The End of the World: At the beginning, I seized the SSS-level superpower

"Don't you want me to die here in battle?" asked the Book King.

Zhao Yin said seriously: "Zhao Yin hopes that my foster father will live forever and protect the human race forever."

"Are you afraid that without me, the king, on the Ninth Battlefield, your life will become more difficult? Or are you afraid that your adoptive father will die?"

There was an inexplicable complexity in the eyes of the writer king.

"Everyone is afraid." Zhao Yin said.

In the wind and snow, the old man and the young boy looked at each other.

At this moment, this pair of strangers, father and son, seemed to have a sense of kinship slowly spreading in each other's hearts.

Sometimes, an encounter, an accident, may be a lifetime.

Maybe we cannot be together for a lifetime, but our relationship is destined to be engraved in our souls and remembered forever.

After a while, the old man sighed: "I'm scared too!"

"Godfather is afraid too?"

"I am also afraid that there is one less king in the Black Armor. I am afraid that you will lose your foster father and from now on, no one will guide you."

Zhao Yin was silent, thinking about what the old man had just said.

My adoptive father hopes that today's king will be the Zhao Yin of tomorrow!

Zhao Yin didn't know if he could do it, but the old man was fighting for him today, so he couldn't ignore it.

The path chosen by the old man happened to be the opposite of Zhao Yin's.

The Book King gave his all to ignite the fire of hope for the human race and persevered for thousands of years.

Zhao Yin’s past and present lives combined are less than thirty years old.

His heart and blood have long been cold, he no longer has any ambitions, he just wants to be alone...

Zhao Yin didn't know why an old man who had lived for ten thousand years cared so much about him.

But he felt the old man's genuine concern.

At this moment, in Zhao Yin's eyes, the old man was like a mountain, majestic and full of security.

A yearning quietly grew in his heart...

In the wind and snow, the two were silent.

After a while, the old man said kindly: "Go, child, the next battle is not for you to participate in."

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the king-level potential pill fell back into Zhao Yin's hands.

"My father's body cannot bear such a precious treasure."

"Godfather, are you short of life?" Zhao Yin asked.

"It's the accumulated old injuries!"

He spoke lightly and as soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand and collected all the supplies that Zhao Yin had presented as a tribute.

Then slowly close your eyes.

Continue to carefully absorb the energy within the amethyst.

Zhao Yin understood that the king who wrote the book was not going to speak again, so he stopped disturbing him.

The old man came across the border despite his busy schedule, and he was seriously injured.

Fighting for his adopted son.

How could Zhao Yin really just walk away?

For a long time, Zhao Yin was indifferent because no one had ever been so kind to him.

Even if someone is loyal to him, it's because he was the first to protect him...

The writer, the king, does not ask for anything in return. Although he holds a high position and has great power, he is willing to give everything for him!

Zhao Yin returned to the core of the world.

Everyone in Gwangju City is now in the second life space.

Zhao Yin's eyes swept across the core of the world, except for the contracted beast group.

There are also Song Xiaodao, Zhou Lili, the corpse demon Zhang Jie, Ah Hai's family of three, Lu Ling, Ye Zang, Shen Lisui, Niu Feng, Hong Kai...

As well as soldiers like Zhao Dehai, the evolvers who were taken in at the beginning, and the elderly group...

Liu Zifan and five thousand other soldiers...

Zhao Yin’s gaze finally fell on the strongest person Bai Wei...!

All the people and contracted beasts, corpse demons, and zombie kings...

No one can fight alongside the old man when the four-winged angel descends!

Zhao Yin felt bitter.

Previously, the leader of the angel tribe used a demigod-level wood scroll, and too much vitality was drained from Song Xiaodao and others and the group of contracted beasts.

Even though a huge amount of healing potions and blue beast meat had been used, all the people and their contracted beasts were still very weak.

"Zhao Yin, what's going on? I heard from Lu Ling that a human king has arrived?"

Song Xiaodao's face was still pale and she spoke weakly. She slowly walked up to Zhao Yin.

At this moment, all the core members of Zhao Yin's team looked over.

Zhao Yin nodded and briefly recounted the decision of the king.

"Is the old man's injury really serious?" A hint of worry appeared in Zhou Lili's big eyes.

For those who are injured, it is difficult to recover with healing potions below SSS level.

Perhaps millions of years ago, humans had healing potions above SSS level.

But now, if it could still be obtained, the Book King would not drag his injured body across the border.

Zhao Yin understood that the old man was too badly injured and he was not sure if he could really drive away a four-winged angel.

"Is there any other way to help my foster father?"

Zhao Yin frowned and thought hard.

His eyes looked outside the oasis, into the wasteland.

In the demonic Jianmu forest, the ancestor's incarnation still stood there quietly.

At this time, a group of newbies built a nest at the feet of the avatar of the ancient spirit and kept singing to him.

The singing voice can be transmitted to the second clone through the soul of the first clone...

The current strength of the clone of the ancestor is definitely enough to fight alongside the Book King.

It’s a pity that he is rooted in the core of the world and cannot leave.

“We cannot let my foster father fight alone. If he is defeated, even if it means destroying this oasis and exposing the core of the world to the angels… we must lead the four-winged angel here!”

The level of the four-winged angel was too difficult for Zhao Yin to guess.

He wasn't sure he'd be able to keep it.

Once the other party returns to the angel clan, he will face a catastrophic disaster!

If the core of the world was seized by aliens, Zhao Yin would not only lose his shelter, he also felt that if this world recognized him as the master, he would be implicated...

There is also King Mo, the old man also relies on the core of the world to survive.

What will happen then?

"But if we don't bring in the four-winged angel, what else can we do?"

Zhao Yin was thinking hard and didn't have time to rest.

He began to sort out the spoils.

[Cross Sword: SS grade, type Angel Clan exclusive equipment! Sturdiness 15000! Attack 8500, additional effect: consumes the power of light, activates sword energy attack, and increases attack power by 120%! Note: Cannot be used by those who are not of Angel Clan bloodline! ]

Perhaps it is because the Cross Sword is the standard equipment of the angel race. For endless years, humans have long understood that although it is not a human thing, the Eye of God can read the information.

However, after reading it, Zhao Yin was immediately disappointed.

Neither humans nor macaques can use such a powerful weapon.

A total of 397 cross swords survived.

Zhao Yin took out a sword and held it in his hand. He used a little bit of supernatural power, and suddenly felt a burning sensation in his palm...

Zhao Yin immediately understood that it was the angelic divine pattern on the sword that was causing trouble. As soon as the extraordinary power of the human race came into contact with it, it seemed to have triggered some kind of rules within the sword, causing the burning of the light rules...

The power of an extraordinary weapon mainly depends on the forging process and the rune engraving.

Even if Zhao Yin could forcibly destroy the identity of the angel clan, this cross sword would be useless.

Zhao Yin put down his sword and checked the other spoils.

Especially the space bracelet of the angel leader, Zhao Yin checked it three times in a row.

There is no demigod-level scroll he wants!

Not a single one.

There were only a few palm-sized pieces of God Base, more than a hundred God Base coins, three hundred thousand purple crystal coins, and thirteen palm-sized pieces of God Base fragments.

In addition, there is a lot of roasted unknown flesh and blood!

Zhao Yin immediately understood what it was and abandoned them all, burying Song Xiaodao in the wasteland outside the oasis.