Vika stood alone at the edge of the cloister, overlooking the endless building complex below the Pillar of Throne. They spread to the end of the field of vision, blending into the horizon and making them indistinguishable.
The strong wind surged high in the sky, hammering the wall without scruple. The air flow surged along the copper pipes between the statues, bursting out endless ethereal melody.
These naturally played music have no rules at all, but they do not make people feel upset when they sound. Instead, they have an indescribable sense of peace, which makes everyone who listens feel immersed in their hearts.
Vika took a deep breath and greedily took in the fresh air. After staying in the flesh and blood cave for a long time, the thick blood almost formed a blood clot in his nasal cavity, and he could only suffocate.
"When the sun rises again..."
Taking a long breath, Vika stared intently at the dim light rising from the horizon in the distance. This scene, which others seemed accustomed to, was of great significance to Vika. It meant that he had lived another day...
On that fateful day, every time the sun rises, it is time that Vika steals from the hands of death.
The price is expensive, but Vika feels it is worth it. Even though he is suffering a lot now, once he dies, he is really dead. There will no longer be this warm and warm sunshine, and there will be only silent darkness.
It's so scary, just thinking about it makes my body tremble.
Taking out the cigarette in his pocket and lighting the tobacco, Vika started to smoke vigorously as if he was in a hurry, puffing out the smoke, and the little flames burned through the cigarette.
Vika enjoys the moment of tranquility before dawn. When the cigarette burns out and the sun illuminates the earth again, Vika's time, body, and will no longer belong to him, so every minute and moment of existence will no longer belong to him.
Every second is so precious.
"Ha...the time has come."
While Vika was talking to himself, he threw the burning cigarette butt into the wind. At the same time, a weird twisting feeling erupted from Vika's abdomen and chest, as if a pair of invisible big hands were emptying it out little by little.
Vika's internal organs turned the skin over, showing another miserable appearance dripping with blood.
The body twitched inexplicably, and the flesh and blood under the clothes squirmed violently, and many strange bulges appeared. At the moment when the abnormal changes reached their peak, they suddenly stopped and became silent. The drooped head lifted up again, but this time what floated up was
Another face.
A face that seemed to be made of countless worms tangled together.
Vika's will disappeared, replaced by the devil's will that descended into the material world using his body as a basis.
"Vika, you have good taste. This is indeed a good place to watch the sunrise."
Mammon straightened her collar and simply patted her shirt to shake off the old dust.
After glancing at the accustomed sunrise, Mammon turned around and walked into the depths of the corridor, walked straight ahead along the established road, took the elevator, and descended to the secret place wrapped in layers of rocks on the Pillar of King's Power.
The warm and smelly blood rushed to my face, as if there was an extremely huge monster inhabiting the darkness. Mammon had been here many times, and it was as familiar as her own land.
Stepping on the soft and sticky flesh and blood ground, Mammon entered the flesh and blood cave. This is Beelzebub's land and the core of her conspiracy.
The blood energy became thicker and thicker, and the surging air flow drove the flesh-and-blood hyphae. They swayed and waved randomly like fluff, sniffing out traces of living creatures like greedy worms.
There is no lighting in the cave, but there is a strange red light, like a slowly unfolding bloody picture.
There were no guards or gates along the way. Mamen's progress was not hindered by anything. This flesh and blood cave did not need any protective measures. It itself was the most powerful guardian.
As Mammon gradually penetrates deeper into the flesh and blood cave, the strange sounds coming from behind the layers of flesh and blood become more and more clear. It is a very subtle and complex sound - a mixture of the joy and pain of men and women, among which
It was also mixed with the roar and low gasping of some unknown beast.
The sound of blasphemy echoed in the flesh cave, synchronized with the increasingly clear and heavy drum beats.
That was not a drumbeat, but the sound of an extremely huge heart beating. With every ups and downs, tons of blood burst out from the strong flesh and blood. The tremors were so violent that even the flesh and blood cave shook slightly, like an earthquake.
General.
Arriving at the deepest part of the flesh and blood cave, Mamen finally encountered a place that could be regarded as a "door". Huge flesh and blood valves intertwined together, blocking his way. After a few seconds, it seemed like an afterthought.
Realizing the arrival of mammon, the valves quickly opened, hanging with sticky juice, revealing the fishy core.
