It was a magnificent creation that fell from the sky, a shadow that should not have existed, a miracle beyond imagination.
This time, Palmer could be sure that he was not hallucinating. The endless golden sculptures were really emitting a steady stream of cheers, roaring and tsunami, as if they were celebrating the arrival of a certain sacred moment.
Everyone is celebrating!
The melodious sound of whales echoed in the sky. As the sound rose and fell, one of them plundered the surrounding ether wantonly. Its own energy level gradually increased, turning it into a large movable ether vortex point.
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Reality was crushed by the powerful energy level into a fatal arc, thunder and ice intertwined and appeared, the space had a strange distortion, and brilliant arcs surrounded it, like algae that could glow in the deep sea.
"forward!"
Albert shouted with joy, he saw the duel field located on the Pillar of King's Power, and also caught a glimpse of the devils there.
Over the years, his state of mind has become extremely calm in the darkness, like a pool of stagnant water. But at this moment, Albert felt that the calm water in his heart was boiling again, evaporating hot steam, as if there was an helpless force.
The contained fire is rising from the bottom of the water.
"Battle of Reckoning!"
Albert drew out the saber from his waist, raised the bright blade high, and split the strong wind.
He stood at the front and turned back with great joy, looking at the successors wearing masks and the standing golden sculptures.
"Look, everyone!"
Albert confided to them, his eyes became a little sour, as if he was about to shed tears.
But before the tears could fall, they were evaporated by the hot ether, and the power of the ancient Glory burst out from Albert's body. His old body was like a burning dead tree, on the verge of breaking, but burning brightly.
Albert looked forward again and roared.
"The final moment!"
One of them crushed the dark clouds covering the earth, the night shattered and collapsed, and the pale moonlight fell on it, reflecting the boundless golden armor shining brightly.
Beelzebub looked solemnly at the sudden appearance of the strange soldier, clearly aware of the evil power surging in him. Just as everyone instinctively senses the disgust of their souls, Beelzebub and Mammon can be sure that this
It is a scourge of this world.
But now, the dispute between the devils has come to an end. One after another, the devils have fallen one after another, and even the evils of this world have been destroyed. After simple elimination and inference, the ownership of this evil of this world is very clear.
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Beelzebub gritted his teeth and said, "Leviathan..."
Since the Wrath of the Scorched Earth, Leviathan has been hidden from the world's sight, and everything about him has become unknown, even the evils of this world.
The disputes between the devils lasted for thousands of years. During these thousands of years, the devils' evils in this world also changed several times. It is obvious that one of them is just outside the knowledge of Beelzebub and Mammon.
Beelzebub said to himself again, "How can Leviathan, who is so evil in this world, stand with the people of the Bureau of Order?"
No one answered her, because others were also in the same shock.
Boluogo stared at the fallen behemoth blankly. Others may not understand it, but Boluogo could see the people on it at a glance, and the golden armor attached to the torso was obviously the result of inverting the changes in the hall.
Come.
The manic thoughts mixed into a ball in Boluogo's mind. They squirmed, struggled, screamed, whispered, or roared those obscure sentences, causing Boluogo's mind to fall into a strange blank.
It's hard to think about anything anymore.
Xilin was also shocked by this sudden change, but unlike Boluogo, after being in a daze for a while, he came back to his senses and laughed inexplicably.
"So that's it? Leviathan."
Memories of the past emerged from Xilin's mind. From the bloody night, the secret war, to the present, Xilin had clearly realized a long time ago that he was living in a huge conspiracy.
However, due to his own limitations, Xilin could only barely see a vague prototype of the entire conspiracy, even if he tried his best.
Now, all the truth will surface, exposed to the sun, and displayed for everyone to see.
The devil's taboo power suddenly burst out, and when Beelzebub was confused, Mammon was the first to respond.
"Should I say it's you?" Mammon murmured, "It's so deeply hidden."
In this endless dispute, every devil is looking for a way to win the final victory. Beelzebub secretly controls the Kogadel Empire and buries the Kingdom of Gel system under this vast land. Mammon has already
The corpse of the alien visitor was recovered and the supreme power from Aurora was stolen from it.
Mammon thought he had prepared enough, but when he saw Leviathan showing off his trump card, he couldn't help but feel shocked, and his originally perfect chance of winning became shaky.
It was also as Leviathan showed his true power that the past events that were once shrouded in mystery became clear before Mammon's eyes.
