Endless Debt

Since that distant eternity, the cowardly child made a wish to the devil in the dark night. He had had enough of cold and hunger, and suffered from suffering. The God of Death was lingering around him, and in bursts of laughter, he took the cold sickle. against his throat.

In the abyss of despair, the child prayed devoutly for the gift of eternal life, cut his palms with a silverware, and dedicated his blood, soul, and even all his descendants for the rest of his life to the dark existence.

Blood and darkness merged into one, turning into an endless stream flowing through bloody eras and years.

Until today.

Sere's pupils dilated slightly, staring in disbelief at the dark figure that was approaching. In the history of the Night Clan, that proud devil almost never appeared in front of them, and even the Night King rarely witnessed him with his own eyes. The presence.

Sere had thought about finding this devil. Just like Bologo tried to redeem his soul, he also naively wanted to end this immortal curse in another way.

Not to be found, Sere couldn't find any trace of him.

Perhaps just like the original sin that a man carries, he is an extremely arrogant existence. He disdains talking to any mortal being, even his most perfect creation, the Night Tribe.

But... are the Night Clan really the perfect creation for men? Judging from his arrogant attitude, the Night Clan, which seeks immortality and continues with blood, should be an extremely dirty and ugly thing.

Sere didn't know clearly, but he knew that the man's existence had become an unsolved mystery, so that for the Night Clan, that taboo story was no longer considered a history of origin, but more like an ancient legend.

Now, legend and reality overlap, and the story becomes a cruel reality.

Sere's heart beat faster, and the thumping sound sounded clearly from under his chest. He felt that his blood, which had been cold due to the curse, was gradually heating up at this moment, and was about to burn his body to ashes from the inside. .

"Ha ha……"

Sere opened his mouth, he wanted to say something, but when he reached his mouth, the words turned into meaningless breathing.

His body started to tremble again. Sere tried to break the stiff posture, but he still couldn't move until he felt that he was about to break his body.

Sai Zong said, "Calm down, Sere, we haven't needed you yet."

Serei's heart trembled, and the rage in his eyes was extinguished. Being too attached to something would only make him lose his mind. Serei tried hard to control his emotions and keep his mind clear.

"Sere?" The man looked at Sere and said, "I remember this name. His eldest son was also the culprit of the destruction of the Eternal Night Empire."

Eyes as bright as the starry sky met Serei's, and Serei's calmed down mentality once again fell into waves. Just the moment they looked at each other, he felt that he was deeply trapped in the starry sky in the man's eyes, as deep and boundless as if Souls will fall into it and be torn into pieces by the twisted gravity.

"Since the beginning of this dispute game, I have been winning. Even if I suffer setbacks, I have never suffered a defeat like that." The man's voice gradually became stern, "This is all thanks to you, Cere Valery Si.”

Invisible pressure completely enveloped Sere. The atmospheric pressure around him seemed to have suddenly increased several times. His whole body was evenly bearing the increasing strength, like an orange being squeezed tightly, with fresh juice squeezed out. Juice, only the rotten torso remains.

This is far beyond the repressive power of the bloodline with the Night King, but comes from the power of original sin, the essence of all evil and madness.

Big drops of sweat broke out from Sere's forehead, he clenched his teeth, and blood seeped out from the corners of his mouth.

"Serre has nothing to do with you anymore."

Sai Zong said and stood in front of Serei, blocking the line of sight between the two with his scarred figure. The man could no longer see Serei, and Serei also escaped from the man's gaze.

In an instant, Sere was freed from the heavy pressure. His whole body felt inexplicably weak, and he knelt down straight, holding his hands on the ground.

After the Dawn War, Sere had a short and thrilling period. Many debtors suddenly appeared and launched an endless pursuit of Sere. Most of them were killed by Sere, but some still survived. , and harassed Sere endlessly.

Sere knew why these people came. His betrayal destroyed the largest force under the Sin of Pride in one fell swoop, and also caused him to fall far behind in the game of dispute with the devil.

These are the debtors of the Sin of Pride, and they seek to cut off their heads in order to please the Sin of Pride in exchange for his favor and favor.

Later, Sere was invited by Sai Zong and joined the Undead Club. Under the protection of the Sin of Wrath, his life finally calmed down. No debtors came to bother him anymore... There might be some, but they all died. In the trash can outside the club.

