The door to the Pillar of Royal Power was open, like a monster's bloody mouth, and a fishy aura emerged from it, like an evil wind coming from the depths of the cave.
Palmer sighed subconsciously, "The devil's cave is ahead..."
In the end, Palmer, the unlucky guy and the lucky guy, arrived here and stood in front of the turning point that changed the fate of the world.
Before coming, Palmer had many complex emotions in his heart, surging like the ocean tide, and his will was like a flame in the wind, swaying and fragile.
But now, when Palmer really stood here, his heart felt unexpectedly peaceful... Even if he took another step forward, he would step into the devil's feast.
There is nothing to be afraid of anymore.
Gratitude and resentment, merit and demerit, the disputes between devils, human differences, everything, everything, they will all get the final answer here.
"What a subtle feeling."
Palmer held the dagger in his hand, the shiny blade reflecting on his face.
He looked at Boluoge, then at Xilin, and said to himself, "Heavy responsibilities bring pressure, but heavy responsibilities will also bring courage... I have a feeling that I am no longer me."
, but a person whose body has been borrowed by some greater will to carry out the current tasks."
Burlogo gave Palmer a faint smile, and then he stepped forward without fear, taking the lead on the sticky stairs covered with minced meat.
Palmer's heart felt inexplicably relaxed, and he followed quickly, just like they usually did when they performed tasks together.
Yes, nothing different.
Xilin stayed where he was, slowly raising his head and staring at the huge and twisted figure of the Pillar of King Power. For a moment, many memories flashed through Xilin's mind.
The bloody night, the conspiracy with the devil, the secret war, the epidemic of decay...
Everything Xilin is experiencing now is like a continuation of a nightmare. He has returned to the past, the depths of his memory, but unlike himself at that time, this time Xilin is no longer the child who can only cry.
He has mastered the highest power in the world.
His return is for revenge, not only for himself, but also for the royal family of the Kogadel Empire, and also for the desperate boy he once remembered in his memory.
Xilin looked forward. He suddenly quickened his pace, passed Boluogo and Palmer, and walked into the atrium covered with flesh and blood, which was completely twisted and mutated.
"This is my hometown, although I haven't been back for a long time," Xilin looked around and continued, "Let me lead the way for you."
The ring of swords behind Xilin stopped rotating and fell next to Xilin, like a sword guard surrounding it, with a murderous aura.
The deeper you go, the more suffocating and nauseating the smell inside is.
"The land of Beelzebub is located deep inside the Pillar of Kingship. It is a naturally formed internal cave. There is only an elevator to get there."
Xilin analyzed calmly, "It seems that Beelzebub's power has gushes out from the cave, and the entire pillar of royal power has been ruthlessly corroded by her and returned to the country."
The once majestic and glorious palace has now become a horrific and bloody hell. It has been completely eroded by the power of the devil. Every inch of the palace is completely covered with flesh and blood, distorted, and has lost its original dignity and order.
Everything Bologo could see were various organ-like tissue structures. They were spreading and growing in places where they shouldn't be. For a few moments, Bologo suspected that he was actually walking on the flesh and blood of some giant beast.
in a palace, not a palace.
The sound of patter of rain could be heard, and the warm water drops hit Boluogo's face. He wiped it gently, and his fingertips were stained with a dazzling scarlet color.
Boluogo raised his head and saw countless bloody intestines hanging down from the dome. Some of them were dripping with blood and fell to the ground, forming a shocking pool of blood. Some intestines were like ropes.
, tightly wrapped around each figure, hanging them in mid-air, extremely miserable.
These figures may have been attendants or guests of the palace. When the power of the devil broke through the shackles of the country, they were also trapped here, and their lives were taken away in despair and madness.
"This way."
Xilin led the two people to the entrance of the cloister. He said, "This corridor spirals along the main body of the Pillar of King's Power. Through them, we can go to each floor of the Pillar of King's Power."
The long stairs were also covered with scarlet down, and blood overflowed step by step, as if there was a fountain of blood at the end that was vomiting evil endlessly.
The outer edges of the corridor are huge columns. From here, you can easily overlook the outside world. This corridor used to be a good viewing place, but now all you can see is shocking destruction and death.
Waves of cold wind rushed in, carrying blood and sand, and the continuous whine echoed in my ears.
