That was not a power that could be brought about by a miracle.
Instead, it was an out-and-out disaster.
It was as if the crystallization of the abyss had appeared here.
As the demonic dragon's ferocious outline unfolded, a pitch-black torrent swept towards the weak Golden Dream, engulfing everything and turning everything into ashes.
Everything was killed in an instant, but everything was rebuilt in an instant.
In the terrifying pain, Harley Quinn gritted his teeth and tried not to let out any whimpers. Isabella was already unable to carry out her self-torture and fainted in the convulsions.
But even in shock, the Stigmata did not retreat at all.
It still turned into a pillar that supported the existence of the Golden Dream.
The high-pitched soprano did not stop. With her soul, everything was rebuilt from the self-destruction, so that the story of Spartacus could continue.
Pan Delong clenched his fists tightly and allowed the mask to burn to ashes in the terrifying heat. His broken face looked like a skeleton.
But his stooped body was standing straight at this moment.
"I won't let you leave this place, Huai Shi." He gritted his teeth and roared with his head raised, "Even old bones won't admit defeat so easily. Don't be delusional!"
Facing the demonic dragon's surprise attack head-on, under the power of the troupe, everything began to be rebuilt at an accelerated speed.
Tall buildings rose from the ruins.
Everything was rebuilt.
Turning this dream into a cage, firmly binding them within.
And at that moment, a wail of destruction appeared on the shell of the Golden Dream.
Pan Delong's body suddenly shook, and he spat out his broken internal organs. He looked back with difficulty.
Unbelievable.
There was a sound of collapse.
From the outside.
.
.
The long escape finally came to an end.
With a sudden slash, the cracked truck finally lost control and smashed into the ruins under the tower.
From among them, a driver in a sorry state crawled out with difficulty and wanted to get up.
But the back of his hand was stepped on by an iron boot.
Then, just as he raised his head, he was kicked away.
He rolled on the ground in a sorry state.
"How did Leonard, the son of the Red Dragon, fall to such a state?"
In front of him, the old 'Asura' lowered his eyes. He could no longer bear the ugly state of his former disciple's dying struggle.
The disciple that he had once placed high hopes on, the heir that he had painstakingly nurtured, the future captain of the Eye of Nightmares … had now become like this.
It was just a setback, just a curse …
Everything changed beyond recognition.
Lose everything.
They had even chosen the most extreme betrayal — they had ransacked the treasury of the Eye of Nightmare and stolen the treasures that were supposed to be handed over to the ruler, Eve Litt, causing the entire battle group to suffer unprecedented humiliation.
It was so disappointing …
Ai Fuli walked closer, raised his sword and pointed it at his heart. "Raymond, do you have anything else to say?"
"No more."
Raymond sighed. "I really can't think of anything to say to make you let me go … Can you do me a favor on account of my magnanimity and let me fulfill my last wish? I'll go to the Eye of Nightmare to eat, drink, gamble, and have fun. When I come back, I'll go to the Eye of Nightmare to meet my death. How about that?"
Of course, it was nothing much.
In that instant, the blade pierced through Raymond's chest.
There was no longer any warmth.
But then, black blood spurted out from it. There were also rotten and deformed internal organs, as well as countless wisps of dark aura.
It was as if he had broken the jar that held the calamity.
The corruption within flowed out.
It revealed a ferocious and ugly appearance …
It was impossible to imagine that that was the shape of human internal organs. Tumors, deformities, and countless tiny vicious eyes flowing in them …
Under the seemingly healthy and ordinary appearance, the inside had already been degenerated to an unimaginable extent. The terrifying curse that penetrated deep into his bones was lodged in it, causing him to fall to the bottom of the abyss …
The blood and water that was almost blasphemous was eroding the land of hell, causing the air to become highly toxic and smelly.
It also stunned Ai Fuli on the spot.
He was stunned.
Unbelievable.
At that moment, broken chains suddenly rose from the ruins and wrapped around Ai Fuli's body, binding him in an instant.
He could not move!
This was a trap set by a scheming person.
After a long period of preparation, this moment had finally arrived.
"I'm sorry, teacher. I scared you."
On the ground, Raymond helplessly reached out his hand and held up his deformed internal organs. He wanted to put them back into his body, but those internal organs seemed to have their own will and squirmed, not listening to his control at all.
"It's very difficult to live on, teacher." He gave up on his actions in frustration. "You see, every month, changing internal organs is a huge expense …"
"Where's the Stoneheart?"
Ai Fuli's eyes widened and he roared angrily in the shackles, "Answer me, Leonard, where did the Stoneheart that you stole go?"
"This is really … a long story."
Raymond showed a self-deprecating smile.
Behind him, there was a sudden roar. It was the earth and rocks rising in the ruins, and there were countless sounds of steel rubbing against each other. It was as if an incredible miracle had appeared in the dying bones, transforming into a form beyond imagination …
"Just like what you know, teacher."
Raymond looked into his teacher's eyes and told him, "Cursed by the element of destruction, even with the Stoneheart, only one of me and my dragon could live."
"So, I was thinking … since it was going to die anyway, why couldn't the one who died be me?"
That man said calmly.
"So, I saved it."
In the low voice, the ruined Dragonrider truck that was originally riddled with holes suddenly fell apart.
But under the truck frame, the hidden huge alloy skeleton and countless huge instruments that looked like internal organs closed with a bang, bursting with dazzling electric light.
It was just like rebirth.
The wings made of alloy spread out, and the scorching sun-like light shone from its eyes.
From the dust that filled the sky, the Red Dragon that had already died once again revealed its huge outline from hell with the help of steel.
