Endless Debt

The once majestic Chifeng had long been twisted into a broken appearance after continuous battles. The earth cracked into terrible scars, filled with countless corpses. The mountain could no longer support the heavy weight and collapsed into the ground inch by inch. In the endless darkness, the sound of liquid rolling could be heard faintly.

A moment later, hysterical wails came from the darkness, and dense figures rushed out of the cracks like ants, like upwelling scarlet springs, showing taboos and horror.

On the broken earth, before the solidified lightning, the third seat swung the two swords in his hands steadily, like a solemn sculpture, calmly and accurately slicing throats and chopping skulls.

Originally, Blogo had cut off the blood river here and prevented the earth from turning into flesh and blood. However, as Beelzebub launched the Kingdom of Solidification, the interrupted blood river burst out from the core heart of the Pillar of Kingship, and the sticky blood torrents cleared the blocked river channel, making this place once again covered by the Kingdom of Solidification.

At this point, the flesh and blood creatures that should have died stood up again, roaring and roaring, and rushed towards the only living creature within several kilometers, the Third Seat.

After many days of continuous high-intensity fighting, the Third Seat's body and spirit have reached their limits. The proud Silver Knights were also destroyed by the flesh and blood creatures in repeated fights. Even the Third Seat's own armor is now full of cracks and gaps, and the deformed flesh hidden in it helplessly oozes sticky and smelly body fluids.

"Ha...ha..."

A hoarse and heavy breathing sound came from under the damaged breastplate. In the crack, a bloodshot eye looked at the scarlet outside world.

Another flesh-and-blood creature pounced on him. It was like a beast without fur, covered in blood, swinging its sharp claws like a slashing sword.

Under the continuous impact of the tide of blood and flesh, this group of flesh-and-blood creatures had already discovered the fatigue of the third seat. They were like a pack of wolves surrounding their prey, constantly consuming the third seat's strength until he bit off his throat in a trance.

The third seat took a step back. Although his movements were a bit clumsy and slow, he just happened to avoid the attack of the flesh-and-blood creatures, neither too early nor too late.

He swung the long sword full of cracks in his hand and pierced the throat of the flesh-and-blood creature. The ether surged along the sword, completely shattering the body of the flesh-and-blood creature, turning it into a sticky blood foam.

One flesh and blood creature fell, and more flesh and blood creatures swarmed in. In order to avoid being surrounded, the third seat could only fight and retreat. One flesh and blood creature after another fell in front of him, and the cracks on his sword blade became more and more numerous. His own ether reserves also became increasingly thin with each slash.

Few defenders were forced into such a desperate situation. The continuous tide of flesh and blood continued to consume the ether of the third seat. If it continued to consume in this state, the third seat would not be able to hold on for long and would be completely knocked down by these flesh and blood creatures.

"Damn..."

A vague curse sounded from under the breastplate, and a strong stinging sensation came from the third seat's body. He knew very well what the source of this pain was.

This was the precursor to the exhaustion of ether.

As the ether in the body was exhausted, each forced drive of the alchemical matrix would try to absorb ether from the outside world, and this tough ether conversion process would put a huge load on the body and the alchemical matrix.

Scarlet blood beads rushed towards him, and the sticky forbidden blood penetrated the defense of ether and armor. They dripped into the breastplate along the cracks of the metal and came into contact with the deformed body of the third seat.

Before, the ether defense built by the third seat was enough to block the blood, but as his own state reached the limit, the third seat could hardly muster the energy to carry out this thorough defense.

Blood flowed through the body of the third seat, and hideous tumors grew wildly from the surface of the flesh and blood, pressing the body and internal organs of the third seat. The swollen flesh squeezed the breastplate and bulged, cracks were everywhere, and granulations drilled out of the cracks like weeds.

A vague wail sounded, and the third seat became extremely strenuous even in etherization due to the exhaustion of ether. While enduring the corrosion of the flesh and blood plague, another group of flesh and blood creatures rushed over head-on. The third seat swung the broken sword and chopped them down on the head.

After the sharp sound of the sword, several broken bodies fell beside the third seat. Only half of the sword blade in his hand was left. In the shaky blow, the broken sword blade was embedded in the twisted flesh and blood body.

"Ha...ha..."

The third seat's breathing became heavier. The growing tumor squeezed his already imperfect lungs. Every breath required all his strength.

