Endless Debt

Xilin fell heavily to the ground. Perhaps the pain exceeded the upper limit of his nerve threshold in an instant. At this moment, he could not feel any pain at all. As a result, other senses were like kites with broken strings, and they lost contact one after another. Only the concept of "Xilin" lingered in his gradually chaotic mind.

"It's really... an experience I've never had before..."

The muddled voice echoed in Xilin's mind. He felt like a ghost trapped in a statue.

The whole vision became blurred and chaotic. The various scenes in front of him were like oil paintings immersed in water. The paint was smudged and turned into large patches of color.

Xilin's remaining consciousness tried to distinguish what he saw, but no matter how hard he looked, all he could see was a golden color that was constantly wriggling and approaching him.

This color must be very heavy, like a strong giant.

Xilin could feel this from his numb and hard skin. His body was falling on the flesh and blood, clinging to the sticky ground. As the golden light moved forward, a slight tremor was approaching.

"Ha...ha..."

A strong sense of suffocation strangled Xilin's throat. He instinctively took a deep breath, but felt a sore throat, as if something was blocking it.

The numb pain gradually returned, just like Xilin's soul returned to his body. A piercing pain spread from Xilin's chest. He instinctively spasmed, and in the painful struggle, he rolled helplessly and vomited a large amount of blood.

A large amount of blood spread out and merged with the pool of blood that had originally accumulated under Xilin's body. The blood was dark red, soaked with a lot of minced meat, and it seemed that the broken internal organs were also vomited out by Xilin.

At this moment, Xilin finally felt much more relaxed. He breathed happily. At the same time, the buzzing sound lingering in his ears gradually faded away, and the noise of the battlefield came in again.

"Xilin..."

Someone seemed to be calling his name, and he was also saying something else, but those sounds were distorted by the damaged hearing. When they were transmitted to Xilin's ears, only a series of distorted noises were left, just like a broken radio, making meaningless sounds.

Xilin blinked hard, and the blood overflowing from his forehead covered his vision with a bright red filter. He raised his hand and tried to rub his eyes, but found that he was empty.

At this time, Xilin tried to concentrate on his raised arm, and the blurred picture gradually became clear. He saw that his entire left hand had disappeared, leaving only a bloody and blurred cross-section, and the buds on the cross-section that were constantly growing and swaying wildly.

The chaotic thoughts gradually became clear. At this time, Xilin realized that his left hand had been cut off by the enemy's sword in the previous battle.

The opponent's sword blade was attached with extremely powerful ether, which not only broke through his etheric defense with one sword, but also suppressed his etherization, causing substantial damage to his body.

The power was so violent that Xilin couldn't help but suspect that this power also spread to his alchemical matrix, leaving such a shocking scar on the complicated and exquisite painting.

Oh... By the way, the enemy...

Xilin clenched his teeth, his thoughts were like a pile of rusty gears, biting each other hard, and in a fierce tremor and bursting sparks, a name emerged in Xilin's chaotic mind.

"Servis..."

This name was like a spell, Xilin's almost scattered eyes gathered together again, and a raging anger burned from the bottom of his eyes.

"The First King! Servis!"

Xilin roared, cursing the enemy he swore to destroy. At this moment, his shattered senses were restored, and the blurred picture in front of him became clear.

I saw Servis calmly striding towards Xilin, raising the rough blade, and licking the remaining blood of Xilin on the blade with his scarlet tongue.

"Xilin, you taste very good, we will taste you carefully."

The granulations growing from Xilin's wounds seemed to understand Servis' words, and shook violently a few times. They tried to swallow Xilin completely, but Xilin had not been completely defeated. The critical moment soul and etheric defense were still there. No matter how they twisted, they could not continue to spread.

Xilin looked at Servis with red eyes, and grabbed the cracked Core Flame Sword with his only arm. He struggled to stand up with the sword, but the tingling pain in his right leg almost made him fall down again.

Looking down, Xilin realized that his right foot had completely disappeared from the ankle, just like his broken left hand. The wound was covered with scarlet granulation and blood was gushing out.

The vague memory gradually became clearer, and Xilin recalled the experience of just a few minutes. It was such a short time, but now it seems so long.

Palmer rescued Blogo, and the two of them went straight to the depths of the Pillar of Kingship, trying to destroy the core heart. Blogo asked him to delay Servis, and Xilin did try his best to delay, but...

