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Chapter 307 The Light That Pierced the Sky

Aragorn said coldly: "You came into this world only to raise the sword of salvation and satisfy your own selfish desires, without even lowering your heads to look at those pitiful people."

"To us, you are just like them, coming from above the heavens, distorting the world with your own will."

"But you're talking about saving the world. Isn't that a bit hypocritical?"

What is the difference between us and them?
What a great question.

Faced with moral kidnapping, Zhuang Boshi sneered and said, "I'm too lazy to reason with you. You don't deserve to listen."

"Moreover, Corpse King, you and the master behind you don't need to test me in this way."

"I'm not as fragile as you think, and I won't be morally blackmailed by you in this way."

"Revenge for them is the best way to fulfill their last wishes."

Aragorn looked at the city in the shadows with cold eyes and said slowly: "Yes, you always have reasons, so those mortals who cannot be saved can only pray to the Most High."

"You can't blame them, can you?"

Zhuang Boshi was silent for a moment. The cries and pleadings behind him became louder and louder, but the targets were now the rulers behind the curtain.

"This is the voice of the living beings," said Aragorn. "This is the choice of their free will."

"You are just a bunch of outsiders without any empathy."

One tragic figure after another appeared before Aragorn.

There were soldiers, slaves, old people, and children, and they all looked at Zhuang Boshi with pleading eyes.

"leave."

"Please leave."

"Since you can't save us, please let us go."

Zhuang Boshi's eyes became colder and colder.

"You can tear all this apart as much as you want, but you will become their eternal nightmare, a demon king despised by everyone!"

"What are you still hesitating about?"

"Break them and tear their souls apart, just like you did in other worlds."

"People?" Zhuang Boshi sneered.

“How many people are here?”

An invisible storm of slashing swept across.

In an instant, all the dead souls were cut into pieces.

The flames that fell from the sky burned these dead souls into ashes.

"Excuse me, the one standing in front of me is the enemy."

Zhuang Boshi had already grabbed the corpse king's neck and crushed the phantom with one hand.

Then, a punch came down.

The pitch-black coffin collapsed.

A thin man tightly bound by chains appeared before his eyes.

"Aragorn." Zhuang Boshi looked at the man who had almost lost his humanity.

Aragorn smiled bleakly. "You are too late, savior. Even if you ignite the flames, can they truly dispel the darkness that shrouds Middle-earth?"

"They're not that powerful," Zhuang Boshi said. "They're the ones we should be afraid of."

This figure, with black chains piercing his body, looked emaciated, dispirited, and almost disappeared.

The real Aragorn.

A miserable soul trapped in the corpse king's body, tortured day and night.

"It's useless. This world has no future." Aragorn felt hopeless.

"We came here to bring the spark of light to the world." Zhuang Boshi shook his head.

Aragorn looked up, his empty eyes filled with darkness.

"I once thought that I had obtained the will of the world, the power of the Valar, and the blessings of the gods, and that I would be able to save the world."

"But later I realized that everything about me was part of their calculations, including my power, kingdom, friends, lover, everything I experienced, success, and failure."

"It's all about the ups and downs on the stage, the plays that please Them."

"I can't escape my fate. You should leave as soon as possible. Otherwise, you will end up like this."

Zhuang Boshi was a little disappointed: "Is this all you want to say to me?"

"You should know that no matter sadness, disappointment, anger, or resentment, they can't completely affect me."

"I know they can't bewitch you." Aragorn said calmly.

"I just want to use this method to pry open your heart and plant some seeds inside you for them to sprout in the future."

"Even my temporary awakening and return to sanity was all with their tacit consent."

"I am just a painful memory. I have lost everything. I have no past, no life. I have nothing but pain. I am just nothing."

"I am trapped in this body, and can only watch my lover and my friend suffer endless torture in order to save me, who is already dead."

"I want to die, but life and death are not under my control. They enjoy my pain and despair and feed on them."

"An incompetent person cannot even die."

"The sorrow of the living dead." Zhuang Boshi responded: "However, I will give you true liberation."

Aragorn gazed at him and whispered, "My soul is in their grasp, and I cannot escape it."

"Don't worry, I keep my word," Zhuang Boshi chuckled, his five fingers forming a knife. "Besides, those disgusting cockroach-like things."

"I'll kill them all sooner or later!"

The knife slashed across and the darkness faded away.

Zhuang Boshi opened his eyes again.

The coldness of death was still strong, dissipating from the mouth and nose.

The tide of ghosts in front of him had been shattered, the living dead fell in a field, and flames burned on the peaks of Minas Tirith, spreading continuously downwards.

The Corpse King stood up again, his body now in a mess, so terrifying that people could hardly look at him.

