Law of the Devil

(Chapter 1 today)

Chapter 85 [The Transformation of Hussein]

Hussein feels the power in his body flowing with the blood and a little loss. He could no longer tell how many wounds had been sustained, the worst being a cut on his left leg, and blood had dripped along his pants on the floor.

With a sword on his forehead, almost half of his head would have been cut off - if it hadn't been for his quick escape.

Just a deep bone wound on the forehead on the left eye, blood flowing, blindfolded, making Hussein look around now, as if it were blood red!

Your body is almost out of balance and you can barely hold yourself back until you push your sword to the ground.

“Hussein, when are you going to resist?” Knight Kelly's majestic drinking sounded in his ears, and Hussein barely opened his eyes. But only saw another sword attack, he held up his long sword with his already nearly numb arms to barely block it, and heard a crisp cracking sound. With the bright fighting, the broken sword in his hand finally couldn't bear the strength of the other side, the sword's sharp inches broke, Hussein was swept out by the sword's sword, and finally fell again on the battlefield floor...

“Give it up, Hussein.” The chief of the Knight of Kelley walked to Hussein and looked down upon the dying traitor, his voice as if it were a memory, so solemn when he taught himself the rules of the Holy Knight: "Hussein, the will of the Spirit cannot be disobeyed. There's still time to go back! ”

Hussein on the ground suddenly laughed.

His face had been buried in chaotic, finely shattered stone scraps on the ground, and he had a dull laugh.

Later, the knight looked up and gently blew open the mess that was glued to his forehead with blood, his eyes flashing back to the usual splendor: "Lord Kelly... I really want to give up. I'm tired of raising a slaughter knife against my peers... I'm tired of it! Tired of it!! Although I know you're just a phantom inside me... but I'm really tired, I want to be free, I really want to be free. Perhaps my shoulders can't bear such a heavy burden. ”

Saying, the knight climbed up with support. He no longer had a long sword in his hand. He supported the ground with his palms and barely stood his upper body upright. His wheeze was like a hole in a windbox, heavy and disturbed. Then the knight lifted his neck, pointing to his throat, and his face smiled calmly: “Here it is, here it is… go, prick it here. I remember when my teacher taught me that when a sword went through this area, it was lethal, and then... I no longer had to carry anything.” The smile on the knight's face was strange, his eyes were flashing more and more, with a deep eye, staring at the head of the Kelly knight in front of him, and when the last glimpse of his almost abandoned gaze flashed in his eyes, the sword of the head of the Kelly knight had been lifted.

But only at this moment, in the proud knight's eyes, once again flashed a struggle… it was a near-instinctive, inner struggle, and no one knew where the source of this struggle came from - not even the Horseman himself, I'm afraid.

“I... can I ask you one last question?” Hussein gasped, his eyes sincere and confused, his tone gentle and sincere: “Lord Kelly, you have taught me so much, so please answer my last question before I die, okay? ”

Knight Commander Kelly in Illusion, the sword in his hand slowed down: "Hussein, ask. ”

“Tell me... God, what is it? ”

Faced with a dying moment, as if he could not give up his inner conviction, the knight raised the greatest doubt of his life, to this moment... or the knight was not a question, because the answer was already in his heart, at this moment... it was just a grievous, unyielding cry!

What is God?

Hmm! What is God!!!

God, what is it!!!

“God is everything.” Kelly had a pious look on her face: “Everything! Everything, life, sky, earth, sun, moon, stars, all creatures, this world... will of everything in the world! It's all up to God! Every one of us, the smallest part of every world, lives by the will of the gods! So... God is everything! ”

Said the devout Sacred Knight.

“Heh… everything… heh…” Hussein's eyes revealed a disappointing look, but more, a disdain! He laughed down his head, his laughter widened from small to crazy and exaggerated, with a hint of arrogance, a hint of rebellion, a hint of grudge!

