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The eyes of the empty knight, which are occupied by orange, twinkle black.

The will of the pure container is resisting the manipulation of the radiation.

The previous terrible offensives were made by radiant light under the guise of pure container body.

For the same mission, as an empty Knight of the previous generation, he will not fight against his own family. On the contrary, he will try his best to help the little knight and Lu Zhengkang.

However, the pure container is old after all. After a long struggle with radiant, his rock solid will is broken.

A container without thoughts is a good container.

With thinking creatures, there is the greatest weakness, unable to resist the erosion of radiation.

To the pure container, thought is a stain.

But he was alive after all.

Living, thinking.

Thinking is the root of all pain, but often pain is the ultimate pursuit of thinking.

The will of the pure container is repressed again, and the radiance controls the body of the empty knight.

This time he's looking at Lu Zhengkang.

Lu Zhengkang also stares at him.

His mask.

Earlier, the irradiance's violent will had cracked the pure container.

Now, after Lu Zhengkang's violent attack, although his body is in good condition, the crack has widened.

Bits and pieces of mask shake off like bone powder.

dream essence exuded from it.

This means that there is a loophole in the impregnable dream seal of the pure container!

Now the little knight can enter his dream and challenge radiant!

Lu Zhengkang turned around and asked the little knight, "are you ready to face your ultimate destiny?"

The little Knight also saw the crack and nodded slightly.

"Well, I'll hold him back and you'll take the chance to enter the dream."

The next moment, Lu Zhengkang put aside the bone nail in his hand and moved behind the empty knight. His arms were open. A seal spell spread and bound the empty knight.

"Come on! His resistance is fierce! "

The little Knight rushed to him.

The nail of the dream is gently waved.

"SA -"

... "

The golden world.

A vast and grand dream.

The little Knight stood on a magnificent platform square.

In the distant clouds, there is a brilliant sun.

That's radiation.

The forgotten light.

One of the highest ancient gods of the holy nest.

The little Knight jumped on the overhead platform, pulled out the bone nail and challenged the radiant light.

On that day, the sun wantonly expanded, turned into a pair of stretched wings, extended the body up and down, he was close, just like the God came down to earth.

The golden light faded and the radiance showed its true face.

His body is white and does not touch any dust. His head is three sharp thorns like a crown. His deep face is inlaid with a pair of golden eyes. His chest and abdomen are thick and soft as clouds. His back is full of wings. His legs are like white jade armor, standing upright and merging.

A creature that is perfect everywhere.

A creature of light.

The wheel of piercing eyes revolves behind him, and the divinity is just like that.

He issued a sharp flute like sound to meet the challenge.

The suspended platform dissipated and the little Knight fell back to the square.

The body of the radiant God is high above his head, and his wings are flapping slightly. The sky is full of light. It condenses into a long sword and falls straight down like an iron wall.

The little Knight dodged to stand in the gap of the sword array, but he dodged the domineering blow.

But in the twinkling of light, there are swords in all directions converging, and they are pounding like a tsunami.

The little Knight jumped up and down, dodged left and right, and danced between the blades.

The second blow of the radiant light came one after another. A golden wall of light moved straight from the platform, burning the air and making a hissing sound. There was no way to escape.

The little Knight rushed to the wall of light, and a shadow rushed to the wall of light.

The radiant light stirs up his wings and moves to the top of the knight's head. The golden light in his eyes is in full bloom, and several laser rays are scattered. With the ubiquitous sword sting, the little Knight's dodging space is further compressed.

Suddenly, the little Knight seizes the opportunity, a darkness falls to the ground, and the empty shock waves recoil and radiate. At the same time, the little Knight enters the soul state of immunity to attack, and releases three deep shrieks in a hurry. The ghosts of Dapeng rush out of his mask. These ghosts are black and white, just like a lotus half dyed with green silk, and their posture is warm and unrestrained, mixed with terrible howls.

The archetype of this spell is soul scream. The creator is a dead snail shaman. The little knight gets it from a hill full of plants in the fog gorge. Later, at the bottom of the abyss, it blends with the power of the void ghost and turns into a more deadly abyss scream.

The radiant light was hit by this terrible pure energy attack, and the divine body was slightly dimmed, but it lit up again in an instant.

It seemed that he was infuriated, his wings flapped fiercely, and a large number of white spikes stretched out on the ground of the square, and there was no place for him to stand.The little knight can only cleave on the ground stab to borrow his strength. He can fly in the air and avoid the sword stabs from up to down, left to right, the wall of light and the beam of light.

This is a totally unreasonable situation.

No wonder the power of pure container can only restrain the radiation, not kill it.

Finally, although the little knight had done his best, he was pierced by a long sword and nailed to the ground in a short interval after a shadow sprint. The ground stab pierced his thin back and came out in front of him.

After a while, several lightsabers pierced the knight's body, almost covering him.

Trunk, limbs, even the head.

The little knight was completely immobile.

The power of the radiant light burst through his body.

The mask is breaking.

Pain.

It really hurts.

……

Sure enough, ordinary people can't kill gods?

Does the little Knight's hard heart also shed bitter tears?

At the last moment of life, even time, will open up the way for the dying, let him feel the miracle and brilliance of the world.

The little Knight knew he was dying.

Pure container is the whole team. His strength is stronger than the little knight.

And what does the little knight have?

He's just one of the many rejected defects.

His fate, his end, is the same as the endless wreckage under the abyss.

After struggling for so long, is he just a puppet on the stage of destiny?

Open your eyes, you can see the radiant world, the golden scenery, so pure and beautiful, so brilliant and magnificent, so yearning.

But this light is so abominable to the creation of the void.

The eyes of the little Knight's mask were unfocused.

His mind sank to the bottom of his heart.

In that little, thin darkness.

Failure of the mission is a foregone conclusion.

He is still the poor little guy, hiding in his own insignificant inner world, that dark and humid corner hides his immature mind.

In a trance.

Countless people whispered in his ears:

"there is no will to yield"

"there is no voice crying for suffering"

"you will kill the blinding light!"

"You are the container!"

"You are the empty Knight!"

Void burst!