"I'll f * cking kill you, old thing!" The voice that had been residing in the flail in the past sounded again, its mouth fragrant. "Are you surprised? Are you surprised?"
The dust was blown away by the storm.
After getting rid of the cumbersome truck shell, the newly born steel dragon grinned and cast a huge shadow that covered the sky.
After combining the remains of the Red Dragon and the Stoneheart of the Abyss, more than six Ivory Tower project teams spent four project cycles around it, using the most extravagant methods and the most cutting-edge technology to finally recreate it.
Named after the legendary chariot that humans offered to the God of Sky and Thunder, the real 'Gordium' reappeared here!
— Chariot of Fate, Mechanical God Summoning!
Now, in front of the huge mechanical dragon's chest, layers of armor unfolded, revealing the huge weapon buried deep in the shell, and the 'Sun of Origin' that was lit up after all the Origin Substances were poured in.
"Teacher, this time, I won."
A blazing stream of light gushed out.
Victory and defeat had been decided …
If it wasn't for the fact that the cannon body wasn't facing Iverson at all, but rather the huge tower behind him …
In an instant, a dazzling stream of light whizzed out, penetrating the sky of the Village of Dusk from bottom to top.
It penetrated into the center of the tower.
It tore apart the golden dream that shrouded there, violently digging out a fatal gap.
It cut off the foundation that the golden palace relied on from the outside …
This was the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Then, in the cracked theater, a violent silhouette rose, spreading destruction, descending to end, revealing a deep brilliance that stung the eyes.
Disaster, breaking out of the cage!
Raymond was stunned in place.
After a long time, he couldn't help but laugh at himself.
"Even putting out a fire can't keep up with the heat … Forty to sixty is probably referring to me, right?"
A shattering sound came from Iverson's body.
The shackles were broken.
Asura walked out of the fragments unscathed, but after using up all the Origin Substances, the Chariot of Fate also fell into hibernation, unable to move.
It no longer had the power to fight back.
But the old man's face was hideous and terrifying.
He was so angry.
"What are you doing, Leonard?"
Iverson held the heavy sword and stepped forward, angrily questioning, "Are you pitying me? Or am I so old that I can't be your opponent? "
"I'm just working, Teacher."
Raymond replied calmly, "I'm just carrying out my duty. For a mercenary, it's not something difficult to understand, right?
When necessary, even if you have to give up your life, you have to complete the employer's mission. Isn't this the principle that the Eye of Nightmare is proud of? "
"Traitor, don't talk about the Eye of Nightmare's principle, Leonard," Iverson retorted indifferently. "Who can you fool with such an excuse?"
"I just want to do something meaningful, that's all."
Leonard raised his eyes and looked behind Iverson. "Besides, under the premise that their lives are not in danger … who wouldn't like to make more money?"
There, the sound of heavy footsteps could be heard.
Forster, the chief engineer from the Iron Crystal Constellation, revealed his existence. He held an ancient double-barreled shotgun in his hand and looked down from above.
"Mr. Iverson, can you move the sword away from our driver's neck?"
The old man with stubble on his face asked, "Although I don't know how 'Raymond' offended you, the Eye of Nightmare shouldn't do anything against your employer's orders, right?"
He emphasized the pronunciation of Raymond's name.
A faint killing intent flowed out of the pitch-black barrel.
"You're so slow, Chief Engineer." Raymond finally heaved a sigh of relief and could not help but complain, "I almost died. Even if you don't care about my life, you have to care about the loan I owe you, right?"
"I should have been able to come earlier, but I was knocked out by a cup of tea from some old bastard. I had no choice."
Forster scratched his messy hair with a helpless expression.
But his eyes were fixed on Iverson.
Iverson did not move.
He just stared at the student in front of him.
"You've become weak, Raymond," he said coldly.
He said coldly, "Placing your life on someone else's rescue is too unwise … You could have killed me."
"Spare me, teacher."
Raymond sighed. "I haven't done murder and arson for a long time. Why should I force a piece of trash who doesn't have much time left to do such a cruel thing?"
"Even if I'll kill you here?"
When he asked this, Iverson's expression did not change. He did not care that his vital parts were exposed in front of the Chief Engineer.
"Then there's nothing I can do."
Raymond laughed self-deprecatingly. "If it was in the past, I might have done so. But people have to grow, right?
Why should a person who can die at any time care about where he dies? "
"Five years ago, when I was about to die, I realized that I had nothing in my life other than following orders and killing and arson. So, I thought, at least before I die, I should do something meaningful … Do something right. "
He raised his eyes and told such a teacher.
"In that case, it won't be a pity to die."
"…"
In the long silence, Asura stared at his student. He felt as if he was looking at an idiot. His disappointment was indescribable.
"It's too stupid and ridiculous." He asked with pity, "Leonard, do people like you also yearn for salvation?"
"In fact, I'm not that stupid."
Raymond shrugged awkwardly. "But there's no rule that says we can't find the meaning of life, right?"
In the silence, the hovering blade slowly lifted.
Iverson took a step back.
He was still expressionless.
It was hard to tell whether he was mocking or despising. He just glanced at the student in front of him indifferently and finally told him, "Then enjoy the last of your stupid life, because there's not much left."
That was how he said goodbye.
Iverson turned and left.
When the teacher's figure disappeared at the end of the line of sight, Raymond finally lost the strength to support his body and fell on his back.
Severe dizziness hit him.
In a trance, he vaguely saw the flash on the tower in the distance.
He couldn't help but chuckle softly.
"Come on, long-haired big brother … My loan depends on you."
He carried the bet voucher exchanged with all his savings.
Raymond fell into a deep sleep.
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