MTL - Infinite Throne-Chapter 1066 "Myths Come: Chapterylon Never Falls"
Chapter 1066 "Myths Come, Babylon That Never Falls"
The jet-black streamer forms a deep channel.
Irin stepped on the dark streamer and reached the end.
A dark sky, no stars, no light.
From the depths of the unreachable sky, there are chains extending down.
At the end of the chain, there are narrow cages hanging.
The undead are curled up, hanging in the sky like lowly prisoners.
"arrive!"
When Irin opened his eyes, he found himself trapped in the cage. He didn't panic, and he didn't panic, and looked at the surrounding environment for the first time.
All the undead are kept in cages.
Including Irin.
The narrow cage hangs in the sky, not up to the sky, down to the ground.
Irin bowed his head. Under the cage, there was a dark fog, which looked a bit like an "abyss" where one would die if he fell.
Looking up, the cages are sparsely distributed, a hundred of them, and all the undead are in the cage with their heads bowed, and their faces cannot be seen clearly.
The far end of the sky.
Four rays of light appeared.
Those four lights and shadows condensed into four seats with different styles in the sky.
Four seats, green, red, silver, black.
The green seats were rotten and stench.
The red seat was as red as blood, and it was murderous.
Countless hideous weapons stood upright on the silver seats, whoever sat on them would die.
The black seat seemed to have a dark mist lingering, hazy.
There was nothing on the four seats, but Yi Rin was just watching, and he could faintly feel that the four seats gave him an indescribable sense of oppression.
All the undead looked up at the empty seat.
For a moment, Wan Lai was silent.
They all felt the pressure from the soul from the four seats.
Irin gritted her teeth and suppressed the anger in her heart.
He knew very well what those four seats represented.
That is the source of all disasters.
Lord of Famine!
Lord of War!
Lord of Conquest!
Lord of Death!
The four masters... come!
One after another illusory shadows, some like people, some like dogs, and some like monsters, appeared one after another.
The hazy light dots dotted the emptiness of the sky.
In the blink of an eye, the undead seemed to be surrounded by countless "people", and it became a huge Colosseum. And the undead are all trapped beasts in the Colosseum, who let everyone have fun and laugh.
Those are the "gods" who participated in the game!
…
In the suppressed silence, four figures appeared on the four seats at the same time.
They are like kings, their tall bodies are like inviolable gods, overlooking small beings.
The four masters stretched out their hands at the same time, and four different styles of voices sounded in the ears of all the undead at the same time.
The terrifying weight pressed all the undead in the cage.
Irin knelt down involuntarily, like a humble reptile, the bones all over his body made a sound like shattering.
…
【Small and lowly deceased...】
【Among you, there will be four final winners. 】
【You will receive the gift of resurrection, and you will come again in the form of a "substitute". 】
【You will become my 'knight' and bring 'victory' to us. 】
…
Zizzy—
Irin bled from both ears.
It was a harsh, inexplicable sound.
But that voice entered Irin's mind and was automatically translated into words he could understand.
For gods and ants, language has never been a barrier to communication.
This concludes the opening remarks.
The phantoms of the four masters raised their heads and looked at the heights.
The voices of the four of them sounded again.
like lightning,
like thunder,
like a gust of wind,
like a shower,
is like a landslide,
Like a tsunami.
Their voices seem to gather all the "disasters" that tiny humans can understand.
Various streamers are intertwined in the empty sky.
The stream of light in the sky quickly solidifies, one brick and one tile, one tree and one grass.
The ten floors of land are run through the center by a huge pillar.
The ancient city walls are mottled with moss.
The decayed stone pillars are full of dilapidated reliefs.
Headless knights marched in droves to patrol the city.
The three-headed giant dog, with its body burning with raging fire, quietly lay dozing on the steps.
A rotten knight with abscesses and tattered armor wanders in the garden.
In the shocked eyes of the undead, an ancient towering city in the sky, at the end of the streamer, seems to have come across time and space, suspended in the sky.
…
Zizzy—
In front of the undead, as if the signal was not good, "snowflakes" poured out.
After a moment, a line of text appeared in front of the undead:
【Myths Come, Babylon That Never Falls】!
…
in a cage.
Irin tried her best to keep her breathing steady.
He is trying to resist the absolute pressure from the superior.
When he really faced the existence of the master level, he clearly understood that his mere "legendary level" was so insignificant in front of the master.
Even if he created his own prototype of the "Throne", he would not be able to compete with the Dominator.
Green once commented that his throne was out of whack.
Yeah, it's too far.
…
In the sky, the myth of Babylon descends.
The undead gradually understood the meaning of the existence of this air city based on the "information" forcibly instilled in their brains.
This whole city is a myth that once disappeared.
Myth is coming!
becomes the killing field they are about to enter!
Even, many undead speculate in their hearts that the "hanging garden" in front of them, which is between fantasy and reality, is very likely to be a level of props that they have never touched - [Mythical Level]!
…
Boom!
Whoa!
A hundred chains were hanging from the cage and fell into Babylon.
The smell of decay is blowing.
The cage opened, and Irin climbed out of the cage with a blank face.
His face was covered in blood.
