Endless Debt

It was a magnificent creation that fell from the sky, a shadow that should not exist, a miracle beyond imagination.

This time, Palmer was sure that he was not hallucinating. The endless golden sculptures were really cheering endlessly, as if celebrating the arrival of a sacred moment.

Thousands of people were reveling!

The melodious whale calls echoed between the sky. As the sound rose and fell, thousands of people plundered the surrounding ether wantonly, and their own energy level gradually rose, turning themselves into a large ether vortex point that could move.

Reality was crushed by the powerful energy level to form a fatal arc, thunder and frost intertwined, space had a strange sense of distortion, and brilliant arc light surrounded it, like algae that could glow in the deep sea.

"Forward!"

Albert shouted happily. He saw the duel field on the pillar of royal power, and also glimpsed the figures of the devils there.

Over the years, his mind had long become extremely calm in the darkness, like a pool of stagnant water, but at this moment, Albert felt that the calm water surface in his heart was boiling again, evaporating hot steam, as if an unstoppable fire was rising from the bottom of the water.

"Battle of Reckoning!"

Albert drew out the saber from his waist, raised the shiny blade high, and split the strong wind.

He stood at the front, turned his head with great joy, and looked at the masked successors and the standing golden sculptures.

"Look, everyone!"

Albert talked to them, his eyes became a little sore, as if he was about to cry.

But the tears could not fall, and were evaporated by the boiling ether. The power of the ancient glory burst out from Albert's body, and the old body was like a burning dead tree, on the verge of breaking, but burning fiercely.

Albert looked forward again and roared.

"The moment of the end!"

The unity of the people crushed the dark clouds covering the earth, the night was broken and collapsed, and the pale moonlight fell on it, reflecting the boundless golden armor.

Beelzebub looked at the sudden appearance of the strange soldier solemnly, and clearly sensed the evil power surging in his body. Just as everyone instinctively sensed and hated the soul, Beelzebub and Mammon could be sure that this was a scourge of this world.

But now, the dispute among the devils has come to the final moment, one devil after another fell, and even the scourge of this world was buried. After simple elimination and inference, the ownership of this scourge of this world is very clear.

Beelzebub gritted his teeth and said, "Leviathan..."

Since the wrath of the scorched earth, Leviathan has been hidden from the world's sight, and everything about him has become unknown, even the scourge of this world.

The disputes among the devils lasted for thousands of years. During these thousands of years, the devils' evil in this world also changed several times. Obviously, the One of Ten Thousand was just beyond the cognition of Beelzebub and Mammon.

Beelzebub said to himself again, "How can Leviathan's evil in this world stand with the people of the Order Bureau?"

No one answered her, because others were also in the same shock.

Blog looked at the falling behemoth blankly. Others might not understand it, but Blog saw the people on it at a glance, and the golden armor attached to the torso was obviously transformed from the inverted hall.

The manic thoughts mixed into a ball in Blog's mind. They squirmed, struggled, screamed, whispered, or roared those obscure sentences, which made Blog's mind fall into a strange blank, and it was difficult to think about anything.

Xilin was also shocked by this sudden change, but unlike Blogo, after a trance for a while, he came back to his senses and laughed inexplicably.

"Is that so? Leviathan."

Memories of the past emerged from Xilin's mind. From that bloody night, the secret war, to the present, Xilin had clearly realized long ago that he was living in a huge conspiracy, but due to his own limitations, even if he tried his best, Xilin could only barely see a vague outline of the whole picture of this conspiracy.

Now, all the truth will surface, exposed to the sun, and shown to everyone.

The devil's forbidden power suddenly burst out, and when Beelzebub was puzzled, Mammon had already taken the lead in reacting.

"Should I say you are worthy of it?" Mammon murmured, "You are really well hidden."

In this endless dispute, every devil is seeking a way to win the final victory. Beelzebub secretly controlled the Kogadel Empire and buried the system of the Nation of Solidification under this vast land, while Mammon recovered the body of the alien early and stole the supreme power from Aurora.

Mammon thought he had prepared enough, but when he saw Leviathan showing his trump card, he was shocked in his heart, and the original chance of winning became shaky.

It was also with Leviathan showing his true power that the past events that were once shrouded in mystery became clear in front of Mammon at this moment.

However, this is not a good time to recall.

Mammon released his power without reservation, controlling everything he could control and dominating everything he could dominate.

