Chapter 112 111. I crawled out of my own filth, and no one has the right to judge me! [5160]

"Countdown to 10 seconds!"

In the self-destructing secret room, Milian was completely overwhelmed by the emotions in her heart.

She cried and shouted the final countdown, then could no longer resist the despair that had come to her. She turned around and hugged Major Fraser next to her like she was seeking shelter.

This move made the major stiffen in place.

To be honest, although I came from a noble family and was already 30 years old, the major was still in love. The most direct contact with women in the past was just the very gentleman invited the other party to dance a song at the dance party.

But he knew that Millian's actions at this time could not represent anything.

She was just simply afraid.

This is the instinctive reaction of a fragile life like human beings when facing death. It cannot represent cowardice or ugliness.

He could fully understand Milian's fear because he was suffering the same emotional impact at this time.

However, as a gentleman, the major took on the obligations of a man in this desperate moment.

He opened his hands and hugged the trembling Milian in his arms. His height of 193 made him almost protect the red-haired girl. Even if death is approaching, he will cast a final "wall of sighs" for this fearful lady.

This is the silent contempt he can show at the last moments of death.

"Bang"

The psychic core in front of Trisi's eyes thundered a strange flash, which was a signal of response, causing the Scarlet Witch's heart to stop beating at this moment.

She almost used all the power in her body to suppress the psychic core, and the self-destructive core was activated immediately. In the blink of an eye, the entire psychic nodes in the Blood Eagle Corridor were forcibly destroyed.

The precise system shaped by the Holy Blood Pool as the center of the circle collapsed within three seconds, causing a violent energy turbulence, which extended the explosion path calculated by thirty psychic beads, and pressed the out-of-control Holy Blood Pool to inject the restless filthy psychic energy into a specific direction.

So the next moment, the out-of-control and scorching scarlet light pierced the subspace crack above like a cannonball.

The latter's collapse speed increased by more than ten times at this moment, and the three-party mapping of subspace, astral realm and the material world was completely broken through because of this path, causing a crack to appear behind the chaotic chaotic spiritual energy that should have been tilted in the material world.

This makes it immediately start to collapse in reverse.

"Clang"

The oncoming Chaos Storm knocked Murphy out. He spread his blood wings and rolled down in the air in a chic manner, landing beside the First Lord Palano and the Old Knight Finoke.

At this time, the few people left in the battlefield where corpses were everywhere raised their heads and could see that the subspace rift that seemed like the Chaos Eye had completely turned into a chaotic storm.

It's like a black crack that breaks glass and stretches out in the air.

Not only are there energy collapse recovery and explosion, but there are also strange sounds that keep ringing from it.

Strange twisted limbs, like oil-covered, poking out from the cracks like irregular black nebula, like a spider waving its hairy legs, or like a monster made of arms trying to crawl into the world.

Those ferocious claws were full of malicious void scratching, trying to grab a stable thing to allow it to truly enter the material world, Sarokdar's faded stone statue was also thrown into the open subspace rift while scratching the strange thing.

It was like a stone falling into a pond, and it disappeared after being drifted and even failed to splash.

"Mother of the Night is above, what kind of dirty ghost thing is that?"

The first lord Palano roared.

The old knight Finoke had begun to silently recite the name of the gods and seemed to release a large-scale magic. As for Murphy, he quickly threw a reconnaissance technique towards the thing in front of him.

The snowflake-like pattern that seemed to be disturbed appeared on the character card.

The information tag on the opposite side that was strange to want to crawl out of the closed subspace crack was emerging little by little:

Name: [Midnight Madam] Subspace Shadow

Profession:???

Level:???

Evaluation: Like a god, core missing

Bio description: [The expectation of a fallen person who does not receive a response will always turn into a hideous object to invade reality. He can no longer become what he was designed, and even has the core of the subject to respond to the call. Therefore, he can only fall into a distorted evil in the endless chaotic malice.

He is the Midnight Miss Mother!

