The huge light man wrapped in chaos was always connected to the blazing golden sun, never separated.
"It" is firmly bound, just like the impulse and madness hidden in the hearts of many people, although it exists and cannot be ignored, under normal circumstances, it still cannot break through the dam composed of reason and humanity.
Moreover, this Chaotic Light Man, composed of the dark color of the sun, descended from the astral realm to the depths of the special mirror world, and did not affect the blazing golden sun to maintain an invisible barrier against the crimson full moon.
He is brighter, more intense, and more holy.
At this moment, abstract concepts representing "gaze" and "gaze" appeared in the astral realm, pointing to the golden sun.
The "sun" that illuminates the astral realm and illuminates the whole world is unmoved, as if responding silently:
Once, I turned my back on myself.
Later, I spent more than 2,000 years dealing with and fighting against the other self, and finally achieved a phased victory, achieving a balance that allowed Him to be used by me, and I was still me.
Now, I'm going to bet on all I have.
Making allies the "Root Scourge" and "Destruction Scourge" is my only chance to achieve the ultimate victory and save the apocalypse!
Whether this can be successful or not, whether it will lead to an extremely tragic ending, I will give it my all.
Would rather break than give in!
The huge Lightman wrapped in chaos enveloped all the figures of the "Fool" in the world of the special mirror, and constantly chased his flashes, preventing him from approaching Lumian, carrying the most massive energy at the speed of light.
One was arranged and misled, the other was fooled and grafted, all of whom had no time to take care of Lumian anymore.
Retreating to the other side of the world in the special mirror, the "Primordial Witch", her black hair is still flying, like a group of snakes wandering in mid-air, about to come together, her beautiful face has distorted a new charm, which has not yet stretched, and is still fighting against something.
Empress Roselle in the mirror watched silently nearby, without intervening.
He could only hope that the next disaster would not cause the entire special mirrored world to collapse and be completely destroyed.
For Him, who could not really leave here, it would be a catastrophe.
As for Zaratu, who had been hiding here before, he had fled and hid back in the castle of Tiran.
Lumian only felt bursts of violent, cruel, distorted, and morbid thoughts coming from the left side of his body, like a tsunami, beating his spirit and will over and over again, wanting to complete assimilation.
On his right side, there was dead silence, sadness, pain, and despair, and such emotions also spread over.
They all resonate with Lumian's current state to varying degrees, and they are about to mix together, bringing about the doomed and complete out-of-control madness.
In front of Lumian's eyes, figures flashed, and pieces of light lit up and dimmed, all of which became blurred.
A voice suddenly sounded near and far in his ears:
"My wish is:
"Lumian. Lee can maintain sobriety, sanity and humanity for a period of time every day."
Fate is already predestined, madness is inevitable, even the "miracle master" cannot be completely reversed, can only exploit loopholes, and reduce the difficulty of wishes, so that Lumian can sometimes go crazy and sometimes sober.
No one stipulates that madness is destined to be sober occasionally!
As for what constitutes occasional, it will be defined by fooling and error.
Lumian's blurred vision suddenly became clear, and pain and violence still filled his body, but no longer affected his thoughts and perceptions.
He saw a large number of puppets suddenly outlined in front of him, these puppets were wearing metal armor of different colors, their faces seemed to be carved, all more than ten meters tall, mighty and mighty, like an army.
Lumian also saw the puppets surrounded by the "Red Angel" Medici, the king of angels who had taken on the form of mythical creatures, consisting of almost invisible flames and steely bones stained with deep purple and blood-like colors, intricate and terrifying symbols, and blood-stained black armor.
At the center of his eyebrows, a blood-colored mark shaped like a flag protruded obviously, bright and dripping.
He had completed the sacrifice ahead of time and asked for the help of the source of war.
Lumian's head wearing a dark gold strange mask on his left shoulder suddenly turned, making him look like Alistair. Tudor's face was facing Medici.
The center of the eyebrow of this face also highlighted the blood-colored banner mark, and there were some indescribable dark symbols that seemed to bring about the final chaos.
He smiled contemptuously and mockingly, as if to say to Medici:
"You coward finally dared to come over.
"Are you ready to be eaten by me again?"
Lumian also revealed his full mythical creature form and drew a regular straight sword from the unaffected "Traveler's Bag" that had previously fallen to the ground.
This straight sword quickly became huge, enough to match a body twenty or thirty meters high.
It immediately ignited a black flame that bound destruction and madness.
Medici also raised his flame giant, and the two flame giants collided together.