With the full launch of the Slurry Kingdom, the Pillar of Kingship has been completely transformed into flesh and blood and become the central heart of this huge system. Its original architectural structure has also been replaced one by one until this giant has also been transformed into a forbidden living being.

Under Mammon's will, the huge tentacles, which were a hundred meters long, snaked down from the Pillar of Kingship, and then lifted up high, carrying the wrath and whipping of hell, and raised a roaring wind, heading straight for the One of the Ten Thousands who were marching forward bravely.

Twisted, hideous, with the momentum of destroying everything.

This scene was like everything in mythology, the One of the Ten Thousands was the big ship cruising on the raging sea, and the Pillar of Kingship was the sea monster attacking it, but this battle did not take place on the sea, but in this boundless sky.

The One of the Ten Thousands was equipped with weapons transformed from the inverted hall, and the hanging muzzles flashed with deadly arcs, like lightning piercing through the darkness. In an instant, the blazing white ether jets were like spears of divine punishment, piercing through the flesh and blood all over the sky.

The light spears continued to move forward, and pierced the Pillar of Kingship itself with shocking huge blood holes, and the blood burst out and soaked the earth.

However, these tentacles did not stop there. They were like enraged beasts. At the moment of rupture, they split into countless scarlet blood threads, pouring down like a bloody rain.

They circled and rolled in the air, launching a more violent attack on the One of Ten Thousands again, trying to erode its armor and corrode its flesh.

Like a dense flock of scarlet birds.

At this critical moment, the One of Ten Thousands did not sit and wait for death. I saw dazzling light spots condensed around its body, which were the products of highly compressed ether power.

These light spots surrounded the One of Ten Thousands like stars, flashing dangerous and charming light, and then were swallowed by the One of Ten Thousands, surging along the huge cables and pipes under the golden armor.

A large amount of ether was transported to the muzzles of the numerous guns. When the power accumulated to the limit, the ether jet was like the Milky Way pouring down and the day breaking apart, tearing a piece of pure white that was enough to blind the eyes in front of the scarlet bird flock.

Pure etheric power vented out like a waterfall in the sky, and its high concentration of energy instantly ionized the surrounding air, diffusing an ozone smell like grass after rain.

This force was so strong that it seemed to tear the entire sky apart.

The clouds within several kilometers were instantly flattened under the impact of this force, as if they had never existed. The broken aurora flickered briefly in the air, like gorgeous fireworks, but with a doomsday-like beauty.

The strong shock wave swept in all directions, and the first to be hit was the Pillar of Kingship. After being bombarded by several etheric jets, several terrible wounds had been opened on the Pillar of Kingship.

Although the flesh-and-blood building has the ability to heal itself, it obviously takes a certain amount of time to make up for such a large gap, not to mention that under these fatal bombardments, the Pillar of Kingship tilted at a certain angle.

The arc seems small, but when it is magnified on this towering giant, Blogo standing on the duel field only feels that the entire ground is tilting sharply to one side.

In the aftermath of the tyranny, many more Silent Ones were swept away. Blogo didn't care about their lives. As long as they were still alive, they would always come back. Not to mention, Blogo could feel that the Silent Ones themselves had no sense of their own lives.

The Silent One was just a puppet. Once, he might have had his own name and will, but under Mammon's greed, his self had long disappeared in history. Only Mammon's threads controlled his limbs.

The marble floor collapsed one after another, and blood flowed out of the cracks. Thin buds grew out of them like bamboo shoots after rain.

In a blink of an eye, the flesh plague covered the duel field, turning it into a bloody ecological field.

Blogo swung the fire sword, and the fire snake swept out a burning pure land, and the crackling sound of burning oil continued.

Above the night sky, One of the Ten Thousands was still moving forward. As it moved forward, the space around One of the Ten Thousands gradually split into thin cracks, which were cracks in the etheric world.

Thunder suddenly appeared from time to time, as if it was the roar of the sky, or the trembling of the earth. The ashes in the sky were rolled up by the wind, heated and flickered, like countless fading sparks. Although their light was weak, it was particularly dazzling in this dark sky.

Above One of the Ten Thousands, Albert swung his saber to his heart's content, slashing the air, like a crazy orchestra conductor, laughing non-stop.

Their strong appearance instantly reversed the trend of the battle. One of the Ten Thousands was like a falling meteorite, constantly oppressing the tilted pillar of royal power.