Throwing away the broken sword in his hand, the third seat leaned on the sword of immovability, raised his hand to pry open the broken breastplate on his chest, and opened the crack little by little until a large piece of armor was completely opened, stained with sticky liquid, and thrown aside.

A chill swept through the third seat's mind, and saw that the upper half of the breastplate of the armor was opened, and thus the third seat's deformed body was exposed for the most part. His head squeezed by flesh and blood barely poked out, opened his bloodshot eyes, and looked at the vast scarlet in front of him.

Another deep breathing sound sounded.

Without the restraint of the breastplate, the third seat felt much more comfortable, at least breathing was not so laborious. He looked aside with difficulty and saw that his deformed body had grown another piece of flesh buds under the influence of the blood and flesh plague. They were slowly wriggling and absorbing the blood of the third seat.

The immovable sword slashed down, and after a burst of unbearable pain, most of the flesh buds were removed, but soon, they grew again, deeply piercing into the flesh of the third seat, like a group of crazy swaying anemones.

The third seat was a little dazed, and he knew that if he wanted to survive, he had to leave here.

For a defender, escaping from the siege of the blood and flesh tide is not a difficult thing. As long as he leaves this place and eases his depleted ether a little, he can become etheric again and resist the corrosion of the blood and flesh plague...

Yes, as long as the third seat leaves here, this terrible injury will not kill him.

But...but...

The third seat drove the armor wrapped around him, slowly grabbed his body, and looked at the solidified lightning not far away. The anchor of the real world was still embedded in the gap between the two worlds, forcibly connecting the worlds that should not overlap.

Once he left this place, the third seat knew that the blood and flesh tide would definitely destroy the anchor of the real world and cut off the connection between the two worlds... The third seat didn't know what kind of reinforcements would come later, or what kind of powerful reinforcements would be needed to solve the current crisis of world destruction?

But the third seat knew that this was the task given to him by Xilin, so he had to stick to it until the last moment, no matter what.

With a crisp metallic sound, the third seat removed another piece of armor on his chest, exposing his deformed body completely to the air.

This feeling was not good for the third seat. It had nothing to do with safety, but the third seat was not used to being exposed to the world so directly.

Born deformed, he had been hiding since he was a child, hiding under cloaks, behind curtains, and hiding under armor.

Now, the Third Seat no longer hides his twisted body, and just shows it. He raises the Immovable Sword, and with the mirror-like blade, he looks at his ugly body, and then looks at the flesh and blood creatures that are constantly approaching.

"It seems that I am no different from you, equally ugly and terrifying."

The Third Seat clenched the Immovable Sword, took a posture to meet the enemy, and stood in front of the solidified lightning. He murmured, "No, we are different. I have a soul and faith."

The flesh and blood tide swarmed in, and in an instant, the Third Seat was submerged in the blood-colored tide and disappeared.

Suddenly, a touch of silver bloomed between the scarlet, and then the manic ether accompanied by the sword force forcibly split a vacuum in the blood-colored torrent, cutting off the progress of the flesh and blood creatures.

The figure of the third seat emerged from the flying blood foam. The originally silver-white armor had been stained with an indelible scarlet. Dense blood-colored hairs hung on the armor, biting the metal together. Even the deformed body of the third seat was also corroded by the blood plague.

But the third seat seemed to be insensitive to pain. He didn't care about his corroded body, but called on the ether further, forcibly plundering the power around him.

The ether violently poured into his alchemical matrix, and fine cracks appeared in the alchemical matrix. Then, the third seat burned the remaining ether and swung a terrifying sword, tearing the torrent into pieces and blocking them outside the defense line.

The vague and hoarse voice roared wildly, and it was difficult to tell what he was saying. It might be some curse words, some inspiring words, or simply an emotional catharsis, mocking the incompetence of the god of death.

Slash, slash, and slash repeatedly!

The sticky flesh and blood penetrated into the gaps of the armor, like the growth of rust, and forcibly stuck to the joints of the arms. Then, like a spider web, they completely entangled the armor of the third seat, tied up his legs, and made him unable to move.

The light of ether was released from the bloodshot pupils. The third seat decisively detonated the only remaining ether in his body, and with absolute extraordinary power, he forcibly shook open the flesh and blood around him. Like a fatal shock wave passing by, all the flesh and blood in the path fell apart and turned into broken blood foam.

