The King of Special Warfare

The most brilliant light spreads in the consciousness with the purest darkness.

The brilliance in Angel's pupils faded rapidly and became dimmer, but the sword light named Heart of Despair continued to soar in her sight, and her spiritual realm merged with the sword light, completely stabilizing at the level of transcendence. territory.

Countless pictures are constantly flowing.

Vitality slowly passed through Angel's body.

The Pope's body began to tremble visibly.

The colorful sword light appeared in his consciousness with countless images without warning, and the images began to flicker rapidly, like a dream.

Someone raised a gale in the oppressive deep sea.

Someone gathered rainwater in the parched desert.

Someone ignited a fire in the ice and snow, evaporating the glacier.

The thunder soars between day and night, and descends the power of heaven.

Some people go up to the sky, to the clouds.

In the brightly lit city, there are thousands of people bowing their heads.

Under the attention of the whole world, someone took over the Excalibur.

The frenzy beat against the cliff, and someone was saying something to him in front of the boulder engraved with names.

Like the sound of thundering tides, he looked into the distance, the afterglow of the setting sun was falling, and the quiet and free-spirited couple was walking away.

In the icy and snowy attic, the girl was practicing one movement after another, and the serious woman corrected her every expression extremely harshly.

Smiling, raising hands, walking steps, waist swinging.

A golden dog appeared in the solemn and quiet airport, and the world shattered into a punch in an instant, and fell with a bang.

He walked into the large and solemn meeting room, and the giants standing at the pinnacle of power stood up at the same time. He waved his hand casually and sat down directly opposite the main seat.

At the grand military parade, the most elite troops shouted frantically that they were invincible.

One after another, the invincible masters who were calling the wind and rain in the dark world bent over in embarrassment.

He appears in picture after picture.

Solemn meetings, lively banquets, fierce battles.

bustling, barren,

Mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, the bustling cities in the world, he walked over naturally, everything was under his feet.

Sword Qi flowing with colorful lights illuminates the night sky.

After the sword light passed, the world was vast.

Heavy snow appeared in front of the Pope.

The wind and snow were messy, and countless blood spilled down.

Thousands of images burst out almost at the same time, almost shattering his entire consciousness.

The colorful sword light howled in the wind and snow, and the murderous soldiers opened fire at all costs. The clear sword light pierced the past with an incomparably decisive murderous intent. In the bustling city, at the highest place, a beauty in red jumped down lightly. .

The sword intent that seems to be endlessly reincarnated and bursting at the limit fills the sky, and the colorful sword light burns everything, moving forward in the starlight all over the sky.

The black wave swept to the sky, the huge stone engraved with glory collapsed, the figure fell powerlessly into the deep sea, and the perfect figure fell from the sky.

Flowers are withered, trees are shattered, water is turbid, and at the other end of the barren hill where all the palaces have collapsed, a warm hand is holding the boy through the wind and snow. His figure is chic, but his voice is a little lonely.

"Grandpa Lin, I want revenge."

"Where is there any hatred? Starting today, it's all over. What they owe you is all paid back."

"Ahhh!"

The Pope suddenly clasped his head in both hands, and roared, two blood lines shot out from his eyes, his face was distorted and pale, countless images were still appearing in his consciousness continuously, thousands of them, Dozens of millions.

The cherry blossoms of Beijima appeared in his consciousness, and the young Zed and Angel appeared.

The lives of countless people, the endings of countless people poured into his mind like a tide, and finally turned into a flame, burning his will, belief, and even his soul.

The vitality in Angel's eyes became weaker and weaker.

The pope raised his hand vigorously.

"puff!"

In front of Angel, Aresis held a slender samurai sword and pierced Angel's chest directly.

All of Angel's vitality began to break under this sword.

There is no future.

This is real despair.

She closed her eyes, and all her will began to burn like never before, as if she wanted to destroy everything.

A mouthful of blood spurted out directly from the pope's mouth.

His breath quickly weakened, and even the raised palm began to tremble violently.

He gasped hard, hurriedly and hoarsely: "Purify, purify this heresy!"

 …

The wind and rain are like knives.

Outside the church is already a hellish Shura field.

Zed's figure moved straight forward in the air.

Shadows began to gather around him one after another.

He is walking, and the shadow is also walking.

The extremely cold and cruel killing intent was like a raging tide boiling.

Countless people from the Knights of the Holy Order stepped up into the air.

Jie is moving.

Shadows are also moving.

The shadow that perfectly replicates all of Zed's movements is completely a machine dedicated to killing and surviving. The strong wind and heavy rain rotate around the shadow, as cold as a blade.

The fire goes out.

Thunder disappeared.

The thick ice wall turned into powder in an instant.

Blood flowed down.

The corpses and pieces of meat kept splashing.

Jie had no expression on his face. It seemed that he had never been like this in his life. He walked forward earnestly, killing, and was so focused.

Everyone is an ant and an opponent in front of him.

Freezing ice, burning fire, thunder, thunder peak, and even half-step invincibility.

Jie goes all out for every opponent.

one strike.

With just one blow, no matter who stood in front of him, they all turned into splattered flesh and blood under one blow.

Calm and quiet, but indomitable!

More and more paladins gathered, but fewer and fewer attacked.

The paladin began to back away.

And the figure of Merede finally walked over with difficulty from the corner of the church.

Before today, Mered never thought that he would be afraid of anyone. As a master who was infinitely close to the peak of invincibility, he would not be afraid of any battle under any circumstances. After all, even if he was not an opponent, he could calmly leave the battlefield.

But at this moment, facing Jie, even though he didn't want to admit it, he had to face up to the fear in his heart.

This fear was so strong that it made every step he took extremely difficult.

This was the last opponent Mered wanted to face.

Such a robbery...

In front of him, this is not a battle at all.

It's a gamble.

His Majesty asked him to hold him back.

But it can't be held back at all.

No one can stop the robbery in this state.

This kind of battle is a real moment of life and death.

There was a "bang".

In the cathedral at the front, something seemed to be breaking apart.

An extremely weak but extremely sharp voice sounded.

That was Angel's voice.

"You... all have to be buried with me!"

In mid-air, Jie suddenly raised his head.

The shadows around him looked up at the same time.

A large swath of wind and rain stagnated slightly in the air.

A sharp edge capable of tearing the night sky burst out suddenly.

Jie stretched out his hand, and the shadow beside him shot at the same time.

The wind and rain hovering in front of him condensed into one place the moment he shot, and he pushed it casually, turning into a hazy arc of light.

The water is rippling.

In the next second, blood was in full bloom.

Mered gritted his teeth suddenly, his body rushed into the sky with countless afterimages, like a bolt of lightning, he rushed towards Jie.

At the moment when it seemed to become extremely fast and then extremely slow, Zed glanced at him.

His eyes were extremely calm, without emotion, without life and death.

His palms are raised.

The surrounding shadows dissipated.

A fierce sword cry full of killing suddenly resounded between the sky and the earth.

With the vast world as the sheath.

Take the wind and rain as a sword.

Without any dodge, Zed stared at Mered, his arm dropped, and he slashed directly with his sword.