But the crowned one was still too powerful, that was beyond the cognition of reason. In just a few minutes, Xilin was seriously injured and almost died.

"Can you understand the gap between us now?"

Servis raised his hand and stretched it towards Xilin. Xilin tried to swing his sword to fight back, but no matter how many times his thoughts flashed through his mind, his body seemed to be out of control and could not make any substantial reaction.

"How pitiful..."

Servis grabbed Xilin's head, clasped his five fingers tightly, and lifted him up with one hand.

"Before, you still had some value, and I was reluctant to kill you, but now... you are worthless, Xilin."

Servis raised the blade, twisted the sharp tip of the sword and pressed it against Xilin's heart. The blade slightly pierced the flesh and sank into Xilin's skin. Before it completely pierced Xilin's heart, clusters of granulation grew wildly from the wound.

Xilin trembled in pain for a few times, but still clenched his teeth, not making a single cry, and refused to let this monster have fun.

"I..."

A vague voice sounded from Xilin's throat. Servis pulled Xilin closer with interest and listened to his words, "What did you say?"

"I said... I will kill you, I swear!"

Xilin mobilized the remaining ether in his body, and the devil's crazy power burst out from his body. The protection of soul sucking and usurping soul came again, like an invisible hammer, hitting Servis's body.

But no matter how hard Xilin tried, the protection only swayed some ether from Servis's body surface, and then plundered these ethers and forcefully stuffed them into Xilin's alchemical matrix, breaking some cracks again.

In order to achieve the goal of delaying Blogo, Xilin did fight to the limit. His flesh and blood body was repeatedly hit hard, and the alchemical matrix was also damaged by the continuous forced activation of protection, leaving a series of soul scars.

But even at such a price, Xilin still failed to hold back Servis. Not only that, he was about to die in his hands.

But even so, Xilin still stubbornly swung the Core Flame Sword, the flame ignited again, and chopped Servis's arm at close range.

"I! Never give up!"

Xilin roared, it was hard to imagine that such a broken body could still make such a roar.

Fighting until now, the obsession that supports Xilin is not only Blogo's plan, but also Xilin's most essential anger for revenge.

But unfortunately, reality is cold and bound by iron laws. It will not change because of your anger and your obsession. It will only follow the cold logic and put the established reality in front of you.

Just like even if Xilin sacrifices all his soul, the Glorious One still cannot match the Crowned One.

Let you struggle hysterically and helplessly.

Before the Core Flame Sword fell, the rough blade brought a gust of cold wind. The strangled Xilin was like a target, and the blade pierced his chest and spine without hindrance.

Xilin felt a metallic chill passing through his body, and even his hot blood cooled down a bit.

The Core Flame Sword wearily chopped on Servis's arm, as if it had hit a solid piece of armor. As before, with a slight tremor, the blade bounced off, and this time Xilin didn't even have the strength to hold the sword, and just watched the blade fall to the ground.

Servis raised his foot and crushed the cracked Core Flame Sword. The harsh sound of breaking echoed in Xilin's ears, as if something else was broken together.

"So boring."

Servis pulled Xilin off the blade like tearing off a piece of rotten meat and threw it aside casually.

Xilin rolled over several times and fell to the ground. A pool of blood gathered under him again. He was completely unable to move, and only his broken chest was still rising and falling weakly.

This... this might be his limit.

Xilin fell to the ground exhausted, looking helplessly at the dark clouds that gradually gathered above his head. They once again obscured the bright moonlight, and the bright light disappeared, and the burning clouds filled the despair again.

"Is it still like this in the end?"

Xilin whispered in his heart. The absolute power of the crowned one crushed all of Xilin's counterattacks and also wiped out Xilin's anger.

The gap between him and Servis was still too big. Under this chasm-like boundary, all of Xilin's resistance turned into impotent rage. In the end, he could only fall to the ground like a wounded beast, howling hysterically.

Servis should want to see his collapsed side so that he can humiliate himself.

Xilin understood Servis's intention, so even though he looked like this, he still stubbornly maintained his sanity. At the same time, blood was pouring out of the wound continuously, and his own ether was rapidly weakening. Without the protection of etherization, the granulations crawled along Xilin's skin.

Just like the common plot in the story, everyone gets the ultimate peace before death.

