radicalducati Chapter 287
Chapter 287
"Failed... failed?"
A guardian murmured with trembling lips.
His voice was as soft as the buzzing of mosquitoes and flies, but it was clearly audible in this deadly atmosphere.
His eyes were wide open, staring at the leader who had turned into a blood mist and minced meat residue.
The reverence and dependence of the past collapsed in an instant, leaving only confusion and despair in his heart.
His body seemed to have lost its spine, and he slowly collapsed to the ground, holding a few Netherworld Magic Orbs that he had not handed over in time.
At this moment, the light of these Netherworld Magic Orbs seemed to be dim, and to them, they were no different from discarded stones!
Once extracted, there would be no possibility of swallowing the Netherworld Magic Orbs!
The other guardians also stood still like sculptures frozen by frost, with the horror on their faces frozen, and their eyes full of dead and gray.
The plan they had spent countless efforts on and placed all their hopes on was shattered before their eyes, like fragile glass, ruthlessly beaten down by fate.
The gamble that had once attempted to counter Lu Chen by gathering tens of millions of Netherworld Magic Beads.
It ended in the most painful way, at the cost of the leader's life, the dignity of the Holy Land, and their only remaining resistance!
"It's over, it's really all over now..."
A guardian's eyes were red, tears mixed with blood and sweat flowed down, and several muddy grooves were washed out on his dusty face.
He looked at the demons that were shivering and shivering among the ruins around him.
He looked at Lu Chen in the air, who seemed like a god and exuded a breath of destruction.
He felt a bone-chilling chill running from the soles of his feet to his forehead, and his soul seemed to be frozen.
"The holy land is gone, and we can't escape either..."
At this time, Lu Chen was suspended in the air, his clothes fluttering, his expression stern, like a demon god looking down on ants.
The energy in his hand, which had been gathered for a long time and could overturn the world, became more and more turbulent, and the light was so dazzling that it seemed to completely illuminate this dark world of Devouring Demon Mist.
Watching the end of the farce of the last struggle of the Second Holy Land, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a disdainful and cold smile,
"A mantis trying to stop a chariot is overestimating one's own strength."
The voice was not loud, but it exploded in everyone's ears like a huge bell, shaking their souls.
Lu Chen's eyes were cold, scanning the mess.
"Ten thousand years of inheritance, nothing more than this."
After speaking, he slowly raised his hand, and the energy ball in his palm whistled out.
It turned into a black light column that covered the sky and sun, carrying the power of destroying the world, and rushed straight to the core area of the Second Holy Land, which was already riddled with holes.
Wherever the light column went, huge rocks flew and the building debris was crushed into powder.
The ground was like a plowed field, with gullies and gullies crisscrossing and bottomless.
The curled up monsters didn't even have time to scream before they were swept into it, and their bodies were instantly turned into ashes.
Only a few netherworld magic beads that were not handed in in time were scattered, jumping around in the chaotic energy, just like desperate ants fleeing.
The remaining guardians stared with wide eyes, watching death coming towards them, but they were powerless to avoid it, and could only let the light column swallow them.
"But, damn it!!"
At the last moment of his life, what flashed through his mind was the glorious scene of the Holy Land in the past.
But that picture was also like a bubble, fleeting, replaced by endless darkness.
As the energy beam finished its rampage, the Second Holy Land was completely reduced to a dead ruin, without any vitality or glory.
The Second Holy Land, destroyed!
This holy land, which had been passed down for tens of thousands of years, turned into ashes under Lu Chen's attack!
Lu Chen waved his hand, and countless netherworld magic beads flew out of the guardian's body and slowly rose into the air under the power of telekinesis.
Those magic beads were like a group of black fireflies pulled by invisible silk threads, and at first they were a bit panicked and disordered.
They collided and bounced in the air, making a slight crisp sound, but in an instant, they were neatly arranged under the arrangement of Lu Chen's powerful telekinesis, forming a square array of magic beads with flickering light.
The moment the telekinesis wrapped them, Lu Chen already had the number in his mind.
"More than 18 million..."
"Including the ones swallowed before, the Second Holy Land has nearly 20 million Netherworld Magic Beads!"
"After swallowing these Netherworld Magic Beads, only the First Holy Land will be left!"
He secretly calculated in his heart, and a touch of heat and determination flashed in his eyes.
Lu Chen looked around at the dead and silent ruins. The once glorious Second Holy Land was now only ruins, scorched earth and black smoke.
Those arrogant guardians in the past turned into minced meat residue, and the majestic monsters also disappeared.
In his eyes, such a tragic scene was just an inevitable preparation for dominating the road.
"The First Holy Land."
"The last place!"
He murmured to himself, and although his voice was light, it seemed to containA force of a thousand pounds.
Echoing in the magic fog, every word struck this ruined land, announcing the upcoming final battle.
"Just swallow the last netherworld magic bead belonging to the first holy land."
"Swallowing the sky magic fog, it will be mine soon!"
Lu Chen looked up at the sky, slowly clenched his fists, and the magic power around him surged, causing the surrounding magic fog to surge wildly, as if echoing the master's ambitions.
At this moment, the innate pressure on him became more and more intense, as if the devil had come to the world, wanting to completely conquer this world and rewrite the universe.
He no longer hesitated, suddenly opened his arms, palms forward, and the powerful telekinesis wrapped the more than 20 million netherworld magic beads, rushing towards him like a black torrent.
In an instant, the surrounding space seemed to be distorted by this majestic force, and the air emitted a "hissing" whistle. Before the magic bead approached, the powerful pressure had caused the broken bricks and tiles on the ground to float up and fly in disorder.
The moment the magic bead touched Lu Chen's body, his muscles were tense, and each muscle seemed to be cast in steel. A faint light appeared between the textures, just like the flashing of mysterious runes. It was the body's instinct to resist the impact of this surging energy.
The first wave of magic beads merged, like boiling molten steel pouring into the meridians, and the burning pain spread along the meridians in an instant. He frowned and squeezed out a low groan between his teeth.
The depths of his soul seemed to be pierced by thousands of steel needles, but his eyes were burning with a fiery and resolute fire, and he had no intention of retreating.
As more magic beads poured in, the light on his body became brighter, and the layers of halo spread like ripples, wrapping him in it. The halo flashed with electric light and runes wandered, just like a mysterious little world of its own, madly absorbing and taming this violent energy.
His body trembled slightly, and every tremor made the surrounding air "buzzing", the ground under his feet collapsed, and cracks scattered like spider webs.
The process of swallowing magic beads became deeper and deeper, and the magic power in his body was like a ignited gunpowder barrel, running wild and roaring, impacting his internal organs and bones, as if to tear his body from the inside out.
But Lu Chen had conquered more than 50 million netherworld magic beads, and had already tempered his soul to be extremely tough.
Time passed slowly, the torrent of magic beads gradually weakened, and sweat rolled down his skin, mixed with wisps of black breath.
After the last magic bead was integrated, Lu Chen suddenly raised his head and let out a long howl, which pierced through the magic fog.
The quake caused huge rocks in the distant mountains to roll down and the magic fog to roll and scatter.
Visible ripples appeared in the space around his body, as if he was reborn.
At this moment, his strength has surpassed the past cognition, his soul is as hard as iron, and his magic power is as vast as the abyss.
He has a deeper control over the rules of the world of Devouring Magic Fog, and can mobilize the power of heaven and earth with every move.
He has become the prototype of the master of this world of magic fog.
"The final goal, the first holy land!"