The Twilight of the Gods was finally coming to an end.
At the moment when the gods of the main universe were about to fall, the gods and demons from the higher dimensions were all focused on one player.
The battle between Feng Bujue and Infinite had become a battle that crossed two dimensions, a battle that decided the fate of countless people, deities, and demons.
Victory or defeat.
It would bring the two worlds … to two completely different futures.
In this kind of tense and suffocating atmosphere, I feel that … we should talk to both sides …
Let's take a look at the other things that have not been settled yet …
…
Let's take a look at the Kingdom of the Dead …
In the main hall of the imperial city, three people were standing side by side in front of the throne.
The three of them were Ruo Yu, Gu Xiao Ling, and An Yueqin.
At this time, the people from Phantom Church had already left. They still had many things to deal with. The Count of Script and Dianli Wang had returned to the Detective Club. They still had to prepare for the new era. As for Formless Demon, ZERO's Mirror Puppet … she had already left without saying goodbye.
The only ones left in the palace, other than the new Spirit King on the throne, were the three players from Underworld Frontline.
"Then … let us begin."
After communicating with the players, Fu Ling stood up. She raised her right hand and grabbed in the air … In the blink of an eye, a longsword with a skull engraved on the hilt appeared in her hand.
The next second, Ruo Yu, Xiao Ling, and Hua Jian stepped forward and knelt on one knee. They lowered their heads slightly.
Of course, they were not going to propose to Fu Ling, and they were not going to confess their sins. They … were waiting for the "conferment."
"The Kingdom of the Dead, the undying will." Fu Ling raised the [Sacred Sword of Necromancy] in front of her chest respectfully and announced solemnly, "The ceremony of conferment shall be witnessed by all."
At this point, Fu Ling turned her body slightly and looked at Ruo Yu on her left. "I, in the name of Spirit King, confer [Like Rain] …" As she spoke, she slowly and steadily raised the sword and used the back of the sword to touch the back of Ruo Yu's neck and shoulders. "… the name of the Undead Knight."
When the word "name" came out of her mouth, a hazy white light enveloped Rainy's body. At the same time, a "cape" with shoulder armor appeared behind her back.
It was a set of bone-colored pauldrons, and the cloak on the back was pure white with silver edges. In the middle of the cloak, there was a special crystal emblem … This was the symbol of Fu Ling, the new "Spirit King". Its shape was like a broken rose made from broken human bones.
"The oath of conferment shall be witnessed by all." Ruo Yu also raised her head and said her "Knight's Proclamation." With this, the short conferment ceremony was completed.
To make a long story short, after using the same method to confer the title of Knight to Xiao Ling and Hua Jian, Fu Ling put away her sword and returned to her throne.
Then, with a smile, she said to the three players, "My knights, please rise."
The three beauties heard this and sighed in relief. They stood up together.
"From today onwards, you are the Three Undead Knights that I, the Spirit King, personally conferred." Two seconds later, Fu Ling continued, "As long as you are in the main universe, no matter how far away you are, you can use the name of Knight to borrow the power of the Undead. All the Heroic Spirits of the past generations of the kingdom will be your support. "
After the ceremony was over, Fu Ling did not need to talk to them seriously anymore. She did not like to talk too much. Even though she had become a 'new god', she still liked to talk too much most of the time.
"Hehe …" Xiao Ling seemed to be quite fond of this' knight title '. She smiled and replied, "My king is mighty. In the future, when I go out as a' Bone Knight ', I will use your title directly."
[Bone] was Xiao Ling's special codename as a Knight. All Undead Knights would have their own codenames. Naturally, Rainy and Hanajian also had their own codenames. They were [Rain] and [Flower] respectively. Most of the Undead Knights' codenames were a single word or phrase, and this word or phrase also hinted at the 'ability' that they could use.
"I also believe that the three of you …" Fu Ling nodded and replied, "will not disgrace this honor."
After saying that, Fu Ling seemed to be reminded of something. She immediately added, "By the way, where is Feng Bujue now? With his contribution, I can even confer him the title of Crown Prince. "
"He still has something to do. I'm afraid he will have to come back to visit the Spirit King in the future," Ruo Yu replied.
"Hmm … Alright then," Fu Ling replied. Looking at her eyes, she seemed to be rather disappointed.
"But …" Ruo Yu immediately added, "He has arranged for someone, and he hopes that you can keep him by your side."
"Oh?" Fu Ling's face was filled with confusion. "You travelers from another world can't stay in this world for long, right? How is this person going to stay?"
"The person who is going to stay is not a traveler from another world like us." At this time, Hua Jian took over the topic. She took out something from her inventory. "It's … him."
Then, she activated the magatama in her hand.
In a split second, a tall red figure suddenly appeared and stood proudly in front of the throne.
When Fu Ling saw this uninvited guest, her expression changed instantly. Because with just one glance, she could sense an incredible power from this person …
"Is this the new Spirit King?" The Blood Corpse God was not a polite person (let's call him a person for the time being). The moment he appeared, he sized Fu Ling up and commented, "As expected of the person who killed Soul Snatcher. You have a pretty good aura."
"Who are you?" Fu Ling looked at him rather nervously and asked, "How come I have never known … that there is someone like you in the main universe?"
"That kind of thing … I will slowly discuss it with you in the future." The Blood Corpse God still had his own way of doing things. "After all, I will be staying with you for a long time."
