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

"Three strikes! Is that enough?"

The king who wrote the book conveyed his voice with his spirit, and his voice was vicissitudes and calm.

"If you don't die after three strikes, I'll let you take the king's head back to claim the credit!"

The spine of a god is the strongest bone in a god's body.

Plus the book king's ten thousand years of obsession...

Such a sacrifice in exchange for three strikes!

It will be earth-shattering!

This is also the last step that the Book King can take now...

The writer, the king, still holds the map of the world tightly in his hands, and writes quickly with a vigorous and murderous tone!

Kill!

Suddenly, the ocean of gold rules that had just dissipated rolled together again.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a sword.

The blade was like a mountain, lying between heaven and earth, shining brightly, like the sun in the sky, falling towards the earth.

The aura is exactly the same as the giant sword just now!

Then, there was another force of wood rules...

With the boundary map as the center, it spreads out in all directions...as if the entire world, endless wood elements, are gathering towards Zhongzhou.

In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a scarlet flower bud, standing shoulder to shoulder with the huge sword!

The bud slowly bloomed, revealing a big mouth full of fangs and flowing scarlet red...

This is not over yet, there are also fire rules that are spreading rapidly...

Eventually it turned into a volcano!

At this moment, all living beings on the earth felt that the ground was shaking.

The endless sea, transformed into billions of miles of glaciers, slowly cracked...

I don’t know how many icebergs collapsed at this moment!

The roar echoed throughout the world and spread across space...

At this moment, no one knew what was happening, and all human bases activated their city-protecting treasures.

All the metal, wood, and fire psychics found that they could no longer communicate with the three elements...

Above Zhongzhou.

One knife, one flower, one mountain...completely formed.

At this moment, the high temperature coming from the volcano rapidly melted the glaciers throughout Zhongzhou.

Throughout the land of Zhongzhou, the vitality of the wood-type red flowers caused the moist soil to rapidly produce young plant buds...

And then it was destroyed by the gold rules...

As the King of Scriptures waved the map of the world, a knife, a mountain, a flower...

Rumble!

They left one after another, and the terrifying murderous intent filled the entire world.

The sword came down first, with dazzling golden light, like a big sun, as if it had cut through the sky and the earth.

At this moment, Jia Lan's eyes were full of sarcasm.

"You want to kill a four-winged angel with three strikes? If you humans can really do it, why did you end up in this situation?"

Jia Lan looked at the huge knife coming towards him and still sneered.

He suddenly took out something, which was a human head.

The head of a middle-aged man was left behind, with his eyes closed, as if he had been dead for many years.

But there was still bright red blood flowing along the broken neck...

"King of Tarzan?"

When the writer king saw the head, his expression also fluctuated.

That was the eighth battlefield, the last king of the Red Armor Army.

Four thousand years ago, in that final battle, no news was heard from...

As the oldest king in the Ninth Battlefield, King Shuzhe had met King Taishan several times.

Although they are busy with each other and rarely see each other for thousands of years, they have the same beliefs and can communicate with each other for thousands of years.

The Book King has always been hoping that the King of Taishan is not dead.

Maybe one day, he will lead the Red Armor back and fight for the human race again...

At this moment, a hint of scarlet appeared in the eyes of the writer king.

He finally confirmed that the King of Taishan would never return.

The King of Mount Tai represents the complete decline of a great battlefield and the withering of the Red Armor Army...

From now on, there will be no more King of Mount Tai, and no more Red Armor in this world!

Jia Lan opened his mouth, and his handsome face suddenly twisted, revealing a mouth full of fangs.

He swallowed the head of the King of Taishan into his mouth and chewed it.

In front of the Book King, he swallowed the head of another human king.

As he chewed, bright red blood and hair flowed out from between his teeth...

The king who wrote the book trembled all over.

He was too badly injured to be a match for the four-winged angel. All he could rely on now was the world map.

At this moment, the old man was floating in the night sky, and the wind and snow messed up his white hair.

No one knows what kind of turmoil is stirring in the old man's heart beneath his calm appearance.

Perhaps over the past ten thousand years, I have experienced too much sadness, and have seen too much life and death, too much prosperity, too much decline, too much rise and death...

His mind had long been half flesh and half stone, half human and half god.

Seemingly flawless...

When the giant knife slashed towards Jia Lan's head, a powerful blood energy flowed along his palm and quickly poured into the broken cross sword in his hand.

The next moment, flesh and blood spread out from the gap of the broken sword, as if life was growing.

The broken divine patterns also condensed again.

At the moment when the tip of the broken sword grew out, it flew out of Jia Lan's hand, headed towards the sky, and chopped down the giant sword.

The next moment, the broken sword disintegrated on its own and rapidly withered. Jia Lan used the head of a human king to make up for the incomplete semi-artifact, but also destroyed it.

Countless divine patterns emerged from the broken cross sword and transformed into phantoms...

One of them did not have angel wings.

It was none other than the King of Mount Tai!

Thousands and thousands of phantom angels pounced towards the giant golden sword.

puff!

The first angel shadow was instantly shattered by the golden giant sword, and at the same time, a rule on the giant sword was annihilated...

After each angel shadow was chopped into pieces, a golden rule dissipated from the blade...

As the shadows disappeared one after another, the power of the golden giant sword had been mostly wiped out...

In an instant, only one human shadow was left, the King of Taishan!

"Thai!"

He was wearing blood-red armor, his features were lifelike, and he made silent sounds.

The writer king was shocked, and his soul was clearly aware of it.

The King of Mount Tai is still as full of fighting spirit as he was in life, and his whole body is as majestic as a mountain.

He raised his fist and rushed towards the giant golden sword in the sky.

"Comrades! Do you want to fight for the angels and the human race?" The King of Books asked with vicissitudes of life.

I knew clearly that it was just a shadow.

At this moment, the writer's king still couldn't help revealing sadness in his eyes.

Murder and kill!

Using the appearance and voice of the human king to fight against him, the four-winged angel was showing off, shocking him, and even more so a humiliation.

The king who wrote the book did not care and humiliated himself, but when he saw the humiliation of the dead king of Taishan.

Still couldn't help asking.

But who would have thought that after he asked the question, the shadow of the King of Mount Tai actually paused for a moment.

Those confused eyes seemed to have a hint of clarity.

The phantom suddenly turned around and took a look.

I see this desolate world, full of ice and snow, and the dark night seems to be eternal...

The shadow of the King of Mount Tai seemed to see the countless stone houses and feel the breath of the human race.

Finally, I saw the white-haired old man fighting alone in the void...

"This is... the human world!"

"Are you... an old friend of the book?"

There was a hint of reluctance in the eyes of the phantom of the King of Mount Tai, and for a moment, it seemed as if he was reviewing his past and present lives.

He slowly closed his eyes.

The raised fist froze in the air... allowing the golden sword to chop it down.

The writer king's lips trembled slightly. He seemed to understand something and suddenly laughed. His old voice was more unpleasant than crying.

"You are worthy of being the king of our human race. Even after you die and leave a piece of your body, will you still protect the human race?"

"Old friend of Mount Tai, the writer...sends you off!"

As the Book King's voice fell, the giant golden sword in the sky slashed down...

The shadow of the King of Mount Tai slowly dissipated, as if there was no trace of him left in this world...