Bologg looked at the vast battlefield. Artillery shells fell like a torrential rain. Countless bodies rolled and fell into the trenches, and were then buried by the raised dust.
A strange, deep and weird sound came, the sound was high and low, like thunder echoing in the cracks of the valley.
Something was approaching, there were trillions of them, as numerous as an ox's feathers. Boluogo saw it. In the thick smoke, a dark cloud was quickly passing over the battlefield, like the god of death spreading the plague.
It was not a cloud, but a group of flies flapping their wings and making a low-pitched cry. They crawled all over the rotting corpses and laid eggs on the corpses. Countless white maggots crawled around on the corpses.
The soldiers hiding in the trenches wailed and waved their weapons hard to try to disperse the flies, but they were like vultures, hovering above the soldiers' heads, waiting for the moment the soldiers died. There were also some impatient flies,
The soldier was not dead yet, so he burrowed into his wound, causing heart-wrenching pain.
Like a heavy black snow, countless flies piled on top of each other, covering the ground, buzzing, as if the whole land came to life, singing the lamentation of death.
Rotten thick water and bloody water gathered at the bottom of the trench, and the mixed smell made people vomit. The soldiers wanted to escape from this ghost place, but once they stood up from the trench, they were greeted by a dense rain of bullets.
"Keep reading, you'll know soon."
Belphegor took out two folding chairs from somewhere and sat down gracefully. After sweeping away the loess under his feet, a small refrigerator was revealed, which was filled with ice-cold drinks.
"To be honest, even though I love humans, I sometimes feel afraid of humans."
Belphegor said slowly, "In the past history, no one has been able to influence our disputes, but in recent years, humans have defeated our plots time and time again, and even the Eternal Night Empire collapsed."
"Your alchemy matrix technology is developing rapidly, and more and more defenders and glorious ones are stepping onto the stage of history..."
Every breakthrough in the secret source and alchemy matrix technology will lead to a rapid advancement in extraordinary technology. This was something Boluogo deeply felt when he fought against the elders in the Wind Source Highlands.
Borogo said, "You are almost out of control of humanity."
"For the first time in so many years, my blood relatives felt a so-called sense of crisis," Belphegor said. "It was also this sense of crisis that prompted them to become more radical."
"Think about it, Boluogo, the lambs you raised have grown fangs and claws, and your farm is about to be destroyed. So what should you do?"
Boluogo took a deep breath, "Crush those restless lambs, pull out their teeth and claws, and completely destroy civilization and technology."
"So I don't know if this next dispute will determine our fate, but it must be closely related to the fate of you humans."
Belphegor showed a cruel smile to Bologg, and the remaining drink remained at the corner of his mouth, like blood dyed red.
"Do you still have any strength left? Two consecutive failures have consumed most of your strength. Otherwise, you and Asmodeus would not be so restless."
Boluogo could sense the differentiation of power among the devils, "Before this, neither you nor Asmodeus could win against other devils, right?"
"Well... maybe my blood relatives have no energy left, but the more this happens, the more dangerous they are, right?"
Belphegor continued, "If humanity is not completely defeated in this dispute, then if humanity is given a period of development, who knows what you will achieve in the exploration of the secret source and the technology of the alchemical matrix.
achievements.”
Boluogo was speechless. This was an obvious fact. Humanity continued to develop. Even if the devil could control people's hearts and send gifts, it would be difficult to restore the glory of the past under the extraordinary troops formed into an organization.
"We are like a pack of wolves that are cornered. Instead of retreating and falling off a cliff, we will go crazy and bite our enemies."
"In this case, are you still prepared to be a moderate?"
Bologger noticed the contradiction in Belphegor's words. He really could not completely trust this devil. No matter what his position was, he could not change his nature as a devil.
Belphegor did not explain, but just laughed to himself. The laughter was hoarse and oozing, as if hinting that another conspiracy of Bologg was still fermenting secretly.
