Everything was over.
When Irin left the Singularity, he felt like he was in a dream.
A dream that did not seem real.
His journey across regions began with Miriam, and ended with Miriam as well.
It was as if nothing had changed.
This was not a trial of a trial. There was no beginning, no return, only an end.
Irin did not receive any apparent improvement, nor did he receive any rewards. It was as if nothing had changed.
But one thing Yi Lin was very clear about was that someone had stayed there forever.
When Irin opened his eyes again.
It was pitch black in front of him.
His body was still burning with a bloody light.
The bloody light dispelled the darkness around him, allowing Irin to barely distinguish that he was in an empty underground cave.
"Whoosh —"
There was a cave above his head. Turbulent water flowed down like a waterfall.
His experience in Uruk had only been a few days, but so many things had happened that Irin felt as if months had passed.
He recalled that he had been sucked into the Singularity by a door.
Irin felt a sharp pain in his chest.
There was a rusty chain on his chest that pierced through him.
If it was before, he would not have been able to recognize this chain.
But after the battle in Uruk, Irin used the bloody light on his body to spend a few seconds to identify the unique pattern on the rusty chain.
He recognized it.
"It's Enkidu!?"
Irin's face was expressionless as he smashed the chain on his chest with his palm.
At this moment, the chain did not contain any magic power. It seemed to be just a rusty chain that could easily cause tetanus.
After breaking the chain, the wound on Irin's chest quickly healed.
In addition to the chain under Irin's feet, there were six other chains in the darkness that extended into the depths of the darkness.
But there was no one at the end of the chain.
Not even a corpse.
Irin took a deep breath.
He felt a slight pain in his chest.
It must be the pain from the wound.
Following the chain, Irin came to the depths of the darkness.
In this empty underground cave, there was no other sound except for Irin's breathing and the sound of flowing water behind him.
It was quiet, dead, and barren.
At the source of the chain, there was a skeleton.
A complete skeleton.
The skeleton was covered with a fine layer of powder.
In the powder, there was a faint rusty color. It was a weathered armor.
Around the skeleton, there were green vines and moss covering the bones.
This complete skeleton was fixed in a posture with its hands raised and its legs deeply pressed down, as if it was carrying something on its shoulders before it died.
Every part of the skeleton was covered with cracks..
This skeleton had been broken long ago.
When he was alive, it had already been broken.
But it still maintained its complete appearance.
Yi Lin opened her mouth and was speechless.
Bits and pieces of his experience in the Singularity flashed through his mind.
After calming down, Yi Lin quietly sorted out his thoughts and gradually understood everything.
Everything, everything, everything.
So much so that the words of Gilgamesh, with a sneer and a joking tone, still lingered in his ears.
…
"Of course I know. It's just a god."
…
"Humans will win in the end!"
…
"Please witness the future of Uruk with your own eyes."
…
"Our will will bring the true dawn for future generations!"
…
"You said that you will bring us victory!"
…
"Uruk will be here forever!"
…
In the silence.
Irin suddenly showed a relieved smile.
"Rest in peace, Gilgamesh."
Irin finished.
The strong and stubborn skeleton seemed to have understood Yi Lin's words in an instant. The skeleton trembled slightly and turned into vegetarian powder that scattered down.
Irin struck out with his palm, and the ground under his feet cracked open to form a pit.
Yi Lin buried the handful of soil, the bone powder all over the ground, and the remains of the Heaven Lock into the pit without leaving a single thing behind.
Gilgamesh and Enki were good friends when they were alive.
Irin buried them together, which fulfilled one of Gilgamesh's wishes.
"What's there to be proud of? Who couldn't see that you and Enki had a good relationship?"
Irin glanced again. The pit closed, and only a lonely mound was left.
Irin complained in a low voice in front of the graves of Gilgamesh and the Heaven Lock, Enki.
In the end, Gilgamesh single-handedly took down a city.
He resisted the falling force of the Sky Palace with his human body and protected the remaining women and children inside.
This was the "fire seed" that Gilgamesh mentioned.
His actions left a precious fire seed for the future five thousand years later.
After five thousand years, the human race flourished again.
"It's not enough."
The current human race was not enough.
Irin murmured after burying Gilgamesh's bones.
He finally understood who the real enemy of mankind was.
He also understood what the real disaster that this world was about to face was.
The Horseman of the Apocalypse was just the beginning.
The Apocalypse did not mean the end.
Just as Irin was silently mourning in front of the grave.
There was a commotion in the sky above the cave.
A group of people slipped into the cave from the turbulent lake.
Among them, there were a few who were particularly powerful. Their bodies flickered with magic light as they floated down.
There was a woman with a black cat standing on her shoulder.
