MTL - Infinite Throne-Chapter 1075 "Congratulations on reaching the true one"
Chapter 1075 "Congratulations on reaching the true one"
The ground under Irin's feet almost collapsed.
He became the only survivor of this collapsed world of the dead...
Ke Yilin survived not because of victory, but because of escape.
Irin held Oda Mai's hand and said goodbye silently.
Whether this Oda Mai is the Oda Mai he knew, but in the end, Oda Mai blocked the candidate Conqueror Knight for him.
This kind of favor, perhaps in a lifetime, cannot be repaid.
The psionic value is recovering rapidly.
After recovered to a certain level, Irin floated up and looked at the completed "exit" in the sky.
There is his only hope of leaving here.
Irin prepares to leave.
Oda Mai, who should have died, suddenly clenched her cold palm tightly.
Irin lowered her head in surprise and looked at Mai Oda who was "deceiving the corpse".
Oda Mai smiled slightly: "So...you are here."
After saying that,
Oda Mai lowered her head abruptly, released Irin's palm, and went silent.
Irin's eyes were sore, she didn't know what to say.
This is not "the end".
is neither his end nor Oda Mai's end.
The souls of warriors deserve to rest in peace, they shouldn't be fooled like this.
The roaring undead instantly boiled when they saw the "exit".
When Yilin flew to the exit, countless undead climbed each other, stacked up a tall tower of flesh and blood with the body of the undead, and scrambled to climb to the only way to survive.
Looking down at this moment, countless undead devoured each other, fought each other, ugly flesh and blood squeezed each other, blood rubbed against bones. The superb view of **** is like a vast and boundless meat grinder.
The ferocious face, the rotten breath, the twisted limbs, the broken body, they are silently unwilling, and at the end of the collapse of the dead world, they form a tragic elegy.
"I'll bring you... a real victory."
Irin gritted her teeth, turned her head and rushed towards the exit, no longer nostalgic.
No matter whether they are former friends or not, the undead in **** are just "artifacts" and are destined to be unable to move towards "truth".
Irin is now on the verge of death.
Countless blood-stained claws grabbed Irin's feet.
"I want to live..."
"You can't live alone..."
"Why only you can go out..."
"It's not fair!"
"I don't agree!"
"Why only you..."
"why…"
The roaring and wailing of the undead, behind Irin, roared and cried.
The world is nothing but boundless darkness.
They are longing for "light".
Behind that "exit", there is... the light of hope!
Their anger, their lamentation, and their resentment, at this moment, seemed to have turned into reality, which made Yiren feel shocked.
Under Yilin's body, there are hundreds of thousands, even millions of "undead".
They are all apostles who died for various reasons in every time artifact.
They are not reconciled that only Irin can leave alive, and they are doing their last struggle.
The speed of Yilin's flight was slowed down, his face changed, and he kept kicking the palm of his feet with his feet. In the process of pulling, Yilin's trouser legs were torn to pieces, and the palms of the undead were alive. Irin's legs scraped **** pieces of meat.
"I don't owe you anymore!"
In the roar of the undead, a nimble fat man grumbled along the tower of flesh and blood and rolled to the top. With three fists and two feet, he pulled away the dozens of undead who had torn Yilin's flesh and blood.
With only half of his body left, Li Changge struggled to climb up. He originally wanted to climb out, but when he saw Li Erpang who suddenly "reversed", Li Changge remembered the "unfamiliar" memory he had read accidentally during a certain mission. When Li Changge raised his head and looked at the broken Halfway through the mask, he was shocked at first, and then on his **** face, there was only relief after exhaustion: "It turned out to be you."
Irin lowered her head and looked at Li Changge's **** half face.
Li Changge gnawed with his teeth and ripped off the other undead with his last hand.
He bit the flesh of other undead in his mouth, and said vaguely: "Remember to be nice to the 'other me', boss..."
Even though Li Changge was very miserable and hideous at the moment, Yi Rin never thought this face was so handsome.
Irin nodded.
Rest in peace.
goodbye.
The resisting Li Changge and Li Erpang were dragged into the rotten flesh by countless palms.
In the blink of an eye, they were eaten up, and their eyes gradually lost their last brilliance and lost focus.
…
broke free from the tearing of the undead, and Irin dragged her **** and boneless legs and flew into the portal.
Inside the portal is a bizarre tunnel.
Irin closed her eyes,
so tired,
so tired,
So tired.
