Chapter 888: We Are the Apocalypse Knights Representing Destruction!

Obtaining the Heavenly Crystal Frost, it turned out to be a concrete manifestation of the source, truly an unexpected joy.

Of course, the real unexpected joy was the appearance of the Heavenly Crystal Frost, which directly drew out the other two knights as well.

The effect was this good, truly unexpected.

Hehehehe...

Seeing Tang Luo's movement, the Plague Knight laughed again, his laughter sharp and piercing.

The Famine Knight looked at Tang Luo; the whiteness filling his eyes seemed to twist and rotate, faintly revealing two pinpoint-sized black dots, which, combined with his appearance, made him look extremely terrifying.

The Death Knight said nothing; his right hand, completely covered by his robe, lifted to reveal a white finger bone, pointing at Tang Luo.

The huge Grim Reaper's Scythe floating beside him spun and wailed, tracing an arc as it lunged at Tang Luo.

Among the Four Knights, War and Death speak little, with War being the most silent and taciturn.

Death also prefers to use action instead of words.

Tang Luo said, "If you want it, come get it," and the Death Knight "came"—but what came was his weapon, a weapon bearing the aura of death.

Facing the incoming Grim Reaper's Scythe, Tang Luo raised his hand, spread his fingers, and was about to reach out to catch it.

That composed posture didn't look like he was blocking an enemy's attack.

It looked more like he was receiving a weapon sent by a 'friend'.

At the instant the blade and Tang Luo's palm were about to collide, both seemed to blur simultaneously; then, for some unknown reason, the hilt ended up in Tang Luo's hand.

Grasped by him.

He casually swung it twice, producing a whooshing sound as it tore through the air; Tang Luo shook his head slightly disappointed, having specially caught it, thinking he could use it twice.

Unexpectedly, this scythe is junk, completely useless.

As for the Profound Transformation, it's still with Zhu Bajie, who is remodeling it because of a brand‑new idea.

It will probably take a little time.

Applying slight force with the hand that held it, he directly crushed the scythe, and Tang Luo's figure vanished at the same moment.

A flicker of red light wavered in the Death Knight's hollow eyes; he reached out and seized another scythe, holding it horizontally before him.

The Famine Knight's body also lowered slightly, and the road formed by the Famine Fiends beneath his feet sank a bit.

At the moment Tang Luo disappeared, both knights simultaneously sensed a threat.

Each reacted accordingly.

However, their actions were merely throwing flirtatious glances at a blind man, for Tang Luo's target was not them at all.

It was the Plague Knight.

This one looked like the fastest runner, so Tang Luo planned to take him out first.

The violent wind extinguished the flames on the eight‑legged skeleton horse and tore the Plague Knight's green robe.

Beneath the green robe lay a curvy, voluptuous figure, yet any male who saw it would feel no interest whatsoever.

Because it was covered in fine, dense fur—extremely hard, like short‑spined fur.

The fur displayed a riot of colors, captivating the soul, as if a single glance would poison one.

Poisoning in the physical sense.

Moreover, behind the Plague Knight were eight terrifying spider legs, fully revealed as the green robe disappeared.

Facing Tang Luo, who came riding a sweeping gale, the Plague Knight still laughed, seated astride the eight‑legged horse whose poisonous flames had been blown out.

Her spider legs thrust forward, passing the horse's head, silently tracing eight twisted dark‑green lines that stabbed at Tang Luo, who appeared before the horse.

At the instant the eight sharp spider legs were about to reach him, Tang Luo clenched his right fist and thrust it forward.

Yes, just a forward push.

His stance was slightly light and airy; it could hardly be called a punch, more like 'delivering a fist'.

His fist wasn't aimed at the Plague Knight, because that skeleton horse was actually very tall; despite being hollowed out everywhere, just the 'horse's neck' blocked the Plague Knight.

Tang Luo's such frontal assault could only hit the horse.

In the eyes of others, such as the Plague and Death Knights, using oneself to trade for a horse—let alone whether it could be swapped—

Even if it were swapped, it would be a terribly uneconomical deal.

But in Tang Luo's eyes, there is no difference—whether ahead is a horse, a mountain, the Plague Army, or something blocking an entire world—

there is no difference.

Compared to the terrifying gale he brought when he arrived, Tang Luo's punch made no sound and lacked any grand spectacle.

He simply 'delivered' it onto the horse before him.

It vanished.

Just as if it had never existed, the moment Tang Luo's fist made contact, the eight‑legged skeleton horse was completely worn away by the force transmitted from his fist.

The Plague Knight was also crushed.

A hair slower than the eight‑road skeleton horse, the Plague Knight's laughter cut off abruptly, as if a circuit had been severed.

There was no mask shattering first to reveal his true face.

After the eight‑legged skeleton horse disappeared, the Plague Knight shattered into countless fragments by a hair's breadth.

At that moment, the force in Tang Luo's fist finally burst outward, sweeping up the surrounding Plague Army entirely.

Strangle‑kill!

In the blink of an eye, a large expanse of dark‑green poison mist blanketed the area, thick as a solid, making it impossible to see what lay inside.

A few cultivators instinctively extended their divine sense, wanting to investigate.

The instant they made contact, they let out a painful wail; this dark‑green poison could instantly erode even their divine sense.

If not cut off in time, they would likely already have died of poisoning by now.

