I really don't want to be a disaster

The skeleton body was covered with a fine layer of powder.

In the powder, there is a faint rust color, which is the weathered battle armor.

Around the skeleton, there are green vines and moss, covering the skeleton.

This complete skeleton was frozen in a posture with his hands raised high, and his legs were deeply depressed, as if he was carrying something on his shoulders before he died.

Every part of the skeleton is full of cracks.

In fact, this skeleton has long been broken.

It was broken while he was alive.

But he still maintains a complete appearance.

Yi Lin opened her mouth, unable to speak in silence.

The experience in the singularity, bit by bit, flashed in my mind.

After calming down, Yi Lin sorted things out quietly and gradually understood everything.

Everything, everything, everything.

Even, what Gilgamesh said with a sneer and in a joking tone still lingered in his ears.

……

"Of course I know, it's just a mere god."

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"Humanity will eventually win!"

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"Please witness the future of Uruk with your own eyes."

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"Our will will bring the real dawn to future generations!"

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"You said, bring us victory!"

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"Uruk, live here forever!"

……

in silence.

Yi Lin suddenly showed a relieved smile.

"Rest in peace, Gilgamesh."

Irene finished.

The strong and stubborn skeleton instantly seemed to understand Yi Lin's words, and the skeleton shook slightly, turning into powder and falling down.

Yi Lin slapped out a palm, and a hole was opened in the ground under her feet.

Yi Lin buried the handful of soil, the bone meal everywhere, and the remains of the Sky Locker into the pit.

Gilgamesh and Enki were good friends during his lifetime.

Yi Lin buried them together, and buried them together, which was regarded as fulfilling one of Gilgamesh's wishes.

"What is Tsundere, with a little discernment, no one can see that you and Enki are very close."

Yi Lin swept again, and the hole was closed, leaving only a lonely small mound on the spot.

In front of the graves of Gilgamesh and Enkidu, the lock of the sky, Yilin complained in a low voice.

At the end, Gilgamesh carried down a city with his own strength.

With his human body, he resisted the falling force of Tiangong and protected the remaining women and children inside.

This is what Gilgamesh called the "fire".

His behavior left a precious spark for the future 5000 years later.

For 5000 years, the human race has flourished again.

"not enough."

Today's human beings are not enough.

After Yilin buried Gilgamesh's bones, she murmured in a low voice.

He finally understood who the real enemy of mankind is.

He also understood what the real disaster that the world was about to face was.

The Apocalypse Knight is just the beginning.

Apocalypse does not mean the end.

Just as Yi Lin mourned silently in front of the grave.

There was a commotion in the sky above the cave.

A group of people fell into the cave from the turbulent lake water.

Among them, there are a few who are particularly high-quality, with magic lights shining all over their bodies, floating down.

A woman with a black cat on her shoulder.

When they came to the grave, the black cat on the woman's shoulder let out a sharp cry.

Besides the woman and the black cat, there was also an acquaintance of Yi Lin who came to this cave together.

Said familiar, in fact, not so familiar.

One of the Lords of the Clocktower...Barthermelo!

He is still a teenager.

But the expression between his brows and eyes made him look old-fashioned.

Except them.

There are also two old people who exude magic power, which is comparable to that of Barthemelo.

Four monarchs!

The rest of the people who came here were all wearing clean magician robes.

It can be easily recognized from the textures on their clothing that these magicians are not low-level.

Among them, there are even several "color scale" magicians.

"How are you still alive!"

The moment Bathomero saw Yi Lin, he clapped his hands on the wheelchair in the same surprise, his voice trembling.

This is impossible!

impossible!

Once the plan is successful, everyone who enters the singularity will die!

Everyone will be turned into the nutrients of the Holy Grail, so that the real Holy Grail will be born!

The Holy Grail, the Holy Grail!

This is the treasure that many magicians have pursued all their lives.

But now there are none!

If someone can get out of there alive, it means that the ceremony has failed!

"Shh."

Yi Lin is still in the state of [Bloodthirsty Disaster] skill maintenance.

He lightly raised an index finger to his mouth.

"Keep your voice down, don't disturb them."

After a brief shock.

Others reacted.

They are all "informed persons" in this plan.

Even if it fails, so what?

At worst, just do it again!

Everyone can afford to wait except for Barthemelo!

Ke Yilin's reaction made them feel a little weird.

Yi Lin's expression didn't look like she was bluffing.

Disturbed them?

Who disturbed?

Who are you scaring with this!

"you--"

Beside him, there was a color-level magician who had been annoyed at Yi Lin for a long time, and who had been glaring at Yi Lin in the library, and also acted as a monitor.

The following words, but I can't say a little bit.

Yi Lin, who was supposed to be standing in front of the grave, appeared behind that person at some point.

"Crack."

Yi Lin easily broke his neck.

"It's noisy."

Erin laughed.

His current measurements have reached the state of breaking locks.

He is a magician, but when his strength and agility reach a certain level, his performance in melee combat is also frightening.

you could put it that way.

He is now both the mental side, the strength side, and the agility side.

The current Yi Lin can be called "Polygon Warrior Rin".

He watched as a high-ranking magician knelt crookedly on the ground because of a broken neck.This scene made everyone present feel their scalps go numb.

Only then did everyone remember one thing.

A thing that was overlooked by them, but very important.

Yi Lin stayed in the clock tower for a while.

How long?

It's been a long time, and everyone including Barthelmelo only remembers that Yi Lin is a little black magician who is not good at learning.

But he forgot that Yi Lin is the evil star that makes all the guild leaders fearful and dare not provoke him in his own territory!

The president of the Apocalypse Guild!

Yi Lin lowered his voice and raised his eyelids. His eyes showed no emotion at all. He looked at the old man in the wheelchair, Barthemelo, and slowly raised his palm: "I have one last question."

The vacant-eyed monarch Bathermelo raised his head blankly, pursed his lips tightly, and said nothing.

"Bashamello G. Dylan...middle name, what does G mean?"

Barthumello remained silent.

"Ghost?"

Fluctuations appeared in Barthemelo's eyes.

"understood."