At this moment, Xilin's heart also became inexplicably peaceful. He suspected that it was because of excessive blood loss that his brain became dull... or maybe he really stepped into the despair that he didn't want to believe.

"I still lost..."

Xilin muttered to himself, his face had no expression, but some tears overflowed from his eyes.

Obviously he had tried so hard, and he had already come to this step, but Xilin still couldn't shake this ending. All the anger and hatred will disappear with Xilin's death.

"Okay, Xilin, it's time to go."

Servis walked towards Xilin again, and the materialized ether was wrapped around the blade, like a ball of lightning wrapped around the blade.

"Don't worry, your friends will be with you soon."

Servais lifted the blade, and the dazzling light filled Xilin's empty eyes, like a fire burning the bottomless abyss.

After killing Xilin, the next one is Boluogo, then Palmer, and then all the creatures in the Pillar of King Power.

At first, Servais was worried for a while. Just like Boluogo said, once he used the full power of the Crowned One, he would fall into the ether realm uncontrollably, thus interrupting his relationship with the Kingdom of Slurry. connect.

Now it seems that I have worried too much. Even if I don't use the full power of the crowned person, the strongest glory person in the world like Xilin still has no ability to resist me.

No matter how powerful Xilin is, he is only a glorious one, and he will be a crowned one on the same level as the devil.

After eliminating these threats, Servais just needs to wait here quietly, enjoying the continuous golden blood brought to him by the Kingdom of Coal, until he completely completes his sublimation and becomes the supreme crowned one. .

"Is there anything else you want to say? Xilin."

The cold blade fell gently, and the tip of the sword pointed at Xilin's eye. With a little force, Servais pierced Xilin's eyeball, and the entire eye socket turned into a ball of dirty blood, while Xilin was like nothing. Unfeeling, expressionless.

"It's so boring."

Seeing that Xilin had no reaction, Servais was tired of this cruel killing. He raised the sword again and prepared to stab Xilin's head, completely erasing the overlord's life.

It was also at this moment, the second before death, that a strong anger rose from the bottom of Xilin's heart.

This anger was not burning with Servais or the devils, but setting himself on fire, burning Xilin's own heart.

Xilin cursed, hated, cursed, and scolded himself.

He seemed to want to use the most extreme words in the world to humiliate himself, asking himself why he failed to do all this, why he still failed and ended up like this.

On the eve of his death, Xilin was in pain as he had never experienced before. At the peak of his pain, he suddenly found that time had slowed down.

The falling sword blade in Servais' hand suddenly slowed down a lot, as if time had been slowed down to one thousand percent. At the same moment, an ethereal voice sounded from his mind.

"Xilin."

The voice said, "I will grant your wish."

Xilin turned his head with difficulty and looked in the direction of the sound. In this world where time was almost frozen, he saw a group of dazzling figures standing not far behind Servais.

The remaining pupils tried hard to see those figures clearly. Xilin could barely distinguish some of the faces. They were the past directors of the Bureau of Order, and the golden sculptures on them, which made Xilin even more confused. What Lin found incredible was that among all the figures, he also saw such a deformed and familiar figure.

The third seat said, "Join us, Xilin."

Listening to the familiar voice, Xilin's body trembled slightly. He stared at the third seat in disbelief. An ugly smile also appeared on the ugly face of the third seat.

In a daze, Xilin seemed to understand something. At the same time, there were many things he didn't understand...but those were not important anymore.

Xilin said, "Take it away."

He took a deep breath and shouted with all his strength, "Take whatever you want!"

The frozen time shattered, and those shining figures dissipated like hallucinations. Only the sword blade in Servais's hand descended quickly, but just when it was about to pierce Xilin's forehead, the sword blade suddenly stopped, just touching it. Lived in Xilin's skull.

A clear and sharp cracking sound came from the polished crown on Servais's head.

Servais raised his head in disbelief and saw that the sacred crown was actually spreading a series of crooked cracks. A series of shattering sounds were heard, and many fragments fell off, dissipating like flying fireflies.

"This...this is..."

Servais had some difficulty understanding what was going on, and then, a huge scream resounded from the pillar of royal power under his feet.

The blazing fire sword pierced out from the middle of the Pillar of Kingship, and the deadly flowing fire continued for hundreds of meters before slowly dissipating and extinguishing, leaving only sporadic flames floating in the air.

