There is no love without reason in the world, and there is no hate without reason.
Especially for those who are very rational, hating someone unforgettable often requires a very sufficient reason.
Because whether it is revenge or making the other party pay, it requires paying a very high cost.
Perhaps for those who are impulsive and willful and never consider the consequences, as long as they can vent the anger in their hearts, it doesn't matter what happens next, anyway, they will be happy.
But for rational people, if the consequences of revenge far outweigh the benefits, then they will choose to give up unnecessary hatred.
This is why many successful people always appear to be generous and don't care about anything.
This is not because they have no emotions, but after calming down, they consider the pros and cons and choose the most appropriate and appropriate way to deal with it at the moment.
The biggest characteristic of this type is that they never express their emotions easily on their faces. Even if they get angry occasionally, it is just for performance, in order to achieve some ulterior purpose.
You don't need to ask to know that Asmodeus is undoubtedly the most representative of them.
Whether it was his tolerance for Prince Levistus' murder of his wife at the beginning, or his later forgiveness of the plane lords who conspired to launch a rebellion to replace him for the sake of the stability of the political situation, it can be seen that every decision he made was unadulterated.
Even if there is a little bit of personal emotion, absolute rationality will be implemented throughout.
Emotions such as hatred, anger, and impulse that can easily make people lose their minds seem to have never appeared in the Lord of Hell.
Including the famous Great Purge, it was all about warnings and punishments.
But now, facing Zafkiel, the leader of the Seven Celestials, Asmodeus rarely showed naked and undisguised hatred.
He even ignored that his demon army had an overwhelming advantage and walked out from the heavily protected army to face the opponent directly.
This very abnormal approach even made many devils around him wonder whether the Lord of Hell was a substitute or another big devil pretending to be one.
After all, there is no precedent for such a thing.
And there are too many rumors about Asmodeus. For example, the most well-known one is that his current appearance is not his true form, but an incarnation or projection shaped by powerful power.
So in fact, no one in the entire Baator Hell knows the true identity of the Lord of Hell.
He himself has never participated in even a single battle.
Yes, you heard it right.
Since the Devil Baatezu was born and began to record his own history, there has been no record of the Lord of Hell. All speculations are rumors passed down by word of mouth and cannot be verified.
You must know that Baator Hell is not a bottomless abyss. The strong tendency to law means that the huge bureaucracy will operate in a rigid manner from the moment it is established, and there will be absolutely no mistakes.
Moreover, the history of demons is coherent and uninterrupted, unlike the situation in the Abyss where the Tanar'ri demon replaced the Obiris demon as the master.
This means that all real information about Asmodeus has been deliberately hidden.
So who can do this?
Of course it's the Lord of Hell himself.
Why would he hide all true information about himself, including his origins?
There must be many unknown secrets hidden behind all this.
Especially the rumors about Asmodeus may not be groundless.
Just when the devils began to think wildly, Zafkiel could no longer hold back the surging murderous intent in his heart, and rushed over with his arms marked with the stigmata raised high.
This Lord of Angels obviously knew very well that the only way to defeat the all-out attack of the evil army was to decapitate him, because he defeated or even killed the Lord of Hell.
Otherwise, no matter how hard the Archon Protoss' army fights to the death, they will eventually be drained of their last drop of blood by enemies who are far more numerous than them.
"Stop him!"
The Devil Guards, who have always been very loyal, obviously sensed the opponent's intentions, and hundreds of Hell Fiends immediately took a fighting stance to try to block this dangerous enemy.
Unfortunately, in front of Zafkiel, who represents the projection of the will of the seventh heaven mountain plane, they did not even hold on for a second, and were directly dismembered, torn, and melted by the sacred energy shot from the stigmata, and finally
Not even a tiny bit of residue was left behind.
The destructive power is simply not inferior to the powerful body of divine power.
There is no doubt that this is the real strength possessed by the leader of the Seven Heavenly Heavenly Alliance, and it is also the capital that allows him to command the entire Seventh Heaven Mountain. All the gods who settle here must bow to him.
