All the conspiracies have taken off their disguises, revealing their cold edges, and the swords are facing each other.
Endless tar gushes out from the spacesuit, like piled mud, shaping taboo and evil postures out of thin air, changing, deforming, and shaping, and one blurry face after another pokes out of the darkness.
, it’s like a layer of black cloth is covering the face, highlighting the appearance of the facial features.
Thousands of faces rolled in the bulging darkness, including men and women, old and young, some angry, some weeping with pity, as if there was an evil force swallowing up the life of an entire city, leaving them alone
Struggling in pain in the darkness.
"Say, do you want to take a bite?"
Mammon looked at Leviathan showing his true form nonchalantly, and kicked the broken body of the alien visitor with her feet.
Leviathan did not respond. Tar's incarnations were ever-changing. Even if he took off his space suit and the darkness spread, it was difficult for Mammon to see what he looked like...as King Solomon Hill.
"Oh? If you don't eat, then I can only enjoy the delicious food."
Mammon's tone was slightly disappointed, and his human body squirmed strangely. Large amounts of tar overflowed from his mouth and nose, flowing over his body surface, covering it layer by layer like washed stalactites, until
It transformed into the same dark and hateful existence, rising up in a black wave and immersing the corpse of the alien visitor.
As the alien visitor who was the source of all turmoil, his body quickly disappeared in the darkness like a fallen leaf caught in a torrent.
An extremely violent corrosion sound could be heard faintly, and Leviathan could imagine the corpse gradually dissolving and returning to nothingness, like dust disappearing in the wind.
The two hateful figures kept rising and towering, like giants, straight into the sky. Their swollen bodies squeezed through the dilapidated apex palace. This war-torn building was like a box that was gradually bursting.
Completely collapsed with crackling sounds.
After the smoke and fireworks dissipated, the buildings collapsed and collapsed, whether it was the luxurious furniture, the books recording countless secrets, or the dead and the living who managed to survive in hiding.
Everything in the Apex Palace was swallowed up by tar in a matter of moments, until only these two twisted and huge monsters were left fighting each other on the broken mountain peak.
"Speaking of which, I have never fought against a blood relative who holds multiple powers and original sin!"
Mammon's wild laughter came from high in the sky, rumbling like muddy thunder falling from the sky.
"Don't let me down!"
Leviathan remained silent. His figure was like a huge dark cloud or a sea of chaos suspended in the sky. Countless faces flickered and twisted, like schools of fish swimming in it.
Dots of scarlet light loomed out of the darkness, like red thunder. It might be difficult for others to see the nature of that light, but as a devil, Mammon could feel the attraction of that scarlet light.
Mammon sighed, "It's so beautiful..."
Among the layers of dark clouds, at the end of the light, is the essence of the devils, the scarlet runes exuding forbidden light. Of course, among the devils, it has another more accurate name.
original sin.
With increasing power, original sin gives the devils a unique nature and gives them the qualifications to hold power.
Under the sticky tar of Mammon, there are the same original sin runes, but unlike Leviathan, he only has one original sin rune, and among the layers of dark clouds of Leviathan, three original sin runes appear.
The triangular postures are distributed together.
Each rune is composed of countless red light tracks. They are like slowly squirming scarlet worms. The swaying blood-colored fluff is full of cunning and evil atmosphere, as if they are woven
The symbol explains the source of all evil in the world.
"Every ray of light is a blood contract. Countless blood contracts, together they piece together a symbol, a word, a forbidden rune..."
Mammon confided with lust, "The runes are combined together to write a sentence, a blood contract that binds all original sins."
In a few words, Mammon explained the relationship between the devil and original sin.
"Don't you really want it all? Just reach out and get it."
Leviathan finally spoke, his voice was cold, and violent murderous intent was vented from the clouds.
Suddenly, there was a faint sound of war drums in the etheric realm. At first, the sound was very soft, but gradually, it became violent, like pattering raindrops, and turned into a majestic rainstorm. The sound of drums
Warm and exciting, it ties everyone's heartstrings and plays with them vigorously.