With the rupture of the core heart, the huge and complex system of the country of jelly once again fell into a brief paralysis, and the power that had been maintaining the ceremony of Servais's coronation was also interrupted, and the golden blood no longer surged. .

"No no no no!"

Amid Servais's hysterical shouts, the light-cast crown continued to shatter and collapse. No matter how he tried to hold it back, it still uncontrollably shattered into a blur of light spots and disappeared.

Xilin witnessed this scene and suddenly laughed.

It is true that he failed to hold Servais back, and was almost killed by Servais, but his failure did not mean that Boluogo failed. This cautious expert completed the task much faster than imagined.

"Hahaha!"

Xilin laughed wildly uncontrollably, and his broken body seemed to be rejuvenated. He raised his only right hand and called out.

From the crumbling ruins, the blood-shifting sword full of cracks came back and was held tightly by Xilin. The thorns on the hilt of the sword pierced out and roughly penetrated Xilin's palm, sucking in his few. of blood.

"Servis, this time, I'm not alone!"

Xilin jumped for joy. He was rarely so happy, let alone laughed in such a desperate situation.

It was an extremely complicated feeling that was rarely experienced. Although he was the only one facing Servis in this desperate situation, Xilin felt that he was not alone. On the contrary, there were thousands of troops standing behind him. horse.

The scarlet cross bloomed in place, engulfing Xilin's broken body, and then Servais waved his sword and cut through the void.

The remaining power of the Crowned One surged within his body, but with the paralysis of the Kingdom of Gel, Servais could not squander much of the Power of the Crowned One, not to mention that his own energy level was also rapidly falling back to glory. By.

"Xilin!"

Servais cursed and shouted, he was obviously about to get everything, but he just missed it.

Under the collapse of power, Servais's giant-like body also shrank quickly. His strong body was no longer strong, but turned back to the appearance of a decayed mummy, with the sword blade stuck messily in his back. Like a jagged skeleton.

The Scarlet Cross erupted from behind Servais, and Xilin jumped out from it, colliding directly with Servais. Amidst the fierce collision and ethereal ripples, Xilin stabbed the blood-shifting sword straight and aimed at it. Servais's throat.

"too slow!"

Servais yelled angrily, tilting his head slightly to dodge Xilin's sword. The two figures crossed each other, and the sword blade in Servais' hand passed through Xilin's body again, stabbing his abdomen into a ball of rotten flesh. , countless flesh sprouts grew wildly, as if a large number of maggots were gnawing at his flesh and blood.

"Do you think you can defeat me?"

Facing Servais's furious roar, Xilin had an ugly smile on his face, "There was no chance before, but it's different now."

Xilin suddenly let go of the blood-shifting sword in his hand and grabbed Servis's throat with his backhand. A manic and evil voice sounded from Xilin's throat, like a curse floating from hell.

He declared, "So what if my legs are broken or my hands are broken!"

Xilin's face was twisted with anger like an evil ghost. He swooped up, bit Servais's shoulder, and forcefully tore off a piece of dry and rotten flesh from it.

As the blood flew, countless blood drops hit Xilin's face. He smiled ferociously, "I still have teeth!"

Xilin spurned Servais's flesh and blood, and the devil's power completely exploded from his body, and his own alchemy matrix burned again. Tracks emitted dazzling light, like hot magma, all over Xilin The remains of the body.

Servais' expression was cold and stiff, his eyes widened. He could not understand why Xilin was already in this state and could still erupt with such vitality. Like a flashback, the alchemy matrix burned blazingly and headed towards the end of destruction.

Blessing, sucking the soul and usurping the soul!

The power from the devil once again acts on Servais. Previously, he wore the supreme crown, and the protection did not have much impact on him. But now, he has fallen back to the level of Glorious One, even if it still remains Even with a certain amount of the crowned person's power, it still cannot stop the erosion of the protection.

In an instant, as if several cold spikes penetrated the critical point of the moment soul, several fatal gaps appeared in Servais's etherification. His own ether was leaking out continuously. They did not return to the heaven and earth, but Wantlessly plundered by Xilin, the dry and exhausted alchemical matrix was once again filled.

"Look, Xilin! What's the difference between you and me now?"

Not to be outdone, Servais sneered, "In order to defeat the slave of the devil, you choose to become the slave of another devil. This is too ridiculous!"