However, this is not a good time to reminisce.
Mammon releases her power without reservation, controls everything she can control, and dominates everything she can dominate.
With the full activation of the Kingdom of Slurry, the Pillar of Royal Power has been completely transformed into the central heart of this huge system, and its original architectural structures have been replaced one by one, until this giant has also transformed into a taboo living body.
Under the will of Mammon, a hundred-meter-long giant tentacles snaked down from the pillar of kingship, and then were raised high, carrying the fury and lash of hell, setting off the roar of the wind, and heading straight for the man who was marching forward bravely.
One among all.
Twisted, ferocious, with an aura that destroys everything.
This scene is like something from a myth. One of them is the big ship swimming on the angry sea, and the pillar of kingship is the sea monster attacking it. However, this battle does not take place on the sea, but in this boundless place.
in the air.
The body of the Ten Thousand Ones is equipped with weapons transformed from the upside-down hall. The hanging muzzle flashes with fatal arc light, like lightning cutting through the darkness. In an instant, the blazing ether jet is like a spear of divine punishment, penetrating through the flesh and blood of the sky.
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The light spear continued to move forward, and even pierced the pillar of royal power itself with shocking huge blood holes. The blood burst out of the embankment and soaked the earth.
However, these tentacles did not stop there. They were like enraged giant beasts. At the moment of rupture, they split into countless scarlet blood filaments, pouring down like blood rain from the sky.
They hovered and rolled in the air, launching a more violent attack on the One of Ten Thousands, trying to erode its armor and corrode its flesh.
Like a dense flock of scarlet birds.
At this critical moment, Ten Thousand Ones did not sit still and wait for death. They saw bright spots of light condensed around them, which were the product of highly compressed etheric power.
These light spots were like stars surrounding the One of All, shining with dangerous and charming light, and then were swallowed by One of All, surging along the huge cables and pipes spread under the golden armor.
A large amount of ether was transported to the muzzles of the forest. When the power was accumulated to the limit, the ether jet poured out like the Milky Way, and the day burst apart, tearing out a piece of pure white that could blind the eyes in front of the flock of scarlet birds.
The pure power of ether bursts out like a waterfall in the high air, and its high concentration of energy instantly ionizes the surrounding air, filling the air with an ozone smell like grass after rain.
This force is so powerful that it seems to tear the entire sky apart.
The clouds within several kilometers were instantly flattened by the impact of this force, as if they had never existed. The broken auroras briefly flashed in the air, like gorgeous fireworks, but with a poignant beauty like the end of the world.
Powerful shock waves swept in all directions, and the first one to be hit was the Pillar of King's Power. After being bombarded by several ether jets, several horrific wounds had opened on the Pillar of King's Power.
Although the flesh-and-blood building has the ability to heal itself, it will obviously take a certain amount of time to make up for such a large gap, not to mention that under these fatal shellings, the Pillar of Royal Power tilted at a certain angle
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The arc seemed tiny, but when magnified to the towering giant, Boluogo, standing on the duel field, felt that the entire ground was tilting violently to one side.
In the aftermath of the violence, many speechless people were swept away. Boluogo didn't care about the life and death of these people. Anyway, as long as he still had a breath, these guys would always come back. Not to mention, Boluogo could feel the wordless people.
They themselves have no real sense of their own lives.
The Silent Man is just a puppet. Once, he may have had his own name and will, but due to Mammon's greed, his self has long since disappeared into history. Only Mammon's threads control his
limbs.
The marble floor collapsed one after another, and a steady stream of blood overflowed from the cracked gaps, and slender granules sprouted from them like bamboo shoots after a rain.
In the blink of an eye, the flesh-and-blood plague covered the duel field, turning it into a bloody ecological field.
Bologo swung the flaming sword, and the fire snake swept out a burning pure land, and the crackling sound of burning fat continued.
Above the night sky, One of Ten Thousands is still moving forward. As it advances, the space surrounding One of Ten Thousands gradually cracks into thin cracks, which are the gaps in the etheric realm.
Thunder suddenly appears from time to time, like the roar of the sky, and like the trembling of the earth. The ashes in the sky are rolled up by the strong wind, heated and flickering, like countless disappearing sparks. Although their light is weak, they are in this darkness.
It looked particularly dazzling in the sky.
Above all others, Albert waved his saber to his heart's content, chopping the air like a crazy orchestra conductor, laughing endlessly.
