However, no matter how much he hated Xue Hua, it was useless. At this moment, he had to fight for the last chance for himself and his family.
If he dies in the Purgatory Fortress, then his other tribesmen in Chaos Purgatory will lose all protection and eventually die completely in a very short period of time.
Even if he manages to escape and come back alive, he will no longer be trusted by any demon king or god after screwing up his last chance.
Both of these endings are unacceptable to him. Therefore, for the future of him and his family, he must take his own life and give it a try!
If he fails, of course, nothing will matter. He will become an inconspicuous one among the corpses on the ground beside the gate of hell, and the Spencer family, like a candle in the wind, will also be blown away by the rain and wind.
If it is done, there is still a glimmer of hope and a way to survive. As long as that adult is willing to help, the Purgatory Fortress will not be captured so easily.
They will be able to hold on until the arrival of the Demon God's reinforcements, and eventually drive the monsters and human legions outside the city back behind their defense lines.
At that time, he will become the biggest hero in this battle, and his family can also use this to regain the trust of the devil and get back everything that was lost before!
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but get a little excited. He made a wrong step and accidentally stepped forward a little further!
This mistake frightened him so much that he became as stiff as stone, and the cold sweat on his forehead flowed like rain.
It wasn't until after a while that he found that he was still alive, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, slowly stood up straight, and carefully stretched his numb muscles, with a look of luck on his face.
Here, he must be extra careful, otherwise there will be no chance of regret.
The ruthless nature of that adult is no joke. As long as he dares to touch the bottom line, he will never have a second chance to breathe.
But now that he has arrived, he is definitely not unprepared.
After all, the Spencer family once stood at the top of the Evil Contractor family. Even if it has declined to a ridiculous extent now, the secrets and information about the major demons and demon kings they hold are not comparable to that of other Evil Contractors.
One of these secrets is about the "King of Despair-Lakanos".
According to legend, the King of Despair was born from the burning embers in the deepest part of the Fear Volcano. It absorbed the wails and despair emitted by the endless souls in the Fear Volcano, and also absorbed the terrifying aura emitted by Diavolo, the King of Fear, for countless years.
It is born out of the despair of the sufferers and is an enemy of hope and everything that allows the desperate to see a glimmer of hope.
When fear reaches the extreme, despair will be born; when despair reaches its peak, madness will be born.
Lakanos is the purest streak of madness in despair. It symbolizes the deepest black streak in the depths of hell, and also represents the madness in which desperate people lose all their minds.
Nothing can move the King of Despair, just as nothing can drive away despair.
But only one thing.
If you can convince Rakanos to keep you alive before it brings you despair, you can make it do more to create more despair.
Then it might let you go temporarily.
But remember, never have hope, because when there is any spark in your heart that you think you can escape from despair, Rakanos will extinguish it without hesitation.
Completely extinguished.
So now he needs to look for the King of Despair with a dying heart, and cannot cross that line, otherwise the responsibilities entrusted to it by the King of Fear will make Rakanos have to kill him.
He continued to move forward slowly, feeling that his whole body was about to be soaked with cold sweat.
The endless fear and the despair caused by forced hypnosis made him begin to have near-death hallucinations. He realized that if he continued like this, he might scare himself to death before he could see the King of Despair.
However, just as he was trying to speed up his pace, he suddenly stopped when the body of a Winged Demon not far away was chopped into two pieces.
This miserable guy seems to have a golden-level demon in front of him. It relies on its natural ability to fly and wants to break through the defense of the King of Despair?
Simply whimsical!
He walked over slowly wearing a black cloak, stood next to the corpse and sneered.
The death of this winged demon looks even more tragic from here. Its upper body seemed not to be dead after being severed, and it actually continued to crawl forward for a short distance.
This caused its intestines and internal organs to be dragged all over the floor, and the blood that had begun to dry out mixed with the red and white on the ground to create a painting called "misery".
In the end, its head was also chopped off. It seemed that it had climbed too far, which made Lakanos feel unhappy...
The black cloak of the Spencer family stood next to the severed lower body of the Winged Demon. He looked around and found some black hills that were difficult to see clearly piled around.
He wasn't quite sure what these things piled together were - the blood that filled the place had formed a bright red mist, lingering around it.
But he could smell a strong smell of rust and sulfur... Demons would release a large amount of sulfur gas when their bodies decomposed after death.
But the Purgatory Fortress itself is a piece of demonic land, and the Gate of Hell is directly connected to Chaos Purgatory.
The smell of sulfur has always been strong in this place, so this proves nothing.
However, no matter what, he did not dare to move forward. Seeing the corpse proved that he was very close to the invisible "line".
Even if he moves forward even a millimeter, he is afraid that he will become a replica of the winged demon on the ground...
He began to work hard to brew up feelings of despair, immersing his spirit in the tragic memories of the Spencer family in the past two years.
This brewing method was very effective, because he soon began to feel an almost uncontrollable sadness welling up from the bottom of his heart.
There is no way out, all outcomes are bad.
Hope closed its door, leaving only pain to accompany him.
He knelt on the ground and cried loudly and hoarsely, just like a condemned prisoner who was about to be beheaded and stretched his head under the executioner's knife.
"Kill me! Kill me!!!"
He howled in pain, hoping someone would give him a good time.
"I can't live anymore! This is too hard! I can't do it!!"
Suddenly, a bloody gust of wind tore through the red mist and appeared silently in front of the black cloak. The gust of wind slowly dissipated, and a huge humanoid black shadow five meters high appeared in front of him.
This figure wore armor and a cloak as dark as night, exuding an aura of despair that penetrated the human heart. Its head was more like a skinless shark head, and its forehead protruded forward, forming a sharp horn.
Behind its head, there is a long bone whip connected to it. The bone whip has sharp joints like knives and axes, and each joint is stained with blood.
Yet the figure's most memorable feature is its hands.
Those were not a pair of hands, but a pair of huge butcher knives growing directly from the ends of the arms! (To be continued)