The crowned one.

This highest level, which only exists in theoretical conceptions, has always been pursued by scholars to explore the boundless supreme realm. It is regarded as the ultimate manifestation of the power of the condenser. Its depth and mystery even make the devils obsessed with it.

Compete with each other.

The highest, the holy crown.

Only by wearing this heavy crown can we truly break through the critical point and get rid of the power system originating from aliens, and then free our individual will from the constraints and gain true freedom and liberation.

Once upon a time, this power was regarded as an unattainable and crazy fantasy, but now, it is truly unfolding before the eyes of the world.

The crowned person does not even need to exert any power, he just stands there quietly, and the weak power naturally revealed around him is enough to make everything around him feel suffocatingly heavy and oppressive.

"Power... pure power."

Sick, intoxicated voices echoed, accompanied by a burst of sinister laughter and the sound of heavy footsteps.

Every rise and fall of the sound made the broken ground tremble slightly, until the abominable figure walked out of the sea of ​​​​fire, showing all of him to the world without reservation, that grotesque and perfect posture.

Seeing the appearance of that figure, Boluogo couldn't help but hold his breath.

Today, Servais is no longer the shriveled and skinny appearance he had before. With the restriction of the One of Ten Thousands, the kingdom of slurry has fully recovered, and a steady stream of blood rich in the philosopher's stone is pouring into his body.

That is the blood full of golden soul.

The golden blood was injected into Servais' body, like a miracle. He seemed to have regained his youth, and his body expanded into a giant under the complex etherification.

The remains of the secret sword guided by Xilin are now deeply embedded in Servais's body. They are like evil centipedes, twisting and clinging to his flesh and blood, and they are like entangled vines between each other, completely enveloping him.

bondage.

Previously, these sharp blades could easily cut Servais and tear his skin, but now, they are closely connected with his flesh and blood and integrated into one.

Covered by layers of intertwined sword blades, Servais seemed to be wearing a pair of rugged blade armor, with every edge shining with a deadly cold light, making people shudder.

Servais moved forward slowly, each step accompanied by the rustling sound of blade armor rubbing against each other, sparks flying, as if playing a terrifying symphony for his arrival.

His shoulders and back were filled with sharp swords. These swords were arranged in an orderly manner, as if he was carrying a heavy weapon rack on his back, or like a monster being besieged by countless hunters.

The spear and arrow feathers show wildness and ferocity.

The golden mask worn on Servais' face is now strangely and completely integrated with his face.

As his flesh and blood revived and expanded, the once brilliant and shining mask seemed to have been cursed by darkness and was shattered in all directions. Each fragment was like dried and broken soil, weakly attached to his face, reflecting his current situation.

The ferociousness and terror.

The original crown on top of his head had long since shattered and disappeared, replaced by a light-cast crown made of bundles of brilliant golden rays of light.

The diadem hung above Servais's head, and the light overflowed, surging like a golden torrent, illuminating Servais' current ferocious face and terrifying body.

Just as Servais said, in this supreme transformation, he has become the incarnation of the empire, but this empire is not the Kogadel Empire, but... the country of gel.

"Xilin!"

Servais shouted in a loud voice, clear ripples appeared in his voice, and spread out like a shock wave.

Xilin stood firmly in place, without wavering at all, but his eyes showed an unprecedented sense of solemnity, and his throat became a little dry, as if he was in a hot hell.

"Oh, and you, Boluogo."

Servais then looked at Bologg who was standing aside. Bologg also looked prepared. He had fought against many Glorious Ones and Devils, but this was the first time he faced the Crowned One.

"Do you want to continue? Everyone."

Servais smiled, and the gold inlaid on his face changed with the muscles, as if molten gold was poured on Servais's skin wantonly, and then cooled and solidified in the outline of his face, presenting a picture of both.

A weird and gorgeous gesture.

"The Crowned One...the Most High Crowned One."

Boluogo did not immediately respond to Servais's words, but mumbled a few words to himself.

Unlike Xilin, who had almost zero understanding of the existence of the Crowned One, Bologo roughly understood the meaning of the existence of the Crowned One from Leviathan... Hill.

The crowned ones are on the same level as the devils. The only difference is that the crowned ones do not have authority and original sin.

Thinking of this, Boluogo laughed self-deprecatingly. Even without authority and original sin, the crowned person is still an overwhelming presence to the glorious one.

Just like the Glorious One can kill the Glorious One, but it will never have any impact on the devil, the gap between the two is the grand boundary between the mortal and the extraordinary.

But... there is no hope of victory.

Since the previous attack by the One Thousand Ones on the Kingdom of Gel could interrupt Servais' coronation ceremony, then destroying the Kingdom of Gel may make Servais fall from the rank of crowned one.

After all, the way for Servais to become the crowned one is through the huge golden soul. Once the soul is exhausted, no one knows what the result will be.

Thinking of this, Boluogo was the first to respond, "I haven't killed the crowned one yet."

Before he finished speaking, Boluogo's own alchemical matrix seemed to turn into a bottomless black hole, roughly plundering the high-concentration ether around him, pouring them all into the ether, forcibly filling up his missing power.

