At the moment when that card was thrown out easily, the soul from hell quietly descended into the fragments.

Above the wilderness filled with beacons and towers, layers of streams of light gather to create a brand new body.

Pale hair fluttered in the wind.

The slightly thin man stepped on the earth barefoot, his eyebrows were handsome, and the wind and frost of time were gone. His eyebrows were like a boy, and there was no other cumbersome decoration except for the black robe on his body.

But under his guidance, there was endless light surging between the sixteen beacons from the golden dawn and the six towers created by the disaster.

Intertwined and turned into an ancient and vicissitudes of the city.

In this way, after Yongshi Group and the Eye of Darkness, Golden Dawn finally descended to its own base camp, and after thoroughly smelting the previous long preparatory, forming a projection from the land of nothingness.

——The independence of the world!

Even though he is in the hell of disasters, the huge city is still like a lotus and untainted. However, whenever the breath that surges in it leaks from the city gate, even the disasters from the abyss will begin to stay away and approach not far away.

The solemn hall, which is like a sanctuary, is just another magic cave created by the essence of the abyss.

Under the control of Aresta, the entire city seemed to have become alive, with life and soul.

It seems that the two are originally one.

At this moment, when Aresta's palm was raised, a huge bell burst out on the tower rising from the ground in the city.

Pale waves spread and spread under the city, and finally outlined a huge square outline. Wherever you pass, everything seems to have lost its color and solidified forever into a gypsum-like sculpture.

The ground was flat and pale, like white paper, accompanied by the sunshine. When the shadow of the Forgotten City was cast on it, it flowed like sticky ink, and countless tiny characters emerged from the ground and disappeared quickly.

Only at the edge of the end of the pale color can layers of faults appear like paper pages.

The huge Forgotten City is like a three-dimensional paper sculpture built on a huge book that is spread out, revealing a strange beauty from the indescribable exquisiteness.

In Yaresta's hands, a book of the same outline appeared, and it immediately closed and the name of the book appeared on the spotless cover.

"Book of Law"

The same breath as the Book of Destiny lingers on it, causing Isaac's face to change suddenly, his sleeves clenched angrily, and his expression was gloomy.

After so many years, these lunatics at Golden Dawn still did not stop.

On the one hand, he was frantically searching for the traces of "Book of Destiny", and on the other hand, he was also ready for another level of preparation.

A replica of authoritarianism.

They who had mastered the structure of the kingdom of heaven searched for miracles and disasters in hell, and finally created a carrier that could record all things.

Even though it cannot be compared with "Book of Destiny" and does not have the correction values ​​accumulated by members of the Astronomical Society of all generations, it is still enough to achieve the effect of some of the original version.

It's like...what Huai Shi did just now!

"What you do is the outline of the law."

With Aresta’s chanting, the pages of the Book of Dharma were turned again, and the towers above the city were bells again. In the low and magnificent sound, countless ink traces emerged out of thin air from before Aresta and were quickly reorganized.

The past events have evolved.

When the thin figure of the heretic king appeared in front of Aresta, a glow of Gaia's blood flew out from the monk's unfolding palm.

Fall into it.

The soul was once again given a record of dead objects.

Under the dissipated ink traces, a pair of pupils filled with chaos and darkness were raised again.

The middle-aged man with dark hair and dark eyes and naked body staggered forward and walked a step forward like a baby born. After falling, he got up again.

He opened his mouth and vomited violently, but he vomited nothing.

It was just a hoarse voice, like a roar and a shout.

In the end, I finally calmed down.

Looking at the world in front of me and reading the news that emerged from my soul, a happy smile appeared on the corner of my mouth.

"Oh, returning to sober from madness, the world is so beautiful."

He said, "Long time no see, Yaresta."

"Long time no see, Mr. Woodman," said Yaresta. "It seems that the rules here really make you temporarily awaken from the sea of ​​chaos formed after the shattering of your soul."

