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Chapter 13 The Vampire Sacred Artifact Ghost Lamp

Black cracks appeared in the raging flames, and what fell was an ancient long cross sword engraved with mysterious patterns. Grand Duke Cyr grabbed the cross sword with his hand, and the flames on it also spread up. He was like Like the ghosts and gods from hell resurrected, it was also like the arrival of the God of Fire. He came in an instant with a huge sound of wind that broke the air and could tear eardrums, and struck down a sword that didn't even have time to sound.

Ang couldn't be said to be calm, he just moved his body slightly, the air seemed extremely thick, and the world seemed extremely slow in his eyes.

It was as if the world had been displaced. The sword that was supposed to hit the target missed, but the next moment the flames on the sword formed air waves and spread out.

Ang's silver hair could feel the licks of flames, and half of his body was dyed red by the heat of the flames. Ang just smiled slightly, and the next moment he appeared silently not far behind Archduke Xier. , Huo Lang failed again.

There was no surprise in Grand Duke Xi's eyes, and he didn't even have time to sigh for this, because he knew that at this moment, time was not standing in his direction.

Time has become a great enemy, and those who control time in this life are their enemies at this time.

As a mystic who prefers magic, meditation is like breathing for him. A huge bell appears in his spiritual sea, and the ringing of the bell in his ears reminds him of the flow of time.

Holding the cross sword in hand, infinite flames burst out. His flames became extremely viscous, and even the space was distorted by the speed.

A final low sigh came to his ears, and the helpless voice made him feel a little emotional as the matter was urgent.

"No one will remember things that are dead, and things that no one remembers are just as dead. What we do is to engrave the world's impression of us. All our desires will be engraved in time, but what you desire Can it really bring you something and be engraved in this time?"

The folding knife cut through the sea of ​​​​fire and sank into the heart of Archduke Sir.

Ang stood on the edge of Stark Tower, quietly looking at the old archduke and old friend who looked like a demon in the flames. There were no many emotions rising in his heart, only a helpless sigh.

Grand Duke Xi's mouth moved cowardly a few times, but in the end he said nothing. His heart was also very calm. Sure enough, even if Ang was not allowed to approach him, would this be the result? It is really sad, the sadness of a powerful person facing time. , which made him feel a little disappointed.

But he smiled. He was originally begging for death, and his plan would eventually come true.

"Although I lost, at least I won."

This old prince from England, the leader of the exorcists, is an extremely noble existence in both the mysterious world and reality. At this moment, he clearly feels the passing of life. The corner of his lips curls up, and he is absorbed in his own flames. For the sake of the charred ashes, only one thing was left to fall, and the crisp sound was masked by the burning sound of the flames.

But Ang would not ignore it, but he had to retreat.

The flame left by Archduke Xier was completely out of control, burning everything crazily. Even the protection formed by the energy of the space gem seemed extremely fragile at this moment, constantly being burned and becoming the nourishment of the flame.

Ang stopped time and his eyes were a little heavy. He knew a little about space gems and even got some energy samples. He deeply understood one thing, that is, space gems are not a power that can break the rules. But at this moment, under the burning of this flame, he could not resist.

The space door in the sky slowly closed.

In the city, Moses and Howard, who were solving some missing fish, looked at the space door in the sky closing. Moses looked at the sky and said, "Ang's movements are really fast."

But looking at the burning flames, he felt a little uneasy, always feeling that something was going to happen.

"It's a pity that the current timeline has become extremely confusing and it is impossible to see what will happen. Otherwise, why would we become so passive?"

Moses sighed.

As a prophet, he lost his most important weapon, which undoubtedly made him feel a little uneasy.

Howard said, "After all, prophecy is just a foreshadowing and possibility, and it does not mean that it will definitely happen. So you don't have to worry too much, sage. The prophet has made enough predictions in this war, and even gathered the Holy See and Are these two forces, the Exorcists, here to maintain order in the world? It is enough to keep nn confined to New York."

"I'm not bothered by this at all. The mission of the Prophet is to give early warning. It's just that the world is changing too fast, and I, a stale person, can't do anything in the end."

Moses just sighed helplessly.

Then his body began to bloom with white light, and finally turned into light particles floating in the air, and disappeared into nothingness the next moment.

On the roof of Stark Tower, where time stagnated, countless white light particles suddenly poured out and converged into Moses' body, completely ignoring Ang's time stasis.

If it is a rule that time is frozen, preventing the fire from coming, but not allowing anything to come close, then Moses predicted that his existence would appear here and engraved this result in the future.

Being able to do this proves that the two of them are worthy of being called demigods.

"You're here, but it seems you're late."

Ang's voice sounded normal, and his speaking speed did not slow down due to time, but perhaps it was also because he did not apply his own speech spirit to his voice, so that the voice could propagate normally, but he could speak normally in this field he created. But he was not the only one, Moses' voice appeared silently in his mind.

"It's too late, Syl has already awakened that thing."

Although Moses is also frozen in time, he can predict what Ang will say in the future, and then engrave his words in Ang's mind. This is an extremely profound use of prophecy. If Ang is time, Then what Moses controls is destiny.

Ang sighed and said, "Yes, I am awakened. After all, I don't understand my old friend."

The ghost lamp in the flame was burning. Under the flame carrying the power of space, it gradually melted. At the same time, a hazy mist spread, making even the flame unreal.

In an unknown space, the will of the gods that was once attached to Pan suddenly changed, and countless negative energies emerged from it. The power collected by Pan was constantly changing the entire space at this moment.

The concept of death continued to evolve, eventually forming a small place of the dead, full of a sense of destruction.

A huge chaotic-colored cocoon slowly appeared, becoming the remaining remains of the will of the gods.

Suddenly, a strange aura spread in, and the boundaries around the space continued to blur, as if they were merging with something.

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