It's a pity that when Zavkiel wanted to follow the same method and severely damage the Lord of Hell, Asmodeus slowly raised the ruby-encrusted scepter in his hand and pointed lightly.
boom!!!!!!!!
The terrifying energy impact was shot out instantly, knocking this powerful opponent away on the spot, and the whole person fell from the sky to the ground, creating a huge deep pit.
"Tell me, Zafkiel, what gave you the courage to challenge me? Have you forgotten how you ran away in embarrassment? Or do you think you have become stronger over the years?"
Asmodeus raised his hand to signal other devils not to approach, and then walked straight to the edge of the pit with a mocking smile on his face.
It is not difficult to tell from the tone and attitude that not only do the two have quite a lot of old grudges, but he is also the one who keeps suppressing the other.
But fortunately, just a few seconds later, Zafkiel flapped his golden wings and flew out of the pit. He didn't seem to have suffered any obvious damage, but the light he emitted became more intense.
"Asmodeus! As long as I am alive, your dirty ambitions and evil plans will never be realized."
"Oh? What if you are going to die?"
The smile on the Lord of Hell's face became even wider.
moment!
Zafkiel's face suddenly changed, and he asked in an unbelievable tone: "Are you really going to risk the disapproval of the world and conquer the Seventh Heaven Mountain? The elemental plane will not allow you to break the balance between good and evil!"
"Ha ha ha ha!
It seems like you haven't realized what happened, right?
Take a good look at the battlefield with your eyes wide open, and then think about why the reinforcements from the Chaos and Good camp's Aithorn Celestial Clan and the Elf Gods suddenly withdrew?
Are you so naive that you think this is all a coincidence?
No, idiot, all of this was doomed before the war started.
At this moment, you and I are both pawns!
And Soth is the one who hides behind the scenes and truly controls the overall situation.
It's ridiculous that you have always regarded me as the most vigilant enemy and taken strict precautions against me.
But in fact, he has secretly signed a contract with those kind gods, elemental planes and those forces that have abandoned you, a contract that can kill you.
Don't worry, I don't intend to balance good and evil, let alone occupy this land of perfection.
There is only one thing I have to do, and that is to complete the feat of conquering the Seventh Heaven Mountain, to complete an unprecedented victory of evil over good, and to kill you, the enemy.
After all this is done, I will choose to retreat and only use the first level as the eternal battlefield between good and evil."
Asmodeus' eyes flashed with an evil red light, and while laughing unbridled, he revealed all the answers to the mystery.
There is no doubt that he likes the mixture of shock, astonishment, fear, and despair on Zafkiel's face at this moment.
Because this Lord of Angels would never have thought in his wildest dreams that although he, the Lord of Hell, was the initiator of the war, he was not the real controller.
Zuo Si, who seems to have chosen to remain neutral and has no direct relationship with the war, is the one who has been firmly controlling the rhythm.
"This...how is this possible! You are actually willing to give up your dominance?"
There was a hint of trembling and horror in Zafkiel's tone.
Based on his understanding of Asmodeus, this evil devil king would never allow himself to be led by others no matter what he did.
Therefore, the coping strategies he formulated have always been based on thinking from the perspective of trying to figure out the other person's mind.
"Haha, yes, that's the reaction.
I know that your stupid brain will definitely not be able to figure out the complicated logic behind the whole thing.
Do you think it’s me who wants to give up control of the war?
No, I have never had such an idea.
It was Soth, who abruptly took the initiative from me through a series of means.
Because he needs evil to defeat good at this moment, and he needs to obtain huge power feedback from this process and result.
But you have been ignoring him, thinking that he will just sit on the sidelines like before.
But don't forget, Soth has been an out-and-out devil from the moment he joined Hell.
The evil fragrance exuding from his soul far exceeds that of most evil gods.
Especially his evil heart that he had just gathered not long ago can gain unimaginable power from this victory of evil over good.
So not understanding Soth at all is the biggest and most fatal mistake you made in this war."
When he said these words, Asmodeus's eyes showed a rare trace of pity.