It is also the future where Femis Cecilia Lesenbra was cut off.]

"She is crying"

The eldest lady who was held in her arms by Lord Palano was pale and muttered to herself:

"She is calling me, she begged me to be one with her, she begged me to save her"

"Don't be stupid! She just wants to swallow you to make herself complete, no matter what He wants to do after he is complete, believe me! That will definitely not be a good thing for us vampires."

Murphy let go of the necessary evil that was buzzing in his hand, let the Desire Blade hang at his hand, and waved his fingers to make Maxim and Mrs. Adele, who were seriously injured behind him, carry the eldest lady and leave here.

No matter what happens next, the farther away from the subspace shadow created by Sarokdal with the magic of evil, the better.

"You guys go too!"

The old knight Finoke stood in place like a giant tree rooted on the ground, surrounded by emerald green psychic energy without looking back:

"If the filth in the subspace is not regulated, it will be left with poison. Although most of the energy has been exiled to the astral realm by Mrs. Tris, even the remaining part is enough to cause irreparable damage. My God has sent down the oracle, and this is the time for the saints to die."

"What lies are you talking about?"

Palano, the first lord who had fought side by side with Old Finoke, banged his broken-stained spear to the ground. He stared at Old Finoke and said sternly:

"You don't think about going anywhere! Following me back to the Knights' Residents to accept the questioning of Lord Paying is your only mission next! Don't try to escape this guilt."

"Yes, I admit that I am guilty. It is a terrible sin, enough to scare countless naughty little boys in the night."

The old knight grinned.

At this moment, the strange sacred white oak armor on his body began to turn into natural wood like an old tree rejuvenation, extending vines and branches from the armor and then taking root in place.

In just a few seconds, Old Finoke looked like he had turned into a growing oak tree. He had made a decision and made up his mind to no longer avoid the secrets that had been hidden by himself.

As the barrel helmet also spread out in the branches, the old knight's blood-stained human face transforming into wood looked at Palano, who was full of serious faces.

He whispered:

"You arrogant dogs have a really good nose. I saw you when you fought side by side with you on the fourth black disaster. When I saw you appear here, I knew that my hardship should come to an end.

But Palano!

My sin is not something I take the initiative to seek. It is just a remnant when you go deep into history to seek the truth. You put your hands deep into the mud and try to unearth the truth under the filth. How can you keep your hands clean?”

"What did you find?"

The first lord questioned:

"What did you get after you get dirty?"

"There is nothing but regret! They invited me, and I paid the price for it, and at the moment when I could finally join them, my God's will made me repent.

The so-called search for truth is nothing more than a trick they use to seduce righteous people into falling into evil ways.

From the beginning, I shouldn't have become curious about them!"

Under the influence of the magic, the old white knight, who truly turned into a giant tree, became dry and like a friction between rattans.

He looked at Palano and Murphy and warned very carefully and seriously:

“Stay away from them!

Don't make the mistakes I've made, don't try to get the answers you chase by contacting them, each of them is a hopeless source of pollution.

Ancient people like Sarokdal were just chess pieces they played with.

Murphy, you heard Salokdal warn you at the last moment.

Stay away from dusk

Be sure to stay away from them, those people have been on the road of chaos for too long.”

"Is that an organization? They planned it all?"

Murphy asked with his eyes narrowed:

"You knew from the very beginning what would happen to Cardman City?"

"No, I don't know."

The old knight's voice became increasingly low and slower, just like the low and ancient ones that came with the opening of a giant tree.

He said:

"But behind all the disasters related to subspace in the past few hundred years, there are their shadows. Your Lord Paying knows more. Maybe you shouldn't ask, don't be curious about them.

I am indeed guilty!

O my God, I have committed unforgivable sins in the name of seeking truth, and I will sacrifice myself in that distant new world.

Death is the only atonement, and may you see it all.

No one can judge me!

In addition to your majesty.”

"Click, click, click"
To be continued...