Chapter 1422 My family!
He once again thought of that ancient dream.
In that dream, as a bystander, he witnessed the figure heading for chaos in that ancient doomsday.
He felt both familiar and strange, as if that dream had really existed, and he also existed, witnessing everything that happened as a bystander.
Vaguely.
He saw the magic circle spreading out from the ground a little bit, it was full of violets, like a blooming flower season.
He raised his head.
He saw that the magic circle continued to spread, dazzling.
He once again thought of the white-haired figure of the Cursed City emerging in that light curtain, his power made this hell tremble.
He thought.
He kept thinking.
He finally stood up from the ground with his head down, but no one could see his expression under his pale hairline.
The clown held the music box in his hand and looked at it in the vision. From that moment on, his eyes never moved away from Lin En. His eyelids trembled, and in the deepest part of his eyes, he could hardly hold back his haste and excitement.
At that moment.
It seemed as if time had stopped.
Only the countless mechanical units and flesh and blood rushed towards him coldly.
He finally raised his head.
It was as if countless ashes fell on his face.
The clown in the vision stopped the pace of all the roots of flesh and blood and machinery. His eyes were trembling and watching all this, watching the changes that were revealed bit by bit.
He had never said a word since he came here.
But at this moment.
He seemed to be unable to contain himself.
He took a trembling step.
"Great Lord..."
But it was at that moment.
Zila—zila———
At that moment, in the surging mechanical group, countless silk threads suddenly appeared, they were like crystal raindrops, suddenly wrapped around the necks of mechanical units one after another, and the necks broke with a snap, and they fell to the ground.
In that chaotic battlefield.
A foot suddenly stepped on the shoulder of a mechanical humanoid, and the crystal silk threads danced wildly around her.
When she stretched out her hand, her long silver hair danced under the black umbrella, and her eyes were still as lifeless as usual, but when she stretched out her hand, you could still see the strand of the contracted soul on her little finger.
"Lin En!"
At that moment.
It was like a call bursting from the depths of the soul.
Lin En's pupils suddenly dilated.
And when he turned his head suddenly, he saw the countless silk threads rushing towards him, and the invisible strand appeared on his little finger.
Just like once upon a time.
It seemed that there was also a girl holding a black umbrella, riding the wind, standing with him in the midst of the army.
Countless silk threads entangled him, and the Gothic puppet rushed towards him. The dense silk threads suddenly lifted his body away from the blooming violet magic circle, and grabbed his wrist in the dancing eyes of the silver hair.
"Let's go."
She was still as serious as before, and her voice was still very low, but at that moment it was like thunder in his heart.
When he looked at her, he saw the crystal silk threads and the familiar black eyes.
She raised her head and took him to the army.
But Miss Puppet.
Why did you come here?
Do you know what kind of war this is, do you know that the Night City has been burned down, do you know what kind of game the Flesh and Blood and Mechanical Churches and the jailer have set for him!
But he didn't hear the answer.
But when he raised his head, he saw the puppets rushing into the enemy group one after another at the end of the battlefield. They were dancing with spells and wielding huge sickles, like a sharp sword piercing here from outside the enemy.
He looked into the distance suddenly.
He heard the sonata of machinery and flesh, saw the spider-like hunter who had fought with them before, and saw the giant inverted tower made of huge machinery and flesh in the surging black fog.
That was the puppet manor and the demon association.
They are all here!
"Teacher..."
Lin En murmured.
But this is not a war you can participate in...
This is the battlefield of the root! This is a big game set against him under the control of the jailer!
At that moment, he turned his head suddenly, and his torn eyes passed through the intersection of vision and reality behind him. He saw the clown's turbulent and gradually resentful eyes in the dark, and saw his fingers piercing into the music box in his hand little by little.
But he still didn't say anything, he still seemed to cry and laugh.
Just at that moment.
His suppression of the roots was evacuated.
The first to resume action was the Star Embracer bathed in the beehive flames. He heard the voice in his soul.
He said.
Kill them.
His eyes were indifferent. At that moment, he suddenly stretched out his hand towards the rolling black fog, and then suddenly clenched it.
The black fog suddenly became as bright as the sun. The star core suspended in the sky suddenly exploded with dazzling heat and fire. In an instant, it expanded and illuminated the entire earth, making the army of flesh and blood and machinery tremble and shake in the scorching heat.
The pupil of that huge vertical pupil suddenly contracted, trying to use the last bit of strength to drag the Seven Gods and his star core into the horizon.
But...
Boom——
The clown made his first move.
He still maintained that expression of crying and laughing, but the punch was thrown out of thin air, and the vertical pupil controlled by the huge horizon was instantly smashed to the ground by an unimaginable huge force. The entire horizon was shaken at that moment, like the collapse of the sky.
And he didn't even look at him at all, his eyes that seemed to cry and laugh were always on Lin En.
It was as if in his eyes.
Everything in this hell is an ant, not worth his talking, not worth his action.
And this was also his first move.
"Lin En..."
The huge vertical pupil made the last sound to him in the shattering.
"This is right..."
"As long as you don't touch it...it's right..."
But at that moment, the dazzling sun was approaching them, and the dazzling flames that separated also illuminated the huge inverted tower in the distance and the crazy face of the stitched monster on the tower.
But Black String Moon's hand still held his wrist tightly.
She still led him calmly.
Leaping forward without resistance.
Until Lin En screamed and eagerly wanted to force her into his system space, she turned her head and looked into his eyes under the burning sun.
That look.
It made him believe.
Buzz————
That moment.
At the moment when the sun was about to fall, countless invisible threads penetrated the black fog and instantly pierced the limbs and consciousness of the Star Holder, like an ancient manipulator, looking at everything happening here across the endless space.
In an instant, the Star Holder's whole body shook violently.
The huge burning core was actually under his control, and it suddenly banged in the high black fog.
The flames filled the sky and burned the sky.
And just as Lin En was shocked, Black String Moon held up the black umbrella in her hand, and in the scattered fire rain, like a butterfly, she spoke to him softly.
"My teacher, the puppet family."
"She doesn't want me to die."
Lin En stared at the scene in a daze.
He smiled suddenly, his eyes red.
"You brought me a root."
The Gothic puppet said softly.
"Yeah."