He couldn't tell whether he was rising or falling.
Irin was spinning in the long teleportation tunnel, like a kite with a broken string.
The strong sense of weightlessness brought the discomfort of dizziness and vomiting. In the end, Irin could only try to reach out to the infinitely deep distance, trying to grab something.
"Snapped!"
A white and tender palm suddenly stretched out at the end of the streamer, tightly holding Irin's weak right hand.
"Hey hey hey-"
at this time.
A gloomy laughter came from behind.
Zhao Yulong was covered in blood, his hands and feet were in the final slaughter of the undead, and he was bitten only halfway. Like a demon from hell, he opened his mouth and bit the flesh of Irin.
Click!
Zhao Yulong bit one of Yi Rin's hands and went deep into the bones. He raised his head, his white teeth, bright red blood, and clear red and white mouth made his face look particularly terrifying and gloomy.
"Kakaka—" Zhao Yulong's teeth were like two serrated teeth, grinding Yi Rin's bones with force: "I'm going to a... a world where Xiaomeng lives!"
Yi Rin lowered her head and looked at "Zhao Yulong", who had completely lost her self with a ferocious face. His hand was gnawed into the bones by Zhao Yulong, but now Yi Rin looked at Zhao Yulong's eyes, there was no resentment, no anger, only pity.
He felt that Zhao Yulong was pitiful.
In the timeline of the second life that Yi Rin experienced, he fell in love with the person he shouldn't love. That person betrayed Zhao Yulong and led the plan to "annihilate Mo Ren's enemy". Yu Meng did not respond to Zhao Yulong until the end. Some respond. In the end, because of various entanglements, Yi Rin personally killed Yu Meng in a trial.
At this moment, Zhao Yulong, even if he died and became an undead, never lived for himself, even once.
"Sorry, I can't take you away..."
Irin didn't say the following words, he was very tired.
But I will live with everything you have,
Whatever your expectations,
or anger,
or hatred,
or sadness,
I will take them one by one, and then, take them and leave here.
Until... give them back, to the gods above!
The small dagger popped out of the undead slot, and Yi Rin used the last of his psychic power to manipulate the dagger and cut off Zhao Yulong's elbow-length left arm.
Zhao Yulong's blood-stained face was completely frozen, and there was only boundless despair in his eyes.
…
Rays of light passed through Irin's shattered body.
A strange warmth flows through his body.
Irin has a kind of body that is gradually condensing from "unreal" to "real".
No, his body bleeds, it hurts, it's always real.
But for some reason, with the changes in the surrounding light, he gradually had such a strange illusion.
When I opened my eyes again,
Irin stood in the void.
is a dark night.
The stars are dotted in the dark night, and the stars are dotted with the dead and deep sky.
A woman in a long skirt, behind her, a thick pipe stretched out and stretched all around.
She is like a goddess sitting cross-legged in the center of the "giant network", with a divine glow on her face and a solemn and solemn expression.
The tubes are blue, and each one is like a translucent water tube, and there is a magnificent liquid flowing with blue fluorescence inside.
At the end of the pipe, there are circles of twisted ripples, as if entering other spaces. Each tube is of different length, some are close to the woman's side, and some extend to the end of the night sky, out of reach.
The blue liquid in the tube flows in different directions, some flow from a distance into the girl's body, and some flow from the girl's body to an unknown plane.
"You are... Xi!"
Irin fell down, panting, exhausted.
Xiaoxi smiled slightly, and stretched out her hand from a distance of a thousand meters.
Irin was supported by an invisible and soft power.
turned his eyes, and he appeared in front of Xiaoxi.
Whether it was mental exhaustion or physical exhaustion, at the moment when everything ended, it was difficult for him to maintain a "standing" posture, and he collapsed on Xiaoxi's skirt without any pretence.
Xiaoxi in front of her looked like she was about 20 years old, but there was no girlish youth between her brows. Yi Rin would like to call Xiaoxi's posture "young woman hope".
"Drip-drip-"
Xiaoxi's eyes flashed with lines of tiny data streams.
She looked at the exhausted Yi Rin, she slowly got up, Yi Rin looked at Xiao Xi's figure in surprise... The skirt was actually transparent, like a holy light that was too sacred to be offended. Irene lowered her head quickly.
"Congratulations... you have reached the real 'only'."
Xiaoxi showed indescribable fatigue on her face, smiled and stretched out her palm towards Irin.
(end of this chapter)