What's going on!

"Such an outbreak, could it be..."

On the other side, the taciturn death knight and the famine knight who seemed mouthless but was actually all mouth lost their earlier composure.

The fleeting sense of danger from earlier grew intense.

The white markings on the famine knight's body moved more quickly, and the color at the empty mouth position began to deepen.

The death knight's previously motionless blood-colored light wings fluttered twice.

All of this showed their inner unrest.

The plague knight, seemingly dead?

That murky green toxin, lying dormant, would, once unleashed, turn the whole world into a plague-ridden land where no grass grows and even the earth itself would be poisoned.

It doesn't take long; about ten or so minutes will do.

Once it erupts, it acts far faster than the antidote in the movie Resident Evil—countless times faster—just smash it underground and it's done.

But such a plague outbreak costs the plague knight's life—at least ninety-nine lives, if the plague knight had a hundred lives—as the price.

After the plague completely sweeps the world, the plague knight might possibly revive.

Simply put, this is the plague knight's final killing move.

I die, you can't even think of living; if you die, I might still survive—a terrifying killing move.

It can only be seen at the moment of her death.

"Coming!"

The famine knight silently thought, the stable toxin began to destabilize, about to erupt.

All of this happened quickly; from Tang Luo's move to the toxin about to erupt, it hasn't exceeded one minute.

The plague knight's mutual-destruction killing move certainly won't leave much time for the 'self-killing enemy'; nearly a minute is already long.

With the famine knight's 'prophecy,' the toxin mist indeed cracked from its solid state, but it was not the imagined explosion.

The plague toxin shattered, yet was wrapped by a force, not fully dispersing, shooting toward the heavens and turning into a point of light that vanished from everyone's sight.

Based on the famine knight and death knight's vision and experience, one can basically judge that the toxin was thrown beyond the boundary into the dangerous chaotic void.

To the chaotic void, the plague knight's toxin is like a minor sorcerer facing a great one.

It will cease to exist in just a few minutes.

"What kind of person is this guy!"

"Isn't he a trialler!"

The death knight and famine knight's fleeting sense of danger turned into real panic.

Dead! Just like them, both transcendent, both heaven's initiate knights, the strongest fighting force in the anxious council aside from those few councilors.

Just died like that—what about them?

Yes, the plague knight deceived those gods-and-demons walkers; the heaven's initiate knights are actually all transcendent.

As for why the deception, because they themselves came from the gods-and-demons game.

The future of the trialler is 'unlimited'; when they were still weak, someone left a brand to claim for themselves—something people have been doing before the restriction was fully lifted.

What's more, the restriction has now been completely lifted.

If death or famine had first encountered those gods-and-demons walkers, the choice and result would be roughly the same.

"Who exactly is he!"

I don't know why, but death and famine suddenly thought of war.

A while ago, war suddenly disappeared, and later the council declared it dead.

Could that be an omen?

Does it symbolize the renewal and replacement of their heaven's initiate knights?

Famine and death stared at the white-haired person standing there, who with a slap 'caught' the toxin mist and flung it beyond the boundary.

Tang Luo's gaze withdrew from the sky and turned toward famine.

"Not good!"

The white markings on famine's body stilled; a black hollow appeared at the mouth position on his face, spreading across his whole face.

His face is his mouth.

The mouth 'opened,' devouring everything around.

Famine saw the white-haired person appear before his 'eye,' right hand reaching toward him.

Around him floated blood-colored fragments.

Tang Luo was not a single person appearing before famine; in his right palm also lay a skull.

The death knight was grabbed by him and a chunk hurled at famine.

Those blood-colored fragments were the death knight's blood-colored light wings; though named after death, he actually fears death the most.

Six blood-colored light wings are the power the death knight condensed from reducing much of the world to stillness.

Their main function is not attack but defense.

They are indestructible.

Unfortunately, before Tang Luo they had no effect at all, shattering on contact like plastic left out in sun and rain for years.

They shattered into many fragments.

The famine knight opened his maw wide, swallowing those broken light wings, and also needing to swallow the white-haired person before him and the death knight together.

He had no choice.

In the next breath, the famine knight, who had a mouth, felt a sensation he hadn't felt in a very long time.

A feeling of fullness.

He opened his mouth; even if he swallowed this world, he would not feel full.

But it appeared in reality.

After being full, it became bloated, swollen.

The mighty, surging power directly exceeded the limit that the Famine Knight could bear.

Since he became a Transcendent, becoming the Famine among the Apocalypse Knights, the Famine Knight never imagined that one day he would die in this way.

Overfilled, torn apart by the immense power that he himself had not devoured, he was literally burst to death!

Oh, and together with the Death Knight, this cowardly guy.

"Let's die together!"

"We are the Apocalypse Knights representing destruction!"

At the final moment, bloodiness and bravery appeared on Famine and Death.

The two of them, holding nothing back, burst forth their final power.

The destructive power in Tang Luo's hand swelled, a blinding light first showed its hint, as if a thousand suns descended simultaneously.

Destruction and Death, actually, can also be splendid.

The skull that Tang Luo held in his hand had already disappeared, replaced by the final blow of Death and Famine combined.

"Hmm, I got it."

Tang Luo responded with a sentence, his palm clenched into a fist.

A wisp of residual smoke rose from between his fingers, as if he had just snuffed out a small flame.