Beelzebub's charming face gradually became ferocious, and finally, she roared at One of the Ten Thousands like a beast.

The sharp howl resounded through the sky. This was not an emotional catharsis, but the command of the evil will to endless flesh and blood.

Those ashes flying in the night sky were heated into flickering points of light, but suddenly, they quickly extinguished, and then the particles that were difficult to identify with the naked eye expanded rapidly, as if they appeared out of thin air, and turned into bloody spores, dancing wildly towards the One of the Ten Thousand.

Palmer, who was above the One of the Ten Thousand, didn't notice anything at first. He just felt that the light just now was too dazzling, making him cry, but soon, he felt something on his arm.

Palmer slapped it hard, and the strange feeling still existed. At this time, Palmer looked over suspiciously, and saw a small lump growing on his exposed arm. Soon, this lump grew and multiplied at a speed visible to the naked eye, densely packed.

In a few seconds, Palmer's entire arm was like dry and cracked land, with flesh and blood bursting and bleeding.

Palmer was stunned for a moment. This was the flesh and blood power derived from the devil's authority. It easily suppressed Palmer's etherization and forcibly twisted his body.

His confused eyes became fierce. Without any hesitation, Palmer decisively cut his arm with the wind blade, tearing off the entire piece of skin, deep into the bone.

Palmer shouted to one side, "Nathanir!"

Nathanir had obviously noticed this abnormality, but unlike Palmer, the moment the spores fell on his body, Nathanir had already burned them with his own high temperature.

The alchemical matrix pierced by the soul scar slowly started to operate. Although it was difficult to reach its peak, burning a group of disgusting flesh and blood was not a problem for Nathanir.

A brilliant sea of ​​fire broke out in front of the One and Only, and dense explosions and sparks bloomed from the flames.

Nathanil only blocked a part of the spores. While he was defending, more spores fell on the huge body of the One Among All.

Once the scarlet spores touched the golden armor, they quickly took root in it and began their crazy erosion.

Even though these solid metals were filled with ether, they still became fragile in front of the devil's power carried by the spores. The flesh and blood were like hungry beasts, biting and devouring every inch of the golden armor.

Time seemed to speed up at this moment. The spores grew and expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into heavy tumors.

At this time, the originally smooth metal surface also became mottled, covered with cracks and damage. These cracks seemed to be the tentacles of evil forces. They gradually spread and invaded the depths of the armor. The flesh and blood followed closely behind. They penetrated the protection of the armor layer by layer and poured into the body of the One Among All Like a Tide.

Palmer realized that the situation was not good. He endured the severe pain in his arm and fully activated his secret energy. He called for the storm, but this time the storm's response became much slower.

In the melee of multiple forces, the entire airspace was filled with ether turbulence, which meant that Palmer needed to spend more ether and energy than before to weave his own order in this chaotic energy field.

Palmer clenched his teeth, and his muscles were tense. He mobilized every bit of strength in his body, and the secret energy was running at high speed, burning every bit of ether in his body.

In a moment, Palmer connected with the secret source through the alchemical matrix. He consumed ether at the cost of wishing for a miracle that changed reality.

The secret source gave the miracle.

In the first few seconds, only a wisp of breeze passed by Palmer, as if it was a whisper of nature, but as time went on, the wind gradually became stronger, like a woman's steady and deep hum, gradually turning into a sonorous and powerful roar.

A strong wind suddenly rose, sweeping up dust and debris all over the sky, forming a series of whirlwinds, forcibly reversing the trajectory of the falling spores.

They were originally heading towards the direction of the One in the Million, but at this moment they were mercilessly blown back by the strong wind and flew back to the direction of the Pillar of Kingship.

Nathaniel looked back at Palmer. Under the burning light, his face was pitch black, but Palmer felt that he should have nodded to him in approval.

But... even if Palmer blew away these deadly spores, a large part of them had already taken root and sprouted on the armor of the One in the Million.

Continuous explosions came from below, and the One in the Million also shook a few times. The wildly growing flesh and blood eroded the thick layers of armor, biting off the huge pipes and cables one after another, and fell down like a broken intestine, falling to the ground, splashing a cloud of smoke and dust.

The transmission of ether was interrupted, and the muzzles of several guns that were brewing ether also fell down. In the dark barrels, the deadly strong light gathered also went out.