Their strong appearance turned the tide of the battle in an instant. They were like falling meteorites, constantly oppressing the tilting pillar of royal power.
Beelzebub's charming face gradually turned ferocious, and finally, she roared at everyone like a wild beast.
The sharp screams echoed through the sky. This was not a catharsis of emotions, but an order from the evil will to the endless flesh and blood.
Those ashes flying under the night were heated into flickering light spots, but suddenly, they quickly extinguished, and then each particle that was difficult to identify with the naked eye expanded rapidly, as if appearing out of thin air, turning into a
A bloody spore danced towards the crowd.
Palmer, who was above the crowd, didn't notice anything at first. He just felt that the light just now was too dazzling, and he couldn't help but shed tears. But soon, he felt something on his arm.
superior.
Palmer slapped him hard, but the strange feeling still existed. At this time, Palmer looked over suspiciously and saw a small pimple growing on his exposed arm. Soon, the pimple appeared to the naked eye.
Within seconds, Palmer's entire arm was like dry and cracked earth, with flesh and blood bursting out and bleeding.
Palmer was stunned for a moment. This was the flesh-and-blood power derived from the devil's authority. It easily suppressed Palmer's etherification and forcibly twisted his body.
The confused eyes turned ferocious, and without any hesitation, Palmer cut his arm decisively with the wind blade, tearing off the entire skin, revealing the bones.
Palmer yelled to one side, "Nathaniel!"
Nethaniel had obviously noticed this anomaly, but unlike Palmer, the moment the spores landed on his body, Nethaniel had already used his own high temperature to incinerate them.
The alchemy matrix penetrated by the soul scar slowly started to operate. Although it was difficult to reach its peak state, burning a group of disgusting flesh and blood was not a problem for Nethaniel.
A brilliant sea of fire erupted from the front of the crowd, with dense explosions and sparks blooming from the flames.
Nethaniel only blocked part of the spores. While he was defending, more spores had fallen on the huge body of the One of All.
Once the scarlet spores came into contact with the golden armor, they quickly took root in it and began their crazy erosion.
Even though these solid metals are filled with ether, they still become fragile in the face of the devil's power carried by the spores. The flesh and blood are like hungry beasts, biting and devouring every inch of the golden armor.
Time seemed to speed up at this moment, and the spores grew and expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, eventually turning into heavy sarcomas.
At this time, the originally smooth metal surface became mottled and covered with cracks and damage. These cracks seemed to be the tentacles of evil forces. They gradually spread and invaded the depths of the armor. The flesh and blood followed closely behind,
They penetrated the armor's protection layer by layer and poured into the bodies of thousands of people like a tide.
Palmer realized that the situation was not good. He endured the severe pain in his arm and fully activated his secret power. He called out the storm, but this time the storm's response became much slower.
Under the melee of multiple forces, the entire airspace was filled with etheric turbulence, which meant that Palmer needed to spend more ether and energy than before to weave his own order in this chaotic energy field.
Palmer gritted his teeth, and the muscles all over his body tensed. He mobilized every ounce of power in his body, and the secret energy ran at high speed, burning every ounce of ether in his body.
In an instant, Palmer reached contact with the secret source through the alchemical matrix. At the cost of consuming ether, he desired a miracle to change reality.
The secret source bestows miracles.
In the first few seconds, just wisps of breeze passed by Palmer's side, like a soft whisper of nature, but as time went by, the wind gradually became stronger, like a woman's steady and deep whisper, gradually turning...
For a sonorous and powerful roar.
The strong wind suddenly rose, picking up dust and debris all over the sky, forming whirlwinds that forcibly reversed the trajectory of the falling spores.
They were originally madly attacking towards the One of Ten Thousands, but at this moment they were ruthlessly blown back by the strong wind and flew towards the Pillar of King Power again.
Nathaniel looked back at Palmer. Under the burning bright light, his face was dark, but Palmer felt that he should have nodded to him in approval.
But... even if Palmer blew away these deadly spores, a large part of them had already taken root and sprouted on the armor of the All Ones.
Continuous explosions came from below, and the whole body shook a few times. The crazy growth of flesh and blood eroded away layers of thick armor, biting off those huge pipes and cables, like broken intestines.
Like that, it fell down and fell to the ground, throwing up a cloud of smoke and dust.
The transmission of ether was interrupted, and the muzzles of several cannons that were brewing ether also dropped, and the deadly light that gathered in the dark barrels was extinguished.