Amidst the sharp sting caused by the etheric siphon, Bologo said sharply.

"You can be the first!"

The power of the Glory One soared and flew away. Boluogo's figure twisted and changed under the influence of this power, and disappeared in an instant, leaving only the air blasting sound caused by the high-speed movement in the empty duel field.

echo.

At the same time, Xilin was not to be outdone. The power of control he controlled once again turned into an invisible storm, sweeping across the entire duel field indiscriminately, further controlling, recruiting, and turning the already crumbling buildings and venues into his own.

use.

Large swaths of masonry and flesh were lifted up under Xilin's will, intertwined and fused in mid-air, and formed into a deformed sword tens of meters long.

The great sword was dripping with blood and swaying with countless tentacles, as if it were a demonic soldier summoned from the abyss of hell.

Xilin used all his strength to drive the deformed sword to hit Servais with a thunderous force. The huge sword shadow flashed past, like a meteorite falling from the sky, and headed towards Servais with the momentum of destroying everything.

Come.

Facing this shocking blow, Servais seemed unusually calm. He stood on the spot, neither hiding nor evading. He just raised his hand and mobilized the pure ether in his body.

The supreme power of the crowned one stirs and surges freely in the alchemical matrix. If the glorious one is a patch of lake, then he is an angry ocean.

In an instant, the high-concentration ether torrent was as dazzling as the gushing sun. The pure energy brought pure destructive power. Its energy level was so powerful that it easily broke through the boundary of reality and turned into a dazzling light.

The white light completely covered the deformed sword.

In this bright light that was difficult to see directly, Xilin did not hear any explosion sounds.

Apart from the raging wind, the only thing that could be distinguished was the sizzling sound produced when matter was corroded, echoing in the ears. The sound seemed to be a strange piece of music from another world, which made people shudder.

After the light faded, the huge, deformed sword had long since disappeared without a trace, leaving only red-hot ashes falling in the air, dotting the entire duel field like gray snowflakes.

Servais stood among the gray snowflakes, as if surrounded by crows, with a contemptuous smile on his broken golden face, as if he was mocking Xilin's incompetence.

He was right to laugh. At this moment, Xilin was indeed an incompetent guy.

Xilin's tendency is to be extremely broad-minded, so he can easily mobilize thousands of troops, or use that suffocating field to mercilessly compress one enemy after another into a ball of scarlet rotten flesh.

Under this absolute power, Xilin is the overlord in the true sense, but when he faces an enemy who is evenly matched or even stronger than him, Xilin's power becomes mediocre.

Conventional control objects cannot harm Servis at all. In terms of ether hedging, Xilin, as the Glory One, obviously cannot compete with Servis as the crowned one, let alone use the field to launch attacks.

Servais said, "I can smell the fear and despair in you... just like your father back then."

Xilin's eyes suddenly froze, and he stared at Servais with a livid expression. Servais calmly pulled out a crooked sword blade from his back. The blade was attached to the ether, and the gap was filled with surging energy.

Fill, as if the physical blade and the etheric sword overlap together, as if it can easily cut through the hard rock.

"Do you know what he was saying before he died?"

Servais smiled ferociously, and the sharp sword in his hand suddenly slashed sharply to one side, followed by the sound of a galloping explosion approaching.

He predicted the trajectory of Boluogo's attack and accurately intercepted him. Boluogo failed to attack and killed him, so he could only use his sword and ax to face the enemy.

There was a fierce collision between metal and metal, and dazzling sparks splashed and flickered.

"Oh, actually I can't remember exactly what he said."

While Servais was talking to himself, he swung his sword with one hand and suppressed Boluogo with the force of a rock, making him unable to move.

Boluogo tried to use the infinite sharpness to break through Servais's defense again, but this time, Servais was already prepared, and the ether collided together, causing ripples of distortion.

Servais laughed wildly and suddenly raised the blade of his sword, "Anyway, everyone's words before death have almost the same meaning."

Boluogo just breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he had a chance to breathe, but the blade instantly adjusted its position and struck down fiercely again.

The blades collided again, with a deafening sound. Although Boluogo's sword and ax did not break, his hands holding the sword and ax bent strangely under the impact of this huge force.

Boluogo felt that his bones were broken and his internal organs seemed to have been shattered. A fishy-sweet smell surged out of his throat, causing a sense of suffocation.

Taking a step back, Boluogo tried hard to stabilize his body that was about to fall, and then quickly activated the gift of the Axis of Time in an attempt to restore his broken hands.

Before his hands could fully recover, Servais's voice sounded again.

"They are all saying, I don't want to die, please spare me, I want to live..."

The words were like a vicious curse, echoing in Bolog's ears. He raised his head in a daze and saw Servais calmly taking off another rough sword blade from his back.

Although Servais's movements were not very fast, every inch of his movement was clearly reflected in Boluogo's eyes. Even though he could see so clearly, he still could not avoid the fatal blow.

The sharp blade penetrated Boluogo's chest without any hindrance, completely piercing his body.
To be continued...