The blood mist that had almost condensed into substance rushed towards the face. In the scarlet cave, the abominable blood lake had now completely dried up, revealing a deep vertical cave. It was also made entirely of flesh and blood, like a huge
The intestines lead to the depths of the earth.
Under the distortion of the flesh-and-blood plague, everything under common sense has been turned into flesh. Under the gestation of taboos, in this extremely twisted way, different organs have been differentiated to assume different functions.
Mammon didn't like this biological style. She felt like a parasite living in the belly of a monster. Thinking of this, Mammen missed the sight of wandering on the fork in the road, but it was a pity that he could no longer see the silent streets shrouded in fog.
arrive.
Standing at the edge of the vertical cave, Mamen saw that the four walls of the cave were covered with scarlet egg sheaths, like some kind of proliferating sores. Through the diffuse red light, one could faintly see the egg sheaths.
A squirming deformed body, and thousands of such egg sheaths, extending to the end of the field of vision, filling the ground.
"Now I can confirm that Fury is out," Mammon retracted her gaze and said, "Saizong made a choice for his master. He would rather give up everything than let his heart fall into fury again."
The voice echoed in the scarlet, and the echo was dull.
A woman's voice came from above Mammon, mocking mercilessly, "The most murderous and furious guy is actually the most cowardly one among us."
Mammon ignored the woman's comments about blood relatives and continued, "As for Arrogance, I can't find him. I'm not sure whether he was out or was seriously injured and went into hiding. Now the Land of Eternal Night has become
In the veritable scorched earth, no trace of him can be found... Anyway, no matter what the outcome is, he will no longer have a place in the next game."
In just a few months, two powerful devils left the scene one after another. Even the extremely tragic Scorched Earth Wrath has never had such a precedent.
After moving her stiff neck, Mammon said with emotion, "Since then, no matter how miserable the fighting between us was, no blood relatives have ever been eliminated, but now two people have been eliminated directly, and they are still extremely powerful two people."
No matter how well Mammon plotted, hid many tricks, and left in anger and arrogance, he couldn't help but make him highly alert. This vigilance was not only directed at the culprit of all this, jealousy, but also made Mammon have a negative attitude towards human beings themselves.
, put on alert.
The devils are evil and superior. They are chess players, while mortals are the chess pieces they manipulate. For a long time, the devils have never regarded human beings as equals to themselves, let alone
In this game of strife.
But since the fall of the Holy City... no, even more distantly before, during the dawn war, the law that lasted for thousands of years seemed to have been broken, and the fate of the world struggled hard, trying to escape from the control of the devils.
.
"Jealousy takes time to digest the acquired authority and original sin, and this just gives us time to make final preparations." Mammon doesn't know if this is considered good luck.
"I'm going to remind Asmodeus and Belphegor."
Mammon looked at the slowly spreading scarlet in front of her and told her plan, "Even if they are united with jealousy, they may not be monolithic."
For every devil, its own survival is the highest priority. Now that jealousy has obtained multiple powers and original sins, his threat to other devils will undoubtedly increase greatly. According to the progress of previous dispute games, in order to
To maintain the balance of self-security, Asmodeus and Belphegor have a high probability of choosing to betray Jealousy to ensure the progress of the game.
"Are you confident of splitting their union?"
In the rolling blood mist, a plain white body appeared, without a trace of blood on it, and it was just hovering above the creeping vertical cave.
"It doesn't matter whether we can separate them," Mammon said, looking directly into the woman's eyes. "What matters is buying time for us."
A charming smile appeared on Beelzebub's face, and then he looked down at the bottomless abyss revealed after the blood lake dried up.
"Time, yes, we need time," she said, "precious time."
Mammon asked, "How long will it take?"
"About a month," Beelzebub said. "In another month or so, it will be able to complete the final piece of the puzzle and take root in every part of the Kogadel Empire."
Beelzebub's thoughts fell into this vertical cave with fantasy. In her mind, the depths of the cave were an extremely complex nest of flesh and blood. The corrosion of flesh and blood was like giant worms hundreds of meters long, gnawing wantonly.
Across the earth, deep underground, a network of roads extending in all directions has been dug.
