In the continuous huge earthquakes that seemed to be about to disintegrate the burning blood sac, he was wearing a golden and gorgeous crown, and he was also nearly 10,000 meters tall. He had a long black scorpion tail growing from his waist, and a pair of huge gray wings on his back, but his appearance was similar to
Abaddon, who was as beautiful as a woman, was suddenly dragged out by Mu Cang and dragged into the void area where the Hell of Pain was.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!"
Accompanied by a ferocious scream that shook the vast void, Abaddon, whose hands were bound, suddenly swung the long scorpion tail behind him and hit Mu Cang hard on the head.
Facing this attack, Mu Cang just stretched out a dark finger to hold it steady.
Then bounced back.
boom!!
In an instant, a huge force that could penetrate the stars exploded at his fingertips.
Hua Hua Hua——
The infinite light and fire roared wantonly, instantly annihilating all physical matter within billions of miles around them.
Abaddon's scorpion tail was also exploded and turned into nothingness.
But at this moment, the chaotic vortex full of jagged teeth on Mu Cang's face was spinning at an extremely fast speed, and with a "crack", Abaddon's slender arms were brutally severed including the bones, and he chewed them into pieces and swallowed them whole.
In the belly.
“It tastes good.”
Feeling the obvious increase in strength within his body, Mu Cang tilted his head and looked at Abaddon, who screamed and fled into the blood sac as fast as lightning, and smiled, "Sure enough, 'devouring' is the fastest way to become stronger."
After saying that, his head suddenly expanded a million times and turned into a giant mouth that swallowed the sky, swallowing Abaddon, half of his body still exposed, and the blurry blood sac that was about to disappear into his mouth.
Click, click, click, click!!!
After a terrifying sound of popping and chewing, Mu Cang's aura became visibly stronger.
"The walk was so fast that you actually lost half of your body."
He looked indifferently at the dark void with nothing in front of him, and said coldly, "Why can't you just stay there and let me eat you? Do you think you can protect yourself by relying on the 'blessing' of the deep pit?"
?madness."
This is not an unfounded assumption.
False gods in the usual sense are basically unable to truly perceive, control or even connect to the world they create.
That is an ability that only mythical existences have.
But Leviathan, the lord of hell who is suspected to be the 'artificial creation' behind the giant ecology, is completely different from ordinary false gods.
He obviously possesses a 'palm' ability that is comparable to that of a mythical being.
"He will not die as long as hell does not burn out" is Leviathan's iconic feature.
If we deduce this, then Abaddon and Baphomet should also have this ability.
Otherwise, how can the Pit Hell and Nightmare Hell, as the other two important 'nodes' of the giant 'ecology', shoulder the responsibility of the 'pillars' for the stable operation and continued existence of the entire 'ecology'.
"If it were an ordinary false god, perhaps swallowing ten, twenty, or thirty would not be enough for me to advance into ancient mythology."
Mu Cang slowly bent over and sat cross-legged in the void. While analyzing the broken memories extracted from half of Abaddon's body, he raised his hand to support his chin and pondered:
“The three important ‘nodes’ of Leviathan, Baphomet, and Abaddon seem to be a ‘trinity’ in a sense.
As long as I devour one and then completely devour the other, my power will grow explosively.
This can be seen from the substantial increase in strength after just swallowing half of Abaddon's body.
In this way, if I completely devour the three, I will definitely break through the level barrier and truly advance into the ancient mythology."
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile happily: "What a 'endowment' created in heaven. You are destined to be devoured by me and become the scenery on my growth path."
At this time, the fragmented memories extracted from half of Abaddon's body were also analyzed by Mu Cang.
From these scattered and disorganized information, he obtained a lot of important 'things'.
One of them is that this Abaddon is indeed the same as Leviathan, a being that is closely linked to the hell where he lives and almost lives and dies together.
Not only that, this demon that appears in the world in the form of a human female can also use the power of the pit of hell to suddenly increase its combat power by dozens or hundreds of times.
But unlike the painful hell, which mainly absorbs painful emotions, this pit hell is more greedy and purer.
The purpose is to plunder as much flesh and soul as possible, because these two are not only the "oil" for the operation and growth of the pit hell, but also the "placenta" for the gestation and birth of the angry demon clan.
It is also because of this that the Pit Hell is also the 'force' that maintains the greatest malice and destruction to millions of people, except Uriel and Elder Ouroboros.
