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The ground vibrates slightly, and the seal 1-42 is very laborious to drive, but it seems heavy, but it is very agile to move.

The green eyes were hidden in the darkness of the face armor. Leonard was sweating profusely and gasped with difficulty. He failed to hit the blow. His spirituality had already bottomed out and he did not have the extra room to wield the weapon a second time.

The silver light that dismembered Jason Beria began to appear on his body, accompanied by a torn pain, was embedded in flesh and blood little by little.

He came one step later, and the matter seemed to be over. There was only a shadow of the loss of life before his eyes. Through the spirituality that echoed each other, Leonard could almost feel that 1-42 was angry because of the snatch of prey, and instead targeted the strange man in front of him.

The "Apostle of Desire" was killed, this is evidence of destruction, or something else... No, my body is almost at its limit... The drained spirituality made Leonard dizzy, flesh and blood sting, and he could hardly stand up straight. The red gloves behind him were coming one after another, guarding around like a great enemy. Captain Soster looked at the armor with an ugly face, then at the person opposite him, and finally gritted his teeth and stopped looking at Leonard.

"Old man...who is that?"

"Bakland...hidden, high-sequence power...?"

No one responded. The parasite who was just pointing out Jason Beria's weaknesses and abilities suddenly became quiet. Leonard received no response. While he was confused, he felt something was vaguely wrong.

This seemed to be a tense confrontation, but the strange man had no intention of being nervous at all. Two or three seconds later, he sighed.

"I don't want to have troubles at this time. Killing you will definitely attract at least two demigods, a waste of time."

"I killed your target, but I don't want to attack you."

His words seemed to have magical magic, which made people involuntarily believe. Leonard couldn't help but let go of his hostility a little. The pain made him unable to think carefully. He took the opportunity to look around through the face of the armor and saw that the other team members had some expressions of "relieving" on their faces, and seemed to be easily convinced by the other party.

Are you a strong man who is convinced? Obey? The "lawyer" path?

Leonard barely thought about the severe pain that almost made him faint. The pain in his body disappeared from time to time, giving him a chance to breathe. But the limit of "ten minutes" was getting closer and closer. He was about to die, torn apart by extraordinary objects, and died before revenge. It seemed that the hourglass of the countdown to life was left with only the last thin layer of sand.

Even Soster seemed to shake for a moment.

As the captain, he clearly grasped the strength gap between the two sides. They used 1-42 and let the other party escape, but when they saw each other, the Apostle of Desire had become the soul of the strange strong man in front of him. This matter seemed to have exceeded the limit of his ability of the team of Red Gloves. Even if they all participated in the battle, they might not be able to keep the other party, and they might not even be able to send the information back. If the other party was unwilling to take action, it seemed...it would be better...

He subconsciously felt this.

"Your team members will be killed by blood-stained armor."

He said slowly: "Do you want to watch your team members die again? Do you want to measure the weight of the mission and the team members' lives again?"

Soster's pupils suddenly shrank.

Leonard suffocated his breath and he clenched the hilt of the sword.

...The familiar way of speaking, coupled with the old man's sudden silence, and all kinds of doubts were superimposed, he suddenly grasped something.

This guess made him tremble uncontrollably.

"I have no hostility."

"You should believe me."

As he said that, as if to prove his sincerity, the figure of the strange and powerful man began to become blurred, and the colors around him gradually became bright, which was a symbol of entering the spiritual world. At this time, the red gloves were all shaken out of shape, and this behavior became the last straw that crushed Soster's belief. As soon as the strange and powerful man turned around, he shouted loudly to all the red gloves behind him in an almost outrageous voice:

“Dig the bathtub right now!”

"Prepare hot water! Quick! Quick!"

"Thirty-seven seconds left! Extraordinary abilities are allowed!"

The red gloves were as if they were amnesty and immediately digged the big hole at full speed to fill the water. Souther was still tense. He turned his head and looked at Leonard. He was about to speak when he suddenly saw the bloody silver armor holding swords in both hands, holding a high above his head, with a momentum that seemed to be ready to die, and rushed towards the strange man who was sneaking into the spiritual world, and slashing down fiercely!

"demon!!"