These network roads start from the Pillar of Royal Power and spread to various provinces of the Kogadel Empire until they cover every inch of the land. The system structure of the deformed and forbidden system is like the vascular system of the human body, with huge veins and arteries piercing the earth.
down, while those capillaries spread silently toward the ground.
Blood surged wildly in these large and small passages, like underground rivers. The scarlet river water washed away those strange things, spreading disaster to every place silently.
"Since I took control of the Kogadel royal family, I have secretly started this grand plan. In order to avoid being discovered by others, I deliberately exiled the herd-devouring beast and let it cause trouble in the outside world. I also made the Orangutan Sect active in the small area.
among the nations."
Beelzebub said quietly, "My disguise was successful. Everyone thought I was a short-sighted and stupid guy who blindly consumed his own power... How could they know my intentions?"
Under Beelzebub's series of designs, she caused disasters that lasted for many years outside the Kogadel Empire. However, within the Kogadel Empire, she maintained absolute silence and secretly controlled the king's secret sword through the royal family.
, in order to achieve its own purpose.
This is a good strategy. Backed by the huge productivity of the Kogadel Empire, she continuously provides resources for the Orangutan Sect, allowing them to attract the attention of various extraordinary forces, until no one pays attention to what is deep in the Pillar of King Power.
what happened.
Over time, in this unknown cave of flesh and blood, Beelzebub successfully created this nationwide terror system, nurturing the scarlet flower waiting to bloom.
"In another month, its roots will be fully grown and deeply rooted in the earth. From then on, I can activate the Kingdom of Gel..."
Beelzebub paused for a moment, with a dangerous light flashing in his eyes, "With the power of the Kingdom of Jade, I will gain the power to transcend boundaries."
"Beyond the limit?" Mammon chuckled, "Me?"
Beelzebub's eyes turned cold, "Do you have any objections?"
"No," Mammon raised her hand to stop, "I just want to say that now you represent not only yourself, but also me, that is to say... us."
"You should know what the kingdom of jelly means, right?" Beelzebub said pitifully, "Even if I want to share my power with you, you can't enjoy it, right?"
"not to mention……"
Beelzebub suddenly moved forward, and gently poked Mammon's chest with his sharp nails, like a dagger against the heart.
"Your only ally is me, Mammon. Don't you always talk about value? Now that I have shown you my power, you should also show me your value, instead of fighting with me here.
Messy words."
Her eyes turned cold, and the strange flesh and blood above her head began to squirm violently, contracting repeatedly, like a pregnant uterus. Scarlet egg sheaths were delivered one after another, and they fell into the vertical cave. After a long time, a distant sound was heard.
There was a sound of collision, followed by dense cracking sounds.
Something is about to break out of the cocoon.
Almost instantly, Mammon heard the sound of thousands of rapidly awakening heartbeats. They were piled up in the vertical cave, growing in the complex underground system, and bred in the surging underground river of blood.
"It's the final moment, Mammon."
Beelzebub's fingertips moved upward, scraping across Mammon's throat, bringing up a thin blood line, "If you are worthless, I don't mind taking the lead in collecting a share of authority and original sin before the decisive battle begins."
When mentioning these, strong pleasure flashed across Beelzebub's face, and strange hallucinations emerged and shattered in front of Mammon's eyes. They were groups of copulating snakes, beasts devouring each other, endless hunger for sucking blood and chewing flesh.
feel.
Beelzebub spit out his red tongue as smart as a son of faith, licked his teeth seductively, and breathed blood into Mammon's ear.
"Speaking of which... I haven't experienced the feeling of mastering multiple powers and original sin?"
Sharp nails caressed Mammon's face, and Mammon had no doubt that Beelzebub would tear off his own head in one fell swoop and feast on his own brain due to his hunger for power.
"Value," Mammon said without fear, and grabbed Beelzebub's hand. "Of course I have value, my blood relative."
Beelzebub said sternly, "Then show it to me."
Mammon fell silent, staring at Beelzebub with her turbid eyes for a long time. After the intensive heartbeat in the vertical cave gradually stopped, Mammon slowly let go of Beelzebub's hand, and then stepped back.
After a few steps, we distanced ourselves.
"In this case, there is no harm in showing it to you," Mammon smiled again, "After all, we need trust between us, and strength is the basis of trust."
A thin, winding crack suddenly opened up behind Mammon, and then a pale arm stretched out from it, widening the crack, and the Throat of the Abyss protruded from it. With its power, there was no place that could trap Mammon.