With this self-sacrificing blow, the third seat successfully swept away the flesh and blood around him and created a piece of pure land.

The flesh and blood rolled and came back.

No matter how strong and tenacious the will of the Third Seat is, all things will still reach their ultimate limit. Under continuous corrosion and erosion by the ether, the armor wrapped around the Third Seat let out a wail, and the solid metal broke into pieces, turning into fragments and powder on the ground.

The Third Seat fell to the ground. He stretched out his slender and thin hands with difficulty and crawled on the ground with difficulty. As for his feet, they had long been degenerated into two lumps of meat that were in the way due to congenital deformities, not to mention that under the corrosion of the flesh plague, the entire lower body of the Third Seat was wrapped in twisted granulations.

He did not think about solving his own flesh plague, but used all the ether to kill the enemy. Now his armor was broken, and his deformed body was like a large worm, moving on the ground with difficulty.

His slender hands grasped the sword of immobility with difficulty.

The surrounding flesh and blood creatures came closer again. They made sharp howling sounds, which did not sound like threats or intimidation, but rather like they were mocking the Third Seat... just like those people before.

There was an inexplicable anger in the third seat's heart. It was not anger at his deformed body or the ridicule in his eyes, nor was it anger at the coming of death.

He was just angry at himself, blaming himself for not being able to hold on to the anchor in the real world.

The third seat grabbed the Immovable Sword with all his strength, used the remaining ether to control the heavy blade, tried to carry it, and continued to kill the enemy, but in the end the rock-like sword fell to the ground. There was a crisp sound on the ground.

At the same time, the third seat itself fell with it.

The crazy growth of flesh sprouts completely wrapped his thin and deformed body, turning it into a crazily shaking mass of flesh and blood. The flesh and blood creations strode forward, and the vast blood covered everything in the field of vision.

In the last blurry consciousness of the third seat, he felt a heartbreaking pain, but soon the pain disappeared, and instead he felt a relaxed and comfortable feeling, like lying flat on a soft big bed...

"What a blessing."

Pale words echoed in the ever-fuzzy consciousness.

Few people know that the third Xi has a small wish in his heart, that is, to lie in bed and sleep comfortably like a normal person.

This wish may sound too ordinary to be true, but for the third seat, it is an unattainable dream.

The third seat's body was born with a congenital deformity, and his spine was curved in a huge arc. He could not lie flat on the bed like ordinary people, and could only curl up like an ugly caterpillar.

Apparently, this is death.

It is unimaginable that death is such a gentle thing. The fatigue all over the body is eliminated, and even the heaviness of the deformed body is also dissipated. The third seat feels that his soul breaks away from the shackles of the body, and steadily Stretching.

The third seat heard someone say something to him.

It was a vague conversation. The third person couldn't understand what the other party was saying, but he instinctively felt the friendliness and loftiness of the other party, and subconsciously understood that the other party wanted to make a certain deal with him.

The third seat almost lost the ability to think, but with instinctive perception and recognition from his soul, he agreed to the unknown and mysterious existence.

The other party also agreed to him.

At the end of his life, like a flashback, the third person slowly opened his eyes.

He saw a gleam of bright gold emerging from the cracks in the real anchor bit by bit. It was so huge and spectacular that it did not require any attack methods. Just the leaked ether was enough to set off rounds of fatal impacts. , destroying the flesh and blood creations on the earth one after another.

The slender tentacles mixed with gold and flesh rolled up the third seat's body from the sea of ​​blood. The third seat could feel that his body was rapidly decaying, and his consciousness seemed to have passed through some kind of boundary and became It becomes increasingly blurry, and its own soul is compressed and refined in the process.

In the end, the deformed body of the third seat disintegrated and collapsed in mid-air, completely turning into a ball of gray dust and dissipating in the wind. The tentacles scattered from the huge thing rolled up a cloud of dust from the dust. A crystal clear philosopher's stone is recycled into the dazzling golden color.

In the echo of consciousness, the third seat saw a hazy white light. There were countless figures waiting for him at the end of the light, and they welcomed him to join.

The third seat followed them in a horde.

…

At the top of the Pillar of Royal Power, in the final duel arena, as Beelzebub fully operated the Kingdom of Coal, the earth turned into flesh and blood, swallowing thousands of people. They were wrapped in eggs of flesh and blood, and the philosophers were forcibly condensed. The stone is then transported to this heart through the underground blood river, like the blood vessels throughout the empire.