"Don't you have any solution?"

Palmer yelled at Albert, pinning his hopes on these figures standing in a forest.

"It's crazy."

Palmer suddenly whispered in his heart again. In the end, he still had to ask for help from the creations of these devils, not to mention that these creations of the devils were actually the supreme will of the Order Bureau.

It's really a big ghost. Considering that he, his family, and so many people have been working for the devil for so many years?

Palmer tried not to think about this. Once he thought about it, his mind was completely blown up by these crazy thoughts. Not to mention continuing to fight, he couldn't even move. He could only stand there like a wooden stake, holding his head and crying.

After just one or two seconds of thinking, Palmer recalled his employment procedures and wondered if he had signed the blood contract without thinking!

"Solution? What solution do you want?"

Albert still had that relaxed smile on his face. He didn't seem to worry about the survival of the One in the Thousand or the victory of this dispute... It was also possible that this bastard was full of confidence. He believed that when the One in the Thousand appeared on the battlefield, all the chaos would have an absolute constant.

"Sorry, Palmer, as the evil of this world, the One in the Thousand is like the Throat of the Abyss. It doesn't actually have any strong combat power."

Albert stamped his feet, and even the ground beneath their feet was golden. "Otherwise, we wouldn't rely on external large armor to add a certain amount of combat power to the One in All."

Palmer covered his still bleeding arm and blinked hard. He suspected that he had heard it wrong, but for the defenders, it was difficult to hear hallucinations.

A heavy rumble sounded again from below the One in All. This time the abnormality was not from the erosion of flesh and blood, but the One in All took the initiative to open the cover plates below. Then, like a bomber, it launched a rain of shells towards the bloody land below.

Countless bombs were inserted into the soft, flesh-and-blood land, like a dense tombstone. Peeping from a distance, Palmer suspected that the One in All had pulled the entire ammunition stock of the sublimation furnace core over.

What surprised Palmer was that the bombs did not explode...

The roaring explosions cut off Palmer's thoughts. One explosion after another set off continuous heat waves, scarring the earth with holes. Blood gushed out continuously, and the figures of many flesh and blood creatures could be vaguely seen.

The explosions continued.

The flesh and blood creatures were blown to pieces, and the earth sank inch by inch under the continuous explosions. The One in the Million continued to drop bombs, like a sinking ship, unloading heavy objects as much as possible.

The deafening roar made everyone almost lose their hearing. The shock waves generated by the repeated explosions swept everything around like an earthquake. The burning flames gathered into a ball and rose from the ground.

Before the flames and smoke dissipated, the earth was bombed into a vertical pit by the One in the Million. Then, the last giant bomb left the cabin and fell into the depths of darkness along the vertical pit.

Palmer watched the scene silently, and he seemed to understand something.

A dull and distant explosion sounded from deep underground, shaking the surrounding ground and raising dust.

There was no fire in the dark vertical pit, only a touch of pure darkness. It was not until more than ten seconds later that a thick smoke rose from it.

The thick smoke spread in all directions along the vertical pit. Wherever it went, the flesh-and-blood earth dried up and cracked. Even the flesh-and-blood creatures were broken into pale powder in the painful struggle. It seemed that this thick smoke was the breath of the god of death, enough to take away all lives.

Palmer swallowed his saliva, turned his head and looked at Albert, who smiled and said, "The Order of Truth has helped a lot. Not only did they give us all the stock of Plague of Decay, they also worked overtime to create a new batch."

It is obviously a difficult task to break through the layers of blockades of the devils, destroy the Pillar of Kingship, and smash the core of the Kingdom of Solidification, but everything is much simpler if the goal is to attack the extension of the Blood River.

The One of Ten Thousand may not have a strong combat power, but it is smart enough, much smarter than many people.

The land covered by the Solidification Kingdom is just a thick piece of flesh and blood. The continuous explosions just now are like a dagger that pierces repeatedly, just to open a tunnel deep enough, and then throw a giant bomb filled with Plague of Decay into it.

At this moment, a terrible disaster is erupting underground. A large amount of Plague of Decay is like an unstoppable torrent, carrying a strong breath of death, rushing along with the Blood River.

It raged along the densely intersecting dark river channels, spreading as fast as a virus and could not be contained.