"Is there nothing you can do?"
Palmer yelled at Albert, pinning his hopes on these numerous figures.
"It's crazy."
Palmer suddenly whispered in his heart that in the end, he still had to resort to these devils' creations, not to mention that these devils' creations were actually the supreme will of the Bureau of Order.
What a fucking devil. Are you thinking that you, your family, and so many people have been working for the devil for so many years?
Palmer tried not to let himself think about this matter. Once he thought about this, his mind was completely overwhelmed by these random thoughts. Let alone continue to fight, he could not even move, he could only act like a wooden stake.
, stood there hugging his head and crying.
After just thinking for a second or two, Palmer had already recalled his entry procedures and wondered if he had signed the blood contract in a daze at some inadvertent time!
"Method? What method do you want?"
Albert still had that comfortable smile. He didn't seem to worry about the survival of the One of Ten Thousands, or the victory of this dispute... It's also possible that this bastard was confident. He believed that when the One of Ten Thousands
When he appears on the battlefield, all chaos will have an absolute certainty.
"I'm sorry, Palmer. As a scourge in this world, One of Ten Thousands is just like the Throat of the Abyss. It doesn't actually have any strong combat power."
Albert said and stamped his feet. Even the ground under their feet was golden. "Otherwise, we wouldn't have relied on large external armor to add a certain amount of combat power to everyone."
Palmer covered his still bleeding arm and blinked hard. He suspected that he heard wrongly, but for a base defender, hearing hallucinations is a difficult thing.
A heavy rumbling sound sounded from below the One of Ten Thousands again. This time the abnormality was not from the erosion of flesh and blood, but that One of Ten Thousands took the initiative to open the covers below. Then, like a bomber, it headed downwards.
The bloody ground cast a rain of cannonballs.
Countless bombs were inserted into the soft, fleshy ground, like a dense mass of tombstones. Taking a peek from a distance, Palmer suspected that someone had pulled over the entire ammunition inventory of the sublimation furnace core.
What makes Palmer strange is that these bombs did not detonate...
The roaring explosion cut off Palmer's thoughts. Multiple explosions set off a continuous heat wave, scarring the earth with holes. A steady stream of blood gushes out of it, and many flesh-and-blood creations can still be vaguely seen.
The explosions continued.
The flesh and blood creations were blown to pieces, and the earth was dented inch by inch under the continuous explosions. All of them continued to drop bombs, like a big ship that was about to sink, trying their best to unload the heavy objects.
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The deafening roar made everyone almost lose their hearing, and the shock waves generated by repeated explosions swept through everything around them like an earthquake, and the burning fire gathered into a ball and rose from the ground.
Before the firelight and smoke dissipated, a deep vertical pit was suddenly blasted out of the ground. Immediately afterwards, the last giant bomb left the cabin and fell into the darkness along the vertical pit.
Parr watched this scene silently, and he seemed to understand something.
A dull and distant explosion sounded from deep underground, causing the surrounding ground to shake and raise dust.
In the pitch-black vertical pit, there was no firelight, only a touch of pure darkness. It wasn't until more than ten seconds later that a thick smoke rose from it.
The thick smoke spread in all directions along the vertical pits. Wherever it went, the flesh and blood earth dried up and cracked. Even the flesh and blood creations were broken into pale powder in the painful struggle. It seemed that this thick smoke was
The breath of death is enough to take away all life.
Palmer swallowed, turned his head and looked at Albert, who saw Albert smiling and said, "The Monks of Truth have been a great help. They not only handed over all the plague of decay in their inventory to us.
, and even worked overtime to make a new batch.”
It is obviously a difficult task to break through the layers of blockades of the devils, destroy the pillar of royal power, and break the core heart of the kingdom of slurry, but if the goal is to attack the extension of the blood river, everything will be much simpler.
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One of Ten Thousands may not have strong combat power, but it is smart enough, far smarter than many people.
The land covered by the Kingdom of Slurry is nothing more than a relatively thick piece of flesh and blood. The continuous explosions just now were like daggers repeatedly piercing, just to open a deep enough tunnel, and then drop the giant bomb filled with the plague of decay.
Send it to them.
At this moment, a terrible disaster is erupting underground. A massive plague of decay is like an unstoppable torrent, carrying a strong aura of death and rushing along with the river of blood.
It rages along the densely crisscrossed underground river channels, and its spread is so fast that it spreads like a virus and cannot be contained.
