The man who was supposed to have died in the fall of the Holy City decades ago has once again appeared in front of the world, like a carefully planned stage performance, shining at the climax of the plot.
Hill had an uncontrollable smile on his face and proudly opened his hands, as if enjoying the silent applause.
Gazing across the dull faces, like a stunning prank, Hill successfully teased everyone, both good and bad.
"How are you feeling at this time?"
Hill looked at Beelzebub and Mammon provocatively, and in turn mocked, "The devil who is so high up there sometimes falls in the hands of humans."
The deep smile echoed endlessly. Hill had been looking forward to this day for too long. For this moment, he paid an unimaginable price. At the same time, there were countless people who followed Hill who were willing to do this for him. It was so misty and almost impossible.
dedication to the cause.
From the moment the Holy City fell...
No, it goes much longer than that. As early as when Hill and Envy first met, and from the day when the young Hill vowed to drive out the devil, Hill has been taking steps towards the future he has today.
Every step was bloody, costly, and littered with corpses.
Beelzebub and Mammon were completely stunned on the spot, without any response to Hill's sarcasm. The scenes in their eyes were too horrifying. Even the devil needed a certain amount of time to understand and unravel the mysteries of the past.
Reconnecting a terrible truth.
The expressions of Boluogo and others behind Hill were similar to the reaction of the devils now.
As if he had forgotten that he was on the battlefield, Boluoge stopped fighting, and even the resentment and unwillingness boiling in his heart disappeared in an instant.
It was somewhat difficult for Boluogo to understand what was happening in front of him. It was like a bad suspense movie, with twists and turns after twists and turns, leaving the audience exhausted.
He turned his head stiffly and looked blankly at Xilin aside. Xilin's condition was not much better than that of Boluogo. Before, Xilin had vaguely guessed that Leviathan was the shadow behind the Bureau of Order. He was in awe.
Nothing can be done.
But Xilin never expected that Leviathan's true identity was King Solomon Hill, the man who should have died long ago.
"It's...what a ghost..."
Xilin exclaimed in a low voice and clenched the secret sword in his hands with all his strength.
In this battlefield of real and fake, virtual and real, it seems that only the sword in his hand can give Xilin a sense of security.
Xilin originally thought that he was the source of the conspiracy, which started in the bloody night. Now it seems that he is just a part of it, and the truth of all this must be traced back further...
In the past hundred years, every major event that has affected the world has his shadow behind it. He blew his breath gently and turned into a storm raging around the world a hundred years later.
A complex smile appeared on Xilin's face. In the past, in the teachings of extraordinary forces, this shadow was often used to refer to the devils who control the world, but this time it refers to King Solomon Xi.
you.
Xilin didn't know the final direction of the current situation, nor did he understand what King Solomon Hill's purpose was, but he knew that the devils were fooled and deceived, and he saw that these noble beings also have such a side.
, Xilin has never rejoiced in his misfortune.
Even Xilin's own fate is unknown.
"Ah...ah..."
Palmer looked here and there. Unlike Boluogo and Xilin who had many thoughts, his poor brain was almost cooked. Let alone thinking about problems, even speaking, he could only utter these words.
A monotonous and helpless voice.
This is also in line with Palmer's character and logical approach.
The eerie silence lasted for a few more seconds, and then was completely shattered by the pure white sun rising from the ground.
Nethaniel detonated his secret power without warning, vaporizing the few Wordless Ones closest to him into a piece of powder.
In the dazzling light, complicated paths spread all over Nethanil's strong body. He controlled his power cautiously and carefully, releasing his power to the maximum within the scope of the soul scar's influence.
The scattered heat detonated the battlefield, and Boluogo and Xilin fought hard again. Even Palmer, who was slow to react, threw the storm feather, and the dagger split into dozens, sweeping across the duel field like a steel hurricane.
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In the expanding light group, Nathaniel asked Albert, "Is this the truth you call, the so-called witness?"
"Why, are you satisfied?"
Albert elegantly wiped his saber with his cuffs, and while wiping away the blood, several speechless people fell beside him. Their bodies were all intact, and the only wound was the slender wound at the throat.
, almost invisible blood stains.
Nathaniel's expression became complicated, his eyes evasive, as if he was engaged in some kind of fierce battle.
He said, "Not enough... not enough!"
Nethanil's power was operating efficiently, and the output ether faintly touched the upper limit of the alchemy matrix, and tiny cracks spread from the edge of the soul scar.
While his power was expanding, Nathaniel also recalled the history of the Bureau of Order, countless employees who died in the line of duty, and thrilling battles...
