Endless Debt

The roaring fire entangled into a pillar of fire that wrapped around the throne, and the vague figure swayed in the flames, and then the manic blood-colored ether violently tore the flames and split them in two.

Against the backdrop of the flames, the golden mask flashed with a majestic light.

As the devils walked towards the battlefield of the etheric world, the Ten Thousand Ones fought with the Pillar of Kingship, and the King of Terror finally moved his ugly, evil, and noble body.

The robe was burned to pieces in the flames, and was dragged by the skinny body of the King of Terror, swaying pieces of sparks, as if he was wearing warm embers on his body, and every move brought flames.

"Xilin, my child, my blood."

Under the golden mask, the dry and empty eyes stared at Xilin, like a boiling darkness.

The King of Terror leaped down from the throne and landed lightly on the broken ground, as if he had no sense of weight at all. He slowly straightened his chest, straightened his back, and pulled off the sleeves that were in the way, exposing his withered arms.

His five fingers stretched out, and then clenched them tightly together. After repeating this several times, the King of Terror's slow movements became more and more agile, and his seemingly weak hands were also full of strength.

"Why do you need to do all this?"

The King of Terror looked around. It seemed that he had not been completely deprived of his will by Beelzebub, but still had a trace of his own consciousness.

His voice was hoarse and full of pity, "Look at all this, Xilin, everything in the Kogader royal family is burning, and a hundred years of accumulation is heading towards destruction."

The King of Terror was really sad, and hot blood overflowed from the sunken darkness of his eye sockets, dripping on the ground, making a corrosive sizzling sound, and then thin buds grew out of the cracks soaked in blood like weeds.

Showing his sharp nails, the King of Terror and Slaughter gently cut his wrist, blood gushed out, it was hard to imagine that such a shriveled body could store so much blood.

Suddenly, his voice became stern, and he cursed viciously.

"Xilin, you ruined it all! The efforts of countless sages are gone at this moment!"

Everything was burning and collapsing wherever he looked. The big crack torn by Hill was still swallowing up the Pillar of Kingship bit by bit. It seemed that everything that appeared here today would be completely destroyed and ended.

Xilin laughed contemptuously and said disdainfully, "Is it that the efforts of the sages of Kogadel were gone, or... your conspiracy was completely shattered?"

Then, Xilin gritted his teeth, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Am I right? The First-Crowned King, Servis."

The King of Terror and Slaughter froze slightly, his expression of grief and anger seemed to be frozen by the cold wind, and his movements were frozen for a moment.

However, this heavy atmosphere did not last too long, and the King of Terror and Slaughter's voice changed like breaking ice, revealing a relaxed and comfortable feeling that was completely different from before.

"Servis?" The King of Terror and Slaughter sneered, with a bit of nostalgia in his tone, "It has been a long time since anyone called me by this name."

In the memory of the King of Terror and Slaughter, this name had been covered in dust and forgotten by the world a hundred years ago. He tried hard to recall when was the last time someone called him "Servis".

In his impression, it should have been in the glorious days a hundred years ago.

At that time, he led a powerful knight group, galloping on the battlefield of war, conquering castles one after another, and winning one victory after another.

That distant time was undoubtedly the most dazzling and proud moment in the life of the King of Terror and Slaughter... Time flies, and that kind of glory will never be seen again.

"What a irony."

Xilin sneered, his voice full of sarcasm and disdain, "I once read the history books of the Kogadel Empire. In those chapters, you were portrayed as a great hero. It was you who ended the melee between the lords and created a huge empire."

He paused, looking up and down at the former hero in front of him, now the devil's servant.

Xilin continued, "But look at you now, Servis, you - the first king, the founder of the Kogadel Empire, have become a running dog of the devil, so twisted and ugly."

As if he wanted to kill his opponent with words, Xilin's sarcasm became more and more sharp, and he lowered his voice, as if telling an unknown secret.

"Perhaps, those so-called great victories you had in the past were nothing more than the help of the devil's power. Your so-called glory and splendor are nothing more than illusions built on lies and deception."

As soon as the voice fell, Xilin tightly grasped the Core Flame Sword and the Blood Shift Sword. The ether roared and entangled under the secret sword, and the substantial glow reflected and burned the two blades.

The scarlet cross burst out in front of Xilin, and after the dazzling light, another scarlet cross bloomed from the head of the King of Terror and Slaughter.

The King of Terror and Slaughter did not expect Xilin to launch such an abrupt attack, which was surprising, but everything was still under his control.

