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Critical Chronology - Traces of the Lord - Fifth Archangel.

Archangel {Fifth Chapter}.

West no Aslan Empire, Rennes Sea, Soul Tomb].

When Qi Ling woke up, his chest ached as if he had been crushed by a boulder, and the moment he touched the godless chess piece, the twisted air that rose sharply in the air seemed to be about to tear him to pieces, and after a sudden burst of darkness, he fell heavily to the place he was now.

Kirin struggled to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and swallowed the residual smell of blood in his throat. He narrowed his eyes, a little frightened, at the strange world around him that was shrouded in darkness.

The place he was in was a flat rock jutting out from the edge of the cliff, with a bottomless canyon below, and on the opposite side was a huge mountain range of black rocks rising from the ground, rising straight into the sky, and the space he was in now was a closed cavern like a huge canyon. He raised his head and sent a blue halo that was constantly changing and flowing, looking like a dark blue sky, and he suddenly remembered that the soul mound that Silver Dust had said was at the bottom of the sea in the Rennes Sea. Could it be that those flowing blue halos overhead are seawater?

You won't step down and drown me. Qi Ling was terrified when he thought of this.

After adjusting his eyes to the dim light around him, he was surprised to see the dense starry sky of light on the surrounding rocks. In this huge space, he was as small as an ant. All kinds of bright lights, large and small, surrounded him in the middle like the universe, and each point of light was a Horcrux, and sharp weapons of various shapes were densely inserted into the cliff like steel needles.

And the amazing thing is that these horcruxes are like breathing beings, swaying slowly, like seagrass or coral blown by waves under the deep sea, rising and falling alternately and disappearing. Then they re-emerged from another huge valley like creatures, sensing each other, emitting a sharp "buzz" sound similar to a metallic buzz, and the entire huge canyon seemed to be filled with the whispering of countless monsters one after another. Qi Ling looked at this magical dark world and was dumbfounded.

He stared at the closest Horcrux, the golden sharp battle axe, the intricate pattern of metal carving, he suddenly remembered that Silver Dust hadn't had time to tell him what Horcrux he had picked, could he just take one of these so many Horcruxes? Is it okay to take the wrong one. Qi Ling thought of Yinchen's ice-sculpture-like expressionless face, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

If you get it wrong, you will definitely have to listen to his cold words again. He scratched his head, completely oblivious to the other fatal question: how was he going to get out of here.

Perhaps too preoccupied, Kirin didn't feel a silent, ghostly figure emerging from the darkness shrouded in a faint mist behind him.

Eleven times of searching will be there.,Twelve.,Let's wait a little longer.。。。

Guo Jingming, born in Zigong City, Sichuan Province in 1983, is a famous contemporary writer and director. Chairman of Shanghai Most World Cultural Development, Editor-in-Chief of Most **, Most Comics, and "After School" magazines. When he was in high school, he published an article in Chinese literature ** "Under the Banyan Tree" under the pseudonym "Fourth Dimension", and readers called him "Fourth Dimension" or "Little Four".

One of the representatives of the "post-80s" writers group in Chinese mainland. Representative works "Phantom City" and "Small Times".