"It's irrelevant? How could it be irrelevant? He has the blood of the Villeless family flowing in his body, and he bears my sins," the man said. "The connection between me and him goes far beyond the bondage of blood... He He is my debtor."

"But he is under my protection," Sezon shot back forcefully. "He is a member of the Club of the Undead."

The man seemed to laugh, and the faint laughter echoed around, like a ghost whispering.

"Don't be nervous, Sai Zong," the man took another step forward, "It would be too rude if I became furious because he destroyed the Eternal Night Empire."

The man's answer was as expected by Sere. He was a sin of arrogance, a condescending bastard. He would not lower his stature to argue with Sere. From the beginning to the end, he only had Sai Zong in his eyes. This was barely consistent with him. The existence of peers.

It's really a mixture of emotions. On the one hand, I'm glad that this arrogant guy really has no interest in me, but on the other hand, because I'm not even qualified to be included in his field of vision, I'm like a rat on the roadside, feeling resentful in my heart.

Sere hated this kind of person and wanted to step on his delicate clothes and smash his beautiful face.

It's a pity that Sere can't even knock down a man. He even needs Sai Zong's protection for his own survival.

The pain lingered in his mind, and sweat mixed with blood dripped down. Sere blinked. Amidst the severe headache and hallucination, he found that he was no longer leaning on the gray earth covered with dust and crystal fragments, but a place covered with dust and crystal fragments. The vast ice field of snow dust, the cold touch spread from the palm of my hand.

Sere raised his head, and the crazy and bloody battlefield disappeared. What appeared in front of him was a cold and desolate picture.

There is no crazy world, no crazy monsters, no loud noises, just a silent ice field, covered by thick snow dust, as if frozen in an eternal moment.

There are no traces of life on the surface of the ice field, only ice and snow. You can vaguely see blurry figures frozen in the ice. Looking farther away, the ice field extends to the endless distance, connecting with the surrounding nothingness. It is deep and blue, revealing a blazing white light, like the hazy light coming from the deep sea.

Sere stood up in confusion. As early as Boluogo's mouth, Sere had heard about the wonders here and had many fantasies about it. But now it seems that the picture woven by the chaotic thoughts is not the same as the real one. Compared with reality, it is too simple.

The high concentration of ether overwhelmed reality. As the overlapping area continued to expand, Sere not only saw the endless ice fields, but also scattered ruins and corpses around him. Only the ruins of the high wall remained, and the pile of corpses in the Butcher's Pit. Still shocking.

Not far away, the palace of the royal city stood tall, but as if a god was wielding a hundred-meter-long giant sword, and as if the space was being cut and torn, the buildings neatly collapsed and became dislocated and deformed.

The Origin Tower is located in the center of the abnormal chaos, and the fireworks are burning continuously, like a huge torch.

With the two realms overlapping, most of the royal city has been dragged into the ether realm, and the overlapping range is still expanding, as if the entire Land of Eternal Night is being included in this void.

Suddenly, Sere became confused.

The man was confronting Sai Zong, and no one knew whether the two would fight next. In this etheric realm, the devils are no longer restricted by the material realm. Their power must be earth-shattering. Sere doubts whether he can survive it.

However, Sere did not dwell too much on these matters, but looked around the Ether Realm. Such a magnificent and mysterious area was rare even for the undead.

Sere laughed inexplicably. This was a bit inappropriate, but he couldn't control it. He remembered what Aisha said to him a long time ago.

At that time, the two of them were in a theater. A group of young guys were playing with complex machines on the stage. The theater darkened, and a hazy light spit out from the machines and hit the curtain.

In the black and white scene, a train rushed towards us silently.

The audience was frightened, and even Sere panicked. After a burst of exclamations, the theater became bright again, and the young people introduced the machine and what had just been presented.

Some people accepted this new thing with trepidation, and some people shouted witchcraft. In the noise, Elsa came back to her senses, she hugged her arms and laughed.

She said, "As long as you live long, you will always see something new and exciting."

Aisha is right. As long as you live long, you can witness the changes of the times and witness the miracles created one by one.

Later, Sere learned that this novel thing was called a movie, but when he stepped into the cinema again, Aisha was no longer beside him.

Every moment in the etheric realm seems so eternal, and every second seems to tell an ancient and distant story. Here, the concept of time seems to have lost its meaning, and only the cold air flows silently.

