Obviously the Terminator knew this would happen, so he was ready to strike.
If he didn't, it would be too late.
At the very least, he couldn't allow himself to be a burden to the others.
That was the only thought in his mind.
"Your Majesty, please wait a moment." Lan Jue's voice transmitted to the Terminator.
From the beginning of the war until now, Satan was dead. Xiu Xiu was dead. The Pontiff was dead as well. They were the only ones left.
If the Terminator …
Lan Jue's heart felt like it was being cut by a knife, but he couldn't think of a better way.
"Take care of Chu Cheng. He is the last hope of the Northern Alliance. If you can defeat the aliens in the future, please help him."
The Terminator's voice was as calm as ever. There was no emotion in his voice, but it was as if he was leaving an orphan. Lan Jue's heart sank.
But there was nothing he could say to stop the Terminator. If he didn't act now, it would be too late.
The Terminator took a deep breath. Suddenly, his body swelled in size. His dark golden skin began to glow with an electric light. The Violet Empress' doppelgänger shivered. She waved her hand, and layers of violet light rippled out. Not only did it seal off Chu Cheng's attack, but it also created a barrier that kept the Terminator at bay.
The Terminator's eyes shone with a dark golden light. His aura began to surge, and a dark golden flame sprang from his feet. He was his own dharma, the pinnacle of body refinement. But now his body began to change strangely.
His muscles collapsed, but his bones expanded. In the space of a few breaths.
His muscles, his meridians, his organs.
All of them had actually disappeared.
It turned into a huge skeleton, its entire body a dark golden color.
"That's …" The Keeper's eyes widened in shock. He vaguely remembered reading something like this in an ancient tome.
"Undead Transformation!" The Bookworm exclaimed in surprise as he filled in the gaps in his memory.
Yes, Undead Transformation!
The Keeper remembered, as far back as he could remember, there was a terrifying way of training in the West.
However, this method should only be used in the Western League.
When some Necromancers reached a certain level of cultivation and were about to reach the end of their lifespan, they could use some methods to transform their bodies into Necromancers. After becoming Necromancers, they would be able to live longer and conduct more research on Necromancy.
Another possibility was that when the Necromancer was conducting research and experiments, his body would suffer irreversible damage, and he might choose to convert.
This transformation was irreversible. In a sense, once the transformation was complete, the person would no longer be human.
Instead, he existed in the form of an undead.
But, like the Terminator in front of them.
Even they had never heard of a method to directly transform oneself into an undead in battle, let alone seen it.
The Keeper could only vaguely sense that in this process the Terminator was filtering out all the energy in his body, fusing it into his bones, making him stronger. As for the side effects, they didn't know.
What they did know was that the Terminator in this state was many times more terrifying than before. His aura had risen to the level of the Infinite.
Boom--! He punched out.
The Queen's doppelganger's defenses shattered.
The Terminator's dark golden eyes blazed with soulfire. His body flickered as he closed in on the Queen's doppelganger. His giant claws swiped at the Queen's doppelganger.
Tiny cracks appeared in space as the Terminator's claws tore through the fabric of space. The Terminator's claws tore through the fabric of space, covering a vast area.
Chu Cheng was sent flying by the Terminator's kick. He landed on the Pharmacist's side of the battlefield.
The Queen of Monarch's doppelganger was no match for the Terminator. She waved the violet threads of light in her hands, creating a second layer of defense. At the same time, the Terminator's Creation and Destruction Domain expanded to encompass the Terminator.
But to her surprise, the Terminator's skeleton didn't change at all under the Life and Death Domain.
Neither the powers of creation nor destruction had any effect on the Terminator's dark golden bones.
Boom!
The Terminator's punch sent the Queen's doppelganger tumbling through the air. A plume of violet mist erupted from its body, clearly wounded.
But the Terminator's movements were sluggish. He couldn't keep this up for long.
"Roar!"