The withered palm was like an ancient bark that had passed through countless years, slowly stroking the deep and still bleeding wound on the other wrist.

The gentle touch was like a gust of cold wind passing over the lake, causing the blood that was originally flowing quietly and even gathered at the feet to instantly break free from the shackles of gravity and float up in an extremely weird way.

Countless blood beads rose up, emitting a scarlet glow, like a dazzling ruby. They gathered together, no longer in a simple liquid state, but entangled and rotated in the air, as if performing a silent dance.

The King of Terror and Slaughter clenched the blood.

So the originally warm blood became cold and hard, solidified from the flowing liquid into clusters of blood-colored crystals, like a blood crystal sword covered with spikes, transparent, beautiful, but full of threats and murderous intent.

The King of Terror and Slaughter looked up at the figure that had killed out of the scarlet cross, and his own power of the Glory Man broke out in full. The blood-colored alchemical matrix covered his exposed skin, and the violent breath rolled and stirred.

Under the double blow of the One of the Ten Thousand and the Decaying Plague, the connection between the King of Terror and the Nation of Solidified Slurry was temporarily interrupted, and the coronation ceremony was also interrupted. But even so, in the previous coronation ceremony, the King of Terror and Slaughter had been amplified in all aspects, and the whole person had reached the limit that the Glory Man could reach.

The King of Terror let out a series of happy low moans. He had never felt so good before. His body was full of strength. The only disappointment was that the body he possessed was too decayed and on the verge of destruction.

He needed a new body, a new container.

The King of Terror laughed loudly. Suddenly, the blood crystal sword in his hand burst into pieces, turning into a series of cold blood blades that extended to the surroundings.

"Come on! Xilin!"

Each tiny fragment was filled with endless murderous intent, as if it was the embodiment of the anger and hatred in the King of Terror. They waved in the air, drawing bloody tracks and crossing into a terrifying blood curtain.

"Are you calling me?"

Suddenly, Xilin's voice sounded again, but it was not from the scarlet cross on the head of the King of Terror.

The King of Terror quickly moved his eyes away, and saw that the scarlet cross standing on the duel field was shattered and dissipated, and Xilin's figure appeared from it. The blazing flames of the Core Flame Sword, under his own speed, brought a deadly arc of light and rushed straight to the King of Terror.

At the same time, crackling collisions broke out from the scarlet cross above, and appeared vaguely and abruptly. Facing these bloody fragments that attacked, he slashed out countless sword strikes, accurately smashing each fragment completely.

In the rolling crystal dust, Blog raised his sword and axe and chopped down the King of Terror, with figures intertwined and the roaring shock sounded throughout the venue!

The rolling smoke and dust were shaken up layer by layer, and before it could dissipate, several secret swords broke through the air, raising a strong gust of wind and sweeping it away.

The shocking scene was reflected in the eyes of Xilin who was moving forward.

After the smoke and dust, Blog and the King of Terror maintained a slightly twisted posture. Blog waved the Bite with one hand, trying to cut off the neck of the King of Terror, but the flying blade was caught by the King of Terror with one hand and imprisoned in mid-air.

With Blog's strength, even if the King of Terror caught the Bite, he could cut off his five fingers in one fell swoop, but this time Blog only felt that he had cut on a piece of unshakable steel, and breaking through the surface skin of the King of Terror was his limit.

The extremely powerful ether was brewing in the body of the King of Terror. At this time, he was between the Glorious One and the Crowned One. The high-density ether attached to his hands. Under the strong ether repulsion, even the light burning fire could not burn his flesh and blood.

A deep laugh sounded under the golden mask, and the empty and dark eyes stared at Blog.

"Blog Lazarus, I remember you."

The King of Terror tightly grasped the blood crystal sword in his hand, and his strength surged.

As the battle progressed, the King of Terror digested the power he had gained in the previous coronation ceremony. In this pillar of kingship, in the country of condensed pulp, he was stronger than ever before.

Even his shriveled body gradually grew flesh and blood as his fighting spirit was aroused, supporting his dry and barren skin.

The muscles on the King of Terror's arms bulged, and he slowly pushed the sword forward. As the sword moved, a series of harsh and sharp cracking sounds rang in the air, as if the ice was cracking in the extreme cold.

The Blood Crystal Sword was injected with life, and clusters of blood crystals bloomed like flowers. From the sword body grew a series of rugged and deadly spikes. The spikes were like dozens of sharp blades, piercing forward together, forming a dense forest of swords, completely covering the front of Blogo.

