Chapter 450 Beautiful...“Sylvia!” The white waves passed by, and Xiuman came late, looking anxiously at Sylvia who was lying beside the tree. Naflai was not in a good condition. When he saw Xiuman, he slowed down his movement towards Sylvia and watched him vigilantly. Xiuman supported Sylvia, and seeing that Sylvia's consciousness was blurred due to the severe pain, he did not bother to calm her down. Then he used his inner mental interference to suppress the severe pain in Sylvia's body. "Uh... Xiuman..." Sylvia's eyes were hazy, and it took her a long time to refocus before she could see clearly who was rushing to her side. "Sorry……" "No need to apologize, you're here just in time..." Sylvia put on her usual smile, "Help me, help me... deliver the baby..." "You want it now?" Xiuman opened his eyes wide. He felt that he should stabilize the situation first. "After the children are born... I may not be able to be with them." Sylvia said to herself.
"Don't be kidding." "I am indeed an incompetent and bad mother. In the end, I can't give my baby anything except a ten-year-old body as a cradle." Sylvia smiled miserably. Shuman said nothing, or rather, was speechless. "Xiu Man, when the children grow up in the future and face choices, please help me tell them... 'Be yourself', don't be like me..." Sylvia's voice became weaker and weaker, as if she would close her eyes at any time. Xiuman's lips trembled constantly. Boom! Nafley controlled his Shoggoths to transform into a black torrent and rush towards Xuman and Sylvia. He didn't care about anything else. If he dragged it on any longer, he would be forced to evacuate. He had to fight now. But before the black torrent got too close, two huge black lights, one sweeping across and the other piercing, broke up the Shoggoth, pierced it, and decomposed its body on a large scale. Anti finally emerged from the shadows. He arrived earlier than Xiuman, but he was unable to escape from the shadows and was dragged down by them. Sister Remains, what are you thinking about? As for the second attack of the same nature as the Shadow King Halberd, it did not come from Sister Remains, but... Anti looked and saw Hopkins' figure appear in the distance. She had a petite figure, black and gold hair dancing in the wind, her dress swaying, and in both hands she held a pitch-black halberd that was seriously out of proportion to her body shape. The Shadow King's Halberd...another one. The Shadow King had two halberds. One was left in the sea with Akuskati after he was buried with him, and the other was right in front of him. At the same time, when Anti saw the halberd, he realized that it was the anchor of this half-dream. Hopkins holds the halberd, closely connected to it, and although she is a little girl she has a sense of transcendence. The two Phantom King Halberds resonated with each other and both wanted to fly towards each other. Hopkins took a look and then gently let go.
The second Shadow King Halberd flew in front of Anti, and Anti once again caught the halberd with his extra right hand that had been locked before. Nafley surged and began to evacuate. It was unclear where such a terrifying existence came from, but the situation was very clear to it. Bradulela could not have much effect and could not hold back many masters. It is in a very bad condition now. All the Shoggoths in its body are throwing tantrums. Sylvia's special power has not been obtained, so it can only retreat now. But it wanted to withdraw, but Hopkins didn't think so. "Although it's a dream, I don't want to let it go." She said to Anti, her voice was still the same as before, but her mature tone made Anti feel strange and familiar. "Okay." He responded simply. Hopkins held it up with one hand and picked up a green lotus in the air with the other hand. In the emerald eyes, lotus pupils identical to Handilon's appeared, spinning, and then phantom arms extended from behind. Countless arms were surrounding him, and there was a brilliant light behind Hopkins' head, making him look like a god. As she stretched her arm forward. All the Shoggoth slime was frozen and unable to move at all. Anti leaped up, waving two pitch-black halberds in his four arms alternately. The inky black light was rolled up from the cracks in reality, fully displaying the power to knock the entity into nothingness. Finally, the two halberds fell. The body of Naflai in the dream completely collapsed, and a large number of Shoggoths turned into ashes and scattered. They howled dully, and many of them were unable to realize that their own demise was coming until the very end. Naflai's main body quickly disappeared, leaving only the last trace. She stared blankly as Anti fell in front of her, a huge crack appeared in her chest, and her tongue rolled up her remnants and put them into her mouth. "Ah~." A meaningful voice came out from the last imitation of its mouth, "So that's how it is... Are you... the last child I'll have in the future? Haha, it's really interesting, the future..." "Hungry?" The big mouth swallowed the undispersed remnants of Nafle in one gulp and made a puzzled sound. "It's okay, just eat yours." After calming down Big Mouth casually, Anti crossed his two halberds behind his back and looked at Hopkins, feeling that it was not unexpected. No, now it should be "Heaven and Earth Hand". "Awakening in a critical moment?" An asked. Hopkins shook her head gently, and all the abnormalities on her body disappeared and she turned back into that delicate little girl: "I have reincarnated into this dream countless times, how could I wake up because of such a fictional crisis." "Then who are you?" "I don't know. Maybe it was your arrival that woke me up. I had this dream for so long... so long that I don't want to wake up even now." Hopkins said a little disappointedly. "Don't you want to wake up?" Hopkins remained silent. The two walked towards Sylvia together.
Anti realized a problem. The Hand of Heaven and Earth fell into a dream due to human nature, which was probably a matter of his subjective will. Sylvia's baby is born. When Anti and Hopkins returned here, they happened to see that scene. Sylvia used her strength to cut open her belly, and the bright golden light washed away the blood. Shuman took the two children out of her belly. But those two kids weren't normal. The first child to be carried out was born with four arms. The second child, however, had no arms. It was as if the arm of the child who came later was transferred to the body of the child who came earlier. However, Sylvia no longer had the heart to pay attention to these things. With the birth of her children, all her strength dissipated in an instant. The thing that supported her broken body was gone, and her life came to an end. …… In the dream, Bradulela turned into a pool of pus and blood and gradually lost its last vitality. "Well, I still didn't have a baby with you, and I got beaten again. You are as heartless as Lebaons, but he only cares about his own limits, and you... hehe... Anti, although you rejected me, I never lie, I like you very much... keep up the good work... eh!" Before he could finish his words, he smashed it to pieces with a hammer. The stranger watched in silence as the last drop of blood bubble on the ground ceased to appear, and then turned to look at the person next to him. He had just suddenly appeared and together with it, he had completely cut off the last chance of survival for Braduleira. The woman with long, beautiful, crystal white hair was so stunningly beautiful that it was hard to tell for a moment whether she was a real person or not. She was like the embodiment of beauty known to humans. It's not just her appearance that's beautiful, her body is spotless as well, as if embellished with all sorts of brilliance. Standing there she's like a walking pearl. "Hello, sir, thank you for your efforts to protect the people here." The woman greeted in a kind and playful manner. The stranger clenched his weapon tightly, ready to destroy the flower with his brutal hands as he wished. "Are you very tired, but can't find a place to rest?" The woman's concerned words stunned the stranger. Then he waved away the approaching woman with disdain, turned around and walked away slowly. The first miracle worker of light, Kashira. Even angels praise its beauty, but it makes strangers feel uncomfortable. However, it will not vent its displeasure about this beauty. (End of this chapter)