Nathaniel said unwillingly, "If you have been planning for so long, just being on par with the devils... is not enough, it is far from enough!"
Albert jumped a few steps back lightly, avoiding the scope of Nathaniel's crazy growing sun.
He said, "Don't be impatient, Nathaniel, you haven't witnessed the end yet, have you?"
The saber swung up quickly, and Albert's ether was not abused at all. Every strand was used to the limit. Then, the complete heads fell to the ground one by one. The expressions of the Silent People were calm, just like they had never died before they died.
Didn't feel the slightest pain.
"I have been waiting for this day for decades, and all mankind has been waiting for thousands of years."
Albert chopped off the head of the speechless man in front of him, as if the section was smooth and clear, just like the medical model used in the classroom.
"You are a lucky guy. As long as you wait patiently for a while, you can get a glimpse of the ending of everything."
Albert seemed to have a mysophobia. After killing an enemy, he would subconsciously wipe the blade. He always had a signature smile on his face, making it difficult to tell whether he was giving a friendly gesture or a friendly gesture.
Treat everyone with contempt.
He is an elegant being with a classical style, just like the Albert Alfredo that Nathaniel once knew and was written into the history books.
Albert lived in a special era, which was the transition between the old era and the new era. The singing of poets was replaced by printing, and the lords were escorted out of the strict castles and hanged on the gallows in the square.
The armored knights charged across the field and were shot to pieces by machine guns.
It was a turbulent era, and Albert grew up in such an era. He had the pedantic etiquette of the old era, but also had the ideas of the new era.
"It's been a long time since I felt like this."
Albert's smile grew even louder, and he slashed a few times with precision, cutting the speechless man in front of him, who was entangled with bloodshot threads, into pieces.
In the blink of an eye, several more speechless people fell heavily to the ground. Albert still had the same relaxed and comfortable posture, but it was also clearly noticeable that his breathing was somewhat disordered.
"How are you?"
Nathaniel asked while approaching Albert. At this time, he had stopped indiscriminate bombardment during the day, and instead used the high temperature with his fists to burn out those who were in the way.
"It's okay, it's just that I haven't exercised for a long time and I'm still a little unaccustomed to it."
Albert's smile became a little bitter. Although he was the first-generation director of the Bureau of Order, in today's era, Albert's secret powers still seem a bit outdated.
Fortunately, Albert's rich combat experience will not fade due to the changes of the times. He is still the presence that made enemies fearful.
With the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword, the enemy fell apart!
"So...are you an immortal?"
Nethaniel grabbed the head of a speechless man and burned his head directly into a ball of broken ashes. The headless corpse fell heavily to the ground and was wrapped in layers of seeping granulation.
"Immortal?" Albert shook his head and responded, "Unfortunately, I am not immortal yet."
Nathaniel didn't understand, "Then how did you survive until now?"
Albert's lifespan has obviously reached the limit of the Glorious One. Logically speaking, he should be like Mamo, relying on a bunch of complicated machines to survive, but now, he is killing the enemy bravely on this battlefield, walking as fast as flying.
"Rely on the power of the evil in this world, one among all."
Albert said, looking back at the huge thing at the edge of the Pillar of King's Power.
While Nethanil and the others were fighting in the duel field, the battle among thousands of people also continued. The huge body repeatedly hit the pillar of royal power, calling out the high-pitched ether, twisting dense thunderstorms, and surrounding the building.
The surface roared past.
Countless flesh and blood shattered and fell, while countless flesh sprouts broke out of the ground.
After the transformation of the Kingdom of Slurry, the Pillar of Royal Power has now turned into a living giant. In order to further contain the Kingdom of Slurry and prevent the King of Terror from completing the coronation ceremony, thousands of people continued to attack the Pillar of Royal Power.
Launch an attack.
While the One of Ten Thousands peeled off large pieces of flesh and blood, it itself was also riddled with heavy parasitic tumors. The evil flesh and blood took root on its surface and wriggled violently deeper into the body.
The two behemoths started fighting each other in such a primitive and brutal way, causing constant vibrations and sweeping into the duel field, which only made people feel like the earth was shaking.
"The One of Ten Thousands itself does not have any powerful combat capabilities, but just like the Throat of the Abyss can open winding cracks at will, it also possesses extremely important strategic capabilities."
Albert explained, "That's storage and replication."
Nathaniel looked at Albert suspiciously, repeating the name of the one in his mouth, trying to guess some truth from this name.
"One of Ten Thousands can perfectly copy our consciousness, personality, and logical methods, and integrate this huge cluster of consciousness. It can be said that it is definitely the smartest one among the evils in this world."