The power of rage is released in the hands of Leviathan.
"I will get it myself," Mammon said soberly, not controlled by the greed in her mind, "but now is not the time."
Before he finished speaking, Mammon's mountain-like tar body crashed towards the huge cloud dominated by Leviathan. Mammon did not intend to start the final decisive battle with Leviathan, just like what he just described, what happened in
Everything within the ridge of mountains is just a trap.
But this trap is not for Leviathan, but for Asmodeus.
Thanks to Belphegor's lazy nature, he does not have a strong fighting spirit, and the Bureau of Order imprisoned him many times.
When Beelzebub and Mammon were planning to plunder power and original sin, they simply eliminated Asmodeus as the only suitable character, so they used extraterrestrial visitors as bait to achieve the current situation.
What Mammon has to do is just to hold off Leviathan and give Beelzebub time to seize Asdemo's power.
"Then let me take yours."
Leviathan used all his strength mercilessly. Mammon thought that his plan was perfect, but there was a premise for all this. Mammon must have enough ability to hold him back. Otherwise, Mammon's behavior would not be to take the initiative.
How about offering up your own authority and original sin?
Now Leviathan possesses three original sin runes and has an absolute power advantage. The violent authority is the first to launch, and after the melodious drums of war, what follows are the shoals of fish that cover the sky and the sun.
Facing the darkness approaching, Mammon suddenly felt a sense of uneasiness in her heart, and then this uneasiness became stronger.
Mammon realized one thing. Since the fall of the Holy City, Leviathan has been hiding from the world. He almost never takes the initiative to show his power. Therefore, no one has had a glimpse of Leviathan's true power for a long time.
.
The only time recently that he unleashed his full strength, only Arrogance witnessed it with his own eyes, and after that, Arrogance was swallowed up by Leviathan.
An inexplicable sense of detachment boiled from the bottom of Mamen's heart, as if there were thousands of hands stretching out from the dark corners. They were looking for narrow gaps, trying to put their hands in, peel off the shell, and seize it.
Go find the precious things hidden within.
Yes, whether it is Mammon or Beelzebub, they have not seen the authority of Leviathan for too long, and the arrogance of the last person who saw this power has become a part of Leviathan.
"Give me everything you have!"
The extremely disgusting and crazy roar burst out from the dark clouds, as if thousands of thunders exploded together, tearing the entire sky into pieces.
An inexplicable, almost gravitational force acts on Mammon's huge body. The delicate force tries to make his body collapse and fall apart, and then steal and usurp him bit by bit.
"Long time no see, you jealous authority," Mammon was not afraid, on the contrary, he sneered, "Speaking of it, the authority of the two of us is really similar, we are all almost crazy to demand something.
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"None of us are ever satisfied!"
A terrifying battle broke out on the top of the collapsing snow-capped mountains. Endless amounts of tar gathered together, as if a heavy black rain had fallen from the sky. They flowed down the mountain like a torrent, covering everything along the way until the snow-white
The broken mountain peaks were completely enveloped in darkness.
On the boundless ice sheet, surrounded by layers of flesh and blood, Lewan shattered the surrounding flesh and blood weeds, and then looked in the direction of the mountain peak in disbelief.
If he had some naive fantasies before, now, this torrent of tar has completely swallowed up the top of the mountain, the apex palace of the Mountain Family, everything that was once glorious, everything that he possessed, everything that was familiar... they are all
Disappearing in the darkness, like sinking into a bottomless swamp.
Lewan's heart sank heavily, as if he had fallen into the sticky swamp, his throat blocked by the disgusting mud, and he couldn't breathe.
"No……"
Lewan stared blankly at the destruction on the top of the mountain. Even though the flesh and blood wrapped around his body, biting through his skin and sucking blood, he did not react at all.
Hot tears were accumulating in his eyes. Even though Levan had made enough psychological preparations, when the destruction came in person, he still felt the huge sadness and his own powerlessness.
Why?
Lewan couldn't understand why the Gunshan family was suddenly destroyed, why it was them, and why it was on this day. Everything was so unreasonable, like a sudden noise in the music.
