Hill.

King Solomon Hill.

The man who was supposed to have died in the fall of the Holy City decades ago has once again appeared in front of the world, like a carefully planned stage performance, shining at the climax of the plot.

Hill had an uncontrollable smile on his face and proudly opened his hands, as if enjoying the silent applause.

Gazing across the dull faces, like a stunning prank, Hill successfully teased everyone, both good and bad.

"How are you feeling at this time?"

Hill looked at Beelzebub and Mammon provocatively, and in turn mocked, "The devil who is so high up there sometimes falls in the hands of humans."

The deep smile echoed endlessly. Hill had been looking forward to this day for too long. For this moment, he paid an unimaginable price. At the same time, there were countless people who followed Hill who were willing to do this for him. It was so misty and almost impossible.

dedication to the cause.

From the moment the Holy City fell...

No, it goes much longer than that. As early as when Hill and Envy first met, and from the day when the young Hill vowed to drive out the devil, Hill has been taking steps towards the future he has today.

Every step was bloody, costly, and littered with corpses.

Beelzebub and Mammon were completely stunned on the spot, without any response to Hill's sarcasm. The scenes in their eyes were too horrifying. Even the devil needed a certain amount of time to understand and unravel the mysteries of the past.

Reconnecting a terrible truth.

The expressions of Boluogo and others behind Hill were similar to the reaction of the devils now.

As if he had forgotten that he was on the battlefield, Boluoge stopped fighting, and even the resentment and unwillingness boiling in his heart disappeared in an instant.

It was somewhat difficult for Boluogo to understand what was happening in front of him. It was like a bad suspense movie, with twists and turns after twists and turns, leaving the audience exhausted.

He turned his head stiffly and looked blankly at Xilin aside. Xilin's condition was not much better than that of Boluogo. Before, Xilin had vaguely guessed that Leviathan was the shadow behind the Bureau of Order. He was in awe.

Nothing can be done.

But Xilin never expected that Leviathan's true identity was King Solomon Hill, the man who should have died long ago.

"It's...what a ghost..."

Xilin exclaimed in a low voice and clenched the secret sword in his hands with all his strength.

In this battlefield of real and fake, virtual and real, it seems that only the sword in his hand can give Xilin a sense of security.

Xilin originally thought that he was the source of the conspiracy, which started in the bloody night. Now it seems that he is just a part of it, and the truth of all this must be traced back further...

In the past hundred years, every major event that has affected the world has his shadow behind it. He blew his breath gently and turned into a storm raging around the world a hundred years later.

A complex smile appeared on Xilin's face. In the past, in the teachings of extraordinary forces, this shadow was often used to refer to the devils who control the world, but this time it refers to King Solomon Xi.

you.

Xilin didn't know the final direction of the current situation, nor did he understand what King Solomon Hill's purpose was, but he knew that the devils were fooled and deceived, and he saw that these noble beings also have such a side.

, Xilin has never rejoiced in his misfortune.

Even Xilin's own fate is unknown.

"Ah...ah..."

Palmer looked here and there. Unlike Boluogo and Xilin who had many thoughts, his poor brain was almost cooked. Let alone thinking about problems, even speaking, he could only utter these words.

A monotonous and helpless voice.

This is also in line with Palmer's character and logical approach.

The eerie silence lasted for a few more seconds, and then was completely shattered by the pure white sun rising from the ground.

Nethaniel detonated his secret power without warning, vaporizing the few Wordless Ones closest to him into a piece of powder.

In the dazzling light, complicated paths spread all over Nethanil's strong body. He controlled his power cautiously and carefully, releasing his power to the maximum within the scope of the soul scar's influence.

The scattered heat detonated the battlefield, and Boluogo and Xilin fought hard again. Even Palmer, who was slow to react, threw the storm feather, and the dagger split into dozens, sweeping across the duel field like a steel hurricane.

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In the expanding light group, Nathaniel asked Albert, "Is this the truth you call, the so-called witness?"

"Why, are you satisfied?"

Albert elegantly wiped his saber with his cuffs, and while wiping away the blood, several speechless people fell beside him. Their bodies were all intact, and the only wound was the slender wound at the throat.

, almost invisible blood stains.

Nathaniel's expression became complicated, his eyes evasive, as if he was engaged in some kind of fierce battle.

He said, "Not enough... not enough!"

Nethanil's power was operating efficiently, and the output ether faintly touched the upper limit of the alchemy matrix, and tiny cracks spread from the edge of the soul scar.

While his power was expanding, Nathaniel also recalled the history of the Bureau of Order, countless employees who died in the line of duty, and thrilling battles...