There was a dazzling light shining in a more distant place. It was blocked by the rolled up snow dust and the buildings of the royal city. Sere couldn't see clearly what the radiant thing was, but it reminded him of the morning sun rising.

"Let's put Sere's matter aside for now."

The man's words dragged Sere's thoughts back to reality. As he spoke, he took another step forward, but at this moment, terrifying power bloomed out of thin air in front of his eyes, and invisible blades stood around the man.

The murderous intent was overwhelming, and the man had no doubt that if he came even half an inch closer, he would be struck like a gust of wind and rain.

"I've always hated Samuel. He was a complete monster and couldn't communicate with words."

The man raised his hands slightly and stepped back with his feet hanging in the air. He said disappointedly, "I thought you were different from him."

"I just think there's no need to talk about anything else," Sai Zong said unceremoniously. "The situation has become very clear. It's just life and death between you and me."

The man shook his head and didn't understand, "Why bother? You are like this, Belphegor is like this too..."

The bright stars spread in his eyes, and the man asked with doubt, "What exactly did Leviathan promise to you?"

Because of the original sin of self-arrogance, men are independent from the world, avoid everyone's eyes, and are surrounded by mystery and unknown. However, Leviathan does not have such original sin, but like men, he has been out of sight of the devils for a long time. middle.

As the dispute progressed, the man had noticed the problem of Leviathan, but he could not find Leviathan, and naturally a series of plans against Leviathan could not be implemented.

Saizon confessed, "Eternal peace."

The world seemed silent for a second.

They are devils, supreme devils. In their eyes, power and wealth are as insignificant as the sand at their feet, and they are easily accessible. Men feel that Sai Zong should act for something greater.

For example... becoming the king of devils and the leader of all evils.

"That's it?" The man didn't understand. "Is there anything worth pursuing for this kind of thing?"

Sai Zong has no interest in men at all. "A slave like you will naturally not understand my pursuit. Even if I explain it to you, it will be in vain."

"Slave?" Sai Zong laughed angrily at the man, "You said I am a slave..."

Sai Zong suddenly interrupted the man, "Do you think you really have free will?"

"You, Samuel, Belphegor, Mammon, all of you, all the devils, do you really naively think that you have free will?"

Sai Zong frowned and said with fierce eyes, "No, you are slaves, completely slaves bound by original sin."

"Everything you say and do is affected by your own original sin, which makes you paranoid and has traces to follow. In this case, aren't you still considered slaves?"

The man fell silent. He wanted to retort, but was speechless.

Sai Zong took the initiative and continued to attack the man, "Look, this is it. Original sin gives you supreme power, but also gives you a fatal weakness."

"You clearly know that the Land of Eternal Night will be attacked by the Bureau of Order, but because of your own arrogance, you are unwilling to cooperate with other devils and only allow part of their power to intervene in the war."

Sai Zong thought that there would be a difficult war waiting for him, and that he might be attacked by several demons at the same time, but in fact, the only enemy here was the man himself.

Mammon and Beelzebub did not come here in person, but only provided a large amount of support to the disobedient royal court. Sai Zongcai should have suggested that they send the main force to come in person, but most of them were rejected by the arrogant men.

Original sin confers strength, but also fatal weakness.

Every devil knows this, but they have no way to overcome it. Their free will is affected at will, just like a strong man unable to lift himself, trapped in a swamp.

Sai Zong said firmly, "You are strong because of original sin, but you will also be defeated because of original sin."

The man looked squarely at Sai Zong, no longer seeing him as a powerful person in power, but as his own blood relative and being of the same rank.

"What about you? Sai Zong, aren't you a slave?"

He questions their souls, if they still have souls.

"I?"

Sai Zong's fanatical mood was suddenly interrupted for a moment, like a fierce firework extinguished by cold water.

He lowered his head slightly, as if recalling the past, and whispered, "Of course, I am also a slave."

"But I'm different from you."

Sai Zong raised his head, and the extinguished fireworks ignited again, "I am not a slave of original sin."

Sin of Rage: Samuel was tired of meaningless killings. In order to seek peace, he chose to separate his self-awareness from power and authority. Therefore, when Samuel's consciousness fell into sleep, he also carried the influence of original sin. They fell into a deep sleep together.