In the rising evil power, the power of the King of Terror has reached the limit of the Glorious One, and he strides forward towards the Crowned One.

Both Boluogo and Xilin felt this huge change, but fortunately, it took a certain amount of time for the Kingdom of Gel to convert the philosopher's stones and transfer their power to the King of Terror. Therefore, today's King of Terror He is just at the end of the glorious ones and has not yet become the true crowned one.

"Interrupt this ceremony!"

Xilin roared at Boluogo, and pierced the secret sword forward. In an instant, the speechless ones blocking the road were chopped into pieces of broken limbs.

They fell down one by one, but stood up one after another. Scarlet threads stretched out from the broken limbs, stitching the broken bodies back together.

This is the power that originally belonged to Beelzebub, but now it is exerted on the chosen ones of Mammon. Xilin's heart sank. This means that the two devils have truly formed an alliance. In order to win this final dispute , they are even willing to open their strength to each other.

Boluogo on one side responded to Xilin with manic ether bombardment. Compared with Xilin's rough and dazzling fighting style, Boluogo fought like a sharp dagger, and he couldn't do anything shocking. formation, but each blow is deadly enough to make it difficult for the enemy to parry.

The blazing fire attached to the resentful bite, and when it split the armor and flesh and blood of the Silent Ones, the sudden fire also burned their bodies, preventing the resurrection of their flesh and blood from the source.

The infinite sharpness of the secret energy is given to the saw axe, and every saw-tooth blade that is split exudes sharp edges. When it cuts through flesh and blood and chops bones and muscles, it is also accompanied by their own alchemical matrix. Biting them together destroyed their extraordinary characteristics.

The bodies beside Blogo piled up like a mountain, and he swung his sword tirelessly, as if he was swimming upstream in a torrent, and soon a bloody road gathered under his feet.

But as Blogo and Xilin killed wantonly, they gradually felt a strong resistance rising slowly, blocking their progress from all directions and preventing them from reaching the throne.

"Don't fight with the Silent Ones anymore!"

Blogo shouted to Xilin, "Their power is gathering little by little, and when they die to the last person, that last person will also have the power of the crowned one!"

Compared with the King of Terror and Slaughter, Blogo felt that the truly terrifying opponent was the Silent One. He did not need the huge system of the Kingdom of Solidification and thousands of philosopher stones. As long as the individual was reduced to the last person, he could obtain the supreme power by enjoying the ether pool alone.

Now, every death of a Silent One is invisibly strengthening the entire group of Silent Ones.

"You said these ghost things can also break through and become the crowned ones?"

Xilin glanced at the resurrected Silent Ones. After being entangled and wrapped in blood, countless remains were spliced ​​into a huge deformed and weird meat ball. Then, this meat ball collapsed into a fine meat paste under the compression of Xilin's field.

"It's really difficult."

Xilin's face was gloomy. He thought that this last battle would be difficult, but he never thought it would be so tricky.

The power of control ruthlessly twisted the ground under his feet. The marble shattered layer by layer, supporting Xilin's body, like a tower rising from the ground, rushing out directly from the encirclement of the Silent Ones.

Xilin's figure rose high, and before he could take any action, a series of ether shocks mixed with lightning broke out from the Silent Ones below. The chaotic explosion occupied most of the night sky, and countless pieces of rubble fell down like cannonballs, hitting the ground.

The etheric reaction of the Glory One emerged from the smoke and dust, and then several secret swords pierced through the dust and pierced the King of Terror on the throne. At the same time, the Scarlet Cross bloomed from above the throne, and Xilin appeared from the light, holding the Core Flame Sword tightly, and slashed at the King of Terror on the head.

The ether was excited and collided with each other. The heavy energy ripples swept across the duel field like a materialized shock wave.

In the dazzling light, Xilin was above the King of Terror, and the Core Flame Sword was burning like a welding torch running at full power. Under the blade, the King of Terror raised his head stiffly. Under the golden mask were a pair of lifeless and empty eyes, as if there was an invisible barrier protecting him. No matter how sharp the blade was, it was always difficult to fall even a little bit.

