people have you deceived?!"

　　 "Naive! Do you remember how many slices of bread you have eaten so far?" Bailang sneered, Dior's heart was defeated, and his will began to disintegrate.

　　 He got the ‘boss template unlocking prompt’, his mood became very good, watching the intensely rhythmic BGM, condescendingly looking at Miss Dior with a bewildered face, enjoying her horror and shock.

　　 "You actually... admit it?"

　　 Dior was speechless, choking, and no fa♂ke... Then he became weak and limp, confused, looking at the clouds over Westminster Abbey, letting the rain wet his golden hair, lying on the ground seemed to give up struggling?

　　...

The life energy in the body is passing away little by little. No matter the "life blood" stored by the bloodthirsty or the "feel energy" latently squeezed out by the overdrafted cells, it is only enough for him to struggle for the last minute. He must kill the opponent as soon as possible to win locking.

　　 Looking around, Bai Lang's gaze was attracted by the ancient pointed-back chair standing high on the steps in front of the altar...It is the throne that the kings of the past can only sit on when they are crowned. And under this throne, there is a large square stone called the ‘Skuen Sacred Stone’.

　　 This sacred stone was originally the traditional coronation seat of the King of Scotland and a symbol of power; it was brought to London by Edward I in 1297 to undertake the national fortune of the British Empire. In Celtic mythology, it is the "stone of destiny", one of the four most treasures of Ireland in the legend. There are also legends that it comes from the ancient Egyptian gods, and it is also the stone on the pillow when Jacob dreamed of the stairs to heaven in the Bible.

　　If you are in the moon world, this is undoubtedly a legendary "Stone of Miracles". It has absorbed the power and concepts of three gods, and the cliff can draw out an SSR krypton gold-breasted heroic spirit.

　　 But in the rippled world, it is still a heavy sacred big stone, a manifestation of Great Britain, and an ‘antique’ from the myth! It is far from the indispensable King Arthur.

　　 "Fate!"

As the voice of the white waves fell, there was a rubbing sound of "creak...creak" from below the throne. The black thorns were bending over to pull the heavy boulder out a little bit, and then lifted and raised...toward the center of the hall. Come.

Looking at the floating'stone of destiny', Dior's face changed wildly. Under the urging of the desire to survive, he begged for mercy: "No! You can't kill me! Altland, I give up, I surrender to you! You won, you won, stop! You are no longer human, and will never be accepted by human society. We are the same kind. I am willing to be your servant, don't kill me..."

　　 Bai Lang squinted his eyes, ignored Dior’s pleading, raised his head in the falling rain, washed away the blood on his face, and his thoughts were immersed in the melody of "VoodooKingdom"...

　　I\'maGuywhoTrytobe (I'm just a person who wants to try to fight the limit)

　　 Desire, fast, blooming (killing, destruction, happiness, sublimation)

　　才知を blossom, BiteoffBiteoff (let wisdom blossom, the weak will eat the strong, the strong will be king!)

　　IWriteoffGoin\'Goin\'Mad (No amount of killing karma is enough to explain my evil)

　　 In the music, he raised his hands high and took the "Stone of Destiny" moved by the black thorns. The last wave of evil energy burst out from his hands and passed it into the "Holy Stone"!

　　 At this moment, Bailang is not fighting alone!

The high kings in the history of Ireland, the crowning of the Scottish throne, countless kings of England since 1297, and even the angels of heaven, Celtic elves, the gods of ancient Egypt, and even the masters of the Burning Legion in Alien Universe Sargeras, at this moment gave him a blessing!

　　 "It's over, Dior..., the fel-colored Destiny Stone!"

　　 Bailang shouted violently, and smashed the sacred stone symbolizing fate against Dior's head.

　　 This is a heavy blow from destiny!

　　 is enough to crush the destiny of this ‘Fortune Luck’ guy!

　　Dior: "No! Don't come here!"

　　 rumbling!

　　 The huge boulders were heavily embedded in the slabs of the ground, and the ground burst out with continuously spreading cracks. The dark cathedral returned to dead silence, and apart from the music that was still playing, there was only rain that kept falling.

　　 Bailang did not receive the ‘kill reminder’ from Paradise, and Dior’s headless body was still twitching violently, his hands violently violent, and he squeezed the floor, like some kind of conditioned reflex.

　　...

　　 At this time, the white waves are exhausted and the lights are dead, and it is even harder to stand up.

While coughing up blood, he checked the storage space, and finally took out an injection of'primary degraded devil bloodline', squatted down to puncture Dior's artery, and gave him a shot... Then, he took out a homemade'burning one'. The blood-feel solvent' was injected into Dior's artery again.

　　 Vampires, devils, sage’s stones, high concentrations of demonic evil energy... a variety of forces gathered in a headless and willless body, and fierce conflict erupted, and then a rejection reaction was triggered.

　　He knew a common sense in the paradise: descent conflict is fatal! That's why the eighth wife of his family will guard against all foreign bloodlines that change their life forms, and even refuse to practice most of the magic.

　　 Just as Bailang hesitated whether to inject another ‘devil’s blood’ into it, Dior’s body began to shake violently when the pollution was added.

　　 He helped the cross to get up~www.NovelMTL.com~ step by step back.

　　 In the end, Dior's body couldn't support it anymore, and he started to implode little by little.

　　 Whether her body can survive? But his soul has been ended, completely destroyed by the ‘Fel Christ, the Stone of Destiny, and the lore of the White Wave’.

　　 A reminder of Paradise came from his mind. The ‘ring of darkness’ like a wrist tattoo suddenly burned, extracting something obviously, and he seemed to understand Dior’s unwilling shouts and screams.

　　 That is the paradise recovering valuable fuelwood. From the "Acacia Records" of this world, all the pollutants of "Dior" are completely stripped out and brought back to the paradise for burning.

　　 A light green key floated up, and Bailang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Reached out and pulled out the bloodthirsty from the temple, discarded it on the ground, and walked out of the big hole in the dome step by step, dripping with rain and blood on his body, staggering towards the crowned'pointed chair' of Edward I, leaving behind one Ground water trails.

　　...

　　 Brother Lang is a decent man and he is very particular about his own death. As long as conditions permit, he will definitely arrange his own arrangements properly and decently.

　　He stepped up to the high platform, and finally sat on the throne where the British royal family was only eligible for crowning. He leaned weakly on the back of the chair, holding the bronze Virgin with his chest in both hands and severed his hand, gritted his teeth and pulled it out a little bit.

　　 Listening to the sound of the rain dripping, his breathing became lower and weaker...

　　 The pseudo-major guardian of justice ‘Alterland’, a natural brave. In his pursuit of justice, what is hidden is the deepest golden spirit of mankind. To him, playing with Dior's life is as natural as breathing, and destroying evil is as simple as dressing and eating.

　　? ToBeContinued……Recommended ticket