Wherever the plague of decay passes, the scarlet color becomes deeper and darker, as if it has been injected with endless darkness and despair. The blood flow that was originally rushing seems to be frozen at this moment, becoming slow and heavy.
The surging ripples on the river disappeared, replaced by a dead silence, and the ether surging in it was also wiped clean.
The remaining devil's power is still struggling to a certain extent, causing the river of blood to boil and roll from time to time.
But even though it had strong vitality, it was still suppressed to a certain extent in the face of this extreme power of decay, and the philosopher's stones that came with the torrent also broke one by one under the influence of the plague of decay.
Many cracks broke out on the crystal surface, and then the whole body was completely broken into fine particles. The soul bound in it was completely freed, rose up, and disappeared into the blood river.
The blood rivers in the entire area were temporarily paralyzed. They lost their vitality and vitality and became like dead ditches.
At the same time, within the royal domain where the Pillar of King Power is located, the detonation of the plague of decay seemed to create a necrotic area, forcibly cutting off the connection between the King of Terror and the Kingdom of Slurry.
On the throne, the power of the King of Terror stagnated, and then there were faint signs of weakening. Beelzebub clenched his fists tightly, his expression twisted.
These epidemics of decay alone are not enough to destroy the Kingdom of Coal. At most, the Pillar of Royal Power is forcibly isolated from the outside world, temporarily preventing the coronation ceremony of the King of Terror. As long as it lasts for a period of time, the blood river will be consumed.
Get rid of the huge plague of decay and reconnect the entire kingdom of gel.
At high altitude, the One of Ten Thousands was getting closer and closer to the Pillar of Kingship. After the bombing, it began to purify itself. All equipment contaminated by the Flesh Plague was discarded one by one, and even the armor below was stuck to it.
With the plague of flesh and blood, they fell to the earth together.
It's like a giant whale repeatedly hitting the huge waves, forcibly peeling off the barnacles on its body.
As the One of Ten Thousands slowly advanced, the golden armor on its body became less and less, until its originally ugly and ferocious body was exposed, like a rotting whale.
Bologg stood on the tilted duel field and looked at the scene from a distance. When he saw that the epidemic of decline had cut off the connection between the Pillar of Royal Power and the Kingdom of Slurry, Bologg was so excited that he even wanted to raise his arms and shout, but
The next second, he suddenly remembered the nature of being one among all and the truth about the Bureau of Order, and his heart was filled with confusion and chill, and he was overwhelmed.
"Leviathan..."
Boluogo murmured in a low voice, and everything was connected in series.
Why could I, as a debtor, join the Bureau of Order? Why would Xilin's alchemy matrix be implanted in me? Why... why...
Everything had a perfect answer, and a bone-chilling chill filled Boluogo's heart.
Fortunately, Boluogo did not sink. Instead, he cheered up, picked up his sword and ax, and strode towards the throne.
In any case, the arrival of the One in All has indeed alleviated the pressure on Boluogo and Xilin, giving this war between mortals and the devil a slight chance of victory.
"Do you want to continue fighting? Boluogo."
Mammon's voice sounded from the front, and the Silent Ones blocking the road also stopped and moved out of the way. Mammon stood at the end, her broken face had long been repaired, and she looked at him with an indifferent expression.
"if not?"
The swords and axes intertwined in Boluogo's hands, making a very threatening sound.
"That is to say... you want to continue to fight for Leviathan and this false Bureau of Order?"
Speaking of the latter part, Mammon couldn't help but sneered, "It's really surprising. Who could have imagined that the force that stands on the front line of mankind's fight against the devil is just another devil behind it."
Mammon scoffed sharply, "From beginning to end, this is not human resistance, but a dispute between devils."
"This is so ironic, Boluogo."
Disturbing voices kept echoing in Bolog's ears, and all kinds of suspicions and conspiracies broke out one after another.
Bologg stopped and stared at Mammon. The distance between the two was not too far. With the power of the Glorious One, Bologg was sure to get close and cut off his head within a few seconds.
"I have to admit, for a moment, I did feel a little...faith collapsed."
Boluogo admitted frankly and smiled bitterly, "Looking back now, the regulations of the Order Bureau are indeed very strange."
The regulations of the Order Bureau echoed in Bologo's mind like a curse and were embedded in his soul. It can be said that most of the time, Bologo never doubted the decision-making room.
