The golden sun was gradually infected by blood red, and the spacious road was silent and deserted. On this day, even if the sun shone, it was destined to be a warm day.

On the bridge, the sound of iron chains colliding and friction sounds were harsh, especially the blood drops falling from the dark chain, the golden treasures entered the three sides of the flesh, leaving a dazzling blood path of the beauty at the long and narrow cracks. In front of the chains, a huge golden Cancer blocked the cold light of too many treasures. However, the man who gathered the chains was still tied into a hedgehog, so embarrassed.

The hero King Xi Ni's eyes finally changed, and his narrow corners slowly narrowed. In the narrow gap, a cold and heavy murderous intent appeared in the red eyes. The blood was boiling in the cold, and a touch of tenderness appeared in the heavy hatred. A very complex and contradictory combination was reflected in the face of another man.

"The Lock of Heaven, cursing the existence of the gods, then, I will redefine your identity, miscellaneous!"

In May, a cold wind seemed to float through the sunshine, and the cold current in winter climbed into Dismusk's heart.

He raised his head, his face was bloodless and tightened with a hedgehog-like body. The Cancer nebula appeared faintly from behind, and layers of sacred golden light rose slowly from the surface of his body, a kind of sacred and warmth, as if to make the people of this land worship it, but the strength of the dark chain broke all these fantasies. This time, Dismusk still did not break free from the entanglement of the metal chain.

The footsteps of the hero king broke the collision of the chain metal. The king in the distance walked step by step. He walked very slowly, as if every step had experienced unforgettable memories. The temperament of his whole body was like a chameleon, one step at a time, just like the world of Buddhism, from the beginning to the vague and greenness of the beginning to the fiery and boiling, from calm and grandeur to the contempt of the world, from the only oneself to love, hate and worry, when he walked to Dismusk's golden Cancer, his temperament rendered the world a sea of ​​hatred.

"The only one who can't break the chain is God! You say you are a human or a god." A golden vortex appeared behind the king, and two sharp blades slowly poked out from the sky above the golden Cancer.

Dismusk smiled, his tough eyes could not cover his embarrassed face. He really couldn't break the chain. Similarly, because he was covered in weapons and could not wear the golden holy clothes, he could only say fiercely, "Abrodi, when do you plan to see!"

There was no light in the sky covered with hatred. The sun was covered with dark clouds, but the sky was filled with red lights. The red light flashed, and there was a sudden white light behind Dismusk. On the ground level on the overpass, two vast sword lights were like rivers rushing like seas, unstoppable.

The two balance lines drawn on the surface of the earth, the roses floating in the sky, the hero king snorted angrily, and the golden light rotating in the air became even brighter. At some point, his hands raised the treasure trove of blood-colored patterns - under the heaven and earth, the sword of drooping.

That sword, that light, the roses everywhere, and the golden light intertwined with chains. At this moment, this colorful world is so wonderful. The meaning of life may come here. The existence of some people can make the world colorful.

The parallel sword light cut off the chains, and the flying rose broke through the fierce hero king. However, the red rose was so desolate under the sword of Guili, unfortunately withering one by one. The petals of the beauty rolled and floated in the air waves, as if telling the fleeting sadness.

The fallen flowers and locked, Dismusk stood up leisurely, and swords and halberds slowly emerged from his body along the trajectory of the wound. Fortunately, under the image of this hedgehog, no sharp blade was pierced at the critical point. In front of him, the golden Cancer Clothes robe emitted dazzling glory at this moment, but when the flashing, the dark clouds scattered and the nebula surged. At that moment, the light of the sun finally shone through the layers of clouds and once again shone on this forgotten land.

But I don’t know whether the brilliance on the Cancer Clothes is the afterglow of the sun or the projection of the resonance of the distant nebula.

He was still him, but his embarrassing figure was shrouded in golden light. Dismusk stood in the middle of the bridge, looking at the hero king not far away, with his red and angry face with blood running. Behind him, under the projection of the sun, the queen with a long shadow, dragged a big sword, walked forward resolutely. The breeze floated, blowing her golden hair, revealing her clear green eyes as clear as a lake.

The birds sing and the flowers are fragrant, and the beauty is floating. No one knows when the graceful figure appears under the bridge railing. On the pink and tender thin lips, a bright red rose was gently pursed.

"God... is used to blaspheme to increase the majesty of the crown." A strange light burst out from his red eyes, and the heroic king raised his sword, and the sky was shining behind him.

Dismusk understood. He understood the meaning of the eyes and the strangely beating brilliance, so complex and difficult to resolve, and it contains too many emotions. In fact, this color is just a kind of madness in the final analysis. A kind of... a feeling worthy of madness, which the ancient kings possess, but the strong people today have abandoned this kind of inheritance.

"I will never die!" No one can understand the story behind the king.

"Okay!" The happy words and the sound of landing were so sonorous and powerful. This beating syllable was not only a promise to the king, but also a statement to the two people around me. I will come to this battle, and this opponent is mine.

Under the words of Dismusk, Abrody pursed his lips and the beautiful rose fell softly; King Arthur behind him also stopped, and what stopped was the trajectory drawn by the holy sword landing on the ground.

The hero king's high-rise sword was surrounded by inexplicable red patterns, spreading from the tip of the sword to the hilt, and then the entire figure, a momentum that ruined the world, and a domineering aura that no one else could do, extending outward from the layers of red ripples and waves.

The air around us made a burst of strange roars, which was the crying of the space under the fault; Wang! On the bridge deck under our feet, a layer of cracks appeared like an outward expansion, which was the silent sob of the earth.

Facing the absolute mystery under the heroic king's domineering sword, Dismusk did not dare to neglect. Under the golden armor, his every move seemed more focused. The faint flame flashed in his light eyes, just for a moment, and there were some inexplicable thoughts in his mind, as if it was natural, the flame gradually disappeared, but his eyes became much brighter.

"Mr. Red, be careful I'll burn your motherboard." After underestimating the words in my heart, Dismusk suddenly opened his arms, as if he was greeting the golden light covered in the sky, and there were still bursts of red lights not far away.

In the confrontation of energy, this world finally produced a strange change. A golden light shone, and layers of jumping red light were hidden under the light reflected by the sword and treasure. On the other side was the dim sky. In the dim universe, Dismusk stood alone in the vast sea of ​​stars. The faint starlight supported a slowly moving galaxy.

"Galaxian Explosion" The rapidly moving Milky Way roared like thunder and rainstorm. The fingertips passed by the trajectory of planetary evolution and explosion.

"Enuma Elish" The unscrupulous crack in time and space revolves around the red pattern of the sword, and rotates for it, the pattern becomes brighter and brighter and the red light becomes stronger and stronger.
Chapter completed!