For countless thousands of years, it is impossible to know how many human worlds have been destroyed by their hands, and how many lives have been lost by their hands.
"After what he experienced just now, Abaddon must not dare to enter the painful hell in a short time, so he will not be able to use this place as a springboard to enter the world of millions."
Mu Cang slowly bent over and sat cross-legged in the void, holding his chin in his hands and thinking, "But she and the pit of hell she is in are so thirsty for souls and flesh and blood, so they can only rely on... the dark contract."
The Dark Contract is another method for Abaddon to interfere in the human world besides direct invasion.
Although the amount of flesh, blood and soul that can be obtained through this method is far less than direct invasion, it is extremely convenient and quick.
It can range from dozens to hundreds of people, to tens of thousands, or even tens of millions. No matter how many or few humans are captured and killed, it is always a 'harvest' to the Pit Hell.
Because only by chance, the Pit Hell dispatched a small team composed of dozens, hundreds or even more demons during the battle with the Painful Hell, and narrowly avoided the monk army.
After layers of sieges, if you are lucky enough to invade a certain human world, you will have the opportunity to enjoy the 'buffet'.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! So most of the time, Pit Hell mainly relies on the dark contract to 'live'.
And these contracts are also 'things' deliberately left behind by the demonic squads that have invaded the human world in the past, in order to attract some individuals in the human race, such as avengers, careerists, folklorists, scientists, etc., driven by various purposes.
Summon them.
This is also a kind of sustainable development.
At the same time, the Phantom Clan, human extraordinary beings, and the Night Walkers of the Moon Tribe also knew and learned more than one evil spell to summon raging demons through years of deliberate practice in the Pit Hell.
As long as these groups summon the raging demon, it doesn't matter to the Pit Hell whether they want to use it to kill and conquer, whether they want to enslave the demon in a bad way, or even want to use him for experiments, or whatever.
As long as the Dark Contract is spread as much as possible, it will always be beneficial to the Pit Hell on a macro level and conducive to its development and growth.
"I need to enter a certain human world, find a dark contract, or learn an evil summoning spell, use it as a springboard to enter the raging hell, and then find Abaddon... and eat her."
Thinking like this, Mu Cang's huge body, which was about 10,000 meters high, gradually blurred and disappeared, spiraled back, and suddenly turned into a dark, dense cyclone.
Huhuhu——
The cyclone collapsed, and suddenly, in the vast void, he transformed into a Chinese young man about twenty years old, handsome in appearance but as pale as a ghost, with a strong body but a sinister temperament.
This is Mu Cang who transformed into a human form.
"Um……"
He slowly opened his eyes, with a cold light shining in his indifferent eyes, "Let me see how many mourning boxes are still running, and...how many unlucky people have opened the boxes."
After saying that, Mu Cang concentrated on sensing the mourning boxes that existed among thousands of human beings.
Suddenly, the surrounding sky and black dome turned into dots of 'starlight' in his 'vision'.
Each star point represents a mourning box.
If it is bright and permanent, it means it is in a state of silence.
If it flashes violently, it means someone has opened the box, and the 'coordinates' can be established to open the Manhai passage.
But if the starlight is dim, it means that the box has been damaged or has lost its effectiveness and cannot be used.
It was only after this reaction that he discovered that ninety-nine percent of the 'stars' had become dim.
It should be noted that due to countless years of hard work in the pain hell, there are a large number of mourning boxes in the world of millions of people.
There are more or less boxes in every human room.
There may be a few, or there may be dozens, or there may be hundreds or even thousands.
Calculating roughly, there are about 100 million mourning boxes scattered among so many people.
This means...that only one hundred thousand boxes are still in operation, and all other mourning boxes have lost their effectiveness and become useless boxes.
"Well, is it because Leviathan, the God of Pain, was completely refined by me, causing the giant 'ecology' to lose nodes, thus affecting the overall operating structure?"
Mu Cang frowned slightly, "It seems that we need to fight quickly and not waste too much time."
After thinking about it, he looked at the sparse "stars" and began to look for the twinkling "star points".
"Twenty-four star points are flashing violently, which means that at the same time, there are twenty-four mourning boxes opened by humans in different parallel universes and solar systems."
"hehe."
After letting out a chuckle, Mu Cang leisurely looked at the twinkling bright 'stars' and said, "Order the troops, the generals, and fight on horseback. Who will you identify..."
