Chapter 657 The Slave of Power [Thanks to Xunlings leader for adding
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In the dark cinema, Belphegor sat alone in the audience, grabbed a handful of popcorn and stuffed it into his mouth, making a crisp crunching sound, and then picked up his drink and drank it down in one gulp.
The picture on the screen was frozen at the last moment of the film, and this beautiful story finally ended.
For a moment, Belphegor actually felt a sense of powerlessness. He had not felt this way for many years. Belphegor was an omnipotent devil, one of the evil wills that dominated the world. He could move mountains and reclaim seas.
Lands and lands collapsed, but he could not prevent the ending of a story.
Belphegor became disappointed, and then he was a little angry, angry that he was actually rejected by a mortal. The twisted emotions were entangled in his mind, and in the end Belphegor suddenly laughed.
He laughed wildly and clapped vigorously. Belphegor's applause was extremely powerful. Every slap caused transparent ripples, and the entire cinema shook. The mountains of cassettes also followed.
It swayed, and sobs like ocean waves sounded in it.
After the commotion, Belphegor slumped in his chair tiredly and murmured.
"It's completely seen through."
Belpheinger remembered Irving's words that all artistic creation stems from the fear of death and the fear of being forgotten.
Not long ago, Belphegor and Bologg discussed in this theater, what if the devil also dies one day? Then will anything be left?
Nothing can be left behind. It is such a huge nothingness and a despairing silence. Even the devil will cry for it.
Irwin guessed what Belphegor was thinking. "The Endless Poems" is not so much Belphegor's beautiful pursuit of art as it is his fear of the end, so Belphegor will not allow the story to have an end.
In my eyes, the story will only continue indefinitely.
But how can a story without an ending be considered a story?
Belphegor frowned and sighed deeply. The lament spread throughout the cinema, and then there were clear footsteps. The woman dragged her red skirt and walked towards Belphegor, and then sat down next to him.
There was silence between the two for a long time, until Belphegor pretended to smile and said, "Is this considered a draw?"
Asmodeus responded coldly, "It's strange, why do you sit back and ignore it?"
This bet not only involved Asmodeus, but also Belphegor, but in the final narrative, Belphegor seemed to have given up, not interfering in any way, and just watching calmly.
Belphegor explained, "I respect artists very much and I don't want to interfere with their creation."
"I thought you would try to include him in your "Endless Verses"," Asmodeus said, "You like him very much, I can see it."
Belphegor looked up into the darkness and said, "Actually, sometimes, I don't collect deliberately. On the contrary, I enjoy it carefully."
He joked, "I'm very selfish. This beautiful story will only belong to a few people, and I don't want to share it."
Belphegor stared at Asmode closely and mocked, "It's you, why, apart from that numb joy, have you finally felt other emotional ups and downs after a long time?"
Asmodeus remained silent while Belphegor continued to laugh. There was no winner in this bet, but Belphegor still felt that he had won.
"My dear blood relative, among us, you have always been the one who retains the most humanity. Who told you to hold such authority?"
Many emotions can reach the so-called pleasure. It can be the ultimate indulgence and enjoyment, or it can be a beautiful and sacred moment. Asmodeus is trapped by this power... All devils are trapped by this power.
, they are the will of power and slaves of power.
Belphegor warned, "Human nature allows us to better understand human beings and play with their minds, but this can also become our weakness."
Belphegor also retains full humanity, otherwise he would not love artistic creation so much. This kind of paranoia caused by strength and humanity often makes the devils make slightly unreasonable choices, such as this time about poetry.
bet.
Every time he thought of this, Belphegor began to envy his other blood relative, the ever-furious Eye of Eternal Wrath. The so-called humanity in him was pitiful. He was like the incarnation of war.
What comes is a cruel and bloody storm.
But Belphegor also thought that even with such a incomplete human nature, the Eye of Eternal Wrath eventually felt tired and longed for peace.
Just like a curse, this is the paradox of the devil. The more something he controls, the more pain he feels for it. This is not only reflected in the protection of believers, but also in the devil, just like Irwin at that time.
Like muttering to himself.