Leonard roared wide and shouted, "I want to do it for-"

The strange strong man kept walking, raised his arm and snapped his fingers.

There was a loud noise in Leonard's mind, his eyes suddenly became bloody and red. The extreme anger and hatred exploded in his heart, enough to make him lose his mind and die frantically on the spot. The capillaries exploded one after another under extremely high pressure, and bleeding from the corners of his mouth, eyes and nose at the same time, but he was not torn apart by his emotions like fireworks, nor did he weaken as quickly as Duke Negan. His emotions disappeared without a trace after an instant burst.

But even so, it is beyond the limit that Leonard can bear.

The sword took off his hand, and the armor staggered for half a step, and fell down with a bang.

He struggled to climb forward a few inches, stretched out his hand to the back tremblingly, and the blood fell from his face and was absorbed by the armor.

"Old man... don't steal... don't..."

“…I…I…don’t want to…forget…remember…”

The strange strong man seemed to have finally been alarmed, but at this time he had entered the spiritual world, and in his blurry sight, he saw the other party looking back at him casually, leaving a gentle sentence:

"It's you."

The companions shouted, approaching, and his vision suddenly darkened.

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Grera Beria is preparing for a new sacrifice ceremony.

Hurry up and sacrifice more lives to the great mother tree of desire and the demon king in order to gain favor in the upcoming battle.

His crisis intuition has not yet moved, but the news of successfully completing the assassination mission has been sent back. Then the bait should start to act quickly according to the plan and lead the other party to him. The arrangement on his side has been basically completed and things have been developing very smoothly.

Teams of people with wrists tied up were led by themselves, with a numb expression and a whip drove them toward the altar.

On the huge altar, many members of the Beria family were busy, engraving the symbols of the mother tree of desire and the demon king around the altar, engraving their names. After slaughtering the livestock, their blood will flow along every groove, filling all the marks and gullies, and allowing the lit candles to float up. The demons enjoy the fun of hunting, and the gods enjoy the spirit and soul of life, and welcome a happy and grand sacrifice together.

The gradually dim sky light put a shadow on everyone's faces, the sun hangs in the sky, and the red moon is about to rise.

The demigod, who oversees the altar affairs, came to Grera Beria: "Your Highness, everything is ready."

The demon king nodded. The night had not yet arrived, the sacred red moon had not yet risen, and the sacrifice had not yet begun, so I didn't care much about it.

He stood up from the stone pedestal, walked leisurely along the ascending stairs to the high platform beside the altar, where the ceremony was held to communicate with the gods. As a believer, he should offer God the best and most thoughtful offering. The human skin on the carpet under his feet was tanned into soft and elastic high-quality leather. The natural red patterns and traces were natural and beautiful, retaining the complete appearance when it was peeled off, sewing the eyes of four faces, leaving a wide mouth.

The demigod followed him step by step, without saying a word, and saw that He stopped and humbly lowered his head.

Suddenly, in a place where Grela Beria could not see, the body of the demigod trembled violently, his head tilted, pressed against his shoulders, and his cervical spine should have been broken. He lowered his head, his eyes rolled to the point where only the whites remained. The nerves inside seemed to have been broken, and blood rushed out of his eye sockets. He looked up quietly, quietly "looking" at Belia's back, and quietly opened his mouth: "—"

Before the sound could be made, his head was suddenly pulled out. He dragged a small piece of his spine and was thrown aside.

The headless corpse fell to the ground, making a sound similar to a bag of potatoes falling to the ground. Grera was prepared for a long time. He looked around, his eyes burned with blue flames, and a heavy thunder rolled through his throat: "Reverse effect?"

"It seems that you have caught your tail with the useless descendants!"

"You think I'll be hit with this little trick?"

He was contented by seeing through the other party's plot, and was angry at his own contempt. Just as He was extremely alert, a sound that was close to him, almost touching the back of His head suddenly rang out like thunder, which made His hands and feet cold, and the blood all over his body became cold:

"Yes, isn't this a trap?"

He could even imagine the smiley expression on his face.

A hand was placed on His shoulder reminded him of some ancient legends that he would never look back after being patted on his shoulder late at night. Spiritual intuition outlined the picture behind him by itself. The brown-haired man wore a pair of exquisitely crafted glasses, smiling and looking at Him coldly:

""die"!"