As he said that, his finger pointed at a ‘splendid star’:
"That's who."
…
The Earth of a certain parallel universe.
In an old-fashioned bar in Queens, XX City, North America.
All the guests had been cleared away, and dozens of tall, round-waisted black men stood or sat with serious expressions, listening to the lectures of the fat old black man in front of them.
"Shit!"
The old black man cursed angrily, "How dare those damn white ghosts from Fake come to my territory to cause trouble!"
He looked at the strong black man with a scorpion tattoo on the left side of his neck and asked in a rough voice: "Lyder, have you pried open that white guy's mouth? What's his background?"
Leder's dark face moved and he smiled jokingly: "After I peeled off the tattoo on his back and poured two bottles of whiskey on it, the white ghost said everything."
"Hey, Man! You are so creative. I even wonder if you graduated from Harvard." The old black man looked at him in surprise.
"Ohyeah, Dad, you guessed it right, I am a doctor of human body science!" Ryder rubbed his nose and bumped his crotch shaft while laughing obscenely.
"Fake, you should really become a comedian! Hahahahaha!"
After hearing what the black man with scorpion tattoos said, the black man immediately burst into laughter, and the other black men in the bar also laughed wildly.
The old black man smiled and frowned, then put his head towards Leder and sniffed vigorously. Then his nose immediately trembled three times and he couldn't help but sneeze.
"Thank you for your generous gift!"
The black father rubbed his nose and glared angrily at Leder, who had a confused look on his face, and cursed, "How much Gucci perfume have you sprayed on? You look like you just crawled out of a urinal in Amsterdam's red light district."
Same! I remember that you have damn yellow blood, right? Your body odor is not that strong, right?"
"Uh, Boss..."
Leder chuckled and scratched his cheek, "Actually, before I came to the meeting, I skinned someone, and it smelled like blood. I'm sorry I didn't have time to take a shower."
"Fine."
The old black man breathed out, shook his head and continued, "Don't go off on a fucking tangent. Tell me, where did that son of a bitch come from?"
"Aha." Ryder raised his eyebrows proudly and smiled, then he took out a cigar box from the bag next to him with two fingers and placed it on the bar.
Patta——
When he opened the box, there was no cigar inside, but four ragged fingers with wet blood on them.
There is an English letter tattooed on the back of each finger, and the combination is:
"Fire!"
The black dad glared and said, "It's those sick-brained bastards from Hellfire!"
"Those guys are all crazy cultists."
He rubbed the stubble on his chin and asked, "Aren't they doing fraud on the West Coast? Why are they here?"
Immediately, the old black man looked at Ryder and said: "I remember... Hellfire has never been involved in the 'drug' business, so why would he send a few white ghosts to Queens to sell goods?"
"Well, it seems that the purpose of these neurotic guys is not to sell goods. They seem to want to use 'drugs' to trick a few drug addicts into participating in some of their 'god-summoning rituals.'"
Leder scratched his bald head, "I smoothed that white guy's upper gums before he said it."
"Fake, do you think I will believe this? Are you going all this way just to find someone to participate in some fucking ritual? Don't fucking fool me!"
The black father bared his teeth and said fiercely, "There are no gods, ghosts, or other bullshit in this world. These guys must have ulterior motives!"
"But no matter how much I torture him, that guy can't tell anything new, and..."
Leder shrugged and said regretfully, "I forgot to stop his bleeding. Well, he's already dead."
"Shit! I take back what I just said, you are an idiot who didn't even graduate from high school!"
"You're really right this time." Ryder replied with a playful smile. The scorpion tattoo trembled and looked extremely ugly.
"correct."
He seemed to have remembered something, reached out again, took out a tan music box from his travel bag, placed it casually on the bar, and said:
"The 'God Summoning Ceremony' mentioned by that white ghost is a bit funny. There is no need to recite poems or worship. You only need to twist the bottom of the music box three times to complete it. Well, maybe Jesus will be summoned, hehehe."
"Jesus? Huh, what's so trustworthy about a guy who will die if you hammer in three nails?"
The black dad sneered, "If you really want to believe it, you might as well believe it for '50 Cents.' At least he was shot nine times and didn't die."
Forget it, let’s talk about other things.”
As he said that, he casually took the music box into his hand, grabbed the bottom, and twisted it three times.
