Chapter 3358: God's Black Coffin

The white bone left arm wearing two golden bracelets flicked, and Sister Belun, who reappeared in the gathering flames, was slapped toward the ground.

She also wanted to consume the only feather everyone had left through a method similar to self-explosion, just like Miss Violet. But at this moment, Teresa's gunshot rang out, 【Vision Bullets】 shot toward Xia De, and then Xia De appeared out of thin air behind Sister Belun, catching her before she landed.

Although time and space were sealed, fortunately, this relic didn't rely on space-time transfer, but on the point of sight.

The silver eye patch shaped like a crown flew off due to the impact, and the nun who was caught by Xia De and landed opened her eyes at this moment. Unlike Sister Daifulin, who had eye problems by birth, Sister Belun's light brown eyes were completely normal. At this moment, without the cover, Sister Belun's slightly delicate face, which was completely different from Sister Daifulin's, was truly revealed.

Her eyes met Xia De's, and then she closed them immediately.

Xia De knew this wasn't the time to comment on others' looks; after throwing the nun to Teresa, he pulled Miss Violet's soul, which was about to drift into the "abyss," back with chains.

"I have no other way."

She said weakly, and then saw the god's left hand grabbing toward the crowd again. Thus, Xia De's body constantly expanded; the power of the Red Dragon, Titan, First Fire, and Divine Radiance all appeared, and then he supported that giant bone hand upward in the posture of a hundred-meter giant.

Crimson and golden scars appeared on his body surface together, and his feet touching the ground made the power of the earth surge continuously.

But even so, the white bone giant palm constantly pressed down, and his body constantly became smaller. From a hundred meters to eighty meters, then sixty meters, forty meters, twenty meters. Xia De wanted to try hard to mobilize his power to resist the giant force from above, but even with blood flowing from his ears, nose, mouth, and eyes at the same time, he couldn't face this saint as a mortal.

In the incomparably silent darkness, a sigh rang out at this moment. That sigh came from the skull with golden flames floating in the void; as for what the god was sighing about, no mortal could guess.

"Prepare to burn divinity!"

【No, Outsider, there is no need to do that for now.】

"Her" voice whispered in Xia De's ear:

【You still have power you haven't used, think about it, what else she prepared for you.】

Although the three opportunities to use the Death Mark on his arm had been exhausted, the mark itself still existed. At this moment, the mark flickered, and the warm but unknown-effect flame that Sister Daifulin had shared with Xia De appeared in resonance with that mark.

The warm flame appeared behind Xia De; that flame wasn't attached to his back, but gradually separated from him.

As Xia De's height became shorter and shorter, the flame passing through both sides of his neck actually looked like a female figure embracing him.

The witches nearby all looked at this scene in surprise, while Sister Belun, who had her eyes closed, vaguely understood what this represented. She picked up the silver eye patch shaped like a crown that had just fallen, and as the flames swirled and completely separated from Xia De's body, Sister Belun threw the eye patch toward that mass of flames.

Thus, in the exploding flames, a hand with burn marks caught the eye patch. When Xia De turned his head to look in incomparable surprise, Sister Daifulin, dressed in a gray-black robe, slightly lowering her head, with long gray hair draped behind her, buckled the eye patch onto her eyes between her hanging hair as the flames swirled.

It wasn't that the main body had traveled through time, but that the flame carried a clone to the present.

The illusory twelve-ring brass life ring rotated and turned into a dark golden scythe held in her hand, then a flash of fire, and she appeared above the god's arm; the scythe slashed lightly, first splitting the golden bracelet that had already shattered, and then the scythe touched the last golden bracelet, and the final bracelet also split into two halves with a "clack" sound.

This was also the first sound that had appeared in this place since the battle in the darkness began.

Losing the bracelets on the left and right arms, the white bone arms remained intact, but the arms retracted toward the direction they came from at this moment, until they disappeared beneath the "abyss."

"Is it over?"

The young girls thought in their hearts, while Sister Belun raised her head and truly opened her eyes to look at the nun who was almost identical to her own style above. At this moment, the scythe in "Sister Daifulin's" hand had turned into light spots and vanished, and she also looked down from the high sky.

The fire-holding nuns of different eras completed a "gaze" at this moment; after a moment of pause, Sister Daifulin's clone nodded lightly to Sister Belun on the ground, showing respect for her predecessor. Then her body was burned by the flames, and only that mithril eye patch fell in the fire, to be caught again by Sister Belun.