, even the flesh and blood cave of Beelzebub.
Mammon stood next to the unfolding winding crack and made an invitation to Beelzebub. Seeing that Beelzebub was still staying there vigilantly, he didn't wait much and turned around and walked in.
Beelzebub stared at the crack. After a few seconds, she made up her mind, riding the rolling blood mist, following Mammon's footsteps, and walking into the darkness of the winding path.
"Where are you taking me?"
The sound came in the darkness, as if there was no end here, and no echo could be heard.
"A place that feels familiar yet strange to you," Mammon's voice came from the front, "I hope you won't be too shocked."
Beelzebub's curiosity was aroused by Mammon. As a devil, there were few things in this world that could shock her.
It didn't take long for the darkness to come to an end. What was waiting for Beelzebub there was another winding crack. Through it, the filled ether lingered around Beelzebub. She once thought that she had returned to the ether realm.
This is not the ether realm, but a critical area where the ether concentration is extremely high, almost breaking through the critical area, and overlapping the ether realm.
The icy cold air hit his face and froze the blood on Beelzebub's body. They were like crystal red armor, sticking close to his skin. Beelzebub observed the surrounding situation. As far as he could see, there were all solid ice crystals. It seemed that
The winding fissure took her to the depths of a glacier.
After slightly disturbing the power, Beelzebub noticed an invisible sense of restraint coming from all directions. It seemed that Mammon had been operating here for a long time, using the abundant ether environment to implant complex things in this frozen land.
The virtual domain is protected.
"Interestingly, the ether concentration has obviously reached a critical point, but it does not overlap with the ether realm. It is as if there is another force deliberately keeping the two realms separate."
Beelzebub looked at the back of Mammon in front of him and asked, "What's here? And why don't you want it to overlap with the ethereal realm."
"There are some very interesting things. You will know it when you see it. As for why the two worlds are not allowed to overlap," Mammen said without looking back, "the reason is very simple. I don't want other people to see this thing.
"
After the inquiry was fruitless, Beelzebub remained highly vigilant and followed Mammon. Now that the kingdom of gel has not yet been established, she has not yet mastered the power to break through the boundaries. In other words, without any interference from outside forces, she
It is comparable to the power of Mammon.
The devil is fickle, and she can't guarantee whether Mammon will become greedy, lead her into a trap, and rob her of her authority and original sin.
Beelzebub felt that Mammon would not be that stupid, and at the same time, she actually felt vaguely excited about this possibility.
Yes, Beelzebub is also eager to plunder, devour, and put other people's authority and original sin into his mouth.
The blue light passed through the space made of ice and was refracted repeatedly, illuminating the entire area like a shining crystal palace.
Mammon stood in front of a narrow passage and gestured to Beelzebub, "Follow me."
Entering the narrow road, the space became more and more closed, and the chill became more intense. Even the flickering arc lights around it gradually extinguished, and some only gradually sank into the darkness of the abyss.
After an unknown amount of time, Mammon and Beelzebub finally walked out of the narrow road and came to a dark space. There were ice crystals everywhere, like a huge cavity melted from the inside of the glacier, the glow of the void.
It has become much darker here, as if everything here is deliberately hidden.
"Beelzebub, when I learned about your plan for the kingdom of jelly, I was really surprised. I didn't expect that you may seem stupid, but you are actually so thoughtful and have already planned the final war."
Mammen walked into the darkness, and the dim light illuminated a corner of the ice tomb, "But why do you think that I am completely unprepared?"
Beelzebub's expression gradually became colder. The cooperation between her and Mammon was only forced to stand together due to external forces. If given the opportunity, they would betray each other without hesitation.
The gradual completion of the kingdom of jelly made Beelzebub feel impetuous. After all, Mammon had lost its wandering road, and the cards she possessed were not at the same level as hers. It was difficult for her to curb her hunger, so she asked Mammon
Bared fangs.
"What have you prepared?"
Beelzebub silently clenched his fists, gathering strength and strength. It was obvious that his blood relative was far from being as fragile as he seemed on the surface, and he was far from being at the end of his rope.
"Right here," Mammon pointed to the hazy blur in front of her, "see it with your own eyes."