Boluogo stood on the edge of the corridor and looked upward. The hazy light was on the highest floor.
"The King of Terror is at the top." Boluogo said firmly.
Xilin asked curiously, "Why, are you capable of discovering his location?"
"Of course," Boluogo nodded, thinking of the long memory, "That was a deal I made with Mammon... The specific process is a bit complicated, so I won't elaborate on it. In short, the King of Terror is my revenge.
The last person on the list, no matter where he is, I can find him."
"Then do you mind if I kill him?" Xilin stepped forward, "I mean, I can't let you kill him with your own hands, can you?"
"Can."
Boluogo nodded and said casually, "I am more interested in results. As long as I can kill him, I don't care about the means."
"Ha ha."
Xilin couldn't help but laugh. He was a stern guy, but he was unexpectedly happy today.
Palmer listened quietly to the conversation between the two. To be honest, he had no interest in the revenge of these two people. But when he looked at the vast scorched earth outside, he couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness in his heart.
Many people have died, and more people will die next... They even say they don't know why they died.
Compared with lunatics like Xilin and Boluogo, Palmer is indeed a mortal of flesh and blood. When they feel carnival and excitement, Palmer will only feel sad.
Beelzebub and Mammon seemed to have given up on blocking the three of them. They did not encounter any obstacles while marching in the corridor. However, as the three of them moved upward, the distortion of the Pillar of Royal Power became more and more serious, and many flesh and blood
began to actively attack them.
But these attacks are often very weak, and they don't even need Boluo Ge to take action. The secret sword controlled by Xilin alone is enough to eliminate them completely.
The hard wall became soft, like huge stomach walls, undulating slightly. The surface of the flesh wall also secreted corrosive liquid, emitting a disgusting stench, falling to the ground, and eroding pits.
.
In the corner, Boluogo could see broken bodies one by one. Their clothes had been corroded, and only some precious metal jewelry remained. From these residues, it can be inferred the noble status of the deceased.
.
Move forward, keep moving forward.
During the rest of the journey, none of the three of them spoke. Their eyes were sometimes clear and sometimes blurred, as if they were immersed in their own memories.
Gradually, the disturbing wind howling around them disappeared, and the twisted flesh and blood also calmed down one by one, as if they were afraid of waking up some noble beings.
In the silence, only the footsteps of the three of them echoed. Boluogo stared ahead, and the brilliant light became brighter and brighter, approaching before his eyes.
The three of them stopped at the end of the corridor. An iron gate blocked their way. The mottled metal glowed with a cold light, and there was no trace of flesh and blood attached to it.
From Boluogo's perspective, the dim light overflowed from the cracks in the iron gate. Boluogo knew that what was opened was not the door to heaven, but a realm of hell.
Boluogo said, "The King of Terror is behind the door."
Xilin paused for a moment and turned back to look at the two of them, "Do you need to prepare?"
Boluogo looked dismissively, "What are you preparing for? What else is there to prepare?"
Palmer was not as calm as Bologg. He shook the weapon in his hand habitually, and then nodded vigorously to Xilin. Palmer was also ready, for the world, for... for some inexplicable things.
And fight.
Seeing this scene, Xilin's face was filled with a smile again. The smile was fleeting, and his expression quickly became peaceful. He sighed, "I have fantasized about the arrival of this day countless times. There are various possibilities, but I
But I never thought that I was not alone."
Boluogo expressed his recognition of Xilin, "I never thought that I would actually fight side by side with the legendary overlord."
"Wow," Palmer joked palely, sandwiched between the two, "I never imagined that I could appear in a place like this."
He emphasized again, "According to the plot of the novel, I should be the one who is saved, not the one who comes to save!"
Boluogo laughed loudly, while Xilin mobilized his power of control and slammed the iron door with his invisible hand, knocking on the hell.
The gates shattered in all directions, and the saviors rushed into the final battlefield.
This time, what greeted us was no longer the smell of blood, but the cool evening breeze. What came into view was an open-air atrium like a circular Colosseum. The atrium was surrounded by layers of stone steps.
The first floor is spacious enough to accommodate a large number of spectators.
The stone steps surround a vast floor paved with marble, without any trace of blood or minced meat, as if the owner of this place had specially prepared it for the saviors.
Bologg raised his head, and the suffocating dome disappeared, replaced by the real sky.
