Chapter 56 Temporarily extinguished

When the so-called [Overlord] chopped off, or rather ate alive, the head of the last Dark Angel, Morgan was finally able to see its true nature.

It was fog, an ominous, blood-red fog.

It was exactly the same as those Chapters of Evil that tortured her spirit forever.

In other words, they are the same kind, but they are just multiple sides of a dice with no difference in nature and means.

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If I give in to those blue and purple whispers in my heart, will I end up like this?

She looked at the [Overlord] who was walking slowly and fell into deep thought.

In Morgan's pupils, the current appearance of Ran Dan's greatest warrior in the past was reflected: its arms and legs were still unimaginably strong, but the once huge, ferocious head was now shriveled to the point of being out of shape, and the sharp fangs were

His teeth could no longer spit out words, and he could only drool continuously, as if he was stupid.

Its blood is flowing with no sign of stopping. Although it has killed so many blood, its own blood has not been spared.

The increasingly swollen head of the big hunting dog has sucked out the last trace of its courage and strength. It is barking triumphantly, but it longs for more and is never satisfied.

Morgan stared at it, staring at the crimson mist that once surrounded the alien, but now completely occupied its limbs and bones. She sniffed it gently and smelled the smell of blood and brains.

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[War, killing, brutality, hatred, destruction, anger, skull, death battle, bestiality, bravery...]

As the thick mist of blood got closer and closer, and became more and more pressing, countless words came with the roar of the wild god, like angry hammers, hitting Morgan's will one after another, and then in front of the Primarch.

The thick mental barrier turned into nothingness.

The vicious woman frowned. She searched through her memory and cognition, searching for the meaning of these words and their nature.

Search one by one.

Confirm one by one.

Her brows furrowed even more.

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All things exist in a hierarchy.

The same goes for emotions.

There are levels of joy. Smiles and ecstasy are far from the same. There are also levels of hatred. Some hatred only requires one punch, while some hatred requires endless struggle for generations until one of them is completely eliminated.

disappear.

The same thing: gratitude, contempt, fear... all kinds of emotions are like this.

Morgan is not sure what kind of sense he has towards these overwhelming blood mist: fear? Disdain? Or simply fear?

There seems to be some.

But one thing is certain.

She narrowed her eyes, her fingertips flashed with invisible sharpness, and with a single swipe, she cut off the sharp claws extended by this menacing evil miasma, leaving only the endless angry roar that echoed in the sea of ​​souls.

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The moment she wielded her psychic power, the roar seemed particularly loud.

She doesn't dislike this will, she hates the voice of the gods that brags about war, killing and reckless destruction.

It's like this barbaric god doesn't like her either.

Power unimaginable by mortals continued to gather at Morgan's fingertips. She hesitated for a moment, and then almost arrogantly waved thousands of invisible scythes, causing the originally overwhelming blood-red mist to disappear in the blink of an eye.

Everything is in disarray, and it will never be the same again.

The angry roar was bigger and more terrifying. It seemed that it might pounce on her at any time and tear her to pieces. In fact, she could feel that a power containing destruction was planning to do just that.

Then, another long laugh came.

It was an extremely charming, extremely private, and extremely lustful laughter. It was used from all directions and swept into an army in the blink of an eye.

She guessed correctly.

Angry war roars and lewd laughter collided in the invisible sky, and even the never-ending howling wind in the desert temporarily died down due to the collision of the two giants.

They are fighting, competing, and wielding blasphemous power against each other that mortal creatures can never imagine. This dispute seems to be the first time, and it seems to have been staged countless times. It seems to only last for a second, and it seems

will last until the end of time.

Until the third force arrived belatedly, it was another long and sharp laugh, like countless twisted eyeballs and tentacles multiplying in the void.

The three fangs of the gods are intertwined together like this, and they fight and kill each other without any bottom line: brutal offensive, cunning avoidance, laughter and injury...

The continuous bursts of wild laughter intertwined together and eventually turned into a network that gradually became farther and farther away, until they disappeared into the farthest corner of the sea of ​​souls, no longer visible to anyone.

Morgan looked up, looking up at the existences that she could not fight against, or even look directly at, gradually disappearing at the end of her will. She knew that these three forces were far from their serious attitude. This was just the most terrifying thing among the three.

The weak pastime of existence, when their endless will was invested in countless individuals, these three blasphemous gods in the void drew out their insignificant gestures and power, in this unknown corner

To kill their never-ending emptiness.

But despite this, she still laughed.

Laughing at this unexpected opportunity.

What she saw in front of her was not her plan, but when she realized that an existence that she had never seen before, but was as terrifying as the blasphemous evil gods in her mind, was staying for this battle, what was in her mind

The desire to challenge and observe naturally emerged.

She knew it would be okay, because the moment she unleashed her spiritual power, the blue and purple mist flooded out of her heart again.

Even when that provocative thought appeared in her mind, she could hear the twisted laughter.

Morgan's smile only existed for a moment.

Everything that happened before her eyes proved that the gods were not united as one.

At the very least, when the development of the situation does not make them panic, they do not mind facing other similar species with hostility and confrontation, and even regard the cannibalism between similar species as a time-killing theme.

This time, she came to this conclusion.

This is enough.

Her life is still very long, and she almost instinctively senses how long she has to understand her nightmare bit by bit.

Go a little deeper.

Let’s analyze it a little bit.

Go try it a little bit.

One day.

She will definitely get what she wants.

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As for this poor guy...

Her eyes moved to the former [Overlord]. As the scarlet mist was dispersed by her, the greedy big hunting dog could only suck the host's blood more and more crazily. This man originally had dark red and dark black skin mixed in.

The alien appeared together, and now there are large pale marks on both arms.

It knelt on the ground, its eyes finally regaining a rare clarity.

Morgan looked at it silently, she was in no mood to end the suffering before her.

But it doesn't matter, someone has it.

Rapid footsteps came from behind, and Morgan didn't even need to look back to know what was happening.

It peeled away the thick smoke that spread over the entire battlefield and would almost never dissipate.

Hector finally arrived.

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When the rising stars of the Second Legion arrived, everything was over.

He looked at the bridge, the burning bridge, wrapped in endless smoke and flames, like a door to hell slowly opening. Countless devils were occupying the other side of the bridge, using blood and the last

The wounded were engaged in a carnival that was unparalleled in the world.

【keep going.】

That voice sounded in his heart.

Hector didn't answer or waver, he just moved forward quietly.

He knew who the voice belonged to.

Therefore, under the command of this voice, he went one step ahead of his team members and came here. He was silent all the way, and did not tell anything more even to the most trustworthy Lord Kailon.

Hector advanced, holding the sword tightly.

He smelled the fight.
To be continued...