"You don't love humans, Belphegor. Just like Asmodeus, you talk about being moderate and loving human artistic creations and emotions... In the final analysis, you don't really love humans."
Boluogo didn't ask too much. He didn't think he could get the answer by asking. The devil was far more cunning than he thought.
These strange beings never lie, but they never tell the whole truth either.
"Your love for humans is just like humans' love for lambs. You and we are never equal. The so-called love is just that the lamb looks cuter and can be hugged. If this lamb touches
Your interests, you will kill them without hesitation."
Boluogo analyzed calmly, "You so-called moderates stand with humanity just because it will maximize your interests.
You are afraid of human development, but you need human power to prevent you from losing completely in this great game and dispute."
Belphegor smiled and said nothing, then raised his hand and pointed to the far side of the battlefield.
"I thought you would remember this battlefield, but think about it, you are just an ordinary soldier. You only see a narrow corner, so how can you overlook the overall situation."
Following Belphegor's words, the thick smoke and dust that obscured the vision were driven away by the hurricane, and the majestic city towering above the earth was revealed out of thin air like a sculpture stripped of floating sand.
The tall walls rising from the ground withstood endless artillery fire, countless densely packed spiers were built together, and melodious chants rang out from the isolated city, easily overpowering the roar of death.
Bologg looked straight at the city, and it was only at this moment that he realized which battle he was in, a battle that he would never forget and that changed his destiny.
The Fall of the Holy City.
"You...you were also present at the time and recorded all of this."
Burlogo thought he would never find the truth about the past, but now he was surprised to find that Belphegor actually recorded it all and was immersed in it.
"I smell desire. You want to continue reading, right?"
Belphegor let out a burst of victorious laughter, his laughter was distorted and hoarse, and then he shook his head again, "Then what's the price? Bologger, everything has a price."
Boluogo stared at the city. Fireworks and steel struck the high wall, making it full of cracks and crumbling. But every time the soldiers thought they could capture the city, the high wall still stood upright, like
It's the same as being insurmountable.
The high wall is indeed insurmountable. Bologo once saw it in the abandoned land. Even though it was covered with ashes and suppressed the evil in this world, those mottled high walls still stood tall as always, rejecting everyone.
It was not easy for Boluogo to suppress his thirst for knowledge and to control his desires, but Boluogo did it. He refused, "No, I will not trade anything with you."
"Yes, you are like this, and Irwin is like this too. The more you reject the devil, the more we desire to conquer your souls."
Belphegor said confidently, "Bolog, you have already walked into the quagmire, and you will only sink deeper and deeper."
An evil smile bloomed on Belphegor's face, and he whispered in Bolog's ear, "Since you are so curious about what happened in the past, why don't you go and explore it yourself? Obviously those beautiful ruins have nothing to do with you.
So close.”
Boluogo had a straight face. He heard the devil's words and planted the seeds of sin in his heart. From this moment on, Boluogo understood that the curiosity to explore the ruins would continue to take root and sprout in his heart, and when he went
This must have helped Belphegor in some way when exploring the ruins.
The devil always does, if you refuse to trade, they will lead you with truthful lies.
"Don't be so cold-faced. Smile. The fireworks show will be rare."
As Belphegor spoke, he took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on his face. Immediately afterwards, endless light rose from the sacred city. The light was like a tower that was constantly being built. In an instant, it penetrated the sky, and the sky was covered by
Burning into a bright orange-red, the red-stained clouds suddenly collapsed, sprinkling sulfur and fire onto the world.
The heat wave that burned everything swept across the earth, evaporating the accumulated sewage and blood. The soldiers were hit by the instantaneous high temperature, their clothes turned to ashes, their flesh and blood boiled, and each corpse turned into a pillar of salt before it fell.
Boluogo stared directly at the light. The burning pain almost blinded his eyes, but he still stared at the bright light stubbornly. In the blazing heat, he noticed the madness emanating from the core of the light.
Suddenly, he vaguely saw several towering dark figures. Under the light, their figures were stretched infinitely, making them look hideous and terrifying.
