Chapter: 2953
The orange dusk has partially invaded the deep night.
Cresta Sesima tried hard to draw out the bone sword, stood up to fight, and performed the last duty of a night watchman, but his arms were shaking violently, and his breathing had become weak.
In the star world, there is a boundless tranquil darkness covered with plants such as moonflowers and night herbs.
Suddenly, streaks of orange-red rays of light shone into the country, bringing some areas back to dusk, causing the flowers and plants to wither one after another, and they were about to wither.
In the lonely dusk, a huge mountain-like figure came out. He had elongated limbs, and he was wearing a dilapidated silver armor. His face was covered by a visor, and only an orange light was faintly exposed.
He held an exaggerated long sword in his hand, letting the tip hang down naturally, touching the dark "ground".
As the terrifying giant walked forward step by step, the long sword kept dragging in the darkness, splitting the ground and freezing the dusk.
In the depths of the darkness, an equally large figure floated out dragging a long scythe.
He was wearing a layered but uncomplicated long black dress, dotted with countless bright lights, just like the stars at night.
His ribs and his waist each have two arms growing out, and the surface is covered with dark short hair.
In His six hands, two hold the heavy black scythe, two hold a crimson "moon", one is empty, and the other tightly holds an ancient gold-like ornament.
The shape of the ornament is a slender bird, surrounded by wings made of pale flames. In its bronze eyes, the rays of light are layered, as if forming one after another illusory door.
For such a scene, the giant was not surprised at all, and his steps forward became faster and faster, gradually approaching the charge.
The long sword He dragged in the darkness and dusk rubbed against the surroundings, sparking out bits and pieces of bright morning light.
At this time, the moonflower and night vanilla on the other side grew suddenly and grew wildly, and soon became equivalent to the trees that had survived for thousands of years in the primeval forest, densely packed, covering the "sky".
Among these trees, a figure entwined with dark green vines and decorated with various herbs and flowers stands out.
He is also as huge as a mountain peak, with a plump figure, a fluttering dress, and an illusory baby in his arms.
As soon as the figure landed, it followed the dusk giant, half-flying and half-flying, approaching the human-shaped demon wolf dragging a pitch-black scythe.
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In the palace where the shadows are gradually disintegrating, although the eroded part is separated by itself, so that Klein no longer has to worry about hidden dangers in this regard, it is equivalent to directly cutting away many of his living "worms of spirit", which made him unable to bear it anymore. There was a low inhalation sound, and one transparent and twisted worm with mysterious patterns crawled out of the distorted face, and the spirit seemed to be thrown into a lake of boulders, and it was difficult to calm down for a while.
At this moment, a familiar figure appeared in his eyes, which were blood-colored due to pain.
That was "Angel of Time" Amon wearing a monocle and a soft pointed hat.
Amon smiled at him, so scared that he had to change his mind on the spot and return directly to "Origin Castle".
Although this is a little sorry for "The Sun" Derrick, Klein feels that he has reached the "Origin Castle" and has the power of an angel. On the contrary, he has a chance to save the other party. After all, the influence of the outside world can already be exerted on this place.
But after a short while, the "Angel of Time" turned his gaze to the gray "blasphemy slate", and to the giant hand of shadow that was growing stronger as the disintegration of the "Sleeping Land" deepened.
Amon immediately raised his right hand and adjusted the monocle in his right eye.
The monocle made of crystal suddenly became dark, as if it was composed of countless colors, and it was difficult to describe it specifically.
In front of Amon, an illusory, terrifying, and slightly rippling deep "ocean" appeared.
This "blasphemer" released a certain power or cohesion that he stole from nowhere and when!
The "blasphemy slab" vibrated suddenly, making a buzzing sound, as if it had come to life. JrNovels.com
Cresta Sesima tried hard to draw out the bone sword, stood up to fight, and performed the last duty of a night watchman, but his arms were shaking violently, and his breathing had become weak.
In the star world, there is a boundless tranquil darkness covered with plants such as moonflowers and night herbs.
Suddenly, streaks of orange-red rays of light shone into the country, bringing some areas back to dusk, causing the flowers and plants to wither one after another, and they were about to wither.
In the lonely dusk, a huge mountain-like figure came out. He had elongated limbs, and he was wearing a dilapidated silver armor. His face was covered by a visor, and only an orange light was faintly exposed.
He held an exaggerated long sword in his hand, letting the tip hang down naturally, touching the dark "ground".
As the terrifying giant walked forward step by step, the long sword kept dragging in the darkness, splitting the ground and freezing the dusk.
In the depths of the darkness, an equally large figure floated out dragging a long scythe.
He was wearing a layered but uncomplicated long black dress, dotted with countless bright lights, just like the stars at night.
His ribs and his waist each have two arms growing out, and the surface is covered with dark short hair.
In His six hands, two hold the heavy black scythe, two hold a crimson "moon", one is empty, and the other tightly holds an ancient gold-like ornament.
The shape of the ornament is a slender bird, surrounded by wings made of pale flames. In its bronze eyes, the rays of light are layered, as if forming one after another illusory door.
For such a scene, the giant was not surprised at all, and his steps forward became faster and faster, gradually approaching the charge.
The long sword He dragged in the darkness and dusk rubbed against the surroundings, sparking out bits and pieces of bright morning light.
At this time, the moonflower and night vanilla on the other side grew suddenly and grew wildly, and soon became equivalent to the trees that had survived for thousands of years in the primeval forest, densely packed, covering the "sky".
Among these trees, a figure entwined with dark green vines and decorated with various herbs and flowers stands out.
He is also as huge as a mountain peak, with a plump figure, a fluttering dress, and an illusory baby in his arms.
As soon as the figure landed, it followed the dusk giant, half-flying and half-flying, approaching the human-shaped demon wolf dragging a pitch-black scythe.
����
In the palace where the shadows are gradually disintegrating, although the eroded part is separated by itself, so that Klein no longer has to worry about hidden dangers in this regard, it is equivalent to directly cutting away many of his living "worms of spirit", which made him unable to bear it anymore. There was a low inhalation sound, and one transparent and twisted worm with mysterious patterns crawled out of the distorted face, and the spirit seemed to be thrown into a lake of boulders, and it was difficult to calm down for a while.
At this moment, a familiar figure appeared in his eyes, which were blood-colored due to pain.
That was "Angel of Time" Amon wearing a monocle and a soft pointed hat.
Amon smiled at him, so scared that he had to change his mind on the spot and return directly to "Origin Castle".
Although this is a little sorry for "The Sun" Derrick, Klein feels that he has reached the "Origin Castle" and has the power of an angel. On the contrary, he has a chance to save the other party. After all, the influence of the outside world can already be exerted on this place.
But after a short while, the "Angel of Time" turned his gaze to the gray "blasphemy slate", and to the giant hand of shadow that was growing stronger as the disintegration of the "Sleeping Land" deepened.
Amon immediately raised his right hand and adjusted the monocle in his right eye.
The monocle made of crystal suddenly became dark, as if it was composed of countless colors, and it was difficult to describe it specifically.
In front of Amon, an illusory, terrifying, and slightly rippling deep "ocean" appeared.
This "blasphemer" released a certain power or cohesion that he stole from nowhere and when!
The "blasphemy slab" vibrated suddenly, making a buzzing sound, as if it had come to life. JrNovels.com
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