In this moment of life and death, Blogo showed amazing reaction speed and fighting skills.

He promptly held the Saw Axe in front of him, and the cracked axe blade flashed with cold light, cutting off most of the blood crystal spikes. However, some tiny spikes, under the control of the King of Terror and Slaughter, extended at lightning speed and passed through the defense of the Saw Axe.

These tiny spikes, like the sharp teeth of a venomous snake, pierced into Blogo's body fiercely and pierced his arm. The blood immediately dyed his clothes red, dripped on the ground, and merged with the previous bloodstains.

If it were just such an injury, it would not be enough to affect Blogo, but the key is that these blood crystals quickly melted after piercing Blogo's body, and the forbidden blood took root in Blogo's body, ready to move.

Seeing Blogo clenching his teeth, the King of Terror and Slaughter looked distressed, "I don't understand something about you... Why do you also want to participate in this dispute?"

"You obviously have no reason to join the war."

Berogo was still silent. Although the King of Terror had injected the blood seed into his body, his own ether had already rushed out during the confrontation.

The two ethers collided with each other, like a group of ocean currents, and fierce sparks and arcs burst and flashed from the surface of the two.

The King of Terror could feel that an invisible sharp knife was cutting through his defense little by little, trying to break through his body and even attack the critical point of the matrix soul.

It was really terrible. It was not cutting off flesh and blood, nor breaking bones, but directly attacking the alchemical matrix from a microscopic level.

The King of Terror was shocked, but he couldn't help but feel fortunate.

In the past, the King of Terror would have been broken through by Berogo's defense, or even beheaded. After all, his body was decaying now, and his own alchemical matrix was also an old thing from a hundred years ago, which was not comparable to Berogo at all.

But now, the King of Terror and the Kingdom of Solidification are connected together, accepting sacrifices from all over the Kogadel Empire. The endless ether and vitality are injected into his body, pushing him beyond the limit and wearing the supreme crown.

Even if the coronation ceremony is interrupted, the King of Terror can still smooth out all his flaws and maintain an absolutely strong posture with only this extreme state.

"Berogo, don't you realize it yet?"

The King of Terror spoke again, with a sincere look. He knew that Berogo was an indifferent guy. He was too lazy to respond to what he said. This time, he directly reminded him.

"You don't really think that you are jealous... or Hill's chosen one?"

The voice of the King of Terror drowned out the noise of the battlefield and was clearly heard by everyone. A trace of surprise flashed in Berogo's eyes, and even Xilin slowed down the pace of attack.

"Should I say you are slow? Or are you too focused to notice this?"

The King of Terror was very satisfied with Blogo's reaction. He turned his head and gestured, his empty eyes fell on the other end of the battlefield.

When Blogo, Xilin and the King of Terror were fighting, Nathanir and Albert also fought with the Speechless. These weird guys came in groups, and the ether they joined together exerted pressure that ordinary people could not bear, not to mention that the flesh and blood covering the duel field were also their servants, interfering with the battle between the two from one side.

After a series of battles, Nathanir's breath was obviously much more disordered. He was no longer the extremely powerful existence at the beginning. The soul scar tore his alchemical matrix into pieces.

Albert on the side was not much stronger. Although his alchemical matrix was not affected by the soul scar, he was an old guy who lagged behind the times after all, not to mention that the reason why he could survive until now was purely relying on the power of the One in the Million.

Now, as Albert has separated from the One in the Million, his own solidified time has begun to flow again. In a blink of an eye, many wrinkles appeared on his face. It seems that in a while, he will become a hunchbacked, white-haired old man.

But as Albert's body gets older, an evil and crazy power is roaring out of his body.

Albert pierced the heart of a speechless person and then strangled his throat. Dots of blue starlight appeared under each other. Under the power of usurpation and theft, the ether in the speechless person's body quickly overflowed and filled Albert's body.

This strange scene is not unfamiliar to Blogo and Xilin, who also have the same power.

Protection: Soul-sucking and Soul-usurping.

To be honest, after discovering that the truth of the decision-making room is this grotesque posture, Albert has the protection of jealousy, which is completely within Blogo's expectations, but Blogo did not expect that in Albert's abdomen, the devil's umbilical cord is almost completely materialized.

The dark umbilical cord extended out, like a black rope, wrapped around Albert's waist in circles, connecting with the One in the Million behind him. The evil and crazy power surged beside him, and the jealousy power that was far stronger than that of Blogo and Xilin burst out from Albert.

