frightfiction Chapter 775 Bring it to you
Chapter 775 Bring it to you
Mahakala gradually dissolved, and Elbon fought for himself.
Before his death, he wanted to see his followers.
But he felt that everything was illusory, including himself. Erler even yearned for the kind of life bestowed by Confucian saints on Western gods...living towards death.
"What a pity, you can't." Erler looked at Changshengtian with a miserable smile.
The broken Book of Canaan, with only a few pieces of paper left.
Changshengtian has returned to human form and looks at Erle bitterly.
"I didn't expect that after such a fight, we could still have a good talk." The figures of the two people were slowly disappearing.
Changshengtian does not have the skill of "rebirth towards death".
If anything, he would like to die this way.
"But I have to say, your spell is really cruel. Is it really unsolvable?"
After hearing what Changshengtian said, Erle laughed and said, "What kind of spell is absolutely unsolvable? Even if it is the sacred contract in the last game, I think you Eastern saints have already found a way to crack it."
When a man is about to die, his words are good, and that is what happened to Erler at this moment.
Eller's death curse is just an extremely powerful magical power.
The key still lies in his own divine power. If Changshengtian becomes powerful to another extent, this death curse will be like paper and can be torn apart easily.
At this point, no matter how much I say, it’s useless. This wave is really...
Unexpected.
Changshengtian originally wanted to take this opportunity to sever his ties with the Eastern pantheon.
Unexpectedly, this backfired and tied him tightly to the East.
Even died for the East.
"Eastern Summoner, isn't this Saint worthy of your farewell?"
In the end, Changshengtian turned his gaze to Su Ming.
As he said at the beginning, let the world judge right and wrong, merits and demerits.
What he is doing now is enough to explain too many things.
The corners of Su Ming's mouth trembled, and he cupped his hands and shouted respectfully.
"Where immortality lies, destiny rests. Rest in peace, old ancestor."
"Ancestor, rest in peace."
The Chinese people bowed collectively to bid farewell to this sage ancestor.
I thought that everything would be quiet from then on, waiting for the saint to completely disappear.
Unexpectedly, Changshengtian had a trick up his sleeve and suddenly showed his power.
"Lord of Canaan, the West is doomed. Since you have stopped in time, you should be a good person to the end." Changshengtian made a final attack and dug a crystal clear object out of Erler's forehead: "Take it!"
Erler was warned in advance, and when he saw his holy title being deducted, he hesitated to speak.
Oh, never mind, just take it.
We're all going to die anyway, so it might as well let this legacy continue.
"My name is El. All things come into being with a single thought. That far-flung and boundless land, Canaan, is my true name..."
"Everything is over, but I still firmly believe that everything will start over again."
As the incomplete holy status fell into Changshengtian's hands, Eler completely dissipated.
Sadly, because of his so-called "treason", no one in the West came to see him off. Instead, in the East, thunderous applause broke out across China.
At this point, Changshengtian held three pieces of holy fragments in his hands.
Add your own piece.
Damu, who was off the field, was particularly sensitive and knew what Chang Shengtian was going to do.
"Hmph, shameful." Dam was angry and secretly cursed the saint.
I thought that since Eldu was dead, it wouldn't affect the cause and effect of the saints.
However, the next second, a bolt of lightning struck.
Dam: I...
Didn’t they all die? Why does this cause and effect still exist?
How could he know that if he was not the head of the West, he would have been struck to death by this bolt of lightning.
What Dam didn't know was that this thunder was struck by Su Ming.
Su Ming respectfully sent Changshengtian off, and Changshengtian was also at the last moment.
Refine the holy nature of the four saints who appeared in this arena into lotus hearts.
As if following some kind of instruction, he threw it towards the Heavenly Gate.
This completes the entire ceremony.
The Three Saints of the West passed away, the Saint of the East passed away, and Genghis Khan passed away, and his people didn’t even have the chance to see them off.
"finished?"
The great Genghis Khan single-handedly cut off the Western Shinto.
His achievements are so great that they shine brightly without the need for anyone to tell them about them.
Looking at the holy light lingering in Tianmen, Su Ming had a premonition of something.
The first thought that came to my mind was: I feel unworthy of it.
The West has thoroughly sensed the scent of decline. The arena is empty, with no one on the field. This should be a draw.
Soon the Valkyrie descended from the sky, wielding a sacred staff.
"The ninth match of the Holy Arena has ended. The Eastern Saint has taken away the Three Western Saints. No one has left the arena alive. According to the ruling of the Holy Order, this match is declared a draw."
The scoring screen popped up and the score remained unchanged, still 5/0.
It was a draw, and the fight was so exciting that the ring was almost overturned.
The result was a draw.
Many people think that they are fighting for nothing, and only a small number of people know about it.
Su Ming is the biggest winner.
Unknown divine territory.
Hunaber and others have completely understood that under the manipulation of some mysterious force, Su Ming's rise is unstoppable, and they are just stepping stones.
“I thought our seriousness and hard work could change something.”
Hunab looked through the Mayan calendar again and shook his head helplessly.
"In the next battle, you and I should all find our own way out."
Even the leader Hunab said this, and Jehovah felt nervous.
But he considered himself to be no less than Hunaber, something he could not change.
I, the first saint of the three religions, may be able to do it.
Jehovah finally said in a deep voice: "Hunaber, the variable you can't see is the zero in the score."
"If I go down next, do you think we can achieve a breakthrough from 0?"
As soon as these words were spoken, all the saints around looked at him in shock.
Ahura and Azathoth also looked at this God differently.
The atmosphere was like this, and Jehovah grinned and said, "Well... that,"
"I was just kidding."
All Saints: Is this funny?
"That's all. Get ready for the tenth battle. The next battle of fate is crucial. You guys can do whatever you want."
Hunaber didn't want to say more, as his show had already been booked.
Once it's his turn, he won't hesitate.
In the next game, the East will choose first, so there will be more options.
……
"It's too late to mourn Changshengtian. The tenth match of the sacred arena."
“It’s about to start.”
While everyone was still full of hope, Su Ming was facing a life-and-death situation.
Just as everyone thought, before Changshengtian died, he collected four pieces of broken holy stones and finally left them to him.
In the so-called draw, the biggest winner was indeed Su Ming.
Even in the last game, he only gained three holy grids.
With the incomplete essences of seven saints gathered together, he was confident of impacting the seventh petal of the golden flower of the Great Dao.
With only ten minutes between each round of competition, Su Ming could no longer hold back.
"Mister Valkyrie, I will ask for your help in ten minutes."
If there is no special request, the competition will continue directly.
But Su Ming wanted to use these ten minutes to break the seventh petal of the golden flower.