The Bald Monk in the City

Chapter 853 Final Judgment (Third Watch!)

Time is irreversible. It is a false illusion that only mortal things exist. In fact, it is everywhere...——Extreme Madness-The Man Who Wrongs Time and Space-Mu Qi-Crabbe

For those mortals who try to explore the mystery, time often becomes the object of their pens.

And in the multiverse, it is something that countless legendary archmages are looking for.

In an instant, or in ten thousand years, sometimes, time will undergo surprising and astonishing changes in that vast and distorted multivariate world.

Just like now, this plane has been lost in the flames of war.

Like a flick of a finger, a hundred years have passed quietly...

Alliance people, today is your end!

The Slayer - the leader of the rebel army - Locke, holding his thick war blade, the blood that has not dried up on it is glowing with some sticky blood red!

He is suspended above the starry sky, and the great power given to him by the consciousness of the plane makes him ignore the nothingness in the universe.

And behind him, there are continuous rebel soldiers.

They wore simple protective mechs and held rough and unsightly standard weapons.

The rudimentary device that once made the alliance look like a joke, but it has plunged the alliance into deep despair for a long time after that...

They cursed the Rebels for their bloody destruction, and considered them traitors to the universe.

However, Locke, the leader of the Slayer-Rebels, silenced them:

If the world didn't choose me, how can I control the power of order with a mortal body?

Now is our time!

And that time, the Rebels wiped out one of the Alliance's central transportation hubs at Centaur Cantilever.

From that moment on, the decades-long war between the alliance and the rebels began...

In the realm that mortal things have never peeped at, the blood energy formed after the death of countless creatures lingered around his body.

This is the curse of the Slayer, and the source of his unstoppable power!

When his body in the material world dies, he will be completely pulled into the deepest lower plane by these resentful blood.

But before that, they were like ghosts doing evil for him, killing for him...

The consciousness of the plane chose him, which is why he was able to grow to this point in a hundred years.

He can't go so far with only the way of killing...

Because, even someone as powerful as him has faced the threat of death several times.

Life and death are always in balance.

On the battlefield, under the sword, there is no luck.

In front of the particle beam, under the Star Destroyer Cannon, all beings are equal...

And in another star field that is farther away, the alliance's army has formed a continuous array.

Based on the war taking place on the planet, it is extremely destructive to the planet.

After reluctantly conducting the war council, the two sides decided to make the final choice of war in this star field.

After all, this war has been going on for too long...

In the chief fleet, a gloomy young general looked at the Slayer - the leader of the rebels - Locke displayed on the screen.

If Locke is a consciousness of the plane, the choice of new forces is a new diversion of the wave of fate.

Then he is the old wave, the barrier formed by blocking changes!

When he was born, the alliance was broadcasting the emergency recruitment announcement of the 327th war.

Just like the metaphor he came into being, he will bring the alliance the last hope!

In the following decades, after completing the accumulation of decades of knowledge and experience of others in less than ten years.

He began to gradually take over this kind of war, and even almost killed the Slayer - the leader of the rebel army - Locke many times.

But in the end, he survived, just like his loathsome bloody warblade...

Slayer, I declare your death sentence on behalf of the alliance!

At this last moment, he looked at this mortal enemy of himself and the alliance, and in his heart, apart from the anger towards the dead alliance people, there was deep-rooted hatred.

Today, today!

Really? I heard the same sentence more than twenty years ago.

The Slayer - the leader of the rebel army - Locke grinned a sarcasm, and the next moment, his face suddenly burst into ferocious veins:

I'm tired of hearing it! Cowards! This is the last time!

Then, he suddenly raised his war blade and charged directly towards the alliance fleet!

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Are you a demon, or am I?

The great demon-Kedanqumu-Sen'er felt the great power oppressing his own demon sickle, and it felt a little angry!

When will these humans be more vicious than demons!

The hot blood flowing in its body, as viscous as magma, makes it become stronger with this anger!

Go, don't be stupid! Do you want to die?

A flame sprang from the nostrils of the great demon-Kedanqumu Sen'er, and it seemed to hear the panicked roar of the evil worshiper in its ears.

Must be an illusion, you bloody monk don't want me to escape!

The great demon-Kedanqumu Sen'er looked fiercely at the darkness in front of him. The opponent's huge body hundreds of meters made it seem like he was fighting against a mountain!

No, I am the Great Demon, I am the Immortal Terror!

I am the darkness of the abyss, the deep fear, how can I be so weak and powerless!

Angry flames shot out from the body of the great demon Kedanqumu Sener, and it roared against the heavier and heavier demon scythe!

This kind of pure power confrontation made the weapons made of lower plane materials emit a faint whine!

It's almost unbearable!

You can kill me, but I won't allow a monk to be more vicious than a demon!

This is blasphemy against the devil!

The extreme anger caused the great demon-Kedanqumu Sener's form to be reversed!

Terrifying high temperature emerges from its body!

At this moment, it is no longer a great demon with the blood of the lower plane, but a legendary Balrog with the blood of Barlow!

This is the will of the abyss, the reward that should be given to those who practice the way of the devil.

Roar!!!

The roar of the great demon Kedanqumu Sener penetrated the void, attracting countless astonished and reasonable eyes.

But just as it was preparing to resist, the super giant monk who seemed to be fighting against several existences at the same time noticed its existence.

The next moment, it was completely annihilated under the hammering of the terrifying force that silenced the abyss at this moment...

Demon? Fear?

No, I never bring these.

For you, all I bring is death...

Looking at the numerous corpses around him, the super-giant three-headed and eight-armed monk with golden eyes and a height of more than 800 meters said so...