Fantasy game evolution

Of course, after feeling a familiar and unfamiliar gaze toward him and her, he and she had already ooze cold sweat and wanted to run away immediately!

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Just like a bottomless pit that swallows darkness, the body of the malicious aggregate is like this.

Anything that falls into it has no way to come out again, they will continue to fall.

In the endless fall, the newly born child in the infancy will grow up in the flow of time until he ages, dies, becomes a mass of withered bones, corrupts into a handful of scattered ashes, and is still falling.

In the endless fall, only darkness remains.

Darkness swallows everything, but will it continue to fall in the dark?

Right now, Ling Yan's position was this Tian Yuan that swallowed everything.

It's just that, in the process of falling continuously, the thing around his waist—seems to change into pure black with the environment—

It's like the darkness that destroys everything...

After some revisions-well, let's finish this volume tomorrow~

Ask for collection and ticket~

Chapter One Forty-Five The Ultimate Darkness Appears Again

Ling Yan at this moment felt weird, or it was almost like death.

Unspeakable weird voice came from the depths of the body.

It's like the sea tide hitting the paper, and the steel wire snapped under the huge tension...

In the darkness, Ling Yan's expression did not change, still as if he had a fixed expression.

This is... the sound of body breaking...

For some reason, he suddenly had the urge to laugh, but even the pain that made him sad had begun to disappear.

I don't know when it started, pain has become a commonplace thing for Ling Yan.

Even so, at the moment of entering these consciousnesses, unspeakable pain swept through his whole body, making him almost plunged into a blank dullness.

The stiff thinking couldn't work at all. The thought seemed to be frozen. Ling Yan could even hear the collision when the thought flashed and collided, just like an illusion.

Every moment that there is still reason and consciousness is like unbearable torture, which brings together the zero-series world of malice, curses, pain, and resentment.

In the whole world of thinking, it seemed as if countless malicious visitors were squeezed in, accusing Ling Yan of everything he did in his life, and finally issuing a curse full of resentment——

Go to die... Go to die... Go to die...

Why are we losing...don't!I haven't lived enough!……woman!money!all!give me!I want everything I want!...

It's all you... If you didn't show up... we would have succeeded...

Kill you... Kill you... Kill you!

It's like a drop of water falling into the ink pond, instantly eroded and tainted by the spreading black, and after losing its original essence, it is assimilated into a puppet.

As long as his negative emotions produce a little bit, they will become similar to these things, and then there will be a plot of something like a demon...

Although I don't know how to describe it, different things are also used for the evil of this world. Apart from Gilgamesh, who is the golden soul, who can bear the evil of the whole world?

Ling Yan thought he could, and by the way, he was forced to carry it...Pride is the original sin, arrogance for no reason, it is impossible to make any changes just by impulsive choices.

The inexplicable auditory hallucinations in Lingyan's ears suddenly accelerated, like a sharp tune played by a broken steel wire, and the body was melting like a sea tide hitting the pulp, and every muscle was in black resentment and negative emotions. Bounce off.

What played in the ears that had lost energy was a song of strangers heading for destruction.

What saved him was the scabbard hidden deep in the body.

Armadam's power is constantly grabbing control of the body with the black things, reconnecting the broken muscles, and the melted flesh and blood once again become the touch of the hands and feet.

For Ling Yan, this was a cruel and inevitably defeated tug of war.

From the very beginning, if you choose to fight against the'every evil in this world', you may be doomed to fail.

He regretted it a little. Before he jumped in, why didn't he say a few words that were both genial and dragging, and could still be used as last words?

Finally, I gave up the chance to increase the fashionable value. What a pity... I seem to have missed the appointment?And it seems to be the second time to die, right?

In other words, it's obviously the second time, or you have done this behavior. At this time, you still don't want to repent. What is it if you are not a fool?

A smile reappeared on Ling Yan's corrupted, unrecognizable face. He found that he was not only a fool, but also a madman...to this day, he could still laugh, even he himself suspected that he was going crazy.

Sometimes, even if he can struggle a bit, it is enough to change some things so as not to die meaninglessly. For example, now, he can do more!

Including making the elusive hope more realistic.

This principle was taught to him by the natural fool, although the fool probably has completely forgotten him now, right?Forget the once extreme keyboard man, now the fool + lunatic?

Although he still doesn’t understand—why Himiho looks so much like her...

Although it’s a bit out of time to think about these things at this time, it’s because of this kind of thing that reminds him a lot of things--including the appearance of those people waiting for him in other worlds...and there may be despair and planning outside. Crazy people...

After all, I have said such stupid lines—at least until I die!

Under the heavy black resentment and negative emotions, Ling Yan uttered a vague shout, allowing countless malice to contaminate himself, and his right hand, which was corroded out of dry bones, stretched out: on top of his right hand was placed on the belt of the spirit stone that had appeared on……

Since it is about to go out... then burn it presumptuously at last!

"Transformation!" He yelled out a line that was jealous and shameful but often yelled out!

In the black quagmire that seemed to be invisible, there was a buzzing sound like the roar of an engine... and then a dark light came out!

The invisible fire suddenly became vigorous, wrapping Ling Yan's body frantically, and Ling Yan stretched out his palm inexplicably.

Suddenly, those flames sucked the black mud like crazy, as if helping the black mud to accelerate the rate of erosion, Ling Yan's palm was in the center of the entire vortex, swallowing endless malice like a monster.

In the end, they moved on Ling Yan's body again, squirming, and even formed a dark armor to wrap Ling Yan's body.

At that moment, Ling Yan's consciousness disappeared-seeing a young man wearing a weird headgear and ancient clothes...

In the next moment, the humanoid figure resembling the king of hell replaced Ling Yan, standing there, a helmet like a stag beetle with two horns and black eyes watching everything.

——So noisy...

"It's really noisy...!" As if to say the frizz in his heart, he made the same voice as Ling Yan.

Then he pushed it casually, and the indestructible darkness shattered under this push, revealing the outside scene: it was a familiar and unfamiliar city.