No, there's nothing unexpected about it.
This is not a movie, a novel, or a drama. This is real reality, but reality is an unreasonable monster. One second you are addicted to beauty, and the next second it will be ruthlessly destroyed.
Everything you get.
As for why?
There is no reason, just like mortals don't pay attention to the prayers of ants, similarly, devils don't care about the life and death of mortals. They are completely different existences from beginning to end.
"devil!"
Lewan roared in a low voice.
The furious drums of war echoed across heaven and earth, arousing the fury in everyone's heart and adding fuel to the flames until they burned into raging fires that never rested.
Previously, Lewan could still try to resist the wave of anger, but the collapse of the mountain cut off the last trace of reason in his mind.
Lewan allowed his mind to slide into the abyss of anger. It seemed that only in this way could he escape reality for a short time and surrender his body and mind to the anger of revenge.
The alchemy matrix operates efficiently, continuously absorbing the surrounding ether into the body, and then puts it into the operation of secret energy. The muscles further expand, like armor, shaping him into a furious giant.
Hands, elbows, legs, feet, teeth.
Lewan turned almost every part of his body into a deadly weapon. Like a master's fighter, he violently scattered the flesh and blood and turned them into powder. But not long after, they gathered back together again.
Kill, resurrect, kill again, resurrect again.
Lewan seemed to be trapped in an inescapable war, and his body was gradually deformed in the bloody fight. Under the continuous blood infiltration, a small amount of flesh and blood plague finally successfully adhered to Lewan's body, corroding through the ether.
With the protection, soft sprouts grow.
Levan, who was in a rage, did not notice this. He only focused on fighting. He even said that Shen surrendered to the sound of the war drum and allowed the violence to permeate his body.
In addition to this endless fighting, in the vast black mist, Boluoge also noticed the sound of the war drum, and at the same time he also noticed the existence of Leviathan.
The battle between these two demons was so fierce that even Asmodeus's black mist could not conceal their presence.
"It seems like both of them are serious about it."
Beelzebub looked towards the top of the mountain with a smile in her voice. She always imitated this comfortable and leisurely way, as if she didn't regard Boluogo and Asmode as rivals at all.
"Huh?" Beelzebub narrowed his eyes and said with a hint of distress, "Leviathan is stronger than we expected. Mammon won't be able to hold him off for long."
After saying that, she looked at the half-disabled Asmodeus again, her eyes full of aggression, as if looking at a prey that had fallen into a trap, examining her broken, porcelain-like body.
"The time is too short, I don't think I can eat you here."
Beelzebub rubbed her belly. Boluogo's little flesh and blood could not satisfy her. She was still hungry.
Bologg raised his complaint and put the sword blade on Asmodeus's neck. He was full of questions, but Asmodeus asked Leviathan to dismiss them. Naturally, Bologg would not be satisfied with this answer.
But compared to these, Boluogo cared about other things more.
"Don't worry about the body of the chosen one," Bologo forced. "If you don't show your true posture, we will have no chance of winning."
Asmodeus's sentimentality has advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that this devil is not that devilish, but the disadvantage is that this devil is not devilish enough.
In Bolog's view, Asmodeus should immediately abandon this body and fight with all his strength, but before Asmodeus could hesitate and struggle, a sudden change occurred on the other side of the black mist.
A winding crack tore open from the black mist, and countless pale arms stretched out, widening and twisting the crack little by little, until the worm-like body of the Swallowing Abyss Throat strode out.
After a day and night of turbulence in the Great Rift, the etheric turbulence finally stabilized a lot. This evil in this world crossed several winding cracks one after another and successfully arrived at the battlefield.
The Throat of the Abyss swayed its huge body. It noticed Asmod's presence, opened its dark mouth, and saliva flowed out like a stream, falling on the ice, making a series of corrosive sounds.
Asmodeus gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with hatred. After a crisp cracking sound, her soft skin cracked like porcelain, and a steady stream of tar overflowed from the cracks.