Wherever the plague of decay passed, the scarlet color became deeper and darker, as if it was injected with endless darkness and despair. The originally surging blood flow seemed to be frozen at this moment, becoming slow and heavy.

The ripples on the river surface disappeared, replaced by a dead silence, and the surging ether in it was also wiped out.

The remaining devil's power was still struggling to a certain extent, causing the blood river to boil and roll from time to time.

But even though it had a strong vitality, it was still suppressed to a certain extent in front of this extreme power of decay, and the philosopher's stones that came with the torrent were also broken one by one under the influence of the plague of decay.

The crystal surface broke into many cracks, and then the whole was completely broken into fine particles, and the bound souls in it were completely freed, rising and disappearing in the blood river.

The blood rivers in the entire area fell into a brief paralysis. They lost their vitality and vitality and became like dead ditches.

At the same time, within the scope of the king's domain where the Pillar of Kingship was located, the detonation of the Decaying Plague was like creating a necrotic area, forcibly blocking the connection between the King of Terror and the Kingdom of Solidified Plasma.

On the throne, the power of the King of Terror stagnated, and then there was a faint sign of weakening. Beelzebub clenched his fists with a distorted expression.

These Decaying Plagues alone were not enough to destroy the Kingdom of Solidified Plasma. At most, the Pillar of Kingship was forcibly isolated from the outside world, temporarily preventing the coronation ceremony of the King of Terror. As long as it lasted for a period of time, the blood river would consume the huge Decaying Plague and reconnect the entire Kingdom of Solidified Plasma.

In the sky, the One and All was getting closer and closer to the Pillar of Kingship. After the bombing, it began to purify itself. All the equipment contaminated by the Flesh Plague was discarded one by one. Even the armor below was stuck with the Flesh Plague and fell to the ground.

It was like a giant whale repeatedly hitting the waves, forcibly peeling off the barnacles on its body.

As the One of Ten Thousands slowly advanced, the golden armor on its body became less and less, until its original ugly and ferocious body was exposed, like a rotting whale.

Bologg stood on the tilted duel field and looked at the scene from a distance. When he saw that the epidemic of decline had cut off the connection between the Pillar of Royal Power and the Kingdom of Slurry, Bologg was so excited that he even wanted to raise his arms and shout, but The next second, he suddenly remembered the nature of being one among all and the truth about the Bureau of Order, and his heart was filled with confusion and chill.

"Leviathan..."

Boluogo murmured in a low voice, and everything was connected in series.

Why could I, as a debtor, join the Bureau of Order? Why would Xilin's alchemy matrix be implanted in myself? Why... why...

Everything had a perfect answer, and a bone-chilling chill filled Boluogo's heart.

Fortunately, Boluogo did not sink. Instead, he cheered up, picked up his sword and ax, and strode towards the throne.

In any case, the arrival of the One Man has indeed alleviated the pressure on Boluogo and Xilin, giving this war between mortals and devils a slight chance of victory.

"Do you want to continue fighting? Boluogo."

Mammon's voice sounded from the front, and the Silent Ones blocking the road also stopped and moved out of the way. Mammon stood at the end, her broken face had long been repaired, and she looked at him with an indifferent expression.

"if not?"

The swords and axes intertwined in Boluogo's hands, making a very threatening sound.

"That is to say...you want to continue to fight for Leviathan, fight for this false order?"

Speaking of the latter part, Mammon couldn't help but sneer, "What a surprise. Who could have imagined that the force that stands on the front line of mankind's fight against the devil is just another devil behind it."

Mammon scoffed sharply, "From beginning to end, this is not human resistance, but a dispute between devils."

"This is so ironic, Bologg."

Disturbing voices kept echoing in Boluogo's ears, and all kinds of suspicions and conspiracies broke out one after another.

Boluogo stopped and stared at Mammon. The distance between the two was not too far. With the power of the Glory One, Boluogo was sure to get close and cut off his head within a few seconds.

"I have to admit, for a moment, I did feel a little...faith collapsed."

Boluogo admitted frankly and smiled bitterly, "Now that I think about it, the Regulation 1 of the Order Bureau is indeed very strange."

The regulations of the Bureau of Order echoed in Boluogo's mind like a curse and were embedded in his soul. It can be said that most of the time, Boluogo never doubted the decision-making room.

I originally thought that this would be a way for the decision-making room to unite the staff, but now it seems that this is more like a cover-up for itself.

