Blood of Mercury

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"My hour has come?"

Nokgar laughed out loud.

Since he woke up, his body like a giant spinning top made of lava began to spin slowly. The complicated dark red lines extending from his body also began to rotate together, pulling out a thin dark red light curtain in the void.

And the head composed of lava and gems was suspended in mid-air like an ornament, staring at Roland.

——Or rather, staring at the long-sleeping mentor behind Roland.

"You said, my hour has come?"

Along with the Balrog's mockery, the surrounding space began to burn violently, and a circle of golden-red flames centered on him spread out in all directions.

The ground seemed to be splashed with oil, and it began to melt at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into golden-red magma. The air also began to turn brown and dry, curled and wrinkled like plastic scorched by high temperature, and transparent viscous oil dripped from the air.

That's the remnants of the burned atmosphere.

It is the ointment that the corpses of the world have burned.

"Do not make jokes!"

Nokgal roared loudly, and the gentle and low voice gradually became high-pitched, rumbling like thunder: "I am Nokgal—"

"—I am immortal!"

Amid the roars of Nokgar, the terrifying searing breath rolled up a golden-red tornado, boiling the earth and burning the sky out of the void.

In front of Nokgar after falling into the dusk, everything in Farns can't be burned.

The dark red lines around him rose, and the heat of a million times the sun made the surrounding space curl. There were no rocks in the abyss. Everything was ignited in an instant, even the remains of those demons. It was also ignited, and in the dark red sea of ​​​​fire, these faint green flames were extremely conspicuous.

In the face of the furious Nok'gar, the abyss was instantly dragged into pure manic doom.

Even the light was burned by his fire, and his side was plunged into pure darkness. The color of the flame that covered the entire abyss gradually became darker at a speed visible to the naked eye, no longer emitting golden dazzling light, but became darker and darker like a flame composed of negative energy.

Under the burning of these flames, the light is boiled, the space is crumpled, the concept of front, back, left and right begins to be confused, and some tiny cracks begin to emerge in the air, like a scratched human body, and the thick yellow liquid slowly softens from the outside. Slow in.

——There is no doubt that the world is falling apart.

If you look at it from the outside, you will see that there is a small abnormal bulge on the wall of Gaia, and a thin crack soon appears. The dark red heat not only filled this small block, but also spread out, causing a faint dark red halo to bloom on the wall of Gaia.

Not to mention life. Even any solid material will turn into nothingness in the face of this fire.

However, Roland and Elucado were not burned to death by this terrible heat.

Under their feet, the dark underworld still exists. Those flames would turn into nothingness as they approached them, and even abnormal levels of heat would be pushed out by an invisible howling wind.

Under the protection of the underworld, now Roland and Elucado were not only not burned to death, they didn't even feel any abnormal heat.

Right at this moment, behind Roland and the others, Longmian Instructor slowly raised his hand.

"The fire and the wind should stop here," the teacher murmured softly, "because this is the place of eternal sleep—"

"—Because this is the eternal resting place!"

Immediately after the voice of the long-sleeping instructor fell, the black ice crystals grew out of thin air on the ground like crazy, submerged in the surging magma, pierced into the air, and spread around.

That's far faster than Nok'gar.

In the blink of an eye, the black frosty soil that crazily extended had already reached the end of Roland's vision. And they continue to expand and rise on their own, forming temples and altars, and dense black icicles that penetrate the sky.

That momentum, as if to emphasize, will not give up until the entire abyss is frozen.

On the underworld covered by the dormant mentor, the laws of the world were directly rewritten.

It's not about how the temperature increases or how the air pressure decreases, but it's more straightforward, rewriting all the data of the world into indicators inherent in the underworld.

Both the lava storm and the extremely dark flame were extinguished by the mentor in an instant.

In less than a breath, Nokgar's home field advantage was instantly reversed. Black frost is constantly condensing on his body now, and just letting those dark red threads smash the ice has made him do his best.

Moreover, as if he had been silenced, he couldn't say anything.

Even Roland could not make any movement, and even the sound of footsteps was wiped out, but the cold wind whistling around perfectly avoided Roland as if it had spirituality, and did not cause Roland any harm.

In the abyss of dead silence, only the cold and indifferent voice of the mentor sounded slowly.

"This land will die. It is hostile to my agents because of its great law."

The black silhouette of nothingness that mortals can't see directly floated in the air, and said in a very flat voice: "The atmosphere and flames of this world are in great trouble. I told you before that you should fear Roland as much as you fear me. ——If you are indifferent to Roland, you are indifferent to me; if you try to hurt Roland, it is equivalent to murdering me. I will kill you here and resurrect you three days later."

The voice of the long-sleeping mentor fell, and the laws of the abyss collapsed.

The air was drained in an instant, and Nokgar froze in place as if struck by lightning. The dark red lines on his body darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the golden-red lava on his body did not cool, but turned into gray-white at a slow speed, gradually dusted, and fell off him.

This old-time powerhouse, Nokgar, the father of Sunburn, has no room for any resistance at all. Even from the effect, it is like being killed by someone, which is extremely funny.

Piece by piece, his body turned to ashes and fell down. Gray-white ashes fell like an avalanche from his sky-high body.

"Now it seems that I am indeed arrogant."

A surprisingly gentle voice sounded in the hearts of Roland and the others: "I saw the power of the saints, and then I realized the power of Twilight. It's ridiculous that I tried to fight Twilight with my extraordinary will, and take away Twilight's power to fight Twilight... If I come here once~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I will probably die like my brothers and sisters before being polluted."

"The world has no chance of coming back. Whatever the reason, you will still pay for your actions, Nok'gar."

The teacher's cold and flat voice, like a whisper before going to bed, sounded in the void: "Everything is dead... I swore to my father, Aum, that in one day in this world, no one can gain immortality."

In the pure black world where time seemed to be frozen and everything fell into complete silence, the unexpected black phantom of the long-sleeping mentor appeared in front of Nokgar, and stretched out his right hand and pressed it on Nokgar. The only forehead that didn't turn to ashes and peel off.

Because that is the true body of Nokgar, it is neither flame nor rock, and naturally it will not be killed by the teacher's law.

"Nerola... I can call you that."

Nokgar's gentle and sunny voice sounded from the bottom of his heart, and he seemed to have no resistance to his own death.

Rather, he died a hundred years ago when he was tainted by Higgs. What is now alive is nothing but a wreck with the memory of the father of the sun and the blood of the dusk flowing.

"Let me say something, no matter how much you pretend to be, you're just 'rest in peace', but you're not as cold as Naraku in 'The Dead'. If it's a girl, you might as well laugh more and leave everything to the guy behind you. Well, he looks like a solid man."

The father of Zhiyang slowly closed his eyes: "I hope to have a good dream. It's better not to wake up again."

"...Rest in peace, Nogals."

Instructor Changmian paused slightly, and after hesitating for a while, spoke softly again.

"Farewell, my friend." (To be continued.) High-speed text is first published on this site's domain name and mobile phone synchronization, please visit