No one knows better than him how dangerous that young man who looks gentle, polite, humble, elegant, and even quite good to the lower-class civilians within his rule is in his heart.
All these misleading external appearances are actually completely based on the premise that there is no fundamental conflict of interest.
Giving civilians a better life is because those things that civilians need, Zuo Si happens to not need at all.
What he needs is not material things, but the faith that the common people can provide while they are alive, and their souls after death.
In addition, he also has the characteristics of a tyrant, that is, he treats the common people as his own private property, just like the cattle and sheep raised in his own pasture. He naturally wants to keep them fat and strong and multiply to expand the size of the herd.
But once there is a fundamental conflict of interest, Zuo Si will turn into the most terrifying destroyer in the world in minutes.
"Where is Soth?!"
Zafkiel began to look around nervously, trying to find this most dangerous enemy by extending his perception range.
In his opinion, since the other party secretly planned everything, he would definitely join forces with the Lord of Hell to ambush him.
Asmodeus replied contemptuously: "Don't look for it, he is not here, not even in our universe.
Because your fate has already been determined, there is no possibility of escape at all.
Now lower your head and look at your feet.
The thread of fate has already entangled you tightly here."
The words have not yet been spoken!
Zafkiel, who didn't feel anything unusual at first, suddenly found that a vague "thread" that was neither energy nor matter appeared out of nowhere in his hands, feet, and body.
He also wanted to release the power of the stigmata to tear apart this bondage, but he was horrified to find that his connection with the Seventh Heaven Mountain had been cut off at some point, and he could not escape no matter how hard he struggled.
"No! This is impossible! What have you done to me?"
The Lord of Angels roared like crazy.
The other rulers of the Heavenly Mountain level wanted to rush over to help him, but were stopped by the demons who were far more numerous than themselves.
"What did you do?
Of course, it is to isolate your destiny from the Seventh Heaven Mountain and even this universe.
What do you think I have been doing with my arrangements in every corner of the occupied area since the war started?
Simply plundering resources and enslaving captives?
In this way, I am constantly weakening the connection with you and the will of the plane.
Now, you are no longer the embodiment of the will of the seventh heaven mountain plane, you are just an abandoned loser."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Asmodeus slowly walked up to the enemy, raised one of his big hands, grabbed the opponent's wings that exuded the sacred aura, and pulled hard.
Tear!
"Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!"
Accompanied by heart-rending screams, the wings of the Lord of Angels were forcefully pulled off, and blood containing astonishing energy sprayed out from the wound.
The ordinary devils below will be burned to death in just a few seconds if they are contaminated with just a few drops.
In the blink of an eye, all his wings were torn off, leaving only the bloody wound on his back.
You don't need to ask to know that this is a naked and undisguised humiliation and public execution.
When the soldiers of the coalition of good forces saw Zafkiel being treated like an animal by Asmodeus, and even the wings that represented holiness and glory were torn off, they all closed their eyes and couldn't bear to watch any more.
Asmodeus didn't know where he took out a big sword burning with red hell flames, and declared in an extremely solemn voice: "A long time ago, the bloody battle between demons and demons had not yet begun.
A group of self-proclaimed kind-hearted and just guys got together to plan a shocking conspiracy.
They wanted the evil to kill each other, so they set traps to induce bloody battles.
Zafkiel is the mastermind.
It is this insidious and cunning villain that forces us to devote a large amount of our vitality to the never-ending battlefield to consume each other.
I have been plotting this revenge for years.
Now, it's finally time to pay off the debt.
I hereby declare that Zafkiel is guilty for provoking the largest war in the entire universe and causing the death of countless lives!
At the same time, he is sentenced to death! Executed immediately!"
As the last word blurted out, the Lord of Hell directly raised his sword and chopped off the enemy's head.
puff!
Along with the blood spurting out and the head flying into the air and exploding, the originally sunny sky suddenly darkened, and it turned from day to night in less than two or three seconds.
The sun lost all its light as if it was in a solar eclipse.
