"Let's do it here!" 9527 said coldly.
A hundred meters in front of him, a distorted space suddenly stopped, and then Roger appeared there. He twisted his neck and turned back to look at 9527, saying, "I thought you were going to go further away, or was my feeling before wrong? Are you looking forward to fighting me? "
"It doesn't matter if I'm looking forward to it or not. It's just a mission," 9527 said. At the same time, he shook his hands and black flames surged out. In the blink of an eye, a black greatsword was formed in his hands.
Roger looked at 9527's black greatsword and asked curiously, "You are the third person I've fought … I don't know how to put it, but you are the third. The first person used a two-handed greataxe, the second person used a crescent gear, and you used a two-handed greatsword. I'm curious, your powers are similar, but why are your weapons so different?"
9527 snorted coldly and said, "No comment. Let's fight now!" As he spoke, black flames surged out of 9527's body. It almost instantly ignited a radius of ten feet from his body.
Roger looked at 9527's serious expression and sighed. He pulled out the western flower rapier from his waist and said regretfully, "What a pity. I wanted to talk to you for a while. You are the only one with your own consciousness, and you are also the strongest. Intermediate stage four? Too bad … you haven't overcome your inner demons, and you haven't formed your unique light of the soul. But I want to talk to you more. After all, I am very curious about you invaders. Where did you come from? What is your purpose? Do you … have dreams? "
"Dreams …"
9527 chewed on the two words and suddenly laughed ferociously. "That kind of thing … is just a childish dream! It's something that should be abandoned long ago! " As soon as he finished speaking, the black greatsword surged forward with boundless black flames. The huge power burned the ground and tore the sky. At this moment, the black flames burned up to a height of a thousand meters and pressed down on Roger like a black mountain.
Roger's face darkened. The western flower rapier in his hand was suddenly wrapped in a layer of black substance, and he blocked 9527's black greatsword with a backhand.
"Idiot, a human's dream … will never stop!"
"The sky … is splitting open!"
Whether it was the people in the ruins of the light pillar, the group of people outside the ruins, or even the surviving town, as well as a large number of aircraft and troops urgently mobilized by the military, they all saw with their own eyes that the sky was torn apart, along with the white light pillar. The thing that originally represented the shattered Truth of Civilization was torn apart in the battle between the two creatures. Then, the black flame and the space distortion stood opposite each other, forming a black and a distorted black. They intertwined and shot up to the sky. Under such a huge force, the atmosphere was torn apart, revealing the dark universe outside the atmosphere.
This was the power of a Tier 4 … To be more precise, this was the power of a Tier 4 Intermediate …
Roger and 9527 exchanged a blow, then both of them retreated at the same time. In the center of their exchange, a space distortion exploded, but it was wrapped in black flames. At this moment, the black flames seemed to be able to burn even space itself. It actually started burning the space distortion, but then, a layer of unknown black substance appeared on the space distortion and blocked the black flames. Then, there was a loud bang, and the space distortion and the black flames exploded at the same time. With this point as the center, everything within a thousand meters was caught in the explosion.
"What a rare flame. It actually has part of the characteristics of the Light of the Soul. It can even burn space, but this is clearly not the Light of the Soul …" Roger appeared at the edge of the explosion. He swung the flower rapier in his hand, flinging the black flames away. Then, the flames touched the rocks on the ground and started burning, as if they were not rocks, but some kind of fuel.
On the other side, 9527 also revealed himself, but he seemed to be in a much worse state than Roger. Other than the small cracks on his body, as if he was cut by countless small blades, there was also a small hole in his chest. The hole was as thick as a pinky finger, and it was so deep that the bone could be seen. It seemed that 9527 had been stabbed in the chest by Roger during the exchange just now.
However, 9527 waved his hand, and the black flames around him began to surge into his body. As they burned, his wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a few seconds, his wounds were completely healed, as if the fatal wound did not exist at all.
Roger saw this and his eyes lit up. He asked curiously, "What kind of technique is this? The black flames can heal your body? You did not have such a skill before … Tell me, you can try to delay me as much as possible. Otherwise, if the battle ends too quickly, the woman who ordered you will die when I return. You are also afraid that she will die, right? As for the comparison of our strength, I think you have already experienced it just now, right? Although it was not an overwhelming victory, to defeat you, it would not take me an hour. My previous estimation was wrong. You are actually only … early stage of the fourth rank, right? Even the early stage of the fourth rank is barely there. "
9527 was silent for a while, and finally said in a deep voice, "I am only at the early stage of the fourth rank. You are not wrong about that. Because the Light of the Soul is not complete, I will never be able to reach the middle stage of the fourth rank. If I reach the middle stage of the fourth rank, then I will die the moment I reach it, or be controlled by my inner demons … But the skills I used, including the black flames, the fire tornado, and the self-healing flames, are all self-created skills of the middle stage of the fourth rank. Based on this, you do not even have any self-created skills. It is just the application of some Overgod to strengthen the attributes of skills."
Roger didn't seem to mind at all. He asked curiously, "A mid-tier Tier 4 or even a high-tier Tier 4 self-created skill? In that case, all of you with demon wings are clones of a certain person? Is he your leader? I am looking forward to it. What kind of realm would a warrior of the fourth rank be? Right, one last question. How many of you are there? Do you not have a dream for each one of you? "
When 9527 was asked this, his shoulder with the number 9527 printed on it moved slightly, but his face darkened. He said in a deep voice, "You talk too much. Do you think you have victory in the bag? Do you really think I don't have any strength left to fight back? Yes, I'm only at the beginning of Tier 4, but this skill is real. I might not be able to use the strongest skill, and I might not even be able to use the second strongest skills. However, based on the memories I obtained, this skill alone is enough to kill you … "
9527 seemed to be extremely angry, but Roger was confused. He did not know how he angered this young man. The young man roared, and the black flames on his body began to surge out wildly. More and more, and more and more condensed, almost turning the land into a black sea of fire. It rose up to a height of a few hundred meters, almost a thousand meters. The black flames were so condensed that they seemed to have turned into a black liquid, flowing on the land. Only a few meters around Roger was blocked by a layer of distorted space, preventing the black flames from getting close. But in the blink of an eye, all he could see was the black flames. It was as if the whole world was covered by the black flames.
However, 9527 did not feel good in such a state. His body and appearance were aging at a speed visible to the naked eye. His hair turned from black to speckles, and his skin turned from glossy to dull. Later, it even began to loosen. In the blink of an eye, he turned from a young man to an uncle in his forties or fifties.
"I … have no dreams …"
"Since I was born, I have sunk into this dark, hellish world …"
"I, and the people I was born with, are dying over and over again …"
"To me, survival is more terrifying and bizarre than a nightmare. Even keeping my own consciousness is about to become a luxury …"
"Dreams? Can it make me feel better for a second? Can it let me continue to live? Can it protect all of us? No!! "
"I … have no dreams …"
"So!! Don't say those two words in front of me. It won't give me any comfort or touch, it will only make me … "
"Want to destroy it!"
"Violent Flame, Dark Prison Underworld Path!"
In an instant, the black flames changed. It was like a dark and deep path, pulling Roger into the deepest part of the black flames …
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