As Samuel's debtor, chosen one, and the only eternal champion, Sai Zong carries the authority of Samuel's power and collects most of the Sin weapons with Samuel's power, further integrating this supreme power. strength.

From this moment on, the pair of masters and servants, Samuel and Sethon, have successfully divided the power of the devil. Sethon will have the power of rage and will not be disturbed by the paranoia of original sin.

Sai Zong has no weaknesses, at least his weaknesses will not be as obvious as the original sin, which can be seen through at a glance.

As if being affected by Sai Zong's words, the man remembered the past, remembering the transaction with the aliens when he was still a human.

"We are all slaves, no matter how high or low we are, there will always be something that binds us."

The man stepped forward and entered Sai Zong's restricted area. Brutal power was instantly injected into his body, but it was like sinking into an abyss without causing any ripples.

"Since you are not a slave of original sin, then who is your real master?"

Sai Zong laughed dismissively at the man's question.

"That's a stupid question."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man's dark figure turned into a deep door, and the stinking tar overflowed from the dark door, pouring like a waterfall, boiling with evil and twisted power.

Sometimes they are tumbling, sometimes twisting, like playing a cold evil song. It is a kind of heart-stopping distortion, an unspeakable evil, and daunting.

A strong sense of nausea emerged from Sere's heart. The tar seemed to be the physical embodiment of all the evil in the world. Just looking at it made his senses severely distorted.

When they were about to reach Sere, the tar was blocked by Sai Zong's restricted area and flowed past his side, making a hissing corrosive sound.

"What are you waiting for? Sai Zong, let us solve the problem completely."

The man's body was lifted high by the accumulated tar, and the original human posture completely disappeared, leaving only the pair of bright pupils still embedded in the distorted mud.

"What the hell, is this going to be a war with the devil? Is this really okay?"

Sere resisted the discomfort of vomiting and came behind Sai Zong. In Sere's knowledge, there has never been an example of fighting with the devil. To be precise, in the eyes of many debtors, there is no such thing as fighting with the devil. this option.

These transcendent beings, regardless of original sin, maintain an absolutely supreme attitude and never directly interfere with the world.

Oh, this is not the earthly world, but the ethereal world.

No matter how ignorant and slow Sere is, he realizes that in this etheric realm, the devils no longer have to endure the restrictions, and their power will be released to the fullest extent.

Sure enough, as long as you live long enough, anything serious can happen to you.

Serei could only look at Sai Zong expectantly. In this situation, even the powerful Glory Ones were only a number of losses. The only one who could turn the tide of the battle was Sai Zong, who existed on an equal footing with men.

Suddenly, sticky sounds continued to sound, as if some sticky substance was flowing and stirring, and then Sere saw it.

Those corpses that fell into the etheric realm due to the collapse of reality were covered in pitch-black tar. These evil and viscous liquids seemed to have vitality, and were slowly getting through their wounds, mouths, noses, ears and eyes.

The corpses that were supposed to be dead shook violently, like the struggle of a drowning person, until they actually stood up again, and the fragmented bodies were forcibly pieced together by the tar, turning into grotesque distortions, and the streaks What flowed out of the fatal wound was no longer bright red blood, but dark and deep tar.

Sere was about to vomit.

These corpses were given new life, and their movements were stiff and mechanical, like ghosts emerging from hell, swaying forward with steps like the march of the dead, just wandering blindly.

The bodies were covered by the sticky tar, like pieces of thick black armor, and their faces could no longer be distinguished. The Night Clan, the Heartless, the Blood People, all the corpses involved were all affected at this moment. The devil's summons were then connected together to form a terrifying and deformed whole.

"Saizong...what is this?"

Serei looked at the slowly rising figure, his voice trembling.

He had activated his secret power to further destroy the controlled corpses, but the moment the clusters of crystals separated, they were quickly corrupted by tar, and even the surging ether disappeared as if they were thrown into nothingness.

It was a strange entity that was difficult to identify, as if it were a monster coming out of the abyss of hell. Countless corpses were cut up and dismantled, and countless arms were stuck with tar. Each hand was holding a variety of weapons. Similarly, tar It also held up countless feet, which were like twisted branches, strong and ugly.

Thousands of hands and feet, thousands of eyes and heads.

"Nothing, just a manifestation of the devil's evil nature."

At this time, Sai Zong actually had the intention to joke with Serei, "Do you want to see mine?"