The mumbling voice continued.

Zhuang Boshi could vaguely see their shapes through his divine eyes. They were extremely huge and had deep colors.

Beyond the veil of the world.

Countless pairs of eyes were staring at him, looking at him.

Countless whispers surrounded his ears.

Zhuang Boshi refused to listen. He looked up at the sky, and the divine eye on his forehead burst into unprecedented brilliance.

He sucked in the air, raised his middle finger to the sky, and roared with all his might from his chest: "Look at you, you bastard!"

Zhuang Boshi has always been a well-mannered and polite person, but when faced with such a disgusting beast, he couldn't stand it and started cursing.

The roar of the condensed true energy is no longer a simple sound, but has turned into the embodiment of the cultivation technique.

The True Method of Leiyin (Early Childhood Education Edition)!
A dozen golden seal characters burst out from Zhuang Boshi's chest, carrying rumbling thunder as they slammed down towards the dark sky.

The dark sky, struck by the impact, cracked and rippled. The darkness screamed like a living thing, and the boiling shadows instantly multiplied blood vessels and nerves, condensing into a living dark cloud covering three thousand miles.

The dark cloud that had hung over Minas Tirith for years was actually a huge living creature.

Not only that, Minas Tirith also began to wriggle. Every brick and stone in this city of the dead was twitching, and the buildings were like clay being kneaded by giant hands, repeatedly distorted between expansion and collapse.

The City of the Dead is also a huge living city.

Zhuang Boshi's thunderous curses were met with the mocking voices of a thousand voices from the depths of darkness, a mixture of the hoarse whispers of chaos and the wails of countless dead souls.

The sound waves transformed into materialized black thorns, rushing down towards the source of the thunder sound.

On the ground, the Corpse King also drew out the King's Sword wrapped in his spine and slashed towards Zhuang Boshi.

Faced with the overwhelming counterattack, the divine eye between Zhuang Boshi's eyebrows suddenly burst out with the roar of gears biting through stars.

Deep in the golden pupil embedded between the eyebrows, golden runes emerged, constantly biting, reconstructing, superimposing, and leaping.

The golden halo radiated by the divine eye enveloped the entire city of the dead, and all the rain and clouds suddenly evaporated.

The chaos tentacles wriggling within Aragorn's rotten body suddenly straightened. He sensed a fatal threat through the puppet corpse king and tried to extract the origin that was parasitic in this corpse.

But it's too late.

The magic cannon tears the world apart!
The moment the bombardment touched the corpse king's body, Aragorn's rotten flesh collapsed like a data stream.

The phosphorescent fire in his empty eye sockets was forcibly torn apart, revealing deformed tentacles billions of kilometers long behind them.

Those tentacles flowing with pus and blood are taking root in the souls of every living dead and ghost in the city, like a spider web controlling the strings of a puppet.

All the tentacles spread from the city to the living dark clouds high in the sky.

At this moment, the light stream of the magic cannon is burning in reverse along each wire!

Directly burn and evaporate the huge dark cloud and reduce it to basic particles.

The collapse of the entire city of the dead presents a strange poetry.

The buildings disintegrate in the stream of light, but are reassembled into phantoms of their former lives under the spasms of the living city.

These phantoms, holding rusty broken swords, mechanically repeated their oath to protect the royal city, while being reduced to ashes in the cannon fire.

Even the humblest living dead smiled in relief before being annihilated.

And the remaining skull of Aragorn flashed a glimmer of clarity before completely dissipating.

The eyeball purified by the artillery fire shed a tear that spanned life and death in the direction of Zhuang Boshi.

That teardrop blossomed into a laurel in the void, becoming the only remaining tombstone in the city of the dead.
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Ten seconds ago.

"Where is this?" Saruman was in a trance, but suddenly found that the place he was teleported to was not the wizard tower he had preset.

But it was above a city filled with the breath of death.

"Is this Minas Tirith?" Saruman was very surprised. Why did he appear here?

Could it be that despicable outsider interfered with the transmission?
His face instantly darkened. This failure destroyed his decades-long plan. It was his only failure since becoming a follower of Chaos.

When he thought he had everything under control, the other party's casual arrangement destroyed his plan. This was a naked humiliation and mockery.

"Damn it, I'll definitely go back!" He took a deep breath.

As a demon who changes the world, he cannot be disturbed by anger and must use conspiracy to regain his dignity!

Suddenly, he found that the entire city of the dead seemed to come alive.

The next moment, a point of hot white light suddenly enlarged in front of his eyes.

Before he could react.

The attack, powerful enough to destroy the world, completely pierced through him and rushed into the sky.

His soul was completely restored before he could even think.

(End of this chapter)