When they came to the grave, the black cat on the woman's shoulder let out a sharp cry.
In addition to the woman and the black cat, there was also an acquaintance of Irin who came to this cave.
To say that he was familiar, he was actually not that familiar.
One of the monarchs of the Clock Tower … Bathermero!
He was still a teenager.
But the expression between his eyebrows made him look old.
Except for them.
There were also two old men whose magic aura was comparable to Bathermero.
Four monarchs!
The rest of the people who came here were all wearing clean magician robes.
It was easy to recognize from the texture on their clothes that this group of magicians was not low-level.
Among them, there were even a few "color rank" magicians.
"How are you still alive!"
The moment Bathermero saw Irin, he was also surprised and slapped his hands on the wheelchair, his voice trembling.
This was impossible!
Impossible!
Once the plan succeeded, everyone who entered the singularity would die!
Everyone would become nutrients for the Holy Grail, allowing the real Holy Grail to be born!
The Holy Grail, the Holy Grail!
This was the treasure that many magicians pursued all their lives.
But now it was gone!
If someone could come out of there alive, it meant that the ritual had failed!
"Shh."
Irin was still in the state of [Bloodthirsty Disaster] skill.
He gently raised an index finger and stood by his mouth.
"Keep your voice down, don't disturb them."
After a short period of shock.
The others reacted.
They were all "insiders" in this plan.
Even if it failed, so what?
At worst, they could just do it again!
Except for Bathermero, everyone else could afford to wait!
But Irin's reaction made them feel a little strange.
Irin's expression did not seem to be bluffing.
Disturb them?
Disturb who?
Who are you trying to scare here!
"You –"
On the side, there was a magician who had been unhappy with Yi Lin for a long time. He had repeatedly glared at Yi Lin in the library, and at the same time, acted as a surveillance. Just as he angrily pointed at Yi Lin and said a word loudly, he stopped abruptly.
He could not say the rest of the words.
Irin, who was supposed to be standing in front of the grave, had appeared behind that person at some point in time.
"Crack."
Irin easily broke his neck.
"It's too noisy."
Irin laughed.
His three attributes had all reached the level of breaking locks.
He was a magician, but when his strength and agility reached a certain level, his performance in close combat was also terrifying.
It could be said that.
He was now both a spirit, strength, and agility side.
The current Irin could be called "Polygon Warrior Ling."
He watched helplessly as a high-level magician knelt on the ground because his neck was broken. This scene made everyone present feel their scalps go numb.
Only then did everyone remember one thing.
Something that they had neglected but was very important.
Irin had stayed in the Clock Tower for a little too long.
How long had it been?
It had been so long that everyone, including Bathermero, only remembered that Irin was a little black magician who was not proficient in his skills.
However, they had forgotten that Irin was a fiend that all the guild giants were terrified of and did not dare to provoke in their own territory!
That was the guild leader of the Apocalypse Guild!
Irin lowered his voice and raised his eyelids. There was no emotion in his eyes. He looked at the monarch Bathermero in the wheelchair, who looked like an old man with one foot in the grave, and slowly raised his palm. "I have one last question."
The monarch Bathermero, whose eyes were empty, raised his head blankly. He pursed his lips tightly and did not say a word.
"Bathermero G. Dylan … What does the middle name, G, mean?"
Bathermero was still silent.
"Ghost?"
Bathermero's eyes fluctuated.
"Understood."
Irin nodded indifferently. A square and a round light array appeared on his wrists.
The light array in Irin's hand condensed into a long saber-shaped light shadow.
Irin struck out with his palm.
Bathermero and his wheelchair were split into two halves in shock.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Among the magicians, there were people who witnessed this cruel scene.
Although they were proficient in various types of magic, they were still lacking when it came to cruelty.
Magicians who grew up in the Clock Tower had seen too much blood and fire, sorrow and worry, so their hearts were weak.
Someone couldn't hold it in anymore.
With a flick of his hands, he fired two [Psychic Bullets] at the Irin.
Biubiubiu — —
The two telekinetic bullets were aimed accurately, but in the end, they bounced off Irin's forehead.
Humans are creatures of conformity.
Someone had made a move. The others suddenly realized that they couldn't just sit and wait for death. Thus, a strange scene appeared in the cave.
A group of people desperately shook their fingers, chanted spells, and shot randomly at Irin.
But they seemed to have forgotten that in addition to the basic curse magic, [Psychic Bullets], they knew more magic.
"Why did you use the curse magic?"
Irin felt the dead skin on his forehead getting more and more full. He sighed helplessly.
He walked past the magicians like a ghost. One by one, their heads exploded from the neck, then flew high and fell heavily.
The strange black cat was so scared that its pupils turned round. It turned around and ran away.