As he spoke, dark liquid oozed from the corners of his mouth and scratched his skin, making a sharp corrosive sound.

Sere held his breath, thinking that his confrontation with the Night King was the climax of the day, but now it seems that this is not even an appetizer.

Sai Zong said, "Sere, go play your role?"

Sere was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the approaching monster. It was as huge as a hill. It didn't need those limbs to attack. Just the erosion of tar was enough to kill most lives.

Tragic sounds of fighting came from all directions, and Sere suddenly realized that the tar was not only rolling in front of his eyes, but also spreading in all directions. At this moment, more and more corpses were standing up again, and they were also dragged into the ethereal world. The undead fight endlessly.

Sere knew that every one of the members of the Undead Club was a heinous villain, even himself. But when he thought about how these guys had just woken up from their long sleep, they were sent to this desperate battlefield by Sai Zong. Fighting, you can't help but feel sympathy for their bad fate.

"okay, I get it."

Serei took a deep breath. The atmosphere had reached this level. He knew that he could not avoid it, not to mention that Sai Zong was still supervising the battle.

Something has gone on for too long, and it's time to put an end to it all.

Sere crossed Sai Zong and walked towards the behemoth with extremely determined eyes. At this time, his heart was unexpectedly quiet, and he didn't think about any messy things, not even Aisha or Olivia.

Sai Zong grabbed Serei and asked doubtfully, "What are you going to do?"

"What to do?" Sere looked even more confused and pointed at the monster, "Of course, kill that bastard!"

This time Sai Zong was stunned, with an expression of laughter on his face, "No, Sere, I'm not referring to it."

"Ah? What is that!"

Sere was about to scream. He wanted to complain to Sai Zong and tell him how much courage he needed to take this step.

He was ready to sacrifice himself.

"There," Sai Zong looked at the burning Origin Tower and said calmly, "That's where you should go, isn't it?"

Sere followed his line of sight and looked towards the Origin Tower. The firelight was reflected in his eyes, like a sun rising in his eyes.

There were Bologger and Olivia, the ritual of dispelling the dark Iron Curtain, and his father, the Night King.

Sere asked seriously, "Can you?"

Sai Zong said, "Of course, the battle between devils is far more complicated and dangerous than you think."

"Can I see you again after this?"

Sere looked at Sai Zong with great worry. Sai Zong said that he was a devil, but in fact he was just the chosen one who had stolen the power of the devil. As the war progressed, he was being harassed by rounds of rage. Maybe this battle After that, Samuel will completely wake up in Sai Zong's body, and by then, Sere will no longer be able to see this funny guy who likes to pretend to be animals.

After getting along for so many years, even if Sere is a heinous bastard, he will inevitably have some feelings for him.

Sai Zong patted Serei's shoulder lightly, "Instead of worrying about me, you might as well worry about yourself. Can you beat him?"

Serei and Sai Zong looked at each other. After a few seconds, Serei changed from the bitter and vengeful man back to the familiar bartender. He combed his scattered long hair back and deliberately teased He raised his eyebrows.

"That's for sure. Now that we're here, if we don't chop off his head, it won't be in vain."

Sai Zong likes the current Sere. This absurd look immediately reminds him of the past in the Undead Club, both bad and good.

"Take this with you, Sere, and consider it my blessing."

Sai Zong said, tearing off the index finger of his left hand. The flesh and blood quickly peeled off, revealing the smooth phalanges, and threw it at Sere.

Sere grabbed the finger bone, and after it was separated from Sai Zong's body, the finger bone stretched and deformed, turning into a carefully polished bone dagger. The blade was slender and sharp, showing the pale color of the bone.

This was a source of sin weapon, and Sere realized this the moment he grasped it.

Looking at Sai Zong at this time, his severed finger was not healed, and what was flowing out was not blood, but the same stinking tar.

Sai Zong smiled and said goodbye to Sere, "Now you are his champion too."

The protection from the rage was given to Sere, and he ran towards the Origin Tower without looking back, his figure gradually disappearing between gray and black.

Most farewells in life are like this. There are no deep words or solemn ceremonies. They are just a few words and end in an understatement. It is not until many years later, when you look back on this scene again, that you I realize that this unexpected moment is the end.

Seeing that Serei had left the dangerous area, Sai Zong turned his eyes to the bulging behemoth again. Under the deformed shadow, the man's figure appeared. While looking at Sai Zong, he walked towards the outskirts of the royal city. go.