That horrifying sight caused all the outer planes and even the entire universe to shake violently.
The kind-hearted people seemed to feel something, and they knelt on the ground and began to cry and pray, while those who showed evil in their bones looked up to the sky and laughed.
Because from this moment on, the balance between good and evil is completely out of balance.
And that weird and terrifying celestial phenomenon is the most direct indication.
On the battlefield, all devils, devils, yugoloths, evil gods and their followers, including Asmodeus, have all become stronger than ever.
The power of the Archon Protoss has obviously declined, and some low-level members cannot even use spell-like abilities.
"No!!!! How could this happen? How could we, who represent justice, lose?"
Some paladins and even the Archon Protoss collapsed mentally, or collapsed on the ground in disbelief, or burst into tears and shouted wildly.
Unfortunately, none of this has any effect.
"This is a historic moment! The entire universe will remember this day! I am Asmodeus! The Lord of Hell who leads the war between evil and good! I am evil!"
Asmodeus held up Zafkiel's headless body and declared victory.
His voice seemed to have some incredible power, passing directly through the obstacles of planes and crystal walls and reaching the heart of every living thing.
From now on, when people think of evil, the first thing they think of is no longer those evil gods or demons, but the devil who represents lawful evil.
Because the Lord of Hell led them to create unprecedented miracles.
"This is truly the darkest and most shameful moment for the entire good camp."
The tone of Tyr, the God of Justice, revealed anger and sadness.
Before Thom beside him could speak, Gramiel comforted him with a smile: "Please don't be so sad.
All this is only temporary.
According to the contents of the contract, Asmodeus will choose to retreat after a few days at most.
At that time, you can take the opportunity to regain Heavenly Mountain and let the light of worship once again envelope the entire plane."
"Hmph! I hope you can keep your promise."
Tyr made a sound of anger, dissatisfaction, but helplessness.
Because he could clearly see that at this moment, on the periphery of the entire country, the army from the ninth level of Baator Hell had completed a heavy siege, and the New Phyrexia gods with godhood and power were also watching.
The reason why the good gods did not help Zafkiel and the chaotic good camp suddenly chose to retreat was actually not entirely an excuse, but a real threat.
After all, no one knows whether these terrifying armies, which are just pretending on the surface, will actually launch a sudden attack if they don't agree to sign the contract.
So strictly speaking, what they did was not a betrayal, but closer to a compromise under duress.
"Don't worry, we always keep our promises. If Asmodeus doesn't leave by then, the owner who successfully seizes the crown will come in person to argue with him."
After saying that, Gramir put his hand on his chest and bowed to the good gods, and then disappeared from the spot.
Disappearing with her were the unprecedentedly large and well-equipped demonic Astartes legions.
Watching the last target disappear into the portal, Ilmat, the God of Suffering, who was originally tense, breathed a sigh of relief and said softly: "Judging from the current reaction, they should not go back on their word. Now is the time to send out
Human hands have gone to rescue those innocent people who are still being enslaved and tortured.”
"Don't you think Soth's power is a bit too strong?"
Tyr, the God of Justice, couldn't help but ask.
"No, my friend. I'm afraid his power has already exceeded that threshold. Now we can only hope that he understands the importance of the balance of the universe, otherwise it will be a catastrophe for us and mortals.
and destruction.”
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Ilmat's face showed unspeakable bitterness.
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At the same time, far away in the time and space of Ravnica, Zuo Si had apparently felt the huge feedback he received from the heart of evil after evil defeated good, and quickly transformed this power into his own.
When he opened his eyes again, an abstract symbol that had never appeared before suddenly appeared in his pupils.
It looked a bit like the number seven, but not quite, and it only appeared for less than a second before it had a devastating impact on the entire plane of Ravnica.
The planeswalkers, who were already locked in a bitter battle with the Eternal Legion, and the local indigenous people, all had irreconcilable conflicts due to their rising ambitions and desires for unknown reasons.
Some even broke out into internal strife and started killing each other.
"Master, are you okay?"