“Hahahahahahahahahaha!! Everything! You say everything?” Hussein suddenly raised his head with infirmity and anger on his face, and then, finally, he shouted out his heart with a voice close to a shout:

“Why?!! ”

It is as if a magical energy injected into the heart of the knight, breaking the shackles of his desperate renunciation! His eyes rekindled and his indomitable fighting spirit burned again in his eyes!

“Why!” he snorted, with a painful expression on his face, but struggled to stand up, no longer letting Kelly stand high and look at herself… but rather, proud, dignified and peer-to-peer: “Why! How can God be so high! Why does everything in the world have to live according to its will? How can it represent the will of all things? Is it the sun? But the sun also has a moment to set! Is it a star? But the stars also fall! Is it time? But time will pass too!! Why only it! Only it can last forever! Why does it have to stay the same forever! ”

Hussein's already fleshy wounds all over his body, suddenly healing together at this moment! The countless tiny granulation sprouts on the wound crept wildly, and every second passed, the wounds were healing together desperately, in his eyes, deep in his pupils, a little gold light burst out! And then...

bang sound!

Hussein has taken a breath around his body and suddenly bursts into a glorious circle of gold!

No, it's that light gold! It's gold! Like gold, like sunlight! Brilliant and brilliant!

The flame of burning bears bathed Hussein in it. He slowly closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and showed a calm expression on his face. The pure golden flame of the bear burned around him, as if waving his soul, waving every muscle and bone of his body...

This feeling is very…… comfortable.

It's like returning to the mother's fetus, immersed in the mother's amniotic fluid, surrounded by the warmth of the ocean, a little power quickly moisturizes the soul that has almost dried up, and makes the dying life stronger again!

The long sword in the hands of the Knight Kelly, the sword just touched the golden douqi, the sword suddenly melted away!

Kelly looked at Hussein and shouted: "Obsessed, traitor, die! ”

In the whistle, the long sword fell like a meteor and with a sharp ray of light slashed over Hussein's head!

But……

Hussein opened his eyes gently, as if he were so close to reaching out and shaking his hand...

Clang

- Only the powerful hand grabbed the blade! Kelly's sword was held in this hand, and the mighty Knight of the Ninth could not shake another half no matter how hard he tried.

Grasping the blade, the sharp blade cut off the muscles of the palm of the hand, the drip of blood dripping down, falling on the ground, each drop as if it were golden! In this golden fighting qi, the wound on the palm of the hand cut by the sword blade quickly healed, then, held in the palm of the sword blade, under the golden fighting qi, began to burn... melt!!

At this moment, the rebellious Hussein, finally changed!

In his open eyes, his pupils had turned completely golden, his face was indifferent, he had a cold taste, he looked at Kelly in front of him, and then, gently, as if to understate the general tone, as if it were an oath, he said:

“Even if you say that God represents the will of all things in the world… except me! My will is free and I will not be enslaved by anything! Even if they are called gods of all worlds! ”

The other hand lifted gently, then fell, as if falling leaves in the cold wind, chirping, the head of Knight Kelly had swept up in the sky, a bloodbath had sprayed out, the head had fallen under the feet!

Hussein slowly lowered his hand and looked quietly at his palms, his eyes blinking: “Is this… the power of the Holy Knight realm? ”

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“Look, my friend can handle this on his own.” Dewey smiled confidently, and he sat on the floor. In front of a stone wall, on the wall, as if it were a rippled surface of water, there was a picture: Hussein had a golden fighting burst, waving between his hands, single-handedly cutting off the head of the mighty Knight Kelly, and then staring at his palm blindly.

“Thank you, this thing is like watching a movie... oh, although you don't know what a movie is.” Dewey laughed.

In the air, Medusa hissed and cringed: “Didn't he just give up? Why all of a sudden...”

“It's faith.” Dewey spoke softly and replied: “Remember, this is human ‘belief’. This power may exist in everyone's heart, and when you can't see it, it's weak. But when it exploded... you saw it too. Belief… is also a human nature. ”

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