"It's better not to have any expectations. For my current state of being neither life nor death, it's just a break between two periods of madness and despair.

If it can play a role, just give it."

Woodman raised his hand, snapped his fingers, and put on a Roman robe and a crown on his head, showing his posture and appearance seventy years ago.

When I looked back and looked at it, my eyes gradually became ferocious.

"The familiar smell came from the wind." He whispered: "I smelled Russell, and the little boy they cultivated... and... Ying Fangzhou? Did he live too? Or was it like me?"

"Well, your old friends have been waiting for a long time, so there may be more in the future?"

Yaresta shrugged, “This world is so wonderful. It’s really unpredictable that someone has the same ideas and plans we have.

Is this the so-called old enemy?"

"Old enemy? Seventy years ago, our war was over, and what remains were just a group of lonely ghosts waiting to be forgotten."

Woodman sneered: "But, the class reunion that has been reopened after 70 years is really exciting."

Yaresta pondered for a moment and sighed softly: "I was not born seventy years ago. Although I have read some records, I have never experienced it myself. Now it seems that there is no room for me to intervene between the old and old resentment of the old and old resentment of the old and old ones, right?"

"Don't care, nor do you need to test me, Yaresta, I have never liked you, and I have never concealed this."

Woodman replied: "But since Mathers threw you down, then you naturally have to be the main one. If there are any orders, you don't have to be polite."

"So, if that's the case, then let's determine our course of action-"

In Yaresta's hands, the Book of Law was once again without wind, and a portrait of a young man appeared on the page.

“…Huai Shi?”

Woodman frowned.

"Yes, the situation is changing now. To be honest, I have no confidence in what will happen next. After all, it is not surprising that nothing happened with the entire present situation.

In contrast, this successor to the heavenly genealogy makes me more concerned.

After searching through his past resume and records, I feel that compared to the many plans hidden in the present situation, perhaps this is the opponent we have to eliminate if we want to win.”

Yaresta said calmly: "This is the most deadly variable. Russell puts the victory and defeat on him. It seems that every time he can live up to expectations, even if he faces a dilemma, he can exceed the task in the most efficient way.

This time, maybe it's still the same as before..."

He paused and looked at his teammate meaningfully: "Mr. Woodman, I think you should have experienced this in person."

“Aresta…”

Woodman stared at the young man in front of him for a long time, and suddenly smiled: "Do you know, I'm starting to like you."

"That's how it's decided?" Yaresta asked.

“As you wish.”

Woodman nodded.

The two sides reached an agreement.

In this bet, those complicated games and considerations are temporarily put aside.

Before the situation becomes clear, do your best and leave no room for anything...

Targeting Huai Shi!

You can lose in a team battle, but the old turtle Russell and the little turtle he raised must die!

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"I feel like I'm targeted."

Amid the harsh roar, Huai Shi turned around and looked at the old man leaning on the motorcycle behind him, adding: "And he was targeted very well."

"Tell me quickly if you have something to say, and let me free if you have nothing to say."

Ying Fangzhou glanced at him indifferently and urged: "If you don't dare to go up, just say it directly. Why don't you talk so much nonsense?"

"I dare not get on this?"

Huai Shi was furious and jumped up and pointed at the angry crown wearer in the Lei Prison. "I am only the second level, senior, you asked me to beat the crown wearer, and I will give it back almost immediately."

"Don't worry, I'll take action if necessary."

Ying Fangzhou held his arms with both hands and said calmly: "Don't worry about being injured. Although I am not very good at first aid, at least there will be no problems with cardiopulmonary resuscitation."

All CPR has resuscitation, can it be fine?

Huai Shi felt that her heart was crying, but still shed blood.

Others shake people, they shake good brothers from the sky to save the scene, and there are also big sisters with long breasts and thighs. They shake people from one to another, hardworking, hardworking, gentle and considerate.

Why is it different when you come to yourself?
To be continued...