Dark clouds gathered, like a thick black curtain, shrouding the entire atrium in darkness. The flickering candles burning on the heavy stone steps barely illuminated the world.
Boluogo could sense that a high concentration of ether was gathering here, and the devil's crazy and evil power was brewing to its limit.
"call……"
Boluogo took a long breath, and the warm breath turned into a white mist that spread out in the cold environment and disappeared.
Directly in front of the three people, a black stand protruded from the heavy stone steps. It seemed to be carved from a huge black rock. Similarly, the craftsmen were also chopping on this heavy and huge rock.
A rough and brutal throne emerged.
Due to the slightly distorted reality, the marble floor under Bologo's feet was covered with a thin layer of frost. Lightning flashed across the clouds from time to time, and a pale light flashed through, illuminating the figure on the throne of the stand.
The figure of the King of Terror.
Xilin stared at the deathly darkness on the throne and murmured to himself, "The current King of Terror, the former First King, the curse flowing in the blood of Cogadel... is finally coming to an end.
"
Thunder flashed across again, with an astonishing force. It landed not far from the duel field, and the strong light completely illuminated the figure of the King of Terror.
Similar to the Sleeper that Boluogo had encountered before, he was wearing a striking blood-colored robe, which poured down from the throne like a waterfall. From a distance, it looked like a huge blood stain.
The crown of the Kogadel Empire was placed on his head, and his face was inlaid with a golden skull mask. As if he noticed the arrival of Bologo and others, he stood up slowly, his loose robes setting off the
His withered and thin body.
"Xilin...my child..."
The hoarse and evil voice echoed in the night.
"You are finally back."
The terrifying evil aura poured out from the dark throne like a flood, and the turbid ether mixed with the power of the devils raged out in all directions.
The candles on the stone steps suddenly burst into flames like torches. The hot fire light gathered together and turned into waves of flames surrounding the stone steps in the duel field until a huge ring of fire was formed, engulfing everyone.
People are trapped in it, burning the dark clouds red.
"You're still here."
Someone's voice sounded lazily, and Beelzebub appeared behind the King of Terror. She hugged the King of Terror from behind, rested her chin on his shoulder, and looked at the duel field with contempt.
The three people on top let out groaning smiles.
A sharp scream suddenly rose, and a secret sword shot through the air, accurately piercing the heart of the King of Terror, and also penetrated Beelzebub behind him.
"So impatient."
Beelzebub looked at Xilin in the duel field with a smile. His expression was extremely gloomy and his face was livid.
The King of Terror didn't say a word and didn't take any action, but strangely, the secret sword that pierced his heart actually disintegrated itself, as if it was twisted by some huge force, the blade bent and cracked,
Thin threads of blood emerged from the wounds on the chest, tightly wrapped around the secret sword, and incorporated it into the shriveled body before disappearing.
"Aren't you going to talk again? Everyone," Beelzebub looked troubled, "we don't have many opportunities for peaceful dialogue like this."
"What did you say?"
Boluogo interrupted Beelzebub's words loudly. A cluster of flames ignited on the dark resentment, and the saw ax was fully extended. The ax blade split into deadly serrated blades, like split tree branches.
"Everything that needs to be said has been said. Any more words will be just useless nonsense," Boluogo said viciously, "Just draw your swords and face each other. What are you waiting for?"
Beelzebub pursed his lips and smiled, his cheeks bulging like a colorful poisonous snake.
Waves of applause rang out, followed by the sound of approaching footsteps. Mammen walked out from under the black stands, and behind him, he was followed by the speechless ones one after another.
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of speechless people walked out of the passage under the stone steps. Like an army, they surrounded the three people.
"You are right, Boluogo," Mammon agreed, "Both you and we have been waiting for this moment for too long..."
"Draw your sword and face it!"
In an instant, the sky above the entire duel field was shrouded in thick ether, and the ether reactions one after another were like bursts of exploding thunder, rising on the spot with a heart-stopping power.
Boluogo and Xilin unreservedly released their secret powers, and their terrifying power of control plundered the surrounding ether, like a funnel, trying to condense all the ether in this world into their hands.
Palmer was also not to be outdone. The strength in his whole body burned like a ignited flame, and the fiery light in his eyes set off strong winds.
