I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 335 - 232 Mechanical Descent of the Gods_3

Chapter 335: Chapter 232 Mechanical Descent of the Gods_3

At this time, the Silver Pot and Armor also came over.

Drake raised his hand and a massive amount of fresh blood was drawn from two enemies on the ground, falling into his hands and forming a human-head-sized “Blood Sphere”.

With a casual wave of his hand, the “Blood Sphere” burst, and the fresh blood sprinkled down.

The last two members of the Executioner squad instantly lost their breath.

“Each member of the Murder Club should develop a good habit of ‘finishing off’ their opponent.”

Drake shrugged his shoulders and then added,

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“I underestimated these two guys, wasted a minute…”

Akebin silently gave him a look, saying nothing, but the look in his eyes clearly conveyed deep disdain.

“Ah haha, Silver Pot! You have become even more powerful! Truly worthy as a warrior of our Pot clan!”

Mr. Pot patted Chen Lun’s arm, praising him.

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Chen Lun chuckled lightly, bent down to collect the spoils on the ground, and then looked up at Mr. Bales’s battlefield.

Inside that upside-down black sphere, the loud noises began to grow more urgent, but the people outside couldn’t see what was happening inside at all.

Chen Lun didn’t want to rashly enter, so as not to disturb Mr. Bales’s battle.

Since the “Night Domain” hadn’t collapsed, Mr. Bales must not be defeated.

A moment later.

The battle seemed to be reaching its end.

Two giant figures burst out of the “Black Sphere,” bringing with them a cloud of stone dust.

Chen Lun and the others looked up to see two three-meter-tall “gargoyles,” with stone wings spread out behind them, spanning seven to eight meters wide.

Their sizes, one large and one small, were clearly Talelang and Hilna.

But at this moment, Talelang was supporting his teacher, flapping his wings and attempting to escape.

Their stony skin was covered with sword marks of various sizes, Talelang’s horns on his head were chopped off, and Hilna’s wings were missing half. The blood seeping out of their bodies had dried up, leaving black spots.

“Bales… it seems your accumulation has already reached a critical point, just a ceremony shy of ascending to a Saint. Hilna and I losing to you is not a disgrace!”

Talelang called out coldly.

Hum!

The massive “Night Domain” suddenly contracted, turning into a small black sphere as tiny as a glass bead, and was caught in the hand of the Dark Knight.

The knight clad in simple black Armor slowly lifted the black sword with both hands, its blade emanating a purple-black glow.

The Dark Knight looked straight at the fleeing Talelang and his companion, his voice emanating from beneath the wolf helmet:

“May the moonlight witness your deaths…”

After Bales finished speaking, he shouted loudly.

“Ha…!!”

He violently swung the black sword in his hands—

Boom!

A nearly ten-meter-tall curtain of purple light rose from the ground, the arc-shaped Sword Qi surged straight towards Talelang and his companion in midair.

They turned their heads abruptly, their heartbeats skipping a beat.

“We’re going to die…”

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A dark view.

Below, there was an irregular oval-shaped crack of pale blue light, inside of which the scene of Bales striking with the Moonlight Sword and pursuing Talelang and his companion played out.

The blond middle-aged man sat casually on the floor, holding a large script and a black pen.

He was seen writing on the script:

“—The moonlight poured down, dazzling and stunning, the unyielding love reached its sublimation, and the tragedy in turn birthed Strength…

Hilna, for her student and lover, blocked the lethal sword strike, allowing Talelang to survive…

In his overwhelming grief, the captain of the Executioner squad erupted with great power and escaped from Bales’s clutches…

He aims to ascend to Saint, to retrieve Hilna from history, and to take revenge on Bales…”

The black pen’s cap slid off, letting a slender black serpent slither out, ending with the signature of “Tragedy Writer Howard.”

The blond middle-aged man capped the pen, saying evenly,

“What a failed script, to end with ‘Mechanical God’s descent’…”