The man stepped through the ruins, "It's interesting to say that not only did you avoid the impact of original sin on you by dividing consciousness and authority, but also because you hold authority, you can directly use the power of the devil as the chosen one. Fight us."

"The so-called chosen ones were only born to avoid the restrictions on devils in the material world. Now that we are in the etheric world, such rules no longer apply."

Sai Zong followed the man closely and walked out of the ruins of the royal city with him.

"Not applicable, but our oath is still there, isn't it?" The man said softly, "The failure of the chosen one will represent the failure of the devil... Your special identity gives you the power to sweep away other chosen ones in the material world. , but this is the etheric realm, I am no longer restricted by the material realm, and your advantage will also become a disadvantage."

The man stopped, "If you lose here, it means Samuel has lost."

"I know, but I'm not the only chosen one in the Aether."

Sai Zong said, and the Origin Tower in the distance once again made an explosion sound. Under the blessing of the majestic ether in the etheric world, the flames were endless.

"As long as the Night King dies, you will also fail."

The man's voice paused and said firmly, "I will not fail."

"But you have failed before," Sai Zong said with a smile, "You were still failed by that guy just now... Do you know what that bastard did at night? Pole dancing, the sin of arrogance, and you were actually punished by this Guy frustrated.”

Over the long years, Sai Zong was not just playing animals. He watched people's daily conversations and learned many extremely ironic words.

The man said no more, and the huge thing behind him moved slowly. As it moved, many undead people were directly submerged in it, making no sound.

This was his demonstration to Sai Zong, who waved his hand. The surrounding ruins stirred, and then a figure surrounded by thorns was pulled out.

It was York. He had just planned to launch an attack on Sere, but he was absolutely suppressed by Sai Zong. In the face of real authority, York had only the fragments of power to obey.

Looking at this dilapidated figure, Sai Zong felt deeply sorry.

The thick thorns completely unfolded, revealing York's bloody face. Under Sai Zong's guidance, the rage that had tortured him for countless days and nights finally subsided, and a little clarity emerged from his cloudy eyes.

York looked at Sai Zong blankly. His mind was already broken, and his current reaction was just a glimpse of the power of rage.

"I'm sorry for putting you through too much."

Sai Zong hugged York and also hugged the Thorn-bound Painlock.

The manic and bloodthirsty thorns completely calmed down, and York's broken heart also calmed down.

Like a flashback, York's eyes became a little brighter in the calm, as if his mind had briefly crawled out of the abyss of despair.

"Fa...what happened?"

York asked blankly, and then, surging memories rushed to his face. Scenes of the killing atrocities in the Butcher's Pit flashed back before his eyes, and countless broken faces filled York's vision.

Scarlet tears burst from York's eyes, and his body convulsed violently due to pain. If Sai Zong hadn't restricted his power, he might have committed suicide at the first moment of the nightmare in order to get relief from this despair.

"It's nothing, it's just a dream," Sai Zong comforted York, "It's just a dream."

"Yeah?"

York seemed to really believe Sai Zong's words, and his ferocious face actually became somewhat peaceful.

"Yes, York, you are a kind person. You have stuck to your creed from beginning to end. You may have made many mistakes, but the mistakes themselves can be made up for."

Sai Zong put his hand into York's broken rib cage and grabbed his heart, which was entangled with countless thorns.

"Now, I give you eternal peace."

After saying that, Sai Zong crushed York's heart and pulled countless thorns out of his chest.

York's eyes and expression were frozen in that peaceful moment. He looked into the deep void, helplessly falling to the earth, broken into countless fragments, and swallowed by the surging tar.

Sai Zong lowered his head, and the thorns gradually lost their activity, gathered back one after another, and finally turned into a seed, filling the vacant index finger of Sai Zong.

"He is also a Night Tribe, my debtor," the man recognized York's identity and mocked, "Your Undead Club is really a trash can. Do you accept everyone?"

Sai Zong ignored the man's sarcasm and said expressionlessly, "Look at this world, what have we done."

Looking in all directions, more and more buildings appeared in the etheric realm. They were dragged into it as the overlapping points expanded, and more and more figures appeared. They completely ignored the changes in the environment and moved in the vastness. Running on the ice field, colliding with the enemy's sword.