I originally thought that this would be a way for the decision-making room to unite its employees, but now it seems that this is more like a cover-up for itself.
This feeling is really wonderful, as if my body, mind, and soul are crumbling and on the verge of being broken. This feeling is terrible.
But fortunately, Boluogo was on this cruel battlefield. The constantly approaching enemies did not allow Boluogo to think too much, nor did he completely fall into the whirlpool of doubt.
"I can understand you, Boluogo," Mammon said with a smile, "I have seen this scene with many people. Everything I once believed in suddenly became beyond recognition, and even where I was going became confused.
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"No, I'm not confused."
Boluogo interrupted Mammon's words, raised the Bite in his hand, and burned with heavy fire.
"I'm still going to kill you," the sword pointed at Mammon, then at Beelzebub, "and her."
Mammon's smile turned cold, and her voice did not fluctuate at all, "After all, do you still want to fight for Leviathan?"
"Fight for Leviathan, fight for the Bureau of Order, fight for this, fight for that..."
Bologger muttered irritably, and then yelled at Mammon, "Is there something wrong with your brains, you devils? Can't you even understand such words?"
He became extremely angry, as if he wanted to pour out the anger of betrayal and collapse on Mammon.
"Can't I kill you two and then find a way to kill Leviathan?"
Burlogo scolded, "Can't I fight for myself?"
The questions made Mamen speechless. There was a moment of silence between the two, and then Mamen's disturbing laughter sounded again.
"It's really disappointing, Boluogo. You look like a fanatic whose faith has collapsed. In order to make your own logic self-consistent, you are willing to throw yourself into eternal disaster."
Mammon commented coldly, "How sad."
Boluoge's figure twisted rapidly on the ground, like an arrow traveling between light and shadow, too fast to be caught. His movements were fast and sharp. In an instant, he came to Mamen's eyes, holding the sword and ax tightly in his hand.
There was a cold light flashing, and a fire ignited on the blade.
Swinging his sword and axe, Bologo danced wildly around Mammon with a speed that could not be recognized visually. The blade seemed to be swung thousands of times in an instant, each time with precision and cruelty, like a thunderous thunder, enough to break steel and shatter rocks.
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Under this violent attack, Mammon's body was cut to pieces, but there was no blood or flesh in the wound, only the wriggling tar and his continuous shrill laughter.
"Is this a kind of venting? Boluogo, even if you chop me into hundreds of pieces, you still can't kill me, and you can't change this fact!"
Mammon laughed so hard that she was about to cry. Her broken body reorganized and condensed into a human form again. Then, he gently raised his hand to stop it.
Bologg's sharp sword blade just stopped in mid-air. Mammon pushed his hand forward again. Bologg was hit by an invisible force, and his whole body was knocked back several meters.
"Ha ha……"
Bologger gasped and raised his head, blood mixed with sweat flowing down his face.
Mammon was right, he was very angry, more angry than ever before, and wanted to burn the whole world to the ground. But what made Bologo even more angry was that even if he tried his best, he still couldn't shake this damn reality.
"Leviathan!"
Mammon raised her head and shouted, opening her hands excitedly and cheering, "I have to admit, you are really a strong opponent and a great artist!"
From beginning to end, Mammon is a complete devil. Even if he has mortals who admire him, he is only a mortal.
Boluogo bit his tongue and half-knelt on the ground tiredly. One of them staggered against the Pillar of Royal Power. In the violent tremor, it coincidentally reset the tilt of the Pillar of Royal Power. At the same time, it
He also took off most of his armor, leaving most of the upside-down hall abandoned on the ground.
Only the countless cables and the twisted body made of steel and flesh were left, clinging to the edge of the pillar of kingship. The golden figure stood on it. Albert jumped down quickly and stepped into the final duel.
, Palmer and Nathaniel followed closely behind.
When Bologg turned around and glanced at Palmer and Nathaniel, Bologg saw similar despair and ideal despair in their eyes.
"Leviathan!"
Mammon smelled the despair and unwillingness in mortals, and shouted again excitedly, "Look at everything you have created, it is really wonderful. Aren't you going to show up and share the joy of this moment?"
Leviathan heard Mammon's call, so the bright moonlight fell from under the night sky and fell on Boluogo, like a spotlight on the stage, completely illuminating him.
In the light and dust, Leviathan's figure appeared out of thin air. He was still wearing the heavy space suit, and his steps were slow but light, as if he was walking in a low-gravity environment.
