Capítulo 949: Chapter 349: Shadowbringers 3
However, feeling the changes in the city behind her, the Hero curved her lips, without a hint of fear or regret in her heart.
The citizens’ figures dissipated, turning into small, bright, and warm dots of light.
The Elf Rabbits embraced these Lights of Soul, running strenuously within the beams of light, heading towards that deep and unknown far end of the Heavenly Abyss.
“The Rabbit Hole is open! Everyone has set off!” Seeing this scene, Alice cheered, but her expression quickly turned anxious, “But the tunnel is too long! At this rate——”
“Alice.” The Hero did not turn back, just turned her face slightly, calmly interrupting Alice’s words.
“——You should set off too.”
Alice’s sapphire blue eyes widened, montarily stunned.
“The reason you want to beco Alice, isn’t it actually because you hope to leave your mark in this world?”
The Hero looked into the distance below the city, the countless scales of dragon beasts already clearly visible, yet a faint smile appeared on her lips.
The Fantasy Species were extrely rare, and Alice was a special case among them, perhaps there wasn’t a second Succubus like her in the world.
The reason the Wandering Theater could use the Nightmare Sage from Alien Machinery City as bait for nightmares was probably because it had this unique collection, so it was not interested in other nightmares.
“The end of the Rabbit Hole is the Reincarnation Realm… although it sounds a bit cruel, but such a cute existence like you, even reincarnation would show you rcy.” The Hero’s voice was gentle, “As long as you reach there, your existence can be inherited by soone.”
“So, even without , or another girl sacrificing, a new Alice will surely be born in this world.”
“…What about you?” Alice asked softly.
“Don’t worry about , even if I can’t defeat, I have a way to leave.” The Hero smiled.
This was not her boasting, after all, the theater’s interference had been severed, and there was a Dusk Fairy on the Land of Dead Dreams responding.
As long as others successfully evacuate, she could leave anyti by activating Returning Star.
But still, she hoped to witness the last mont personally.
After receiving the Hero’s response, Alice no longer hesitated. She gazed deeply at the Hero for a mont, then raised her hand and waved gently:
“Then… Alice shall also set off.
“Thank you, Alice, goodbye.”
With the soft words falling, that small blonde figure vanished traceless from the Hero’s Perception.
Now that the blockade was broken, Alice, as a Fantasy Species, could clearly escape the theater more easily than other souls.
The Hero also breathed a sigh of relief, preparing to leap off the city wall to counterattack the Dragon Tide.
But just as she stepped forward, the world froze again. An endless pressure released ubiquitously, like an invisible and colossal hand, pinning everything in place.
The girl’s movent ca to an abrupt halt.
[Theater of the Wandering Country activated skill: chanical Divine (LV95 10D Charm*9.77)]
D63114 = 46171
[Default success (Deviations 1wR8, 2wR8 , 4wR9-, 6wR9)]
‘Again!?’ The Depraved Hero exclaid inwardly, and the Hero’s pupils contracted.
The power of the Divine Domain of the theater, to restart so quickly, surpassed her expectations even though she was already familiar with this Wandering Country.
However, she quickly realized sothing was wrong.
“No, this is a replay—it’s the reappearance of that historical chanical Divine!
“Taking advantage of the replay timing to forcibly start the second ti!”
In that case, this second descent is no longer targeted at herself—
The Hero, realizing this in an instant, quickly looked up towards the far horizon.
Even from this distance, appearing to be smaller than a sesa seed, the Hero precisely captured it—that was her ntor’s figure.
The Martial Monk, eyes closed, palms together, sat immobile in the vast sky, his expression solemn.
Compared to before, the single garnt on her ntor was tattered, and there were a few shocking bloodstains on his bald head, yet it did not show signs of being heavily injured.
Around him, countless black threads like evil vines erged from the void, trying to entwine him but always failing to breach within three feet of him.
But before the Hero could breathe a sigh of relief, the earth suddenly shook.
Unlike the sky chasm she had cleaved, a massive Abyssal fissure opened on the ground beneath the Martial Monk in the distant land.
The Hero’s gaze pierced through the swirling dust, her pupils shuddering at the ergence of that presence, her body involuntarily tensing.
Although witnessing it for the first ti, instinct told the Hero the na of that existence.
——The Ancient Dragon King of the Mountains.
The aged Ancient Dragon, weathered through millions of years, raised its mountain-like dragon head from the earth abyss, roaring to the heavens.
Yet in that imnse dragon roar, there was no violence, only endless pain and lant.
And what truly made the Hero’s heart tremble was not the ancient powerful Dragon Might, but the black threads of concept, pouring from the sky like a waterfall of clouds.
A number greater than those surrounding the Martial Monk by billions, the endless black threads bypassed the ntor, falling in the frozen world, constantly rushing towards the Ancient Dragon King.
The Martial Monk suddenly opened his eyes, watching the struggling and gradually weakening Ancient Dragon King.
The next mont, without any hesitation, he forsook his sitting posture, charging forth like an arrow released, unhesitantly heading towards the Ancient Dragon King.
His Iron Fist swung out.
——But the target of that Iron Fist was not the Ancient Dragon King, but the cascade of destiny threads.
“Master——!?”
The Hero couldn’t help but exclaim in shock.
‘This bald guy is an idiot! No wonder he died so miserably!’ The Depraved Hero also cursed angrily.
Even the Ancient Dragon King apparently did not foresee the Martial Monk’s action, its struggle paused montarily, but soon it resud its effort, resisting the erosion of destiny threads.
However, being able to resist interference alone does not an being able to save others from tornt.
Although the ntor’s gallant aid did indeed slow down the pace of the Dragon being devoured, as the threads continuously descended, their resistance gradually beca powerless, eventually being engulfed in the endless black torrent.
Despite the Hero’s desire to aid, with the Dragon Tide ahead and the Imperial Capital behind, she was stuck between a rock and a hard place, unable to move as she watched this scene unfold.
Ultimately, the figures of the Ancient Dragon King and Martial Monk were completely swallowed, the black threads woven into a cocoon occupying half the horizon.
Then, the drumbeat announcing the end echoed.
[This is the absolute singularity; the God of this one mont]
[Apocalypse Walker: Evil Dragon Ancient Emperor descends]
[LV(78~96, base 4)]
D11 4 78=(9)=91
[Evil Dragon Ancient Emperor (Incomplete) R9- LV91]
Strength: 652 | Agility: 387 | Constitution: 968 | Intelligence: 367 | Perception: 459 | Charm: 479
Divine Power (HP): 46171
→☆→☆→☆→✧←★←★←★←
[chanical Divine]
Upon usage, the level of the Wandering Theater is adjusted to the opponent’s level (cap of 99), conducting corresponding attribute judgnts based on the opponent’s actions. During judgnt, rank 1D, i.e., 90 level as 10D, attribute*(Intelligence/100 2).
Upon successful judgnt, summon a character of corresponding rank, the character receives = judgnt number of HP, and all actions receive a base, and dispel all enemy buffs.
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