Gramir, who had just teleported all the way from Seventh Heaven Mountain to report the results, asked with an extremely concerned tone.
Zuo Si smiled and shook his head: "Don't worry, I'm fine, as good as ever. You did a good job this time, and you lived up to my trust and training in you."
"Thank you for your compliment. If possible, I hope to continue to follow in your footsteps until I see you ascend to the highest throne."
Gramir took one of Zuo Si's hands and kissed the back of it affectionately to express his respect, admiration and obedience.
"Okay. Let's gradually transfer the people from Baator Hell. If nothing else happens, Nico Bolas should activate the Eternal Sun to block the space soon..."
Zuo Si had just finished speaking when he suddenly felt some incredible power sweeping across the entire Ravnica space and time, and then his Planeswalker Spark could no longer teleport across time and space.
You don’t need to ask to know that War of the Spark has finally officially entered its second phase.
Before Gramir had time to ask what happened, he saw a terrifying phenomenon suddenly appear in the distant sky, and then several immortal evil gods were summoned, deeply shocking those who were still trying to unite to defeat Ni.
The planeswalker of Kor Bolas.
After all, most ordinary planeswalkers are not very powerful and cannot be compared with real gods.
But now, their enemies have made gods into summoned creatures in the form of undead. How can people accept this?
"That...that's the fanatical god Hazoret! Oh my God! What happened?"
The planeswalkers who had been to the plane of Amonkhet screamed in horror.
Just when everyone was shocked by the unmatched power of the Eternal Evil God, the Eternal Evil God Hazoret, holding a spear, rushed straight towards the two siblings who were fighting.
"Go away! Don't bother me!"
Little Annie obviously didn't take this god seriously. She started with an amazingly powerful divine-like spell and smashed it down from the sky with a bang.
The Prince of Darkness, Graya, was no less impressive. He swung his sharp sword and stabbed another Immortal Evil God directly through him.
Realizing that their fighting had attracted Lao Long's attention, the two of them immediately chose to stop.
After all, they are just competing with each other, they don't like each other, there is no deep hatred, and they are still a family.
It can still maintain a tacit understanding when facing powerful foreign enemies.
Facts have proved that the judgment of these two little guys was correct.
Not long after the Immortal Evil God appeared, Nicol Bolas descended from the sky and looked at the two young men up and down with slightly amused eyes.
After half a minute, he raised his head slightly and asked, "Who are you? Why have I never heard of you, let alone seen you?"
"Hmph! Why do I tell you who I am? And who are you?"
Little Annie put on a proud look and acted in her true colors.
The Prince of Darkness, Graya, chose to remain silent, staring with vigilant eyes at the elder dragon planeswalker who was regarded by his father as his biggest enemy.
"Ha ha ha ha!
Okay, it seems you are newbies who have just started the spark.
Otherwise, it is impossible that you have never heard of my name.
But it doesn't matter. I'm in a good mood today, so I won't argue with you.
Now I give you a chance, a chance to swear allegiance to me.
In return, I can allow you to continue to exist as planeswalkers.
Otherwise, you will lose your precious spark today."
Nicol Bolas issued an ultimatum to the two siblings in an extremely strong manner.
Obviously, he took a fancy to the huge potential of these two little guys and wanted to train them to become his capable subordinates.
After all, he is about to become the Dragon God, and as a god it is impossible to do everything by himself, so he must have a group of capable subordinates who take orders from him.
Forget about trash like Tezzeret, it would be a bit embarrassing to take him out.
Shane VII is not bad and can be kept.
As for Zuo Si...
Nicol Bolas didn't think that this ambitious guy would be willing to be his subordinate.
So he urgently needs to recruit a few powerful planeswalkers who can do the job.
The battle between little Annie and Grea undoubtedly aroused his love for talent.
"Can you take away our planeswalker spark?"
Little Annie tilted her head and pretended to say "I don't believe it."
Nicol Bolas did not speak, but whispered half of a spell.
moment!
A ball of light was about to come out from the girl's chest, frightening her so much that she quickly used all her strength to bind it tightly within her body.