"Why are you staying with me?" Fu Ling asked.
"To be your hired thug," the Blood Corpse God replied.
"You?" When Fu Ling heard that, she was curious. "You … will be my 'hired thug'?" It was not that she doubted the Blood Corpse God's ability, but she felt that … as a 'hired thug', his combat power was too high …
"That was Feng Bujue's idea." The Blood Corpse God spread out his hands and said, "Of course, I do not mind … On one hand, I need a bigger space to train. On the other hand, in the process of fighting for you, I can 'eat freely'." When talking about food, he laughed. "Hehe … speaking of which, do you have any prisoners that are waiting to be executed? I happen to be hungry. "
Seeing the Blood Corpse God's expression and hearing his words, Fu Ling, the Spirit King, could not help but feel a little confused.
"Lord Spirit King." Xiao Ling saw her hesitation and said, "Please do not worry, the Blood Corpse God is trustworthy. Letting him stay here is indeed our leader's idea. " She paused, then said, "Now that you have just ascended to the throne, your foundation is not stable yet. The kingdom's combat power has been greatly reduced, and everything is still to be settled. Under these circumstances, the Blood Corpse God can take the place of the 'Nine Necromancers', and fight for you to stabilize the kingdom."
"Yes …" Hua Jian added with a smile. "After all, his goal is to eat his opponent after the battle … Staying here with you is undoubtedly a win-win situation."
"Hmm …" Fu Ling thought about it, and felt that they made sense. No matter what, Feng Bujue would not send the Blood Corpse God to usurp the throne. If he really wanted to do that … he would not have helped her ascend to the throne in the first place. "Alright, since it is Feng Bujue's idea …" She turned to look at the Blood Corpse God. "I have no reason to reject such a strong warrior."
…
At the same time, in the Mirror World.
This world that was made up of black and white had now become grey.
The sky, the abyss, the path of cinnabar, the sun, the moon, and even the light and shadow … all became grey.
The Mirror Demon was dead.
The Mirror Realm had become an empty shell that had lost its owner.
The demonic energy that was as vast as the ocean rushed out from the broken Six Closed Mirror and filled the empty shell.
Meng Jingchan collapsed on the gray path, facing the sky … and lit a cigarette for himself.
He was still alive, but his injuries were so serious that he could not sit up on his own.
"You b * stard …" Brother Zen took a puff of the cigarette and looked up at the gray sky. "Now I know why you apologized to us."
Indeed … before Phantom Dawn attacked the Mirror Demon, why did he apologize to his four teammates? The reason was because he knew the attack from [Judgment's Left Hand] would not only kill the Mirror Demon, but it would also kill him. The energy that leaked out from the attack would also engulf the people around him and deal a devastating blow to them.
"And that Understanding Death …" Meng Jingchan paused for a few seconds before adding, "He said that he had given up the responsibility of being the leader, but … before he died, he risked his life to help me take the fatal blow. Ha …" He laughed bitterly. "Obviously, he planned to keep me, his last hope, alive to continue the competition."
Soon, Brother Zen finished the cigarette.
The pain that coursed through his body did not ease. "Ah … In any case, I need to figure out a way to deal with the fractures in the key parts of my body, or else I won't be able to get up …"
With that in mind, he gritted his teeth and tried to turn over.
"Don't waste your energy." But at that moment, an unfamiliar voice entered Brother Zen's ears.
At that moment, Meng Jingchan's heart … sank to the bottom of the valley.
His instinct told him that the visitor was not friendly.
"Sigh … Let me guess …" Meng Jingchan looked at the strange figure in the hood who stood next to him and asked with a sigh, "Did Feng Bujue send you here?"
"Bingo." Duo Ma looked down at Meng Jingchan and said calmly.
"You're here to kill me?" Meng Jingchan asked again.
"He did tell me … that when I came to this mirror world, I might run into one or two people who were on the verge of death," Duo Ma said. "From the looks of it now … you are the only one, right?"
"Phew …" Meng Jingchan sighed. It looked like he had accepted his fate. "I really can't do anything about that person … His plan is flawless, and he doesn't even give others a chance to breathe. In a way …" He lit another cigarette for himself. "That kind of man … is so cold and charming, isn't he?"
"Are these your last words?" Duo Ma did not want to talk too much with Brother Zen. After all, they were not familiar with each other.
"Fufu …" Meng Jingchan blew out a smoke ring and said, "My dear friend … How about you let me know before I die?"
He did not raise any substantial questions in this sentence, but … Duo Ma understood what he meant.
"My name … Duo Ma." Duo Ma stretched out his hand and pointed at Meng Jingchan. "The God of Eternal Life." A purple light gradually condensed on his fingertips. "After receiving this' Gift of the Six Closed Mirrors', it won't take long for me to become … the strongest god in this world!"
After he finished speaking, a purple light appeared.
The energy beam that Duo Ma released easily hit Meng Jingchan's head. The latter died immediately and turned into white light.
Then, Duo Ma took off the hood of his jacket, revealing his Frieza (yes, he looked like that) face.
"Feng Bujue …" Duo Ma opened his arms and held his head high. The demonic aura that filled the sky quickly gathered towards him. The scene was like a wild dragon swallowing the clouds, mighty and mighty. He was even mumbling, "You … really found me a good place."
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