This feeling is really wonderful, as if my body, mind, and soul are crumbling and on the verge of being broken. This feeling is terrible.

But fortunately, Boluogo was on this cruel battlefield. The constantly approaching enemies made Boluogo have no time to think so much, and also prevented him from completely falling into the whirlpool of doubt.

"I can understand you, Boluogo," Mammon said with a smile, "I have seen this scene with many people. Everything I once believed in suddenly became beyond recognition, and even my own direction became confused. …”

"No, I'm not confused."

Boluogo interrupted Mammon's words, raised the Bite in his hand, and burned with heavy fire.

"I still want to kill you," the sword pointed at Mammon and then at Beelzebub, "and her."

Mammon's smile turned cold, and her voice didn't waver at all as she said, "After all, do you still want to fight for Leviathan?"

"Fight for Leviathan, fight for the Bureau of Order, fight for this, fight for that..."

Bologger muttered irritably, and then yelled at Mammon, "Is there something wrong with your brains, you devils? Can't you even understand such words?"

He became extremely angry, as if he wanted to pour out the anger of betrayal and collapse on Mammon.

"Can't I find a way to kill Leviathan after killing you two?"

Burlogo scolded, "Can't I fight for myself?"

The questions made Mamen speechless. There was a moment of silence between the two, and then Mamen's disturbing laughter sounded again.

"It's really disappointing, Boluogo. You look like a fanatic whose faith has collapsed. In order to make his logic consistent, he would rather throw himself into eternal disaster."

Mammon commented dryly, "How sad."

Boluogo's figure twisted rapidly on the ground, like an arrow traveling between light and shadow. It was too fast to be caught. His movements were fast and sharp. In an instant, he came to Mamen's eyes, holding the sword and ax tightly in his hand. There was a cold light flashing, and a fire ignited on the blade.

Swinging his sword and axe, Bologo danced wildly around Mammon with a speed that could not be recognized visually. The blade seemed to be swung thousands of times in an instant, each time with precision and cruelty, like a thunderous thunder, enough to break steel and shatter rocks. .

Under this violent attack, Mammon's body was cut to pieces, but there was no blood or flesh in the wound, only the wriggling tar and his continuous shrill laughter.

"Is this a kind of venting? Boluogo, even if you chop me into thousands of pieces, you still can't kill me, let alone change this fact!"

Mammon laughed so hard that she was about to cry. Her broken body reorganized and condensed into a human form again. Then, he gently raised his hand to stop him.

Bologo's sharp sword blade just stopped in mid-air. Mammen pushed his hand forward again. Bologo was hit by an invisible force, and his whole body was knocked back several meters.

"Ha ha……"

Bologger gasped and raised his head, blood mixed with sweat flowing down his cheeks.

Mammon was right, he was very angry, more angry than ever before, and wanted to burn the whole world to the ground. But what made Bologo even more angry was that even if he tried his best, he still couldn't shake this damn reality.

"Leviathan!"

Mammon raised her head and shouted, opening her hands in excitement, "I have to admit, you are really a strong opponent and a great artist!"

From beginning to end, Mammon is a complete devil. Even if he has mortals who admire him, he is only a mortal.

Boluogo bit his tongue and half-knelt on the ground tiredly. One of them staggered against the Pillar of Royal Power. In the violent tremor, it coincidentally reset the tilt of the Pillar of Royal Power. At the same time, it He also took off most of his armor, leaving most of the upside-down hall abandoned on the ground.

Only the twisted body composed of countless cables, steel and flesh was left, clinging to the edge of the Pillar of Royal Power. The golden figure stood on it. Albert quickly jumped down and stepped into the final duel. , Palmer and Nathaniel followed closely behind.

When Bologg turned around and glanced at Palmer and Nathaniel, Bologg saw similar despair and ideal despair in their eyes.

"Leviathan!"

Mammon smelled the despair and unwillingness in mortals, and shouted again excitedly, "Look at everything you have created, it is really wonderful. Aren't you going to show up and share the joy of this moment?"

Leviathan heard Mammon's call, so the bright moonlight fell from under the night sky and fell on Boluogo, like a spotlight on the stage, completely illuminating him.

In the light and dust, Leviathan's figure appeared out of thin air. He was still wearing the heavy spacesuit, and his steps were slow but light, as if he was walking in a low-gravity environment.