"I don't need to be a hero for a lifetime," Palmer whispered in his heart, "a hero for a moment is enough."
The three people's etheric reactions gathered into a terrifying force, like an erupting volcano.
Outside of them, the hundreds of speechless people also aroused their own power, and their own ether reactions bloomed one after another like bright stars. Each ray of light contained terrifying power. Then,
These rays of light gathered together to form a continuous and turbulent sea of ether.
Amidst the manic ether flow and harsh noise, Bologo clearly heard a series of crisp sounds like broken glass - it was the mournful cry of the material world.
Reality shattered, creating a series of blue cracks surrounding the duel field. Some cracks healed quickly, but many cracks collapsed and appeared. It seemed that as long as a little more pressure was applied, this place would be like the land of eternal night, unprotected.
He fell into the ether realm without control, and there...the true forms of the devils were staring at him.
"How pitiful."
Beelzebub watched the struggles of the mortals and commented coldly, "Cowardly mortals actually dare to challenge the highest authority in the world... It's really sad, isn't it?"
She said, getting close to the body of the King of Terror, and caressing his golden skull mask.
"But we are different," she whispered softly, "we are born to be the Supreme One."
Slender and warm hands followed the slits in the robe and stretched into the lapel of the King of Terror. Beelzebub gently caressed the cold and stiff body, pressed on the slightly undulating chest, and felt the strong and real vitality.
"bring it on!"
Beelzebub excitedly announced to the world, "My empire will rise among thousands of souls!"
The devil's curse resounded throughout the vast heaven and earth, like thunder that refused to disperse for a long time.
Boluogo chopped off the heads of several speechless people with an axe. He was about to kill the throne with Xilin. Suddenly, the pillar of royal power shook violently. It shook rhythmically, like...
...like a huge heart trembling hard.
At the core of the Pillar of Royal Power, in the cave completely filled with flesh and blood, under Beelzebub's will, it trembled violently, like a huge water pump, rising and falling at will, squeezing hundreds of tons of blood.
, driving the agitation of the underground blood river and causing taboo waves.
Boluogo noticed that every beat of the core heart caused a wide range of vibrations, like a huge earthquake source. The scope of the ripples could easily radiate hundreds of kilometers through the expansion of the blood river.
At this time, looking at the throne, the King of Terror stood sluggishly like a statue, and his own ether reaction reached the limit of the Glorious One in an instant.
Beelzebub hid behind him, smiling mockingly, "Boluogo, how should you deal with this?"
The heart beats, the blood river surges, and the devil's power strikes in all directions with heavy ripples, boundless.
At the same time, the entire territory of the Kogadel Empire began to tremble. The blood rivers that were originally hidden deep in the ground became restless after being summoned by Beelzebub. They were no longer satisfied with the darkness and silence underground, but
With endless violence and anger, it began to spread crazily towards the surface.
Beelzebub closed his eyes with satisfaction, feeling his power spread rapidly across the country.
"How should you prepare? Leviathan."
The blood river is like a strip of scarlet tentacles, ruthlessly eroding everything it touches. Scarlet blood seeps out from under the soil. Under their erosion, the trees instantly lose their vitality. The branches and leaves wither, the bark peels off, and finally turn into ashes.
There are ferocious dead trees.
The birds and beasts that were originally sleeping in the forest were now in endless panic and despair. They screamed and struggled, but they were still wrapped and swallowed by the bloody hyphae that grew out, and their healthy bodies were
It quickly declined, drained of blood and vitality, leaving only shrill screams echoing in the bloody jungle.
The residents in the city were still sleeping. Some were unconsciously wrapped in the spreading flesh and blood, while others were awakened by the smell of fish.
Some people were completely covered before they had time to react, and some people found that most of their bodies had been wrapped in a scarlet cocoon. People struggled helplessly and shouted in this bloody cage, but their voices were soon heard.
Submerged in that scarlet ocean.
There were harsh noises on the street, the car lost control and crashed into the street, and amid the desperate screams, chaotic gunfire sounded...
As the blood river continues to spread, city clusters are covered with scarlet spider webs. High-rise buildings, streets, parks and squares... everything is eroded by this evil force and scarlet rhizomes growing from the earth.
covered.
Everything in the world fell into absolute silence in this dark night, except for the blood-red velvety hyphae still swaying in the wind.
