Chapter 105: Crush

"Even if the world cannot understand, even if no one agrees."

"I will also carry out my beliefs, and my body exists to protect justice."

"Never retreat! Never give up!"

"This body is the sword of infinite!"

The whispers echoed in the night wind. It was the oath that she had unfolded in the strongest realm, and it was the power she realized after crossing countless battlefields as a brave sword.

The fiery as hot as blood was burning, covering the entire world. An endless wilderness appeared at the feet of Lala and Ulysses.

This is the earth stained with blood, the wilderness polluted by countless hatred and wars, swords, guns, axes, halberds, and various weapons, standing on this wilderness, forming this lonely and cold world.

This is the sin that Lala carries, and every inch of the earth under her feet is stained with the blood of the people she killed. A weapon like a tombstone extends to the end of the horizon, emitting a desolate and sad atmosphere.

This is the view that Ulysses has seen more than once. In this wilderness, Lala stood alone at the top of the sword hill, her bright red eyes full of sorrow.

That was the hero he had once longed for, chasing his back until the moment when the tragedy happened.

"Sword..." Lala pulled out a sword from the ground beside him. The sword was called the Sword of the Sky Ring. It was a sword that a sword that had left a legend on the continent once used by a swordsman.

The legend of the swordsman once fought side by side with her, so she also copied the sword he used.

"The principle of rings, the edge of the sky." Dozens of halos appeared beside her with the waving of the sword in Lala's hand.

The halo of thorns, ice auras, glorious auras, earth auras, and powerful attack auras, these auras that should have been used by different professions and even require special racial talents to learn appear together at this moment.

That's right, the biggest effect of this Sky Ring Sword is to trigger a large number of plural halo phenomena at the same time, and it is a sword that can summon miracles.

In theory, after the full halo is unfolded, the sword's realm can defend against all attacks of abnormal energy, no matter what attribute it is.

Ulysses locked in Lala and divided four black lines. This time the line was faster than before, and the route was more elegant and uncertain.

The Sky Ring Sword in Lala's hand unfolded dozens of halos with different attributes at the same time, forming a halo field without any blind spots.

Then the black line extended over, and the halo combination that claimed to be able to defend against all attribute attacks could not even be blocked slightly. Instead, the Sky Ring Sword that activated the halo was itself passed through by the black line.

Lala's figure seemed to be passed by the black line, but Ulysses did not feel the feeling of the thread being carved. In other words, although Lala was there no matter how she looked at it, she had actually disappeared from his feeling.

The abyss cut off the sin, the sword of the Sky Ring was completely shattered, and the figure of Lala standing there also disappeared.

Then, Ulysses saw the most magnificent and crazy cluster of treasures he had ever seen in his life.

The treasures gathered in the air can no longer be calculated using "pieces", but must be used as units.

Without hesitation and no intention of a protracted war, after pulling Ulysses into his own realm, Lala directly used her current biggest killer and used the treasures in her inherent barriers as shooting weapons to launch a full-scale attack at all costs.

The first formation is composed of simple swords. The black magic sword Storm, which is powered by devouring life, can dance the sword that dances with wonderful dance, the earth holy sword that nurtures all the power of life, the king's sword that represents victory, the giant sword that symbolizes courage and strength, and the execution demon sword that uses beheading as fate gather here.

The second square array is all composed of long weapons, with the front end spirals intertwined together, a crimson spear like a tuning fork; the front half is black, the back half is blue, the blade is made of huge sickle composed of transparent ripples, and more long weapons gather here.

The third party array is a strange prop that cannot be associated with any treasure only when looking at the appearance, heart-shaped pendants, cross amulets, and round tables. This is the camp of special treasures.

Ulysses looked at the strange scenery indifferently. In the distant past, he had also seen such a scenery. At that time, he was still young, and was almost shocked by the collection of these treasures and could not speak.

After all, even the power of a treasure is enough to shock people and becomes a legend. The momentum of the power of hundreds of treasures together gives people a sense of fear of a war machine.

However, he no longer had to be afraid of these. Those flying and rotating treasures, those legendary weapons with different attributes and power, are now as fragile as glass in his eyes.

At that time, he had seen how to break the attacks of this kind of treasure group, but now he doesn't know that method, nor does he need to use that method.

After putting on this mask that represents "death", the thoughts seemed to begin to become disconnected from the body. All sadness, fear, and anger were slowly fading away, and even this originally colorful world was left with only two simple colors: black and white.

Except for the deepest persistence of "killing Lala", everything else is fading away. This world seems to have nothing to do with him.

There is a hole in the body, not in the heart or in the mind, but in a deeper and farther place. It is a place that no one can reach, no one can go, and no one can find.

There, perhaps the ultimate truth is there. Because in the face of "death", everything is equal.

In the face of "death", those numerous treasures are just a number.

There was no sound, no storm, just more, denser black lines extended out of Ulysses' body. He didn't even need to deliberately control it, but locked on the group of treasures that shot with the thunderous momentum.

No matter what angle or direction it shot, it was all connected by these black lines, and it looked like a beautiful picture.

Then, Ulysses waved the sword in his hand.

"Click!Click!Click!Click!" The treasures in "groups" made the last sound in the air and turned into countless pieces.

They all received the favor of "death" and reached the end of their lives.

The lala, who was hidden among the many treasures and fully controlled the shooting direction and position of these treasures, was also touched by the black line for the first time.
Chapter completed!