Mammen opened her hands as if to hug him, "That's amazing. My blood relative, it's interesting to have an opponent like you."

Leviathan stopped and stood in front of Mammon. The two of them were rarely so close. In contrast, Leviathan's figure looked particularly tall.

"Why?"

Suddenly, Leviathan's voice full of doubt and confusion sounded from under the spacesuit.

The smile on Mammon's face froze. He didn't understand what Leviathan was talking about. Shouldn't he laugh at the powerlessness and weakness of mortals together now? Why was he asking himself... why?

A heavy punch interrupted Mammon's thoughts. Leviathan smashed Mammon's face, and black tar splashed everywhere.

"why why why!"

Leviathan howled crazily and asked hysterically.

"why why why!"

Every question was accompanied by a heavy punch. Each heavy punch dented Mamen's body, broke his spine, shattered his eyeballs into a piece of mud, and completely shattered his skull.

This sudden change caused the entire battlefield to become inexplicably silent. Everyone looked here and did not dare to move rashly. Even Beelzebub felt a strange uneasiness.

Mammon fell to the ground. This time his body could not heal quickly. After all, the attack from the devil was completely different from the sword swing of a mortal.

After Leviathan finished venting his anger, he took a few steps back, then looked around, looking at the faces of awe, doubt, and dullness.

"why?"

Leviathan's voice was much softer this time, as if he was asking a question to the whole world.

"Why do you just think mortals are worthless and no threat?"

Leviathan wondered, "Why has it always been the devil who wins? Why can't humans win... even once?"

He laughed infatuatedly, like a deranged mental patient, speaking words that were difficult for others to understand.

"Belphegor, this is a good movie."

Leviathan's voice reached Bologg's ears. Bologg suddenly felt some pain in his left eye. Then, his entire left eye went completely black, as if someone else's eyeball had been implanted in Bologg's eye. In the eye sockets.

In this endless darkness, the remaining consciousness stared at the final outcome and laughed wildly with satisfaction.

Hearing the laughter of approval, Leviathan's smile grew wider. He took off his helmet with difficulty and threw it aside casually.

Black tar rolled inside the spacesuit. Once, Leviathan needed it to cover his figure, but now Leviathan no longer has to hide in the shadows.

Mammon gathered her body and looked seriously at her uncertain blood relative, while Beelzebub seemed to have noticed something and asked loudly, "Who...are you?"

"Me?" The squirming Tar raised his head, and countless faces flashed from it, "Who am I? This is indeed a question worth discussing."

The tar gathered into a man's body, and he thought and remembered.

His memory went back to a long time ago, and many nearly forgotten pasts came before his eyes. He remembered the first demon he saw, named jealousy, and remembered that he had killed his father and killed his mother. I remember the man named Wolfgang Gold, I think of my long apprenticeship with him, I think of all the things I went through, and finally took over his name...

Remembering that I had surpassed him and taken back my name.

The man laughed to himself, raised his head and looked at Boluogo, as if talking to Boluogo, or muttering to himself, "I am a devil, but I am not a devil. "

"I am jealous and Leviathan...but at the same time, I am also Wolfgang Gold, one of the founders of the Bureau of Order and a member of the decision-making room."

The creeping tar faded away, and a familiar face appeared in front of everyone. He was wearing a robe, with an emblem on his chest that symbolized his identity, and held a scepter in his hand.

"I have countless identities and names, just like the countless ways to achieve immortality given the gift of the devil."

The man's words paused, and then he smiled. This scene seemed somewhat similar to Boluogo, and a certain fragment in his mind fit together with it, like a movie clip cut together.

"But compared to that complicated and boring name and identity, I prefer my own, original one."

The man showed and declared to everyone, the ether rose and jumped, distorting reality wantonly, and countless standing golden statues all gave out carnival calls.

They are sages, heroic spirits, and countless devotees gathered from the One of Ten Thousands.

"I am King Solomon Hill!"

Hill knocked down the scepter angrily, and in an instant, the ground of the duel ground shattered and cracked, and even the Pillar of Royal Power itself trembled violently, with terrifying cracks extending out. The flesh and blood twisted and wailed, and were annihilated into dust and ash.

"I am the end!"

An arrogant smile appeared on Hill's face.

"The end of the devils!"

Reality collapsed, the two realms began to overlap, and the sky filled with wind and snow surged out from the boundless realm.