"Are you really obsessed with killing him?" Beelzebub smiled and stretched out his hand, gently pressing on the tip of the Core Flame Sword, "Kill your own...father."

"He is not my father," Xilin grabbed another secret sword and slashed at the invisible barrier, "My father died on that day."

The metal sound trembled, and the secret sword was obviously unable to bear Xilin's power, and it was difficult to break through this invisible barrier. The blade shattered and flew in the slash, flashing sparks and disappearing in the darkness.

Beelzebub laughed even louder, mocking mercilessly, "Even if you can kill him, what? He is just a puppet of mine."

Dark tar emerged in her eyes, like a rolling dark abyss, sucking countless souls watching.

"Facing me, the culprit, what can you do?"

Beelzebub was high above, mocking wantonly.

Xilin's eyes were red, and the field was compressed to the limit. The terrifying force collapsed from all directions. The two ethers clashed together, and a series of dense electric currents burst out, flashing and twisting continuously.

The dazzling light was connected together, so that a spherical electric cage was formed to completely wrap up the figure of the King of Terror.

In the electric cage, the figure of the King of Terror stood still. He was not affected at all, and even had the strength to fight back against Xilin.

The ether was majestic and surging, and a powerful repulsive force stretched Xilin's field. Once, Xilin's method was enough to annihilate all powerful enemies into dust, but this time he couldn't even suppress the King of Terror.

The field was forcibly broken by the supreme power, and the electric cage quickly spread in all directions, sweeping over Xilin's body, and the strong ether impact shook him off from the air.

The Silent Ones below were already ready to launch the ether and tear Xilin's figure apart, but then the Scarlet Cross erupted, taking Xilin's figure into it and disappearing. At the same time, a sharp howl came from behind the Silent Ones.

Blogo stepped forward, threw the Saw Axe, turned it into a deadly chain blade, and violently swept a huge arc. Within the range, countless figures were broken.

In the blood flying, Blogo did not feel the pleasure of killing the enemy at all. On the contrary, he noticed the further increase in the concentration of ether around him and the step-by-step increase in the power of the Silent Ones.

In the center of the duel arena, the Scarlet Cross appeared again, and Xilin walked out of it in a panic, his eyes full of blood, revealing a hysterical madness.

Blogo looked up at Beelzebub and the King of Terror and Slaughter who were high above him. Not far away, Mammon looked at him with a smile.

It seems that this is no longer a revenge war initiated by Blogo and Xilin, but a trap woven by the devil.

“It’s really ironic, isn’t it?” Mammon said loudly, “You came here with such a fierce momentum, but found that you couldn’t shake our power at all.”

Mammon said with extreme humiliation, "How pitiful..."

The piercing scream shattered Mammon's remaining voice. First, several high-speed rotating daggers fell from the sky, brushed Mammon's body surface, cut his skin and clothes, and sank deep into the ground.

There was no blood on the blade, but a turbid and sticky tar.

Mammon's laughter stopped abruptly. He raised his hand woodenly and touched his cheek. His hand was full of black tar, and his face was divided into several pieces by the sharp blade.

"Asshole!"

A hoarse voice sounded from the broken face. Mammon cursed and looked to one side. At the same time, the sound of sonic boom came from the side he was looking at.

The skirts of the wind bloomed wantonly among the speechless people. One by one, the figures fell apart under the impact of the green airflow, as if they were chopped by thousands of blades in an instant, and experienced thousands of years of wind erosion in an instant.

While Blogo and Xilin were killing people, Palmer was also carefully planning his assassination, but this time his target was different from his previous opponents.

A devil.

Palmer didn't know if he could kill the devil, or whether the devil would really die? But he knew that he had to do something. Instead of dying in obscurity, he might as well throw stones at the devil.

The rapier, wrapped in the exploding ether, pierced Mammon's heart like a comet. The two figures overlapped, and then the ether storm swept across the field.

The violent howling wind temporarily took away everyone's hearing. Groups of speechless people were overturned by the wind. Some fell to the ground, and some were thrown out of the duel field directly, falling from the pillar of kingship, and fell into a bit of dirty blood on the distant ground.

Beelzebub narrowed his eyes and looked at the core of the storm. The green ether glow accompanied the gust of wind and completely enveloped the place. He could only vaguely judge the situation inside through the ether reaction.