Nathaniel said unwillingly, "If you have been planning for so long, just being on par with the devils... is not enough, it is far from enough!"

Albert jumped a few steps back lightly, avoiding the scope of Nathaniel's crazy growing sun.

He said, "Don't be impatient, Nathaniel, you haven't witnessed the end yet, have you?"

The saber swung up quickly, and Albert's ether was not abused at all. Every strand was used to the limit. Then, the complete heads fell to the ground one by one. The expressions of the Silent People were calm, just like they had never died before they died.

Didn't feel the slightest pain.

"I have been waiting for this day for decades, and all mankind has been waiting for thousands of years."

Albert chopped off the head of the speechless man in front of him, as if the section was smooth and clear, just like the medical model used in the classroom.

"You are a lucky guy. As long as you wait patiently for a while, you can get a glimpse of the ending of everything."

Albert seemed to have a mysophobia. After killing an enemy, he would subconsciously wipe the blade. He always had a signature smile on his face, making it difficult to tell whether he was giving a friendly gesture or a friendly gesture.

Treat everyone with contempt.

He is an elegant being with a classical style, just like the Albert Alfredo that Nathaniel once knew and was written into the history books.

Albert lived in a special era, which was the transition between the old era and the new era. The singing of poets was replaced by printing, and the lords were escorted out of the strict castles and hanged on the gallows in the square.

The armored knights charged across the field and were shot to pieces by machine guns.

It was a turbulent era, and Albert grew up in such an era. He had the pedantic etiquette of the old era, but also had the ideas of the new era.

"It's been a long time since I felt like this."

Albert's smile grew even louder, and he slashed a few times with precision, cutting the speechless man in front of him, who was entangled with bloodshot threads, into pieces.

In the blink of an eye, several more speechless people fell heavily to the ground. Albert still had the same relaxed and comfortable posture, but it was also clearly noticeable that his breathing was somewhat disordered.

"How are you?"

Nathaniel asked while approaching Albert. At this time, he had stopped indiscriminate bombardment during the day, and instead used the high temperature with his fists to burn out those who were in the way.

"It's okay, it's just that I haven't exercised for a long time and I'm still a little unaccustomed to it."

Albert's smile became a little bitter. Although he was the first-generation director of the Bureau of Order, in today's era, Albert's secret powers still seem a bit outdated.

Fortunately, Albert's rich combat experience will not fade due to the changes of the times. He is still the presence that made enemies fearful.

With the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword, the enemy fell apart!

"So...are you an immortal?"

Nethaniel grabbed the head of a speechless man and burned his head directly into a ball of broken ashes. The headless corpse fell heavily to the ground and was wrapped in layers of seeping granulation.

"Immortal?" Albert shook his head and responded, "Unfortunately, I am not immortal yet."

Nathaniel didn't understand, "Then how did you survive until now?"

Albert's lifespan has obviously reached the limit of the Glorious One. Logically speaking, he should be like Mamo, relying on a bunch of complicated machines to survive, but now, he is killing the enemy bravely on this battlefield, walking as fast as flying.

"Rely on the power of the evil in this world, one among all."

Albert said, looking back at the huge thing at the edge of the Pillar of King's Power.

While Nethanil and the others were fighting in the duel field, the battle among thousands of people also continued. The huge body repeatedly hit the pillar of royal power, calling out the high-pitched ether, twisting dense thunderstorms, and surrounding the building.

The surface roared past.

Countless flesh and blood shattered and fell, while countless flesh sprouts broke out of the ground.

After the transformation of the Kingdom of Slurry, the Pillar of Royal Power has now turned into a living giant. In order to further contain the Kingdom of Slurry and prevent the King of Terror from completing the coronation ceremony, thousands of people continued to attack the Pillar of Royal Power.

Launch an attack.

While the One of Ten Thousands peeled off large pieces of flesh and blood, it itself was also riddled with heavy parasitic tumors. The evil flesh and blood took root on its surface and wriggled violently deeper into the body.

The two behemoths started fighting each other in such a primitive and brutal way, causing constant vibrations and sweeping into the duel field, which only made people feel like the earth was shaking.

"The One of Ten Thousands itself does not have any powerful combat capabilities, but just like the Throat of the Abyss can open winding cracks at will, it also possesses extremely important strategic capabilities."

Albert explained, "That's storage and replication."

Nathaniel looked at Albert suspiciously, repeating the name of the one in his mouth, trying to guess some truth from this name.

"One of Ten Thousands can perfectly copy our consciousness, personality, and logical methods, and integrate this huge cluster of consciousness. It can be said that it is definitely the smartest one among the evils in this world."
To be continued...