Almost at the same time, the soldiers of the "Red of War" legion raised their arms and leaned back.
Their eyes were dyed iron black, reflecting the pale part of Lumian's body, and in their hands, flame spears dyed deep purple and almost blood-colored.
They can share all of the abilities and spirituality of the "Red Angel" Medici at the same time!
Whoosh!
Taking advantage of the Medici blocking Lumian, those flaming spears were projected densely like woodland, giving people the feeling that they could cover the sky.
Their target is directly at several weaknesses in Lumian.
Lumian's head on his left shoulder, wearing a dark gold weird mask, turned again.
This time, the one facing the "Red Angel" Medici turned into the "Doomsday Witch" Cheek full of maternal brilliance.
This face smiled sweetly, making Medici's movements a little slower, and making the overwhelming deep purple near-blood flame spear seem to be unbearable.
Immediately afterwards, Lumian's body became illusory and layered, like a projection reflected by mirrors at the same time.
Boom!
Countless flaming spears pierced his body, delivering a violent explosion that instantly destroyed all projections.
Lumian's body was outlined on the other side.
The "Red Angel" Medici didn't give him a chance to breathe, and turned into a cloud of almost invisible fire meteors burning with a deep purple blood-like color, and blasted towards Lumian in an instant.
The puppets of the "Red of War" Legion also turned into similar fire meteors, with the same power, roaring and smashing down from different directions, using area-of-effect attacks to bypass the interference of the "Fog of War".
As the king of angels, Medici can also let his soldiers share his own personality, which means that at this moment, it is equivalent to nearly a hundred "red angels" attacking Lumian at the same time.
This is one of Medici's strongest abilities, with the only drawback being that the spiritual consumption is extremely huge.
This is equivalent to the spirit that could have been able to last for a long time burst out in an instant, exchanging the shortening of time for the enhancement of space.
As the ancient king of angels, Medici knew that the ally of the Eternal Sun could not delay for long, and he had to make a quick decision, so starting was the choice to finish the battle.
Outside the world in the special mirror, Amon, wearing a monocle and a pointed soft hat, did not take any more action, as if he were a real spectator.
Don't stop or help.
His expression was the same, he stole a red apple from somewhere, brought it to his mouth, and took a bite.
Facing the flaming meteors coming from all directions, Lumian did not flinch, his eyes were filled with burning madness and fighting spirit.
He roared and prayed for the help of the "City of Calamity" for the second time today.
The iron-black bones that made up his body, intertwined with complex symbols and patterns, suddenly appeared fine cracks, and the purple-red flames churned and stained more blood.
Wearing bloodstained black armor, he didn't care about other flaming meteors, locking on the one that the "Red Angel" Medici had become, and slashed the increasingly huge and terrifying "Sword of Destruction" with the meaning of conquest.
Rumble!
The deep purple and reddish flames flew in all directions, forming a storm that swept around.
The explosion full of destruction caused obvious cracks to appear in the depths of the world in the special mirror, crumbling and about to shatter.
In the tumbling flames, the figure of the "Red Angel" Medici appeared, and a deep wound appeared between his chest and abdomen, and flames flowed out of it that were so dark that they no longer existed deep.
Lumian's appearance was even more miserable, the blood-stained black armor was tattered, the iron-black bones intertwined with intricate patterns and symbols were damaged and broken a lot, and the deep purple to almost blood-colored flames were only a shallow layer, as if they would go out when the wind blew.
He was also surrounded by a large amount of glass shards, and his mirror self suffered a devastating blow.
Lumian laughed, smiling very publicly.
He suddenly plunged the tattered "Sword of Destruction" in his hand into the ground.
This area, which had already reached its limit, collapsed and collapsed completely.
As this area completely collapsed, Lumian fell into the turbulence of time and space, falling into the depths of darkness.
As his body began to regenerate, he waved to Medici and the "Red of War" army, who were also falling, as if asking with a smile, "Do you want to keep up? Under the turbulence of time and space, the team will be scattered."
The "Red Angel" whistled back, as if to say "I'm enough alone."
The two failed to communicate more, and the space-time storm rolled in silently and dangerously, and they immediately dispersed.
Lumian sped down, relying on his "teleportation" ability to avoid the most dangerous areas.
——He can no longer sense the outside world and cannot directly leave here.
In the blink of an eye, maybe a little longer, Lumian fell in front of the huge, half-collapsed palace of flamboyance burning with invisible and colorless flames.
The depths of the world in the special mirror lead to Quaternary Trier.
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(End of this chapter)