Artifact

"Shut up! just listen to me!".

The last sentence is still so fierce, but her next sentence makes Night Thirteen unforgettable in this life.

"Hmm...... I'm going to die. "

Night Thirteen's time paused, he couldn't answer, he could only hear Yi Qing's words:

"Or rather, I am not capable of being your shield and your spear...... In fact, I have always been stubborn, and I don't have the courage and ability to accompany you to the end. "

"Perhaps, that's not a bad thing......."

"Okay, let's not talk about the gloom, let's talk about what happened after I came into contact with the Interceptor Tongguan, I believe you must have seen it in the night thirteen...... Yes, that's the memory of the cane - it's ridiculous, almost everything I learned in the first half of my life has been turned upside down in the last few years!".

"It was only in this memory that I found important clues that I had to tell you. Time is running out, but shut up, don't interrupt, and listen to me...... It's better to finish the ...... in time."

"He who has a rod is not a bad person. On the contrary, she is more lonely, more miserable, and more helpless, so Night Thirteen, if you really meet her in the future...... If you're strong enough to defeat her, spare her life, for ......

."

"Because maybe in the next life, I will become sisters with her because of this battle!"

"Of course, if you can't defeat her, then your best advice is to run, because she comes from a secret society that is so powerful that you and I can't imagine it - I saw a strange image that Ali told me should be pronounced 'Dead God', a being hidden behind the scenes of the world, history, and time. "

"And we have wasted a lot of time tracking down the Shamanism for a long time, and we are nothing more than agents of the 'Dead God'. Yes, you heard it right, just like Sun Taidou next to Hanama, the Dongtu monks have agents, and the 'Dead God' also has them. "

"Oh, you have to ask who Ali is, huh...... She said that she was an Innate Refining Crystal, but as for what happened before she woke up, she couldn't remember. In modern parlance, I guess I'm amnesia, right?".

"After all, as for what the 'Dead God' is going to do, I have no clue at all, so I can only rely on you. But one thing you have to remember is that you won't be able to see the 'God of Death' even if you travel all over the world, but if you do, your first reaction should be to run!"

"Because in the God of Death, there is an existence more powerful than Baili Qianfeng - ah, I forgot, the master of the Intercepting Staff Tongguan is named Baili Qianfeng. That's a pretty good name, right?".

"So...... I'll try to destroy the Interception Staff as much as I can here, otherwise the combat power of the Hundred Miles and Thousand Winds is not at all as powerful as you can imagine......! Very strange indeed...... Very, very ......".

Having said that, Yi Qing's timbre was like a "cassette", and it began to fall into an infinite loop, getting lighter and lighter.

Night Thirteen's heart was like a knife, and he roared:

"Yiqing !!".

There was no sound, and there was no more Yiqing.

In the storm of impact that swept everything, there was only chaos, rage, and that heart-warming figure.

Night Thirteen stretched out his hand as far as he could, and went to Raiqing's frozen body—she was like a statue standing in the middle of a storm, holding the staff in one hand and swinging back slightly with the other.

But Night Thirteen couldn't go any further, even if he was full of chagrin and anger, even if the eighteen thousand phases had been exerted to the limit, he forcibly separated the two people at the last three feet distance.

What Night Thirteen could feel was pain, heart-rending pain.

Even if Zhu Prisoner shouted frantically in Ye Thirteen's head, Ye Thirteen at this moment could no longer hear any words.

Only Yi Qing's small hand was left in his eyes, and he wanted to give up everything, fight with his life, and hold her hand at the last moment.

He wants to take Yi Qing home.

Night Thirteen contracted everything he could, gathered all his spirit, will, and strength, and stretched his arms forward like crazy.

His hand was missing a finger, but it stretched forward in the storm.

The Escape Phase has long been broken, and the armor-extinguishing phase used as a defense has been decomposed countless times and reborn countless times, but the area that can be covered is getting smaller and smaller, and it is becoming more and more fragile.

Two feet, one foot, three points, one point!

Night Thirteen's hand, which was full of holes, climbed up Yi Qing's little finger.

Although it was only a little bit, Night Thirteen seemed to see Yi Qing's smile.

That peerless and moving flower turned into a beautiful dust rain in front of the eyes of Night Thirteen.

"Yiqing, come home with me. "

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Before Night Thirteen lost consciousness, he seemed to hear a deep sigh.

One thing he knew for sure was that this sigh was not from Yi Qing, because Yi Qing was dead before he could say his last words.

With this sigh, one of the two Apocalypse Knights behind the "Wall of Saints" couldn't help but take a half step back.

Needless to say, the only thing that can still move at the moment is "Famine" Illario.

On the other side, the "plague" white-robed Yuri not only ran out of magic power, but even lost his fighting spirit, and at this moment, the fifteen-year-old boy collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud, motionless.

What can make "Famine" Illario take a half step back is not the sigh that Night Thirteen hears, but two powerful and perverted breaths that fell from the sky!

Of course, what is even more strange is that before these two auras appeared, the shock storm emitted from the core of the battlefield had significantly weakened.

After that, the two breaths arrived on the battlefield almost simultaneously.

After seeing his target, Illario was visibly hostile:

"Dongtu Tinder...... Zhang Du's old ?...... What are you doing here?".

It was about a hundred feet away from Illario, and although it was weakened by half of its power, a wall of wind visible to the naked eye appeared in the frenzied storm - as if it was an invisible barrier, and it forcibly dismantled the impact.

Behind the wind wall, stood a lean old man dressed in a azure cloth robe.

He was short in stature, dressed as a servant, with a strange dry tobacco stick in his left armpit and a tobacco pouch in one hand.

The

old man did not answer Illario's words, but dropped his cigarette pouch by mistake.

From his face, a terrible and sad look appeared:

"Alas...... How...... How did you make it ...... like this?"

Seeing that Zhang Du was ignoring him, Illario turned his gaze to the other side.

It was a tall, thin, flat girl.

She wore a strange and tightly wrapped flight suit, revealing long jet-black hair and carrying a large black case that was two meters long.

Of course, at this moment, the big black box was standing on the ground, blocking the front of the girl, and a strange aura emanated from the box, splitting the shock wave into two halves from three feet away!

The girl was unusually calm, and said to Illario

"You know the lingua franca of the East, don't you? I'm from Tinder Yuecheng, and I'm here to clean up the battlefield. "

Illario snorted coldly, "Little girl, it's not your turn to speak here." "

The girl was neither humble nor arrogant, and retorted: "This is the Gabagari (Жаба?ылы-Zhabagaly) of the Republic of Kazakhstan (?аза?стан Республикасы), which is neither the Eastern Kingdom nor the Northern Xiong Kingdom. The host is not there, of course, whoever has the big fist has the final say!".