Beelzebub looked forward in confusion. She was not using visual prying, but the awareness of the origin of her own power.
Perception is like many invisible tentacles. They submerge into the darkness, stroking the rough and weird outline, just like a blind man stroking an instrument, gradually sketching out a ferocious and grotesque image in his mind, touching the ray of power that has not disappeared...
…
Beelzebub opened his eyes in horror and looked at Mammon in fear. Extreme chill passed through the devil's body, almost freezing his body and mind into this glacial tomb.
"you you……"
"Don't be nervous, Beelzebub," Mammon showed a hateful smile, "Just like what we witnessed back then, he is already dead, this is just a corpse."
"Since I discovered him thousands of years ago, I have sealed this place and turned it into a secret place that only I know. Then I spent a lot of time conducting various research on his body.
"
Mammon stared at the silhouette in the darkness and murmured, "I have been trying to find a way to end the dispute from him, but I can never find the answer... But fortunately, I didn't find nothing. From his body
I still gained some amazing knowledge and put it to use."
Along with Mammon's words, a clear sound of footsteps came from the narrow road where the two came from, and at the same time, an etheric reaction suddenly arose.
The bearer of power, the defender, the glorious one... Every time he takes a step, the opponent's ether intensity suddenly increases. When he walks out of the narrow road and appears in front of Beelzebub, his power has reached the glorious one.
It seems that with just a little effort, you can break the shackles of these thousands of years of limit.
The speechless man stared at Beelzebub in silence, pure ether surging on his body, as if he would fight with Beelzebub as long as Mammon gave him an order.
"Such words may seem a little ironic coming from the mouth of a devil like me, but I also want to say that humility is an excellent virtue. It has been reminding me that when I can do something, I must do it."
There are people more talented than me who have achieved this a long time ago.”
Mammon came over and brushed Beelzebub's cold face, "Just like King Solomon who created the 'Red Dragon' a hundred years ago, you are now using the 'Longing Kingdom', and from his corpse
I also found a way."
Grinning her lips, Mammon's deliberate smile carried an indescribable sense of madness, "We have all found ways to transcend boundaries in different ways."
Beelzebub stared directly at Mammon, and then looked at the silhouette in the darkness. She knocked off Mammon's hand and focused her attention entirely on the corpse.
"Compared to the so-called transcending boundaries," Beelzebub's voice trembled inexplicably, "His... this corpse, are you sure you didn't find anything?"
Mammon spread his hands to show that he knew nothing, but after a few seconds, he spoke again.
"There is no unreasonable kindness in this world, and no god bestows mercy on us for no reason, allowing us to transform from mortals into devils, wielding power beyond this world, just to satisfy our own desires."
Mammon twisted her wrist freely, perhaps because too much time had passed, and the fact that she had once been a human was as far away as a blurred dream in the eyes of a devil like Mammon.
"I sometimes wonder, why did he give us such power? Is it just because he was seriously injured and on the verge of death and wanted to share his power?"
Mammon wondered, "And as devils, is the robbery of souls that is almost engraved in our instincts related to him?"
Every devil is constantly asking for souls, binding them with blood contracts, and condensing them into scarlet stones. They are constantly hoarding them like a special kind of property. But what can you do with this boundless soul?
Even these demons can't explain it clearly, it's like a vague instinct.
In the glacier tomb, Beelzebub and Mammon couldn't help but fell into silence. After an unknown period of time, Mammon suddenly spoke again.
"Oh, one more thing. In my thousands of years of observation, this corpse has not changed at all. But after the rage and arrogance were eliminated a while ago, this corpse seemed to be aware of the changes in the world.
Like, I found that the wound that killed him actually showed signs of healing."
Beelzebub's eyes tightened, and he stood there like a sculpture, quietly listening to Mammon's words.
"No one is willing to die, neither mortals nor devils...even gods."
Mammon said in a very calm tone, "Perhaps the gift given by the gods to us is to resurrect and return to the earth thousands of years later."
Suddenly, Mammon grabbed Beelzebub's hand and held her tightly, like intertwined shackles, tied together.
"Beelzebub, you only have me, and similarly, I only have you. We need unity, not suspicion."
The faint light passed through the ice crystals, illuminating the darkness. Mamen had a mysterious face, while Beelzebub remained pale and silent. Both of them stared at the body frozen under the ice.