Albert held the knife in both hands, turned around and slashed horizontally, sweeping down a large number of figures.
Looking out of the corner of his eyes above the crowd, he saw the figures of the past Directors of the Order Bureau still standing there, standing together with the golden sculptures.
"As for storage, it's even simpler. It's like a black box that can freeze everything. As long as you put it in the box, the changes in everything will be suspended, even time."
Nathaniel suddenly remembered his lover, the current director of the Executive Bureau. Before that, she had maintained a weak vitality in the body of the Ten Thousand Ones in this way. As for now, she should have been transferred to Fuli
The consciousness cluster of Yamen does not exist on this battlefield.
Thinking of this, Nathaniel felt inexplicably relieved.
He then asked rhetorically, "So you are hiding among thousands of people and have survived until now in this way?"
"Almost," Albert sighed, "but you can't fool the God of Death this way."
Albert exposed his arm and showed it to Nathaniel from a distance. He saw that his entire arm was rapidly decaying, the skin was shriveled, and the muscles were atrophied, like a dusty mummy.
"How can there be no price for immortality in this world? As long as I leave the One among Ten Thousands, my stationary time will speed up and return until I return to One among Ten Thousands."
Albert pierced the heart of a speechless man with a knife, frowned, grasped the handle of the knife, rotated the blade, and pulled it out of the speechless man's chest, causing a splash of blood.
At this time, Albert has gradually felt the difficulty of the battle. This is not because of his own old age, but because of the continuous slashing, the number of the Silent Ones has dropped sharply, and their own ether strength has in turn decreased.
Climbing steadily.
"Don't you think this is very interesting and fits the so-called 'jealousy'?"
Albert moved forward calmly, aiming at the King of Terror on the throne, "As long as you belong to it for a second, you will never be able to escape again in this life."
Ether lazily swayed from Albert's body, his steps became faster and faster, and his slashes became extremely sharp.
Nathaniel can feel that Albert is like an old engine. He has finished the initial warm-up and is burning fiercely and running crazily.
But no matter what, Albert is always an old engine. The more he burns, the closer he is to destruction.
Nathaniel shook his head blankly, "There are still many things I don't understand."
"Then try every means to survive," Albert cheered again, "witness it to the end!"
It was as if all the ether between heaven and earth had gathered here, and various supernatural phenomena continued one after another. Even extremely dangerous ether vortex points were created out of thin air in just a few minutes.
Storms are gathering here, rolling up dark clouds and covering up the originally bright moonlight again.
After Boluogo and Xilin killed the last Silent Man around them, the road between them and the devil was finally clear, with no more obstacles.
Under the throne in front, Hill, Beelzebub, and Mammon were confronting each other. With the surge of power, scarlet runes emerged from behind Hill. They were arranged in sequence, like an unfolding corona, exuding
The scarlet light, pollution, distorts the surrounding reality.
"How...how is this possible?"
Beelzebub's voice was pale, and until this moment, she still found it difficult to understand this complicated situation.
Four scarlet runes shone brightly, with blood-colored lightning twining around them. The devil's madness was mixed with the ether, and bundles of slender and tortuous currents swept through the surrounding air, and the ashes they touched were not burned red.
, ignited, but completely annihilated and disappeared.
Jealousy, rage, arrogance, laziness...
Hill is like the embodiment of evil in the world. His power and sin are so heavy that every time he takes a step, the ground beneath his feet will fall apart.
Mammon took a deep breath, trying hard to maintain her arrogant posture, and stared at the approaching Hill gloomily, trying to get a glimpse of the truth from his surging power.
"How did you do it?" Mammon murmured to herself, "Even if you gained the power of jealousy, you should have become like us under the influence of original sin."
As early as the moment Mammon became a devil, he realized such a cruel and desperate truth.
The devil is a slave, a slave to power.
The moment they made a deal with the aliens, the moment they became devils, their self-consciousness moved towards boundless darkness under the influence of original sin.
It feels like comparing your current self with your childhood self. That is indeed you, but the two are completely different in terms of worldview, cognitive style, etc.
It is a helpless and powerless shackles. You know that you are no longer yourself, but you don't know how to change, and you don't even have the intention to change.
Even if you mobilize all your energy to try to save everything, the moment you take action, you can't help but doubt...
By doing this, is it betraying who I am now?
Devils are such a complex group of beings, enjoying power but being restrained by it.
After years of studying the corpses of extraterrestrial visitors, Mammon is very clear that when a devil wins a dispute, obtains all authority and original sin, and becomes the leader of all evils, he still will not gain freedom in the true sense, but
Under the distortion of power, he turned into another... alien visitor.
