"It's fine as long as it's useful."
The man named Yezi leaned back in his chair and read a book. Without raising his head, he said, "Golden Dawn isn't a penitentiary."
"Then what is it?"
Lu Baiyan asked, "Destroying Heaven, causing the fall of Utopia, and stirring up trouble in Hell for so many years. What is it for?"
"Of course it's to destroy this world."
After Yezi clipped the bookmark, he closed the poetry book in his hand and calmly replied, "It literally means that every person, every place with people, and every person's achievements and works will be completely destroyed without leaving a trace."
This man, who could be said to be gentle and elegant, was narrating the most brutal words in the world. After a slight pause, he told him meaningfully, "However, before that, some people must face destruction first."
All the remnants of Utopia, all those who tried to reorganize Celestial genealogy and restore the past, must be destroyed and killed in the most complete way.
At all costs.
Just like Russell's determination.
If the two sides could still barely maintain a little bit of harmony in Hell in the past, then now, it was the most complete break.
In the depths of Hell, the two campuses under the jurisdiction of Ramanujan and Madam Chen had already started a fierce war with the rulers.
Soon, the Ivory Tower would also pay the price for its arrogance.
At this moment, following Yezi's words, pairs of blood-red eyes slowly opened in the carriage that was supposed to be carrying goods and wood.
The sleeping legion was awakened.
The solidifiers from the Golden Dawn could feel the killing intent that was gradually approaching.
At this moment, a scarlet circle suddenly appeared in the sky. Four rays of bloody light circled above the circle, and a small dot appeared in the center of the circle.
It was like a sniper rifle aiming at the train from afar.
The terrifying power at the border was slowly accumulating.
It looked down coldly.
— Dragon Summoning Flute.
This was the true war form of the Dragon Summoning Flute. As the world's largest Abyss Explorer, it was also the prototype of the ultra-deep Hell Strike weapon that Utopia had assembled on the eve of its fall.
But now, it was not in a hurry to deliver a destructive blow.
It was just a show of its existence.
To declare this indescribable anger to the traitors of the past.
"Look, they're looking at us."
Ye Zhi chuckled.
However, Lu Baiyan remained unmoved. Instead, he looked out the window at the mountains in the distance.
It was as if he could feel the resonance between the two wills.
"He's there."
Staring at that distant figure through countless dancing snowflakes and gusts of wind … Being able to see the tyrannical light behind the endless storm, his eyes were pierced by that sharp power, and blood vessels appeared.
"Is that Russell's sun? How dazzling … "
Lu Baiyan whispered.
"Yes," Ye Zhi said. "In the foreseeable future, it will shine brightly."
"No, he won't."
In that instant, the National Slayer Crown appeared above Lu Baiyan's head.
After seventy years of silence, the former Great Si Ming stared coldly at his descendant, his replacement.
The moment they looked at each other, the only thing that emerged from their hearts was the most straightforward and pure determination.
He said, "I'm going to kill him."
In that instant, on the mountains, the young man beside the bonfire seemed to have heard his words.
He smiled calmly.
His fingers that were hanging in front of his knees flicked slightly.
He sounded the note that lifted the curtain.
Therefore, the deviant ghosts crawling on the train raised their burning red eyes, as if they had sensed something, and stared at the raging snowstorm in front of them.
In the vast expanse of bleak whiteness, a fleeting shadow suddenly appeared.
Along the endless railway track, he was heading straight for the speeding train.
Step by step, it moved forward.
Under the windbreaker that danced in the snowstorm, the slender hand dragged a heavy sword, cutting through the wind and frost, causing sparks to fly as the iron blade and the frost rubbed against each other.
The train roared.
Amid the low sound of countless rails hitting each other, a high-pitched whistle burst forth.
On the roof of the train, the deviant ghosts with slender limbs like dwarfs began to wriggle. Vague and sharp sounds brewed in their throats. They swallowed their saliva before they hunted, waiting for someone to dare to climb on this train of death.
They competed with each other for the position at the front, and were ready to pounce.
Compared to the speeding train, the fleeting shadow was so slow. But when it took a step, its footprints seemed to shatter the ice and snow, branding the stones and iron under the flying snow.
Then, from the sound of the wind, the screams, and the roar of the train, a clear sound suddenly rang out.
It sounded like the vibrating strings of a zither.
It was the low hum of the sword blade cutting through the flying snow and wind. The Mountain Lord hissed silently, gnashing its teeth and sucking blood. From the cage, its scarlet eyes stared at the prey in front of it.
In the driver's seat, the driver who had turned into a zombie widened his eyes in a daze, feeling the contradiction and conflict between the predetermined order and reality.
Right at the front of the track, the person who suddenly appeared raised the heavy sword in his hand and aimed at the speeding train in front of him.
— Slash!
In an instant, a high heat swept over, as if there was lava flowing and gathering on the sword blade, melting all the insignificant flying snow and ice. The sword pierced through the storm, and the moment it broke free from the shackles, it violently destroyed everything in front of it.
