I Really Don’t Want To Be a Natural Disaster

The golden knight sword and the gray giant sword could not completely touch at the moment of collision.

Between the sword and the sword, there is a distance of several centimeters.

The space inside is distorted, and after making a crisp sound, the inside is like a colorful and broken mirror.

In the narrow gap, there seems to be an infinite universe hidden.

Time seemed to stand still.

boom!

After standing still for a second, the golden knight sword was bounced off by the huge force of the rebound.

Milian took the opportunity to hug Yilin, and Gululu rolled out a dozen meters away.

During the rolling process, Milian used the armor on her body to take the slight damage caused by the rolling like a conditioned reflex.

Because in her impression, the body that cooks is weak.

Connor looked shocked, and took a few steps back because of Milian's sword.

Milian resisted the pain on her body and took off Irin's mask mercilessly.

"It's really you!"

Milian's tone was both happy and sad.

The reason she was happy was that she was able to reunite with the cook here.

Sadness is because, being able to meet again here means... he is dead.

Milian took it for granted that at the end of the "Age of Gods", she and Iren used their own power to blast at the Holy Grail at the same time, and both of them suffered the backlash that destroyed the Holy Grail and perished together.

If he didn't survive, wouldn't he have died in vain?

Milian's thin eyebrows were twisted together, and she was speechless with a sullen face.

"You... heh."

The moment Irin saw Milian, she just said the word "you", and she was relieved of course.

This is the final undead war where the elites of the four districts come together.

As the king of knights in the Tower of War server, Milian should appear here.

"I am sorry."

Irene said something.

He was apologizing for what happened in the Age of Gods.

Miriam got up from Irin's body with a blank expression, and regardless of the dirt on her body, she pointed the knight's sword across her hand and pointed at Connor.

She didn't seem to hear what Irene said.

But whether it was Yi Rin or Mi Lien, his heart was bright.

She heard it.

But she ignored it.

At this time.

dong dong dong.

Heavy footsteps approached from the depths of the forest.

Oda Mai chased Milian and chopped down nine floors.

For some reason, Miriam seemed to know her very well, and she was always reluctant to take action seriously.

Such a move, on the contrary, aroused Oda Mai's strong desire to win and lose, and she had to hack Milian to death, so she and Milian were slaughtered.

She chased Milian all the way to the ninth floor of Babylon, and just happened to see Mirian get up from Yilin.

Unexplainably a little uncomfortable.

Oda Mai doesn't know why.

She clenched the knife in her hand.

Huh?

It's been a long time since we met again, and Yilin didn't have time to be happy.

He noticed one thing.

"Why is your dumb hair still there?"

Irene asked.

The hair of the Q bullet on Milian's forehead slowly rolled up like a question mark, but she didn't answer directly.

Oda Mai also arrived at the scene.

She gripped the knife tightly, but did not let go.

"So, you know her?"

Oda Mai asked with a sullen face, staring into Irin's eyes.

The smile on Yi Rin's face froze, but he spread his hands with a smile and calmly changed the subject: "I don't think now is the time to talk about this issue."

…

"Oh?"

Connor glanced at Milian first, then at Mai Oda.

Eyes lit up.

Obviously, Milian and Oda Mai, aroused his interest.

Don't get me wrong, Conor D. Solomon is pure swordsman.

His persistence is only the giant sword in his hand.

What aroused his interest were only the collision of the knife and the sword, the swirling blood and flesh, and the mourning of the opponent dying under his sword, that's all.

From Connor's point of view, Oda Mai and Milian are obviously much more interesting than Irin.

Fighting with the mental side is too boring.

"No, let's go together."

Connor's great sword slanted on the ground, and the other hand ticked towards Oda Mai and Milian respectively: "Time is running out, I hope you can stay for me, Conor D. Solomon, before you die. An unforgettable time.”

"Humph."

"Humph."

Oda Mai and Milian snorted coldly and killed Connor at the same time.

actually,

Whether it is Oda Mai or Milian, both of them have their own pride.

If they were alive, they would absolutely disdain joining forces to deal with the same person.

Oda Mai has the pride of a swordsman, and Milian also has the pride of a knight king.

only,

In this long undead career, the cruel battles hovering between life and death again and again have gradually smoothed their pride and corners.

At this moment, they are just "undead" killing each other in order to survive.

Milian and Oda Mai shot at the same time.

boom!

The ground seemed to be bombed by missiles, ploughing out deep ravines.

The ground was shaking, and in the blink of an eye, the melee of the three of them reached hundreds of meters away from here. It was difficult for others to see the movements of the three of them fighting, and they only saw three shadows, dancing in the forest.

After Connor stopped Yi Rin,

The skinny old man and Gu Tianqing, who had been watching from the sidelines, finally made the next move.

Gu Tianqing looked at Yi Rin with a smile, but there was no brilliance in his eyes.

The tall and thin old man smiled slightly, clasped his hands together, snapped his neck and twisted it.

"My suggestion, don't make extra troubles." Before the black and thin old man was ready to make a move, Gu Tianqing suddenly smiled at the black and thin old man: "The instructions given to us by 'the above' are to ensure our quota and the 'result' of the bet, that's all. ."

The black and thin old man's face changed slightly, and he fell into contemplation.

Gu Tianqing took out a tarot card, glanced at it from an angle that only he could see, and said with a smile, "I think, you don't want to be hated by the 'gods', you know, what we are doing now, also It's not a glorious thing."

"call."

The black and thin old man took a long breath, and his changed face returned to calm again, only to see him laughing dryly and staring at Gu Tianqing coldly: "Boy, don't think that this old man doesn't know what you are thinking, if you want to show you It is too superficial to be able to get more 'benefits' from your 'that lord'."

