Fairy’s Box

Under the blue starry sky, there was a cloud of miserable mist floating between the sky and the earth, diluting the light of the sky.

The moonlight penetrated the clouds and mist with difficulty, and spread on the ruins of the devastated Shechem City. Within sight, blood and corpses were everywhere. The entire city seemed to have been baptized by a meteorite shower. The original neatly planned buildings were left with only scattered ruins.

Solomon's Temple, which used to be the holy place of the three religions, has been torn to pieces by the Prince of Pain and the mountain on which it stood, leaving only a large lump of soft mud that cannot be seen, pulled by gravity, slowly descending from a height. pouring.

In the center of the towering mud, where the moonlight first shone, Yalei suspended in mid-air quietly, pierced Lucian's body with his left hand, grabbed his spine with his fingers, and made the opponent unable to move.

Since the enclosed space was completely destroyed, the Saint Sequence Lock was suppressed again, and both of them completely recovered their bodies.

"..."

A terrifying black force field was released from Yale's body, like viscous black crude oil, covering the entire surrounding area.

At the center of the black-haired knight's eyebrows, the circular dark lines converged inwardly and squeezed into a strange sign that looked like an eye, like a closed third eye.

"You will regret it... One day, you will also be on the verge of making the same choice as me."

Lucian stared directly at the distant sky, his pale hair was floated by the breeze, and his tone was as quiet as stagnant water, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

"I'm not like you."

The black-haired knight clenched its spine, powerful power penetrated into the body of God, reactivated the fragments of the war pattern, and sneered indifferently:

"I have forged an indestructible body, the body of a human being can be transformed at will, with immortality and infinite energy, completely ending the fate of a warrior, how could the death of my heart come to me?"

"You are indeed very strong... Of all the warriors I have seen in my life, there are only the seven ultimate knights who can suppress you... But so what?"

The sealer raised his head and looked at a shining star with a sarcastic look in his eyes:

"No one knows that they will be the next shooting star... Energy exhaustion is only one of the factors in the annihilation of the heart, and the transformation of human beings and gods cannot contain your true self. You will indeed live for a long time... But who can defeat the strongest What about yourself?"

"You don't have to worry about me..."

Yale narrowed his eyes dangerously, and sent his arms forward fiercely. The power continued to pour into the opponent's body, making his whole body gradually stiff and straight, and revealing a metallic texture:

"You will sleep as the forty-eighth seal forever!"

"Do you think you won, ridiculous human, losing a game is nothing to me... It's good to sleep..."

Lucian's gaze remained unchanged, but the lines on his face quickly became rigid. The smooth and bright metal texture of brass had covered its entire body like a liquid liquid, and continued to condense and solidify.

During this process, the sealer's voice gradually became blurred:

"Maybe after waking up...the world will change...and maybe..."

"Have a good dream."

The black-haired knight stepped back and pulled his hand out of its body. After noticing that the sealer had completely turned into a bronze statue, he grabbed its shoulder with one hand and rushed out of the mud coverage.

When the strength of the knight reaches the sixth-order level, the power of the war pattern will also be exerted to the limit, and there will be no increase in the future. Instead, it will become an invisible shackle, and any warrior will be restricted and bound by it as long as he is on the verge of a limit.

Due to the integration of the war pattern and the neural network, it is not easy for even the sealer to take it out. Even if Lucian has already destroyed and minced it, the part that is completely integrated with the body is still enough to seal it completely.

...

Walking to a fairly flat open space, Yale put down the bronze statue, glanced around, and waved a thick black mist, letting it continue to spread.

All the places covered by the fog, the void seems to dissolve, and black holes are revealed from the inside to the outside, and there are unclear silhouettes. It's like a silhouette of an object hitting the wall through strong light, which is very weird.

These figures seemed to sense that the void was opening, immediately approached it, and passed through the void smoothly. The dense figures left the void, and after passing through the fog, the image immediately returned to an ordinary human being.

Kara and others took the lead to leave the realm of fear, and when they saw the bronze statue of Lucian on the ground, they immediately showed a happy expression.

"Boss, you finally succeeded!"

"The median sealer has been defeated, and the perfect body is really powerful!"

"Let me tell you, as long as the Governor goes out, there is nothing that can't be done!"

"..."

Lydia bit her thin lips lightly, looking at him with moist eyes, suddenly noticed that there was only a bronze statue on the ground, immediately frowned, and looked around:

"And one more?"

"Strictly speaking, Duriel is not a sealer, it is a demon god, and there is no war pattern in his body." Seeing her so nervous, Yale wanted to laugh a little, but he explained quickly:

"So I keep it in the realm of fear, don't worry, you'll never see it again in this lifetime."

"Is that so..."

The female knight breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense body relaxed.

Everyone was relieved and was about to ask about the details of the battle and the perfect body, but was interrupted by a loud prayer.

"Father, I praise you, you are a merciful God, you do not break a bruised reed, and you do not blow out a stubborn lamp. Father, I thank you, you are sympathetic to my weakness, and you cast me down All the burdens, you accept me as I am... Hallelujah!"

"Hallelujah!"

"Hallelujah!"

The remaining Hebrews gathered together, and under the leadership of the elders of the temple, fell to the ground, prayed loudly, and kept kneeling in front of the place where Solomon's Temple was located.

Although the temple was completely destroyed, the slate wall that sealed the Ark of the Covenant and engraved the Tree of Kabbalah still stood strong. This phenomenon made them extremely excited, thinking that it was God's revelation, implying that no matter how much suffering the Hebrews endured, there would always be a glimmer of hope.

Later, the only surviving site of Solomon's Temple took on a new name among the Hebrews - the Wailing Wall.

"I...my city of Shechem...is gone..."

Amidst the prayers, Luya knelt on the ground with a sad expression, her voice choked, her eyes darkened, and she kept muttering to herself. Her body was covered in strong resentment, so that her closest subordinates dared not approach her, and only dared to stand aside to advise her, for fear that she would suffer anger.