The evil and crazy breath grew wildly. In an instant, the thousands of surging air currents seemed to be dominated by the supreme will. They stopped and dissipated one after another. The horrific storm that emerged disappeared in a few seconds, just like the accumulated storm and rainstorm broke, and the sky was clear.

In the pure land where the air currents were swept away, Mammon's figure still stood, but this time his body was shattered, like a piece of steel that had been hammered thousands of times, crooked, like some kind of deformed creation.

It looked extremely tragic, but in fact it had no effect on Mammon.

No matter how fast and sharp Palmer's sword was, he could only hurt Mammon's carrier in the mortal world. Even if he had the ability to erase Mammon, at most he could only destroy this projection.

The real figures of the devils were still in the etheric realm, which could not be doubted or offended.

Seeing Mammon like this, Palmer knew that his assassination had failed. He decisively evacuated Mammon's side, and the ether surged and burst, commanding thousands of air currents, speeding up his own speed to the limit, and leaving the battlefield quickly like a flying bird.

But Palmer was still a step slower.

Mammon glared at the fleeing Palmer. He thought about being injured by Xilin and being killed by Bolog, but he never thought that he would be attacked by Palmer.

In the eyes of the devils, mortals are indeed a group of cowardly and powerless beings, but even among such beings, there are a few characters that they can admire, and only such characters can win the respect of the devils.

Obviously, Palmer has always been a second-rate guy in the eyes of the devils, let alone respect. Being injured by a guy like Palmer is simply a shame.

The Pillar of Kingship vibrated strangely, and huge scarlet tentacles stretched out from the building. As early as the expansion of the Slurry Kingdom, the Pillar of Kingship had been completely fleshed, turning into a super-large flesh-and-blood creature with a mixture of metal and bricks and a building structure.

"Palmer!"

Berogo shouted Palmer's name, and the power of control gathered and stimulated. He tried to stop the hundred-meter-long tentacles, but at this time the Silent Ones launched a fierce attack on Berogo, and even Xilin, who had just escaped, was once again surrounded and surrounded by countless powerful enemies.

At present, these Silent Ones still do not have the power to kill the two, but they are just like the flesh-and-blood creatures, countless, and even if you want to kill them all, it will be a very difficult task.

Palmer heard Berogo's warning, and he also sensed Mammon's murderous intention, so he rushed out of the duel field, relying on the advantage of his own secret power, and rushed up in the sky, while the huge tentacles followed Palmer closely, unwilling to let him go.

Palmer took a deep breath, mobilized the secret energy in his body, and prepared to meet this unprecedented challenge. His figure turned quickly in the sky, and swung out a dense wind blade net at lightning speed, trying to cut off the huge and terrifying tentacles.

The moment the buzzing wind blade group was about to come into contact with the tentacles, the tentacles burst strangely, splitting into two, two into four, and within just a few seconds, the tentacles burst and decomposed into a dense blood net.

Hundreds of millions of scarlet silk threads were surging and chasing in the air, like a dense flock of birds, blocking and hunting Palmer from all directions.

Palmer was shocked. He found that his counterattack did not have the expected effect. On the contrary, his attack seemed to only accelerate the division and proliferation of the tentacles. No matter how he swung the wind blades, it only made more tentacles burst and form a denser blood net.

The ether continued to burn, and Palmer leaped higher, with scarlet blood following him all the way. When Palmer passed through another dark cloud, the dense scarlet had completely surrounded him.

A deep sound came from the Pillar of Kingship, as if this super-large flesh and blood creature was laughing at Palmer's powerless struggle. Compared with this huge scale, Palmer was like a fragile mosquito.

"It's over..."

Palmer murmured. In this final battlefield, even the undead could hardly survive, let alone an unlucky guy like him.

Several scarlet blood threads attacked first, and the wind blade cut off a few of them, but there were still a few that crossed Palmer's defense line and easily pierced his flesh and blood.

The sharp pain made Palmer's consciousness clear a little. If it were someone else, he would have accepted his fate by now, but Palmer was different. He still wanted to gamble.

Grabbing the lucky dice hanging on his wrist, Palmer shouted, "It's all up to you!"

Ether was injected into the lucky dice, and each side flickered with light, but this crisis was still too fatal. Before the result of the points appeared, the scarlet curtain quickly closed, completely covering Palmer's figure.

The fierce wind in the dark clouds returned to silence.