The existence of the master level, let alone face it, just bystander, is the pain that small humans can't bear.
The power of is so terrifying, Iren can see it from Green's existence.
"I hope you don't trick me, Green."
Walking in the Hanging Garden of Babylon City, Irene subconsciously touched her chest.
He now only hopes that the opportunity Green said is here.
…
The city of Babylon had ten stories.
These ten floors are the final battlefield of the Resurrection of the Dead.
The moment Yilin left the cage and landed, the corresponding rules had been entered into Yilin's mind.
At the top of the city of Babylon, which is the tenth floor, there are four qualifications to become "knights".
Irin and other undead must stand out in this killing field, reach the tenth floor, and compete for the qualification of "Apocalypse Knight".
But if Iren guessed correctly, the qualifications for this knight of the apocalypse have already been determined by default.
The identity of the other three knights, Iren is not sure.
But the knight of war must fall on Milian.
You can manipulate the game only if the knight is selected by default.
Humph, mere god.
This place is more dangerous than Irin imagined.
If it was a fair competition, Irin would not be afraid of anyone.
But in order to ensure the direction of the gamble, the future is already doomed, so the doomed future must have a "past" that led to that future.
"and many more…"
Four knights!
correct.
What the masters are talking about is... the qualification of the four knights!
In other words, this is not just the undead in the Tower of Death server.
Could it be said that the climax of the undead resurrection competition is the "final battlefield" that brings together the "hell" of the four towers and the "monsters" that have killed millions, or even tens of millions of undead?
Irin's face changed.
If this is the case, then in the city of Babylon, where this myth has descended, he is about to face not only the "informal candidate" who is about to become the death knight, but also the other three towers... the candidate for the apocalypse knight!
…
These ten floors are obviously connected by the most central passage.
That huge pillar, like a tower, runs through ten floors.
Irin thought about it, and hurried towards the huge pillar.
Let’s play the game first!
Irin made a decision.
"paste—"
A three-headed dog with a height of ten meters, wandering in the ruins.
When Irin passed by, the three-headed dog noticed the smell of Irin and rushed towards the shadow moving on the ground.
Boom!
The three-headed dog fell with one paw, the terrifying wind shredded the ground, and the ruins collapsed in pieces.
"Get out of the way!"
Irin now has no intention of entanglement with monsters, his five fingers bend slightly, predict the jumping trajectory of the three-headed dog, and activate his skills.
【Grip of Oblivion】!
Invisible dotted lines were quickly drawn in front of Irin's eyes.
Under the influence of [Echo of Doom], [Obliteration Grip] no longer locks a single "area", but becomes a chain of explosions.
Luck is negative!
Trigger the "annihilation" effect!
Irin secretly said "Okay".
Unmatched luck!
The terrifying "annihilation" was launched silently, and the three-headed dog didn't even have a chance to mourn.
ground,
left a square hole, which is extremely terrifying.
"His!"
In the grass, a man's head was shaking.
There was a gasp of breath.
Irin knew that someone was hiding there for a long time, not surprised, smiled slightly, and the AOE enhanced version of [Grip of Oblivion] shot again.
A dark shadow, wrapped in a grass skirt around his waist, fled in embarrassment.
…
Meeks from the Tower of Famine.
He has always considered himself to be a man of heaven.
Even after his death, he believed that he must be the one who could leave alive from the cruel undead resurrection.
Not long ago, he received an "invitation".
The content of the invitation is the same as other invitations, inviting him to become the famine knight's family and one of the "Twelve Deadpools".
Meeks refused.
He thought he could become a knight of famine.
He came from a hopeless future, and this time, he decided to be the "desperate" of others.
The dragon slayer eventually becomes a dragon.
The undead who died in the hands of the knights of the apocalypse longed to become knights of the apocalypse, which is undoubtedly a great irony.
No, just as he arrived, he met an oriental man who looked very weak.
He is good at stealth, so he plans to hide in the grass and kill a "competitor" first.
In the world of the undead, there is always nothing wrong with killing people.
Who doesn't know that "Focus" will affect the results?
The higher the attention, the more chance you have to become a knight of the apocalypse.
He is very confident in himself.
Until... the opponent released a series of "annihilation".
…
Irin releases skills.
The "annihilation" trigger probability of 【Grip of Annihilation】is inversely proportional to the "lucky" attribute.
The lower the luck, the easier it is to trigger.
No, above the familiar feeling, the "annihilation" in pieces, chasing Meeks' **** all the way.
"Damn!"
The continuous "annihilation" behind him looks like dark grapes from a distance.
Where the "grapes" flashed, there was not an inch of soil left.
"Damn!"
Meeks roared, turned around, and suddenly took out a clay puppet.
While running away, he quickly pinched on the clay doll, pinching out Irin's masked face.
"Dalabong, Bandebedibudobiruon!"
He uttered a series of strange but very smooth "spells".
Om!
A dark fog suddenly appeared above Irin's head.
The black mist was like a maggot attached to a bone, and in the blink of an eye, it wrapped around Yi Rin and covered Yi Rin.
Irin: "...?"
His forehead moved suddenly.
(end of this chapter)