"You don't think I didn't notice that you are the monarch's true body, do you?"
Irin had the Revolver of Destruction on his back. He shot out and slammed the cat into the wall of the cave, turning it into a pile of cat-shaped flesh.
The scene was a bit cruel.
The prompt of obtaining chaos points crazily flashed in front of Irin's eyes.
It went crazy.
Kill!
Kill!
Kill …
Kill.
Although Irin wasn't proficient in many magic tricks, he was too familiar with the magician's set. Even for an Overlord, a certain amount of preparation was required before activating a magic spell. Yi Lin had just seen the other party raise his finger, and before the magic seal could even be flashed, it was immediately extinguished, not giving the other party a chance to use a big move.
49 seconds later.
Irin's eyes were filled with broken corpses.
"Phew –"
Looking at the corpses on the ground, Irin let out a long sigh.
At this point.
The duration of [Bloodthirsty Disaster] was almost over.
It's been hard on you to send yourselves here.
Thank you very much.
Irin was grateful. He pushed the corpses to the edge of the cave and let them rot over the years.
He should have noticed that something was wrong with Bathermero.
Irin had a thought called "regret" in his heart.
But sometimes, people had to experience it first before they could understand what was going on. They had to connect the causes and effects and figure everything out.
In the Clock Tower's library, there were many stories of ancient families.
Only the Erinsberg family was not mentioned.
Among the many types of magic, there was a rare magic trick with a low success rate.
"Soul Transfer Magic."
This kind of magic was able to transfer one's soul and consciousness to another body at great cost.
Sounded awesome, didn't it?
But the price was that as the number of transfers increased, the soul would gradually weaken, and it would be tortured by illness all day long. When it died, it would be countless times more miserable than dying of old age.
The monarch Bathermero was very likely an ancestor of the Erinsberg family.
His fanatical persistence had made him hibernate until now and set up everything.
But was it really just persistence?
Irin didn't think so.
Before Bathermero died, he didn't resist at all.
It seemed that the failure of the Holy Grail summoning ritual had made him disheartened.
Irin speculated that maybe if he didn't kill him, he wouldn't live long without the Holy Grail.
The death of Miriam, the destruction of Uruk, the passing of five thousand years, Irin's depression from everything he had experienced in the past few days, eased a lot with these 49 seconds of torture.
He looked back at the graves of the two. Irin didn't plan to stay here for too long and was ready to leave.
But at this moment.
A sudden change occurred.
When he raised his head, he suddenly found that the lake water that was surging down from above his head had been dyed with a strange silver glow.
A beam of light stole over the lake waterfall above his head and projected down, reflecting a layer of bright silver on the dark underground cave.
This silver light was like a metallic luster. In addition to being especially bright, it also faintly revealed a murderous aura like that of a peerless divine weapon.
Irin was surprised and puzzled.
That silver light made his heart palpitate, and he rose to his feet.
Tap, tap, tap.
From the darkness came the sound of two people's footsteps.
Two figures walked out of the darkness.
The sound of their footsteps, one light and one heavy, one deep and one shallow.
As the two walked towards the silver light, their figures gradually became clearer.
One of them was a blonde woman wearing a simple black dress. She wore an exquisite butterfly mask on her face.
The other one was a man with white shoulder-length hair and an infuriating smile on his face. The man was wearing an exquisite magician's robe. The style of the robe was not unique to the Clock Tower. He followed behind the woman. The two of them seemed to treat Irin, who had a strong presence, as invisible as they walked straight towards the silver light beam.
"Chi —"
That was the moment the woman approached.
The hair on Yi Lin's body stood on end.
An ice-cold chill rushed from head to toe, making Irin feel as if he was soaked in ice water for a moment.
No, to be more precise, Yi Lin felt that the moment the woman approached him, he suddenly had the misconception that he was walking barefoot in a sea of swords. There was not a single part of his skin that was intact, and he was enduring the binding and whipping of countless blades and steel whips.
"Who are you?"
In surprise, Irin raised his hand.
Now, he had a murderous aura and would not refuse anyone.
The woman seemed to be unaware and took a few steps towards the silver light beam.
"Uh, let's talk nicely. Nice to meet you. I'm Merlin, I'm not a bad person … Ouch, it's too late."
The man who called himself Merlin showed a friendly smile and was about to smooth things over when he suddenly covered his face.
The blonde woman wearing the butterfly mask suddenly pulled out a sword.
A sword that was completely black.
On the sword, a pitch-black aurora silently condensed.
From drawing the sword to condensing the black aurora, the blonde woman's movements were very fast, without the slightest hesitation.
It was as if Yi Lin had killed the magicians. It was a matter of course and justified.
The woman's sword fell.
The pitch-black aurora instantly pierced through Irin's chest.
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