In the duel field inside the Pillar of Kingship, Blogo had broken through the encirclement of the Silent Ones, stepping on one cyclone after another and struggling upward. He tried to support Palmer, but saw the scarlet in the night sky gathered into a ball, and the sound of flesh and blood tearing came back to his ears clearly.

After a moment, warm blood fell from the dark clouds and hit Blogo's face, making it wet.

Blogo was stunned in midair, feeling unreal, but the next second, a terrifying ether strength far beyond the rank of defender came from the night sky, interrupting Blogo's thoughts, and then a bright white light illuminated the entire dark cloud.

It was as if a burning meteor exploded in midair, and at the same time, the scattered strong light set off the huge shadow emerging from the sea of ​​clouds. Looking at the projected shadow, Blogo felt suffocated inexplicably, and it was hard to imagine what it would be.

The melodious whale cry came from the sea of ​​clouds, and the shadow suddenly collapsed downwards, breaking through the sea of ​​clouds and swooping towards the earth.

Because of its own ether strength beyond imagination, reality was distorted wherever it went, lightning and thunder accompanied it, and cold wind and snow followed.

In the distorted aurora, Blogo saw it.

It was an extremely huge whale made of gold, steel, and flesh. The metal blades behind it were 100 meters long and swayed slowly. The ether it swallowed and exhaled gathered into a dazzling stream of light, forcibly pushing it forward.

On the platform of the whale's head, countless golden sculptures stood. In front of them, Palmer was trembling and lying on the ground, looking at Nathanir and the guys beside Nathanir who looked familiar but couldn't remember their names with a confused look on his face.

Palmer swallowed his saliva and asked Nathanir, "What is this?"

Without waiting for Nathanir to answer, the masked figures said, "The Upside-Down Hall."

Then, another one said, "Group One."

Another person said, "Decision-making Room."

Someone else said, "The crowd."

Suddenly, they all fell silent and looked at the man standing in the center. He walked towards Palmer and smiled kindly.

Palmer felt that he looked familiar, and then he remembered the man's name and identity from his poor memory.

The blood in his body seemed to have cooled a little. Palmer stood there like a sculpture, watching the man pass him and walk to the forefront. He was high above, looking down at the pillar of royal power standing abruptly on the bloody ground.

"Devils!" The first director, Albert, shouted, "We are here for this last battle!"

As Albert shouted, strange carnival sounds rang out from all directions. Palmer looked around, but all he could see was a group of cold golden sculptures, with different movements and appearances. Among them, there was a deformed sculpture that curled up like a worm.

In a trance, Palmer realized that endless evil power was entangled with the giant whale, stirring every figure in the forest. He looked at Nathanir in horror, but saw the same helplessness and confusion in Nathanir's eyes.

Several gun barrels under the giant whale sank down. After a short period of energy storage, the ether jet swept across the earth, ruthlessly plowing the flesh and blood ground, igniting heavy flames, and it also penetrated the main body of the Pillar of Kingship. In the violent tremor, the entire Pillar of Kingship seemed to collapse and tilted a certain arc.

Palmer looked at the umbilical cord extending from his abdomen, swallowed his saliva, and asked with courage.

"What are you?"

Like Nathaniel, at this moment Palmer also realized that he was in a huge conspiracy, a trap that was enough to subvert his worldview and destroy everything he had believed in.

Albert turned his head to look at Palmer, and the other figures looked at Palmer. All the golden sculptures seemed to have vitality, and their frozen eyes stared at him.

"We are Albert Alfredo and Maria Allen..." they said, "We are the successive directors of the Order Bureau, all the staff members who choose to join the Order Bureau, and all those who dedicate themselves to that sole purpose."

"We are the multitude and the only one."

A deep, low voice sounded from Palmer's mind, and echoed from the minds of all creatures within the domain.

"We are the evil of this world, the One of the Ten Thousand."

The One of the Ten Thousand stretched out its body to its heart's content, its flesh and blood completely combined with the mechanical armor of the Inverted Hall, and a large amount of ether gathered into deadly ether jets, like thousands of falling meteors, completely illuminating the Pillar of Kingship.

The strong light flashed for a moment, and continuous explosions covered the entire area. The raging fire burned through the layers of the Pillar of Kingship, and the roaring fire snakes surrounded the duel field, imprisoning the old enemies in this final death battle.