Countless human beings were captured by the Kingdom of Jade tonight. They did not die immediately, but under its power, they were painfully condensed into the essence of the Philosopher's Stone. These crystal clear gems were transported to the country under the writhing movement of flesh and blood.
In the underground blood river, they collided with each other and were digested in the bloody river.
In the river of blood, countless souls were wailing and screaming.
With the full activation of the Kingdom of Coal, the entire Kogadel Empire has been completely reduced to a purgatory made of flesh and terror. Under the rule of the Blood River, hundreds of humans are captured every moment, and there are still
Many human beings woke up in the dark night. They tried to protect themselves, but found that there was no way out.
Looking down at the Kogadel Empire from a high altitude, its entire territory has been covered with a faint layer of blood, and at its border, a series of fires have risen one after another.
"Forward, forward!"
The man's roar echoed through the channel.
While Bologger and others continued to fight, the Rhenish Alliance troops also entered the territory of the Kogadel Empire, but what awaited them here was not the same heavily armed army, but with the full activation of the Kingdom of Slurry, a steady stream of
Creatures of flesh and blood constantly crawling out from the depths of the earth.
They howled and roared, waving their huge claws, and rushed towards the armored troops. Every roar was accompanied by a fishy smell and a creepy sound, as if they were roars coming from the depths of hell.
The tank's tracks traveled hard on the soft flesh and blood ground, sometimes sinking into deep flesh and blood mud, and sometimes being entangled by tentacles emerging from the ground and unable to move.
The soldiers waved their bayonets and cut off the tentacles one by one. Then, they bravely charged at the approaching flesh and blood creatures and killed them one by one.
However, these flesh and blood creations seemed to have no pain. Even if their heads were penetrated by bayonets and their chests were shattered by bullets, they still roared and rushed towards the soldiers, slit the throats of the mortal soldiers, and sucked their blood.
For this group of things beyond imagination, every swing of the bayonet by the soldiers required great effort and courage, but soon they were numbed by excessive fear.
The machine gun breathed deadly tongues of fire, pouring strings of bullets on their bodies. The dense rain of bullets exploded in a tide of flesh and blood, beating them to pieces, and their flesh and blood flew everywhere.
But no matter how the large army kills, these monsters seem to be endless. Even if one of them falls, more ferocious figures will emerge from the ground and continue to attack the large army. They are like being trapped in a quagmire of flesh and blood, unable to move even an inch.
Harsh whistling sounds came from above the chaotic battlefield. In the night sky, bomber formations drew deadly arcs, accurately dropping alchemical bombs at the center of the monster group.
The alchemy bomb exploded on the flesh-and-blood land, setting off huge waves of air and fire, instantly devouring the surrounding monsters. Then, the plague of decay filled in it began to spread, and with the ultimate power of death, it temporarily
Suppressing the violent surge in the country of gel, clearing a way forward in the dense sea of monsters.
But soon, the cleared road was filled again with a steady stream of flesh and blood creations.
The entire battlefield turned into a hell on earth. The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood. The soldiers' faces were stained dark by smoke and sweat, and their clothes were soaked with their own blood, the blood of their comrades, or the blood of monsters.
, stick tightly to the body.
Every breath they took became extremely difficult, and every movement required tremendous effort. Some soldiers were corrupted by flesh and blood, screaming and having deformed sarcomas covering their bodies.
Many ether reactions rose up everywhere on the battlefield, and the dispatched Sublime Walkers also joined the battle. They successfully maintained the stability of the battle line, but these monsters were inexhaustible, and sooner or later the Sublime Subzers would be killed.
There is a moment of exhaustion.
Such desperate battles occurred everywhere on the frontiers of the Kogadel Empire. The long-planned large-scale attack by the Rhine Alliance ended up becoming a line of defense to prevent the spread of the flesh and blood tide.
In the far north of the mainland, in the rolling snow, Holt stared solemnly at the large crack in front of him, and the Sublime Ones around him were already ready.
A flash of scarlet suddenly flashed from the light of the Great Rift. Holt decisively detonated his secret energy, and the roaring ether echoed around the Great Rift.
The prepared Sublime Ones moved forward to launch an offensive. A steady stream of blood burst out from the great rift, and deformed and twisted bodies attacked the world in a carnival.
From south to north, no one can stay away.
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