"What has the world become like, does it have anything to do with me," the man wondered, "What does it have to do with you? We are devils, Sai Zong, the supreme existence. Everything here is just a resource to be harvested. That’s all.”

The man paused and then said, "No, you are not us. You are not a real devil, you are just a fake."

Sai Zong is indeed not a real devil. He is just a product of clever division. Even if he has the power of the devil, he cannot fully exert the power of the devil like Samuel.

After all, power and price are the same. Sai Zong only has authority, but does not grasp the essence of bone marrow-original sin.

The man mocked, "A fake like you can't defeat me."

"What if?" Sai Zong also clearly knew that he was a fake, but he was not depressed by it. "Maybe I can knock you down by betting all my chips?"

"Then just give it a try, fake."

Sai Zong was silent for a moment, and after a long time he said quietly, "Among human beings, there is such a concept of the Supreme Being, you should know about it, right?"

"certainly."

"This concept is very similar to what you and the devils think. It just replaces the identity of the ultimate condenser with the king of devils."

Sai Zong sat down on the ruins. The next step was obviously a life-and-death fight, but he was not nervous at all. He also thought deeply uncharacteristically, "Those people use the so-called evolution to justify themselves, but you use the supremacy of the devil's essence as your excuse." Justify yourself.”

"Samuel and I, in fact, even now, we still have difficulty fully understanding this idea," Sai Zong laughed at himself. "Maybe it's because I haven't evolved completely enough, or maybe it's because we have been killing for a long time. I don’t have time to think about this kind of thing at all, maybe my thinking is too backward and I am a low-level guy.”

"But I don't hate this despicability. It is this despicability that constantly reminds me that I was not this terrible person in the beginning."

Sai Zong recalled, his voice was very soft, as if he was telling a story that no one knew, or explaining his fading dream.

"In the beginning, I was not a warrior, a champion, a debtor, or a chosen one... I was just an ordinary child. My name is Sai Zong..."

In the eyes of all those who are familiar with Sai Zong, Sai Zong has always been a man of unsmiling words and indifferent emotions. Unlike Boluogo, who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, Sai Zong is pure cold, freezing everything from the inside out. Blood.

Maybe...maybe Sai Zong was once a sentimental person, but no matter how complex his emotions were, they had long been numbed by thousands of years of battles, and no matter how soft his heart was, it had been polished as hard as rough iron. .

In this way, a living person becomes a weapon without blood or tears.

Until today.

Until this day.

Hot tears suddenly flowed out of Sai Zong's eyes. They were crystal clear, not foul-smelling tar.

The cold and hard expression as cold as winter was melted by tears, the emotions that had been numb for a long time gradually became stronger, and the shriveled and shriveled heart began to grow blood and flesh again, beating vividly until it broke through the shackles.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Sai Zong shed tears and laughed at the same time. Sadness and joy blended together. This emotion was so strong and bright that even his pale body was reflected in it.

Stretching out his hands, Sai Zong seemed to want to hug something, but failed. Then he hugged himself hard, curling up as if to become a hard cocoon.

"Samuel, my monarch, my general, and my best friend, I have sworn to you to bring you eternal peace. However, I am not sure whether what I have done can really make you happy." The mind is at peace..."

"But I think...I think that day will come anyway."

Sai Zong stood up. He seemed to be looking directly at the man, or looking into the vast nothingness.

"Yes, that day will come."

Sai Zong laughed sincerely while talking to himself.

"One day, we will all be redeemed."

Sai Zong affirmed extremely firmly.

"One day!"

The cluster of swords tore Sai Zong's smile apart. He was like a broken container that could no longer contain the power in his body. The cracked wounds and limb sections were filled with sharp thorns and jagged edges, and countless twisted... The sword slashed and rotated inside his body, and the fierce and sharp sound and sparks resonated with the elegy.

Even if he does not possess the essential original sin, Sai Zong has staked everything on him at this moment.

The Origin Sin Armed Forces pieced together the authority of the Wrathful Sin, and Sai Zong dedicated his body, will, soul, everything, everything to his Lord to fight this final battle.

Sinful bodies rise from the ground, and terrifying violence spreads across the entire area. It is the essence of weapons, the embodiment of war, and the ultimate existence that gathers the power of the devil.

Disasters in this world and eternal battles.

The swords all over the sky cut off and fragmented the thousands of hands and feet.