In an instant, the ether in the surrounding area was plundered crazily, and some injured speechless people were simply drained of their power and fell to the ground helplessly, with no idea of ​​life or death.

After witnessing this scene, Blogo was slightly distracted, and the King of Terror said at the right time.

"Look, he deceived you. From the beginning to the end, you were not his chosen one. Why do you still fight for him?"

Blogo has a very deep connection with jealousy, but this connection is due to the bet that will determine the fate of the world. This bet is too heavy and too expensive, which makes Blogo have a connection depth almost similar to that of the chosen one, and combined with the words of the devil, it has been misleading until now.

The King of Terror observed the subtle changes in Blogo's expression. He thought he had succeeded, but the next second, a sharp pain burst out from his chest.

A faint light flickered in the chest of the King of Terror. It was highly concentrated ether. Because the energy it carried was too huge, even this small piece of reality was shaky, and the dark blue cracks collapsed and healed.

When the King of Terror tried to influence Blogo's will, Blogo was also gradually eroding the King of Terror's defense. It must be admitted that even if the King of Terror has not yet become the crowned one, his power is still suffocatingly strong just at the edge of this limit.

Even with Boluogo's infinite narrowness, it would take a certain amount of time to open up this tiny gap.

"Does it matter whether I am his chosen one or not?" Boluogo said disdainfully, "Besides, I am here for Adele today."

The radiance of the ether suddenly appeared, and under the power of Boluogo's control, the ether turned into beating lightning, and then the lightning was constrained into a single beam of light.

In the midst of lightning and flint, the etheric sword suddenly appeared out of thin air, piercing the Terror King's defense along the tiny holes, and pierced his chest viciously.

It was as if a thunderbolt pierced the King of Terror.

"Ah...Adele?"

For the King of Terror, this was an unfamiliar name. Even if he tried his best to find out all the information about Boluogo and the Bureau of Order, he still could not find any relevant clues.

"What a pity. It seems you don't remember her."

Boluogo said, suddenly tilting his head to one side, and then, the speeding secret sword shot out from the back of Boluogo's head.

The secret sword was like a bolt of lightning, piercing rapidly along the torn gap of the etheric sword, and once again hit the King of Terror's chest hard. This time, it was not only an energy attack, but also a physical impact.

Sparks exploded at the moment of impact, like fireworks blooming in the night sky, bright and dazzling.

Although the secret sword failed to completely penetrate the chest of the King of Terror, the huge force it carried surged like a strong wind and huge waves, knocking back the rocky body of the King of Terror.

Bologo tightly grasped the brief moment when the King of Terror was unbalanced. The resentful bite in his hand was like an awakened angry beast. He suddenly pulled it out from the tightly grasped palm of the King of Terror and moved forward with blazing flames. Slash violently.

The roaring flame wave was like a fire dragon, completely surrounding the King of Terror. The high-temperature flames jumped on the King of Terror. Although it could not cause much damage to his indestructible body, the blazing fire successfully succeeded. Obscuring his vision.

There was a sea of ​​fire in front of the King of Terror. He tried hard to see the movements of Boluogo and Xilin, but to no avail. However, this did not make him panic. On the contrary, he took advantage of this opportunity to fully detonate the blood crystals in his hands. sword.

The Blood Crystal Sword seemed to be injected with violent energy, instantly bursting out with a dazzling light. Countless strands of blood spurted out from the sword body, enveloping the ether and sweeping the entire place.

Immediately afterwards, the blood around the King of Terror seemed to be injected with life, and began to boil and squirm violently.

Under the power of the King of Terror, the blood instantly solidified into clusters of blood-colored crystals, like countless upright spears, intertwined together to form an indestructible barrier to resist the charges of Boluogo and Xilin.

In the firelight, the sound of shattering sounded one after another.

The King of Terror Slaughter stood firm and stretched out his hand to break the secret sword embedded in his chest. The remaining sword head remained in his flesh and blood. It was squeezed and swallowed by the rapidly growing flesh and blood, and finally became entangled in his body.

As the King of Terror wielded his power, a violent ether energy blasted forward. The pure ether turbulence was like an invisible storm, enough to sweep away everything that hindered its progress.

The fire suddenly extinguished under the impact of this force. Broken blood crystal spikes stood around the King of Terror, and the figures of Boluogo and Xilin disappeared from his sight.

The King of Terror did not relax his vigilance because of this. He felt that the power of the Glorious One was being released from his side without any reservation.

Several secret swords pierced his body like a rainstorm, and the highly etheric body collided with the secret swords, making that crisp sound again.