A violent shock burst out.
The terrifying train full of hell creatures collided with the sword blade. What was set off was not a loud bang or a roar, but a sad and sad sound of a zither!
A song for the wanderer!
The Song of the Wanderer, a classic that had once been written for the Gypsies, was being played from the blade of the sword at this moment.
Under the torn hood, Yuan Yuan raised her eyes, and a blazing light burst out from her eyes.
The black totems that were originally hidden under the thin clothes were rapidly expanding, spreading, and climbing up her face, making her pretty and quiet cheeks become cold and solemn.
The moment the sound of the zither rang out, the divine mark that had been dormant in her bloodline also awakened, causing the originally pitch-black lines to turn crimson. They grew rapidly, even breaking out of her physical body, and the projection of a slender and curved horn appeared on her forehead.
Divine Mark – Qiu Niu!
A fragment peeled off from the flowing dragon vein in the land of Eastern Xia, and crowned as the Divine Mark formed by the descendants of the dragon. With the never-ending melody of the world and the sound of all things as the carrier, it appeared in the mortal world!
At this moment, accompanied by the melody of the sword, a long dragon's roar emerged from the zither's song, shaking the world in front of her and shattering all the insignificant things into dust.
The train shook violently, and the terrifying waves spread out. The blazing wind swallowed the flying deviant ghosts, and in an instant, they were turned into ashes.
And the speeding train was also derailed by this sword. It swerved from its original path and staggered into the rugged ice field, brushing past Yuan Yuan.
Starting from the front of the train, a huge crack appeared on the body of the train, and quickly spread with the advancement of the sword blade. Like a giant beast whose abdomen had been cut open, a thick and pungent blood gushed out, leaving a red mark that quickly spread across the pale white ice field.
Many carriages toppled and rolled, and countless debris flew out from the broken carriages.
In the shaking, the tattooed man suddenly raised his hand, and a muffled chant came from behind his cracked face. The originally tilted carriage was suspended in the air by an invisible force, and slowly fell to the ground.
Outside the carriage, Yuan Yuan raised her hand and pulled off her cumbersome windbreaker, revealing a slim white shirt.
Her long hair tied into a ponytail fluttered in the snow wind.
It was like a flag.
"Just take it as a greeting."
She asked calmly, "Can you please stop hiding from now on?"
In this way, she raised the sword in her hand toward the deviant ghosts and Cadaveric Dogs climbing out of the countless trains. In the reflection of the sword blade, Mountain King, who had been freed from the shackles, grinned and roared silently.
Different from the gentle melody of the past, under the blessing of Qiu Niu's Divine Mark, the performance on the sword blade at this moment became vast and magnificent. The illusory emotions in the zither music transformed into real power, and as she rushed forward, the power was tyrannical.
In this way, in an instant, she turned into a whistling meteorite, easily breaking the outer shell of the carriage, and broke into the darkness, bringing with her burning flames.
Sweeping!
Leaving a circular trajectory in the darkness, she cut all the opponents in front of her at the waist!
But once again, a shrill cry came from the wind.
The sword blade was raised, and the steel collided.
Outside the broken carriage, the falling light illuminated the attacker.
"It's actually a woman?"
The knight, who was covered in heavy armor, raised his head, holding a halberd and a large shield in his hands, and sneered mockingly, "I didn't expect that such a powerful woman could be cultivated in the present realm …"
In his hand, the pitch-black shield was once engraved with the symbol of the Eye of Nightmare, but the former emblem had been torn apart and pierced through by a slash.
This was the emblem of a betrayer.
A former member of the Eye of Nightmare, many of the solidifiers who pursued power and threw themselves into the abyss.
— Kumar, who was exiled.
"Sorry, the main character doesn't seem to have time to deal with you for the time being."
He raised his halberd, and Scarlet Eyes mocked, "How about playing with me … But, you won't mind if there are more people, right?"
As he spoke, pairs of crimson eyes appeared in the carriage behind him.
The armored knights walked out of the darkness. On their blood-stained cloaks, the emblem of the sword cross had long turned pitch-black. Their solemn armor was covered in rust.
The Knights of the Sacred Heart, who had all fallen in the Eastern Expedition of Hell, reappeared in the world in such an ugly state.
Everyone froze, completely crazy from the erosion of the abyss.
They had long fallen into monsters. Other than killing and fighting, they had no other pursuits …
"Come, little girl."
Under the helmet, Kumar's scar curved with a sinister smile. "I will treat you well –"
What answered him was the sound of steel.
In an instant, she crossed a long distance.
Mountain King Thrust!
Like a hot knife through butter, she tore apart his halberd, shield, armor, and even helmet.
Then, she skillfully chopped off his head!
The corpse fell, and blood spurted out.
Yuan Yuan stepped over the corpse expressionlessly and walked towards the knights who were advancing like a forest. She only coldly gave her final evaluation.
"Too much nonsense …"
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