The Northern Alliance's Major League leader roared to the heavens, the strongest of the Northern Alliance. The Terminator's power was at its peak. His body flared with a dark golden light, and in the blink of an eye he was a thousand afterimages. He pounced on the Queen's doppelganger from all directions, cutting off all possible escape routes.
The Terminator still had a skill like this up his sleeve. Not even the humans could have guessed it, much less the aliens.
This was a power that could only be unleashed in the face of death. But now the Terminator had turned the tables on the Queen's doppelganger.
The Queen's doppelganger was nowhere to be seen. All that remained were the Terminator's shadows.
The only thing Lan Jue could sense was that the Terminator's life force was gone, but his soul was still as strong as ever. This was all he could muster for the final blow.
If the Pontiff's death had ignited their fighting spirit, then the Terminator's suicidal attack had ignited the Paragons' blood.
The Keeper and Bookworm exchanged a look. They both saw the same determination in each other's eyes. The Keeper lifted his right hand, and the Bookworm grasped it with his left.
"Why are you holding my hand, you old man!" The Keeper hissed.
Still, he gripped the Bookworm's hand tightly.
Both of their bodies began to light up. It was a kind of transparent brightness.
It was as if they had turned into white crystals at that moment.
The battlefield could not collapse. If it did, it would mean the end of the human race.
The Terminator had chosen mutual destruction. How could the other Paragons not have the same thought?
… …
"We are the ultimate weapon," the Bookworm said. "It's a wonderful feeling," the Bookworm said.
The Keeper snorted. "What do you mean 'we'? It's me!
You think you're as strong as I am?! "
"You old bastard," the Bookworm growled. "What's the point of fighting at your age?
I've made up my mind. In the end, it's either win or die. I've lived long enough, and I've experienced almost everything this world has to offer.
To be old and not die is to be a thief. What say you! "
"You think I'm afraid of you?" The Keeper retorted. "Let's see who will die first!"
The Bookworm snorted. "Don't be a coward, you know!"
The Keeper snorted. "Why should I be afraid? The younger generation of Skyfire Avenue has grown up. If I die, they'll support Skyfire Avenue.
It'll be a worthy death.
When the time comes, we'll drag one or two of the aliens down with us. "
The Bookworm raised a hand in the air like a tortoise. "When the time comes, whoever doesn't will be the one to die!"
… …
"Don't!" Lan Jue screamed. But he couldn't get away from the fight.
The Keeper turned his head to look at him. A proud smile played at the corners of his mouth, and he waved his hand casually.
He took a step through the air, and in the blink of an eye he and the Bookworm were directly above the battlefield.
The three Nirvana-level aliens had begun to gain the upper hand, but the sudden change in the Keeper and Bookworm's bodies startled them.
They could see what was happening to the Queen's doppelgangers. Even in such dire straits, these humans still had the power to fight back. They couldn't help but feel a little afraid.
But these doppelgangers were different from the Violet Prince and Princess. They were Monarch, Empress, and Monarch's Consort.
They had to carry out their orders and take back the Sword, no matter the cost. This was their mission. There was no room for retreat.
Life and Death Domains layered over each other, forming a barrier in the sky. Simultaneously, they launched an all-out attack to repel the Pharmacist and the others.
The Paragons of Skyfire Avenue had tears in their eyes. The Keeper and Bookworm were old, but their positions on Skyfire Avenue were irreplaceable. They were also the best scientists in the Eastern Alliance, and had contributed immeasurably to the Eastern Alliance's development.
They had come up with some of the most important research projects for the ink element.
Although they hadn't yet worked together, their contributions to the field of science were equally significant.
But now that the battle had come to this, there was no one to stop them.
The Keeper and Bookworm laughed uproariously. The two of them had fought for their lives, but now they were locked in an embrace. The white light around them grew more and more unstable.
Two specks of white light appeared above the two avatars. The Nirvana-level avatars felt their bodies go numb, and a sense of danger welled up in them. They wanted nothing more than to turn and run.
But how could the Pharmacist and the others allow them to escape?
Ten thousand swords converged into one, and the light of Occisus surged from all directions, cutting off all escape routes.
(To be continued.)