"Yeah~" Gu Tianqing made an expression of "a little embarrassed after being punctured by careful thinking", and patted the black and thin old man on the shoulder: "At least, we are not in a hostile relationship now, are we?" Gu Tianqing finished speaking, blinked.

The black and thin old man accepted this statement.

Gu Tianqing was right.

They are "candidate knights" and know more than the average undead.

What makes the black and thin old man desperate is that this seemingly cruel game, from the beginning, the ending is doomed.

From the beginning, the selection of the "Knight" has been doomed, and no one can change it.

He is very lucky to have been selected.

Becoming an agent sounds a bit frustrating, but it doesn't seem to be a bad thing when you think about it carefully.

The gods snapped their fingers to destroy the world, not to mention the "those" who were above the gods who controlled this vast gambling game.

The more he knows, the more he can feel his insignificance. In front of the "upper" power, he is humbler than an ant, and he is eager for charity in his struggle.

Ignorance is happiness.

The undead have "hope" in their hearts because of their "ignorance", but they don't know the gods above them. Just like when some humans tease ants, they don't like to be trampled to death, sometimes flooded, sometimes burned, and it is quite fun to overlook the ants struggling in front of various "difficulties".

The black and thin old man stepped into the altar.

A green beam of light drowned him.

In an instant,

The "dome" above the head, the land on the tenth floor, became transparent and clear.

The hazy shadows, like the excited audience in the Colosseum, or the gentlemen wearing "sarcastic masks" at the masquerade ball, are about to move in the vast sky.

At the moment when the tall and thin old man stepped in,

in the starry sky,

A green beam of light penetrated him.

The ten-thousand-foot-tall green seat is like a mysterious celestial body that is above all things. The light and shadow on the seat are gorgeous, and the twisted evil charm is like reality. Behind the black and thin old man, it is looming.

"However, this does not prevent me from adding a little fun to the end of the dance."

Before Gu Tianqing stepped into the altar and officially turned into a "Death Knight", the tarot card he had drawn before, after thinking for a moment, Gu Tianqing shook the tarot card with a smile.

A pitch-black light hit Irin.

Yi Rin knew very well that Gu Tianqing had become an "enemy". With a flick of his wrist, he activated the Shadow Blade and turned into a shadow to escape.

However, the speed of the light that was formed by the card exceeded the limit of space, and a teleportation was sent to Yi Rin.

"Mind the body!"

The light as bright as the stars gathered behind Yi Rin into a giant of light.

Irin's body is hidden in the mind body.

The dark light melted into the body of the mind.

Irene's expression changed.

But he didn't notice anything strange.

At this time, Gu Tianqing raised his feet and walked towards the altar.

The mind-body giant with a height of hundreds of feet slammed into Gu Tianqing with a punch.

At the same time as the mind body shot, circles of dark light swayed from Yi Rin's body.

Calamity power!

"Let the world feel pain from now on!"

The power of disaster that swayed towards Gu Tianqing was blocked by the pitch-black light floating on him.

Gu Tianqing turned back indifferently, and at this moment, the smile on his face was gone. His eyes, pitch black as ink, without the whites of the eyes, were so strange that after looking back at this one, he would turn into another kind of creature. No feelings, no emotions, no joys and sorrows.

He is like a puppet without a will.

"It's useless, it's sad that no matter how hard you and I struggle, the 'result' is doomed before the 'start'."

Gu Tianqing smiled.

A card shakes out.

[The Hanged Man].

The scene in front of Irin's eyes was reversed.

It wasn't just Irin who was upside down. On this land, Connor, Oda Mai, and Milian, who were fighting fiercely, were upside down in an instant, their heads turned to the sky, their feet to the ground, and fell downward.

It is not the scenery in front of everyone that is reversed.

Nor is this an illusion.

It's the world, turned upside down!

Under the power of Gu Tianqing!

Gu Tianqing sighed: "This is not the way you should go, so farewell, my president."

After all, he also stepped into the altar.

Gu Tianqing's figure appeared in the sky.

Representing the shadows of the "gods", they are completely boiling.

Do gods also have joy and sorrow?

some.

They made a big bet in this bet.

At the moment when the results are produced, they have corresponding joys and sorrows because of the "results".

Under the starry sky, there are thunderous thunders, which are deafening.

The red thunder pierced through the long night.

Pieces of the sky shattered, filled with the wrath of the gods.

The shadow of death completely drowned Gu Tianqing.

He... became the agent of "death".

As his last words left,

From each tower, only one knight can be born.

When Gu Tianqing stepped into the altar and became a "death knight", it meant that Yilin's road to the tenth floor was completely cut off.

Yes,

What Gu Tianqing is about to usher in may not be a bright future.

Perhaps he will lead to a more desperate road.

But at the moment when Gu Tianqing officially became a "Death Knight", Yi Rin cut off... the future!

"It's so noisy..."

A blond young man stepped on the ripples like a halo under his feet, entering the field of vision of all the undead from far to near. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

He has slightly curly blond hair, as if washed and rejoice, exuding a beautiful brilliance. His eyes were green and flawless, like two rare emeralds.

The young man was wearing a robe with gold edging on the sleeves and a pair of ordinary black-framed eyes on the bridge of his nose. He waved at Yi Rin friendly: "My friend from the East, I'm sorry, I'm late. Can you let me go over there? ?"

He pointed to the altar behind Irin.

"I think you have lost the qualification to compete for 'candidacy'. Sorry, out of the politeness of the scholar, I should introduce myself before talking to you."

The young man was polite and made a ceremonial gesture that made Yi Rin's scalp go numb—he was all too familiar with this gesture.

The green eyes of the young man exuded a radiance like jewels, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

"My name is Bathemello Dylan, from the Clock Tower, an ordinary magician... monarch."

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