The visitor from the outside is original sin, the beginning of all desires.
As for the devils such as Mammon, Beelzebub, and Belphegor, they were already dead as early as the day the deal was made. What survives and continues now is just the personified desire they have been given.
Personified desire…
Mammen sneered helplessly and looked at Hill with desolate eyes, "From beginning to end, we have been living in this sinful cycle with no way out, and how did you break all this?"
After thinking about all this, Mammon was no longer hostile to Hill. On the contrary, he regarded Hill as a new hope, a possibility that could free him from the influence of original sin.
Mammon's eyes were extremely fiery, but soon they extinguished again, her eyes filled with disappointment.
"It turns out it's a bet."
Mammon said softly that he had already seen Hill's essence. He was able to possess the power of the devil and was not affected by original sin simply because he made a bet with real jealousy.
It is not yet clear what the specific content of the bet is, but through this method, Hill obtained the current form, which is located in the gap between the two.
Hill said, "You look disappointed."
Mammon replied coldly, "I am indeed disappointed. Even if you win, my true blood relative will still take everything away from you, and mankind will still be completely defeated."
"But before that, you will lose completely."
"So?" Mammon spread out her hands indifferently, "You try so hard, but in the end nothing changes."
Hill fell silent. After a moment, he hit the ground hard with his scepter again. Once the collision occurred, reality trembled violently, causing certain distortion and displacement.
"Can't I win that bet?"
Listening to Hill's confident tone, Mammen was amused, "You are really a complete gambler."
Scarlet flashes surrounded Mammon, surging and bursting out. The bloody runes symbolizing Mammon's original sin slowly rose up, like a red sun, reflecting the surroundings into a tragic bright red.
Seeing Mammon releasing its power, Beelzebub on the throne also silently unfolded his evil face, two scarlet runes emerged, and thunder intertwined.
"Four versus three, it looks like I have an advantage."
Hill said, holding the scepter with both hands and slamming it to the ground.
In an instant, the cracks in the etheric realm collapsed under the feet of the three devils. They did not make any resistance and allowed themselves to fall into the etheric realm, surrounded by blue and boundless blue.
It was also at the same moment that they fell into the etheric realm that the devils showed their true forms one after another. They were heavily restrained in the material world, and only in the etheric realm could they give it a try.
The three powerful devils just disappeared on the Pillar of King Power, and their battle continued in the etheric realm. Boluogo and Xilin looked at each other, and another violent shock hit them.
The One of All is still fighting against the living Pillar of Royal Power. The thick branches of flesh and blood have firmly tied the huge One of All. The One of All has also repeatedly stirred up the powerful ether, continuing to peel off the Pillar of Royal Power.
of flesh and blood, consuming it round after round.
Beneath the Pillar of Kingly Power, the influence of the Decay Plague continues. They sicken the entire kingdom and prevent the coronation ceremony of the King of Terror. When Hill reveals his true form, the etheric realm guided by Hill overlaps, and the
Take place at the base of the Pillar of Throne.
A huge blue crack cuts off the entire scarlet land. From the top of the Pillar of Royal Power, it looks like a big crack in the Oath City Opos. It is like a huge open mouth, biting the Royal Power.
The root of the pillar, gradually incorporating it into the etheric realm.
The roaring wind and snow are spreading in all directions, just like the arrival of winter, and the pale color is rapidly spreading to the surroundings. According to this progress, in a while, the entire Pillar of Royal Power will fall into the ethereal realm.
When the Pillar of King Power is completely submerged into the etheric realm, the King of Terror, together with the core heart deep in the Pillar of King Power, will be isolated in another world, and the connection with the Kingdom of Slurry will be completely cut off.
From then on, the supreme crown will fall from the head of the King of Terror, and he will lose his absolute divinity and become a mortal who can be slaughtered at will.
"So you two figured out what's going on?"
Palmer's voice suddenly sounded from behind Boluogo and Xilin, and then he appeared out of nowhere, looking suspicious.
Xilin hesitated for a moment and shook his head, "I don't know... I felt like I was betrayed just now, but now it seems like the betrayal has come back."
After saying this, Xilin felt a logical error in his words. Normally, this kind of thing would not happen to him.
"Then do you know what to do now?"
Palmer turned to look at Burlogo, his eyes full of hope, hoping that someone could help him understand the current situation.
Boluogo rubbed his sword and ax against each other, making a loud resounding sound.
"I don't know what's going on," Bologg said, walking towards the throne, "but I know that I'm going to go on a killing spree!"
The resentful bite slashed out a stream of fire, and the bursting fire burned away the black stone throne.