Beria's pupils shrank suddenly, and his brief fear made him lose his ability to think for a moment. The rust that symbolized death spreads downwards very quickly along the position of the hand. The flesh and bones continued to shrink along the way, and a breath took up most of the body.

A red light burst out from His body immediately, and the spirituality blessed by the Mother Tree of Desire was instantly burned to pieces.

The talisman that was originally intended to be used at the most critical moment to complete its mission in advance and blocked a fatal blow. The rust peeled off, and Belia's figure disappeared from the spot and appeared dozens of meters away. The black blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth and the blue veins on her forehead showed that the damage he suffered was not limited to this.

All plans were disrupted, and He turned to the direction of the altar and saw a scene that caused His heart to stop:

All the busy tribesmen on the altar stopped at the same time, turned around and looked at Him with the same smile, then took out monocle glasses of different styles and put them on their right eye.

The altar is controlled, so that it is impossible to offer enough sacrifices to the "Demon King" and the mother tree... But there is still a turning point, and you can also recite the name of the mother tree. You can be a little panicked and nervous, but you must never have the idea of ​​escape or fear!

Absolutely not!

A dangerous aura came to his face, and the flesh and blood animals and the members of the Beria family who had a low sequence burst one after another. The craze of the sea of ​​blood collapsed the buildings around him. Under the dusk sky, the huge demon looked down at him from a high place, with murderous intent and joy buried in his eyes.

The huge bat wings burning the flames of hell covered the sky, and the cells in His body were revitalized and fully expanded all their strength. The muscles raised from the bones, shining with the luster of rocks that had been burned for a long time. The swelling bloodline appeared under the skin, and the huge and powerful heartbeat made all the creatures around him feel that their blood was out of control.

The demon spread his wings and roared to the sky, showing a hideous anger, and then rushed towards Grera Beria, who was also fierce in his eyes.

In an instant, two huge demons roared and fought each other, and hundreds of meters in a radius turned into a filthy and desperate death land, and continued to expand outward.

...

Amon whistled, sat on a beam at the top of the altar, shaking his legs leisurely.

The battle of the complete mythical creatures was not something that Monte could watch at his level, but he had no idea of ​​watching, because he was unwavering about the outcome of this seemingly different battle and seemed to be less stable - what else could it be? Everyone felt that they had obtained the script, and the two Belias were, and the patriarchs of Belia were, and the gods probably felt the same, but only Amon knew that he and the outer god were watching their performances in the audience from beginning to end.

But victory alone is not enough. What he needs to do now is to make this victory as reasonable as possible.

The parasitic Belias acted one after another, but the numb animals still had no reaction. They were born for this, and they did not have the concept of running away in their minds, and even said something unscrupulous. Even Amon thought that it was most appropriate for the Belias to call them "farmers".

The symbols belonging to the Demon and the Mother of Desire were wiped away by the Amons, scraped off, engraved with open palms, and inverted crosses in the center.

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The devil's filthy words and curses sounded, and the crazy laughter and strange roars were intertwined, like two extremely disharmonious melodies of one high and one low. If another angel fell into this battle, it would probably not take long to be polluted by the abyss.

Mountains collapsed, the plains turned into rifts and cliffs, crushing all the farms along the way. Blue flames and lava burned the sky and the earth at dusk into flame-like colors, and scales and claws collided together to make a sound boom-like sound that could shatter the eardrums.

When they roared, the clouds in the sky were shattered, and they fought without any scruples, and the flow of the earth's veins and underground magma was changed.

With their brutal actions that almost gnawed each other's bodies, artificial volcanoes of all sizes rose up, and magma, smoke and volcanic ash buried all the animals and plants that could not escape under the gray.

All kinds of desires and emotions dye the earth black, and the torn tissues and meat were randomly discarded to the ground, resulting in countless hideous and terrifying mutant creatures. They followed their instincts to chase the melee demons, but were crushed into dirty and bloody flesh by the aftermath before getting close.

The biting that lasted for several minutes ended temporarily with a loss-making loss.
To be continued...