Mammon opened her hands as if to hug him, "That's awesome. My blood relative, it's interesting to have an opponent like you."
Leviathan stopped and stood in front of Mammon. The two of them were rarely so close. In contrast, Leviathan's figure looked particularly tall.
"Why?"
Suddenly, Leviathan's voice full of doubt and confusion sounded from under the spacesuit.
The smile on Mammon's face froze. He didn't understand what Leviathan was talking about. Shouldn't he laugh at the powerlessness and weakness of mortals now? Why was he asking himself...why?
Mammon's thoughts were interrupted by a heavy punch. Leviathan smashed Mammon's face, and black tar splashed everywhere.
"why why why!"
Leviathan howled crazily and asked hysterically.
"why why why!"
Every question was accompanied by a heavy punch. Each heavy punch dented Mammon's body, broke his spine, shattered his eyeballs into a piece of mud, and completely shattered his skull.
This sudden change caused the entire battlefield to become inexplicably silent. Everyone looked here and did not dare to move rashly. Even Beelzebub felt a strange uneasiness.
Mammon fell to the ground. This time his body could not heal quickly. After all, the attack from the devil was completely different from the sword swing of a mortal.
After Leviathan finished venting his anger, he took a few steps back, then looked around, looking at the faces of awe, doubt, and dullness.
"why?"
Leviathan's voice was much softer this time, and he seemed to be asking questions to the whole world.
"Why do you just think that mortals are worthless and no threat?"
Leviathan wondered, "Why has it always been the devil who wins? Why can't humans win... even once?"
He laughed infatuatedly, like a deranged mental patient, speaking words that were difficult for others to understand.
"Belphegor, this is a good movie."
Leviathan's voice reached Bologg's ears. Bologg suddenly felt some pain in his left eye. Then, his entire left eye went completely black, as if someone else's eyeball had been implanted into Bologg's eye.
In the eye sockets.
In this endless darkness, the remaining consciousness stared at the final outcome and laughed wildly with satisfaction.
Hearing the laughter of approval, Leviathan's smile grew wider. He took off his helmet with difficulty and threw it aside casually.
Dark tar rolled inside the spacesuit. Once upon a time, Leviathan needed it to cover his figure, but now Leviathan no longer has to hide in the shadows.
Mammon gathered her body and looked seriously at her uncertain blood relative, while Beelzebub seemed to have noticed something and asked loudly, "Who...are you?"
"Me?" The squirming tar raised its head, and countless faces flashed from it, "Who am I? This is indeed a question worth discussing."
The tar gathered into a man's body, he thought and recalled.
The memory went back to a long time ago, and many nearly forgotten pasts came before his eyes. He remembered the first demon he saw, named jealousy, and remembered that he had killed his father and killed his mother.
I remembered the man named Wolfgang Gold, thought of my long apprenticeship with him, thought of all the things I had gone through, and finally took over his name...
Remembering that I surpassed him and took back my name.
The man laughed to himself, raised his head and looked at Boluogo, as if he was talking to Boluogo, or muttering to himself, "I am a devil, but I am not a devil.
"
"I am jealous and Leviathan...but at the same time, I am also Wolfgang Gold, one of the founders of the Order Bureau and a member of the decision-making room."
The creeping tar faded away, and a familiar face appeared in front of everyone. He was wearing a robe, with an emblem on his chest that symbolized his identity, and held a scepter in his hand.
"I have countless identities and names, just like the countless ways to achieve immortality given by the devil."
The man's words paused, and then he smiled. This scene seemed somewhat similar to Boluogo, and a certain fragment in his mind fit together with it, like a movie clip cut together.
"But compared to that complicated and boring name and identity, I prefer my own, original one."
The man showed and declared to everyone, the ether rose and jumped, distorting reality wantonly, and countless standing golden statues all gave out carnival calls.
They are sages, heroic spirits, and countless devotees gathered from the One of Ten Thousands.
"I am King Solomon Hill!"
Hill angrily knocked down the scepter, and in an instant, the ground of the duel ground shattered and cracked, and even the Pillar of Royal Power itself trembled violently, with terrifying cracks extending out. The flesh and blood twisted, wailed, and were annihilated into dust and
ash.
"I am the end!"
An arrogant smile appeared on Hill's face.
"The end of the devils!"
Reality collapsed, the two realms began to overlap, and the sky filled with wind and snow surged out from the boundless realm.