The water in the rear was muddy and exploded everywhere, blooming **** flowers, strange and bloody.

But Ling Xingye knew that this only looked tragic, but in fact it would not really kill the other party.

The saint's physique should not be underestimated, even if he suffered such a heavy injury, it was still not fatal. What's more, the water in the rear has the nature of the "Holy Mother" to save his life, and he is still far from killing him!

Sure enough, after a series of explosions, the rear water still stood in place and did not fall. Just cracked skin, covered in blood.

Ling Xingye endured the tiredness and powerlessness that swept his body, and took a step forward.

The Harlequin also took a step.

—Must… make the final blow!

This is a life and death struggle. From the very beginning, the purpose of the rear water was to kill Ling Xingye.

And Ling Xingye is also prepared to be conscious - not only the awareness of his own death in battle, but also the awareness of killing the enemy.

Now both sides are at the end of their battles, but Ling Xingye's situation is better, after all, he just exhausted his physical strength.

— So, odds are good! Just make up for that final blow!

Ling Xingye tried to raise his hand, but felt that he could not control the muscles in his body. With this simple movement, his arm was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Even the mind is dizzy, unable to think about too complicated things.

—I'm so tired...it's a negative effect of the world in the pot...doesn't it mean that the blood of silver is consumed? How did it become a need to consume physical strength?

Ling Xingye stopped and stood still, with his head lowered as if he had passed out.

His body stood loosely, like a puppet under the hands of a poor puppeteer, who could only barely show a "standing" posture.

But the buffoon raised his head and took another step forward.

It stretched out its arms, and a silk thread popped out from its fingertips.

— To kill the current Water of the Back, all it takes is a flying blade...

The slender and deadly blade sliced ​​through the air, silently slashing towards the neck of the water behind.

But suddenly, only a few centimeters away from the target's neck, the flying blade stopped suddenly.

The clown raised his left hand and pressed his right hand firmly to stop the flying blade's attack.

Ling Xingye raised his head slightly, and murmured with a wry smile: "The Iron Law of Silver..."

The Iron Law of Silver, Don't Kill!

Whether the God's Right Seat can be counted as a human being still needs to be discussed.

But at this time, the severely injured rear water, because of the devastating explosion of the angel spell in the body, and the nature of the "saint" and "Holy Mother" were also reduced to the extreme due to serious injuries, so it is very close to "human beings".

Therefore, the "iron law of silver" was directly triggered.

"Heh... I am indeed born silver..." Ling Xingye laughed at himself.

That being the case, he no longer insisted. After all, the water in the rear has weakened to the point of becoming a "human", so it shouldn't be able to threaten other people anymore, right?

Consciousness became more and more blurred, Ling Xingye grasped the last trace of clarity, and made the final operation-disarming the "pot in the pot".

Then, he vaguely heard a helpless sigh...it was Ling Qianji.

—Hmph, how could I let you succeed?

With such a hint of pleasure, Ling Xingye's consciousness fell into darkness.

The pot in the world is the ultimate trick of every silver, powerful, almost a symbol of "victory".

But performing this ultimate trick needs to consume the blood of silver, and the blood of silver is the root of the power of silver - without the blood of silver, they are no different from ordinary people.

Therefore, every silver will be very cautious when using the realm of the pot. "Ultimate trick" means a trick that will never be used until the last last resort.

But Ling Xingye's problem is that he uses the pot in the world too often!

It wasn't long before Ling Xingye awakened the realm of the pot, but in this short period of less than a month, he unfolded the realm of the pot many times.

The "Puppet Theater" in the initial stage is nothing more than that, and the second stage of "Unchanging Daily" has been performed three times in a row!

With such a high frequency of unfolding the realm of the pot, even those senior Baiyin couldn't bear it.

Therefore, the blood of silver in Ling Xingye's body was exhausted without any surprise.

Ling Xingye's bloodline is inherited from Baiyinyao, but as a "born silver", Ling Qianji's part also has his own bloodline.

However, in order to maintain himself and avoid complete "silverization", Ling Xingye immediately lifted the realm of the pot to prevent Ling Qianji's power from taking over this realm.

Then, using Baiyin's characteristic of "resisting changes", even if it is severely ischemic, it can still recover slowly, and continue to confront Ling Qianji to maintain a certain balance.

"I won!"

Ling Xingye fell into a coma happily.

The world in the pot receded, and Ling Xingye and Harlequin appeared out of thin air in the original abandoned neighborhood.

"Xingye!" Hitomi Shiranui, who had already arrived, hurried up to catch Ling Xingye's fallen body.

Stab it!

The lightning flashed, and Misaka Mikoto and Misaka 10001 jumped to their sides like guardians on the left and right, looking around warily.

"Where's the enemy?" Misaka Mikoto shone with lightning all over her body, her eyes brimming with high-spirited fighting spirit.

Misaka Mikoto was very annoyed that she didn't catch up with the last action to block the water from the rear - obviously she was the strongest combat force of the night force (in name), but every time she actually encountered a strong enemy, she was missed by herself. It's annoying!

After examination, it was found that Ling Xingye had just passed out due to exhaustion, and there was no obvious injury on his body, Shiranuo Tong was a little relieved.

Then, she bent down and lightly touched Ling Xingye's forehead.

After a while, Hitomi Shiranui raised her head.

"Xingye has won! The enemy has already been defeated, and is now seriously injured and on the verge of death." She announced, "Due to the reason of the pot in the world, he may have landed somewhere nearby, let someone search for it..."

After thinking for a while, Hitomi Shiranui added: "Let the law enforcement team send people, pay attention to safety, the enemy may still have the power to counterattack."

…

"It's... so embarrassing." Rear Water supported the wall, staggering and running, vomiting blood clots.

How long has it been since he suffered such a serious injury... Probably never, right?

"Ling Xingye, what a monster!"

The water in the rear suffered heavy losses, not to mention the failure of the mission. Because the balance of power in his body was broken, he could no longer possess the dual power of angelic spells and ordinary magic.

In other words, he lost the power and qualifications of the "God's Right Seat".

Now he is no longer the Water of the Back, but has turned back into William Orville, a magician and mercenary.

William didn't think there was anything wrong with his decision to come alone to assassinate Ling Xingye. He has no regrets about the ending he has now.

At this moment, the only regret in William's heart is that he failed to achieve the predetermined strategic goal and could not prevent the fire from the right from instigating a new war!

Before coming to Academy City, the worst outcome expected by Backwater at that time was that he and Ling Xingye would perish together—from the very beginning, there was no option for Ling Xingye to survive.

In order to avoid the outbreak of a new world war, Hou Zhishui chose to sacrifice Ling Xingye, a related person, and did not mind sacrificing himself at the same time~lightnovelpub.net~ But unfortunately, things backfired, and none of them died.

"I warned you to go all out."

Suddenly there was a voice from behind.

"It's you?" Turning around, it was the clown I met last night.

I remember being hit by myself with a stick... Rear Water opened his hand, only to realize that his metal stick had been damaged in the battle.

But he still tore down a lamppost casually—even though he was seriously injured, he was not helpless!

The clown laughed, and his body gradually faded away like a phantom.

"I also reminded you - to recognize who is the real enemy!"

After all, the clown disappeared completely.

But at both ends of the road, there are many figures appearing in shadows.