The secret swords deflected and rolled as if they had hit the thick armor, but soon they turned back again.

The secret swords all over the sky repeatedly bombarded the body of the King of Terror. Each piercing and slashing attack overlapped, as if hundreds of enemies were swinging their swords at him at the same time.

The King of Terror was in a daze for a moment, which made him recall those glorious years, as if he had once again returned to the battlefield where he opened up new territories, broke through the enemy's formation, and was trapped in a tight siege.

Yes, it was like this at that time. Countless enemies swung their swords at him. Some swords struck his armor, and some struck his flesh. He couldn't tell who was who, and could only roar. and responded angrily with his sword.

"Xilin!" the King of Terror shouted loudly, "The establishment of the Kogadel Empire has nothing to do with the devil. It was indeed developed by me with one sword!"

The manic ether spurted out like a flood. The incoming secret swords were shattered one by one in front of this force and turned into countless tumbling fragments. However, before these metal fragments fell to the ground, they rose up again and gathered together under Xilin's will. It turned into a metallic sandstorm, once again shrouding the King of Terror.

Sharp friction sounds continued to sound, metal fragments collided with each other, and sparks jumped repeatedly in the chaos, like stars in the night.

In this noisy battlefield, Xilin's voice came through the layers of noise, "So?"

"so?"

The King of Terror asked rhetorically, with a hint of confusion in his voice.

The torrent of ether erupted again, spreading like ripples in all directions, flattening the metal storm surrounding the King of Terror in one fell swoop.

As the storm dissipated, the King of Terror released the Blood Crystal Sword in his hand, and the blade fell to the ground with a crisp impact and shattered into a piece of crystal powder.

At this moment, the ground under the feet of the King of Terror began to wriggle and crack, and scarlet tentacles stretched out from the cracks and inserted into the body of the King of Terror. With the injection of these tentacles, the King of Terror's originally shriveled body swelled up again, and his figure became taller and taller, like a rising giant.

At the same time, a scarlet cross bloomed from behind the King of Terror, and Xilin rushed out of it, waving a wave of flames and slashing heavily on the neck of the King of Terror.

This was the ultimate blow of the Glory. After the dazzling ether repelled each other, the Core Flame Sword pierced through the ether defense and deeply embedded in the flesh and blood of the King of Terror.

"Is it for the Eternal Empire? Or the Eternal You?"

Xilin questioned angrily and roared. At the same time, the scarlet cross flashed again, engulfing Xilin's figure and disappearing.

The King of Terror was wondering why Xilin took the initiative to retreat this time, and then he noticed the crazy rise of ether reaction.

In front of him, a crack in the etheric world was slowly healing, and under this dark blue crack, Blog greedily controlled the huge amount of ether pouring out, concentrating them and turning them into firewood.

In the dazzling flash, the light burned all over.

The fire sword was restrained into a deadly jet, piercing through the ground, burning flesh and blood, burning rocks into glass, and completely wrapping the King of Terror.

Continuously piercing, piercing, and finally piercing out of the duel field in the sky. From a distance, the slender line of fire crossed the night sky and extended hundreds of meters away.

Blog panted and dispersed the light fire. This high-intensity combat was also a great consumption for him. Even with the protection of soul sucking and ether siphoning, his alchemy matrix could not withstand such consumption.

Fortunately, this time Blogo was not fighting alone. When he was taking a breath, Xilin appeared on the burning fireball. He could sense the etheric reaction of the King of Terror and Slaughter. Similarly, he did not think that Blogo's attack could kill the monster.

A strong glow rose from Xilin's eyes, reflecting his pupils into a pair of daylight pupils. The alchemical matrix all over his body burst out with extreme strong light, and the sword ring suspended behind him also rotated rapidly.

Xilin said hoarsely, "You don't care about the family or the empire, you only care about yourself."

All that should be said has been said. Xilin does not want to have any meaningless arguments with the King of Terror and Slaughter. The only thing to do next is to fight.

The power of control is like an invisible storm, sweeping across the entire duel field indiscriminately, violently tearing apart the buildings made of flesh and rock, and stripping out the steel hidden in them that has not been completely corrupted one by one.

Tons of broken and twisted steel rose up, as if surrounded by invisible flames, strangely burning red, emitting a fiery glow.

Under Xilin's will, the red-hot steel twisted and rotated in the air, as if countless invisible hammers were constantly forging them. After forging again and again, the steel deformed and compressed, and finally turned into twisted and rough sword blades.

