Chapter 1670 The Jailer of the Heavens!

This mission is triggered from the Blue Star period.

More than half a year has passed now, and at this moment, he finally completely killed his old enemy, the Dominator of Flesh.

Or rather.

Their origin has long existed. Even when he was still in Wandering Soul Alley, Bai Yi's arrival was related to this flesh and blood origin. His existence almost ran through his entire growth process.

He raised his hand and looked at the rewards of the system.

[Core of Old Flesh and Blood]

[Category]: Cursed Object

[Appearance]: An irregular sphere that seems to be wriggling in permanent marks.

[Level]:? ? ?

[Introduction]: A condensed object that contains the flesh and blood information of all the old gods who died in battle. It is filled with ancient resentment and hatred. It is the essence condensed by the flesh and blood rulers for countless years. After colonization, you will be able to Gain absolute control over flesh and blood. The powerful flesh and blood factor will ensure that the host has a steady stream of dividing cells. However, if you want to control it, you will have to endure endless madness. You will be haunted by the shadow of the past, which will make you always In the process of being forced to drop San.

[Skill Enhancement Scroll (+10)]

[Appearance]: A sparkling scroll.

[Introduction]: It can strengthen and advance your abilities on a large scale. This scroll is also the most effective among all scrolls of the same type.

There are not many rewards.

But it's definitely not simple.

There is no doubt that the core of the old flesh and blood is the same as the Eye of Cthulhu he obtained before, and it is the most top-notch creation of the old gods. However, it is obvious that the Eye of Cthulhu has already allowed him to use Cthulhu's blessing because of it. It has all its powers without suffering any negative effects.

And this core from the Flesh Dominator must withstand the huge backlash it brings when using it.

Linn looked at the wriggling core in his hand carefully for a while.

It always feels like I'm holding a hot, sticky, fresh...

"..."

But never mind.

I'll study it in detail when I get back.

Linn casually threw the wriggling ball into his own system space, and then stood up with difficulty with the support of the self-binding angel. His eyes had long been broken, and the mechanical structure of his body was distorted and no longer human.

And along with that huge original power gradually dissipated.

The yellow sand and white light covering those roots also quietly retreated.

Ser Egwene, Colossus, and the Self-Bound Angel all stared blankly at the disappearance of the newly recovered power. The black thread of the curse from hell once again climbed and spread on them, dragging them into the world again. The realm of roots.

A huge feeling of weakness swept over me.

It was like having a dream.

The Colossus, Sir Egwene, the Titan Head and the Witch God Head, and the Self-Bound Angel, all gathered around him, all with some unknown emotions, silently helped him up, with red eyes without saying a word. come out.

The Dominator of Flesh is dead.

His flesh and blood stretched across the earth like a mountain range.

Lin En dragged the broken mechanical body and looked at his family with a smile. He was dumbfounded for a moment:

"What are you doing? What are you doing? Why is it like mourning? I'm not dead yet. Of course, if it's because I'm moved, it's not necessary. Just discount it. We won, didn't we? We finally killed the flesh and blood ruler, and we will never do it again. Don’t worry about this insidious guy!”

Sir Egwene's eyes were full of complexity, looking at the smile on his face, he said:

"Actually, you don't need to do this. You just want to tell us, right?"

To reassure them.

It was also to relieve all of their doubts and worries.

They actually know.

Even if they have never asked that question, and they will never ask it, even if they have regarded this guy as an important family member during their long time together, it is still unknown whether they can leave hell in the end, no. They didn't believe Linn, but after seeing the horror of the jailer...

They were all desperate.

So since then, no one of them has asked the question, no one has asked Linn how on earth he could get them out of hell.

Because that was a problem that even they couldn't solve, so how could they impose such blame on Lin En.

This has almost become a hopeless dead situation.

"But you've been working on ways to fight the Jailer, haven't you?"

The self-bound angel asked silently.

Lin En looked at the family members around him, he smiled, and then said as if he was relieved:

"Because this is what I promised."

Since I promised you all, I will take you out of this hell.

Since I said we will have a bright future.

Then I must do it.

Even if the front is full of thorns, blood and fire.

Lin En smiled and said: "I know that the arrival of the jailer almost destroyed everyone's confidence, so no one has mentioned leaving hell since then, but everyone did not leave, and I also know that everyone does not care, but I can’t because I remember what I promised everyone.”

"So I want to tell everyone that the Jailer is not invincible."

"They rely on external forces, and without Discord's whip, they are no different from us. They will die just as well."

Lin En was helped to stand up.

He looked up.

He looked at the rolling black fog above his head.

"Everyone."

"If I have the ability, I will not just send you out of this prison. I will not send you to a hell darker than this. If the responsibility of the raven is to bring spring to every era..."

"Then I volunteer to take on this burden."

...

Above the black fog, the sky is rolling.

Under the chaotic colors, in the chaotic clouds, countless figures flashed densely.

Or, since the outbreak of this war, they have been standing there, looking down indifferently at everything under the black fog, or, the movement they made has already caused a huge shock in the whole hell, and as managers, they have already known it.

And the leader is the hunchbacked old man in black robe.

His eyes look through the black fog and look at the young man who is being supported on the devastated land.

There was not much expression on his wrinkled old face under the black robe, but perhaps there was a sense of familiarity, which made his eyes confused and dazed.

"Retreat."

He leaned on his cane and turned around.

Many figures were puzzled and struggled.

"Why?"