She didn't care about the scorching heat still remaining on the eye patch, and solemnly buckled it back onto her face; the few sparks remaining on the damaged part of the eye patch also entered her body. The flames of the future and the past intertwined at this moment; she already understood everything. The nun of the future produced the great sin of jealousy because of her, and she was also jealous of that nun of the future.

But at this moment, the flames merged, and the other party shared her worries. Seeing the other party's power, she also calmed down. Fire is always fire; the hero who bears the fire of the future was not chosen by the nun of the future, he was chosen by the fire itself.

So he was not a hero of one person; he was chosen by all the nuns who were waiting for the hero at all points in time.

She didn't need to be jealous, nor did she need to envy; the person waiting had already come to her side before the destined death arrived; she had... felt it, felt the warmth she had been missing.

The thirteenth tier was already within reach, and the flames had explained everything.

Losing the protection of the flesh, Miss Violet's situation was quite bad now. Three soul tears exerted the power of the soul to the maximum, and then the whole body exploded twice to barely block one wave of that white bone left hand, but the soul therefore fell into a state of short-term "coma."

Miss Liyade and Teresa took care of her in a flurry, and the big Hound contributed half a soul tear that its daughter hadn't fully absorbed, allowing Miss Violet's soul to recover.

And the witches who were paying attention to Xia De with their peripheral vision noticed that he hadn't relaxed; Xia De was still looking up at the skull with golden flames burning in its eye sockets.

After all five golden bracelets on the two arms were shattered, although the arms disappeared, this skull was still here. The saint's gaze was still staring at Xia De, and the state of divine radiance was still there:

"Didn't Priest Ao Gu Si say that as long as that divine artifact bracelet is shattered..."

After a silent gaze for a moment, Xia De flew to the high sky again, holding the moonlight great sword with both hands, trying to probe. But just as he soared into the air, from the darkness behind the skull wearing the golden crown, six white bone giant hands wearing golden bracelets stretched out together, and those dozen or so bracelets were exactly the same as the five that had just been shattered.

"What?"

Xia De felt the opponent was joking with him, but this time without the witches' help to contain it, He didn't give Xia De another chance. Six palms surrounded Xia De from six directions in the air, the moonlight great sword tried to counterattack those bone palms, but couldn't leave any marks on those saint-white bones at all.

Thus Xia De was gripped in the six interlocked white bone palms.

The witches no longer had the ability to help, and could only watch that "bone ball" shake rapidly after trapping Xia De, even shaking out afterimages. Suddenly the six white bone palms opened, and then threw Xia De toward the high sky.

The obstruction of the thick darkness in the high sky made it impossible for the girls on the ground to see Xia De's figure clearly, but Xia De, who was thrown away, recovered his full "dark vision" at this moment. Because of this, he actually saw clearly what the situation was now.

Below was a coffin, a huge black coffin placed in the darkness. Xia De couldn't use any words to describe his impression of this coffin; all his senses were resisting him to perceive and feel everything about that coffin.

He only saw the head area of the coffin during the ascent; the lid was completely open, and one end of the black coffin lid was resting on the ground—although he couldn't see that end, the end he could see was level with the head of the coffin.

And the position where they had just fought, the position where the witches were now, was exactly the front edge of that coffin.

Thus Xia De understood all at once:

"Just now when we walked the path of the dead retrograde, we were actually walking upward along the lid of that coffin toward the direction of the coffin; the wind and black fog were all blown out from the coffin; the 'abyss' at the end of the road was not an abyss at all, but the inside of the giant coffin... so the arms and skull stretching out from the abyss were actually the corpse lying in this black coffin poking its head out and stretching out its hands?

The path of the dead is the road leading to this coffin? We were actually walking toward this god ourselves?"

His height was still rising, but even so he still couldn't see how big this coffin was. But when his eyes tried to capture what was lying inside from the darkness inside the giant coffin, the inexplicable fear even made him instinctively tremble.

But he still couldn't control himself from looking at the inside of the coffin he could observe, still couldn't control himself from using his imagination to describe the outline looming in the darkness.

Thus he really saw a humanoid head located at the front of the coffin, and that outline not only didn't become blurry because of his continued rise, but became clearer and clearer.

The Outsider had already realized what would happen next, but it was too late for him to close his eyes.

The shape of the head revealed inside the front of the coffin was clearly Xia De's own head.

And when he saw the face of that head clearly in indescribable fear, the sudden dizziness made his eyes blur, and then he was no longer in a flying state upward, but lying on his back somewhere.

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