Countless sword blades stood densely in the air, like a forest of steel, exuding a sharp breath.

Xilin raised the Core Flame Sword in his hand high, like a commander, and ordered his soldiers.

Secret Power·Royal Territory.

In an instant, the sword blades in the sky poured down like a rainstorm, shooting rapidly towards the King of Terror.

The sword blades were forged to the extreme by Xilin, and every inch of steel was filled with his ether, making them sharper and tougher.

The King of Terror looked up and saw that the heavy iron color had covered his vision. Countless sword blades were flying in the air, and the cold light of metal overlapped and continued, as if it was going to tear the entire night sky apart.

A sharp whistle came from the air, and the sound was mixed together, like thousands of ghosts wailing and wailing, making people uneasy.

In a trance, the King of Terror seemed to see an entire legion attacking him.

The soldiers roared and swung the swords in their hands, slashing at his armor again and again. Every collision made him feel a huge impact, as if to tear his body apart, and the swords left deep scratches on his armor one after another until the solid armor was broken.

His blood, flesh, bones, nerves, hair... all kinds of his body were ruthlessly chopped up by the sword blades, mixed with the broken iron slag, as if chewed by a giant beast, becoming soft and rotten, and indistinguishable from each other.

The sharp pain shattered the illusion and overlapped with reality.

Every moment, countless sword blades slashed at the body of the King of Terror and Slaughter. The tiny cracks that Blogo had chiseled out before continued to expand under this continuous onslaught until they were completely broken.

The King of Terror and Slaughter clearly felt that the invisible armor that protected him was falling apart. He tried to wave blood to resist the tide-like attack, but it was too late.

A rough sword blade pierced his arm, and then the next sword blade pierced his ankle.

The King of Terror and Slaughter instinctively half-knelt down, and then swords pierced his back, pierced his ribs, and broke his spine.

One after another, one sword after another.

The dense sword blades piled up a steel seat, and the cold iron will replaced all the scarlet.

Xilin slowly descended from the sky. At this time, the figure of the King of Terror and Slaughter could no longer be recognized in the towering iron throne. Only the rough sword blades were still clinging to pieces of scarlet flesh.

He seemed to be dead, but Xilin could hear faint heartbeats coming from under the heavy steel, and the evil ether was also rippling.

Soon, Xilin heard another heartbeat, which was like the aftermath of an earthquake and distant thunder. It was so loud that Xilin couldn't help but suspect that it was the heart of a giant.

No, it was the heartbeat of the core heart in the Pillar of Kingship.

The two heartbeats overlapped strangely, as if they had completed synchronization. A suffocating madness broke out under the iron throne, as if a forbidden beast was about to break the seal.

At the same time, a shrill cry rang out.

Bolog looked in the direction of the sound. Huge tentacles hundreds of meters long completely wrapped the huge body of the One of the Ten Thousands. Spiral mouthparts grew out of the flesh and blood, tearing the body of the One of the Ten Thousands wantonly. Dense tumors also grew out of its body surface, and countless granulations swayed like weeds that could not be burned.

The One of the Ten Thousands was like a giant whale besieged by sharks. It was so tired and powerless to resist. It could only watch its flesh and blood being cruelly eaten.

Deep underground, the plague of decay that invaded the blood rivers was also consumed. Although the large rift opened by Hill was still dragging the Pillar of Kingship into the Ether Realm bit by bit, the Kingdom of Solidification had now reconnected with the Pillar of Kingship, and the coronation ceremony was held again.

The King of Terror and Slaughter once again gained the power beyond the limit and took another step towards the highest place.

Furious power erupted under the iron throne. Xilin didn't even have time to react. He could only watch the iron shatter and fly. Countless fragments rushed over, easily piercing his defense and cutting his skin.

In the manic ether turbulence, the twisted and deformed figure stood up tall, and the solemn and huge body was covered with jagged sword blades. Previously, they were sharp weapons to attack him, but now they have become his blade armor.

The supreme power gathered above his head, and the actual stream of light was woven together, like the halo above the head of the god in mythology, and like a crown made of light.

"Without my empire, what is the meaning of existence?"

In the roaring flames, an evil voice sounded, and he affirmed himself, "Yes, it's meaningless."

"I am Servis, I am the incarnation of the Kogadel Empire."

The sound of the collapse of the material world continued. Even if he had not released his power, the existence of himself alone had already brought the material world to the brink of collapse.

Servis's cold voice resounded and echoed.

"I am the first and only person to be crowned in this world."