The witch of pleasure seems to possess thousands of passionate emotions, but under her hot and alluring body, there is a heart that cannot feel anything. Even if there are ups and downs, it will decline quickly, and then fall into another round of emotional ups and downs.
in pursuit.
Of course, compared to all of this, the one who is truly worthy of Belphegor's envy is the most powerful one among their blood relatives. Even after thousands of years, Belphegor still can't detect the slightest bit of softness in his body.
Compared with other blood relatives, he is truly a pure devil.
"You can laugh at me all you want, Belphegor," Asmodeus said, "You know that the dispute between us, our blood relatives, is far from over."
"At this time, are you still thinking about fighting me to the death?"
Belphegor covered his face and squinted at Asmode, "Think about my proposal, Asmode, let's unite together."
Asmodeus remained silent. Nowadays, the Zongge Orchestra still has a certain power, and Belphegor has run out of ammunition and food. Now, without the alliance of the astronauts, he can be regarded as withdrawing. Asmodeus
Maud can agree to Belphegor's proposal, but she must maximize her own interests.
"I have some bad news for you."
Belphegor saw Asmodeus's hesitation, and he said directly, "After a hundred years, the power of the Night Clan has grown again."
Asmodeus looked a little surprised, as if he couldn't believe it.
Belphegor interrupted Asmodeus, "I know you want to say that they should be imprisoned forever, but the reality is like this, there are a group of night tribes who escaped... You know the speed of their expansion
, Yongye’s empire will soon make a comeback.”
"How did they break their oath?"
Asmodeus knows the power of the oath, which comes from the use of the devil's power. Under the restrictions of the oath, it is difficult for even the devil to perform operations that break the rules.
"You might as well think about who needs the Night Clan to rise again."
An elegant and arrogant figure appeared in Asmode's mind. His eyes were always looking towards nothingness, as if no one could walk into his eyes.
Belphegor had a mysterious smile on his face, "In the past disputes, he was always the winner, until mortals dragged him off the gambling table in the Dawn War. Now he is back, and you know the relationship between him and Beelzebub
, these two madmen talk a lot, and once they gather their strength, they will only burn the world to the ground."
"It's not that I love this world, but once this world falls into endless turmoil, it will weaken you and me. Just like in the past, they always win, and we can only eat what they have left.
"
Belphegor grabbed Asmo's hand and pressed it hard, "In this time of power vacuum, you should have tasted the feeling of feasting on your soul, right? Can you give up this?"
"Even...aren't you afraid of being replaced?"
Belphegor said softly, as if telling a secret, "Those humans are right, we are all slaves of power.
What is truly immortal is this eternal evil power."
The cinema fell into a deathly silence.
Asmodeus was not tempted by Belphegor's words. She asked, "Then how do you want to counterattack? You are just a parasite of the Bureau of Order. You cannot control this giant beast at all."
"His Night Clan, Beelzebub's Kogadel Empire, and other guys, do you think you have a chance of winning?"
"It's not easy for the Eye of Eternal Wrath to control itself. He won't join the war easily. Even if he joins the war, a lunatic like that will just attack us indiscriminately. As for Mammon...whoever pays the higher price will help whom
.”
Belphegor calculated the situation and talked about his own part.
"As for us, looking at it this way, we really have no chance of winning, but don't forget, we have another ally."
The weird, wet sound of scales rubbing together sounded again, and Asmodeus suddenly looked towards the back of the auditorium. Unexpectedly, a bloated body in a diving suit had already been sitting there.
Asmodeus doesn't like astronauts. In her eyes, the astronauts and that person are the same threat. The difference is that that person will not cover up what he does, but will only show his power to you straightforwardly.
The astronaut is different. He is a weaver of conspiracy. You will never know what he is doing until you roughly tear off his disguise.
Just like what Asmodeus discovered when the Holy City fell.
Even thinking about it now, she still felt horrified and angry... and then filled with desire.
The astronaut almost ended this long dispute and became the only winner in these endless years, breaking the shackles of the cage. From this point of view, it seems that he is the only one who can reverse the situation.
Asmodeus asked, "What are your chances of winning?"
"King Solomon was my last chosen one."
As he spoke, the astronaut raised his hand and made a fist. The simple movement contained a sense of power, as if he wanted to control the world.