The blades of the swords crisscrossed towards Xilin. Xilin controlled the suspended blood-shifting sword. Scarlet flashes passed by. The blades collided with each other and a series of sparks erupted.

"Servis, there are some things you will never understand."

Xilin smiled. Ever since Boluo Ge succeeded, he had always had this sincere smile on his face, like a redeemed sinner.

"But it's okay! Servais!"

Countless broken secret swords returned from the ruins. They twisted and melted in mid-air. The red molten iron poured onto Xilin's severed hand again, turning into a red-hot iron hand.

Xilin grabbed a piece of molten iron and held it tightly. At the same time, a pitted sword blade full of dents and gaps was unsheathed.

"It's okay! Servis," Xilin shouted repeatedly, "I forgive you, Servis, I forgive your blindness and ignorance. How can you understand me like this?"

The only pupils of Xilin's eyes shone with a dazzling light, as if red-hot gold was melting in his eye sockets, along with the alchemical matrix that Xilin was carrying.

At this moment, the alchemical matrix finally reached its limit and could no longer move forward... But it was enough. Xilin had reached the end of his destiny, and he was satisfied.

"How do you understand the so-called devotion when you are so pathetic?"

Xilin looked at Servis with a pitiful expression. This time, he was no longer angry or roaring, but only had endless sympathy for Servis. His posture seemed to be looking at something extremely pitiful.

Servais was stunned for a moment. It was difficult for him to understand the current situation. He was obviously the supreme being, and Xilin was just a weak person who was about to be killed by him. But now, the weak person actually took pity on the strong person.

A great sense of humiliation surged into Servais's heart. He roared and swung the sword to chop off Xilin's head, but as soon as the sword was raised, it could no longer be brought down.

Fine and sharp friction sounds rang out from Servis' body, and they exploded layer by layer, like a rusted machine trying desperately to start working again.

Xilin looked at Servis with a smile, and released his last strength without saying a word.

Secret Power·Royal Territory.

The ether was boiling like a violent torrent, and the huge power of control was like a mountain that was about to collapse, suddenly pouring on Servis' body.

In the face of this power, Servis had no time to make any counterattacks, and was completely blocked by a dense field. The thousand-pound force indiscriminately suppressed every inch of his skin, his bones wailed, and the ground under his feet collapsed and sank.

Sharp stabbing pains surged from Servis' body like a tide, as if countless sharp blades were ruthlessly cutting his flesh and blood. The metal tremor echoed in his ears, and Servis instantly understood that it was the blades that Xilin had stabbed into his body before that were causing trouble!

Xilin once again activated the power of control, controlling those jagged blades. He turned into a cold executioner, grabbed thousands of sharp swords, mercilessly cut off flesh and blood, broke bones, and hollowed out Servis's internal organs one by one, and his blood was also sucked out!

"This is the continuation of the bloody night!"

Xilin shouted resolutely and fanatically.

Under Xilin's control, the ether condensed into a roaring flame, completely engulfing the two people. The rising ether and the broken blades intertwined with each other, and the pure energy burned everything until it turned into ashes.

The deadly ball of light rose from the ground and annihilated everything it touched.

When the light slowly dissipated, Xilin had completely fallen to the ground, the ether collapsed and ruptured, the blood could not stop overflowing, and the buds also grew wildly, covering most of his body.

But even so, Xilin still didn't want to die like this. He opened his eyes with difficulty and stared at the figure that gradually appeared in the ball of light.

In the center of the annihilation pit, Servis half-knelt down. The blade on his body had disappeared, leaving behind huge scars that were difficult to heal. His skin was cut and bruised all over, and the bright red muscle tissue was directly exposed. The wriggling internal organs and bones were faintly visible.

Servis panted painfully and stood up shakily. The gold on his face had long been melted and flowed away. The epidermis completely disappeared, and the horrible gums were directly exposed.

"Xilin, I still won."

Servis staggered forward. As long as he survived this critical moment, when the core heart healed again and the Kingdom of Solidification started to operate again, he would be able to become the crowned one again and enjoy the supreme power.

But before that, Servis wanted to kill Xilin and completely wipe out this stubborn and hateful guy.

This time Xilin could not resist at all. He just watched Servis walk towards him...

A blazing fire sword pierced out from behind Servis' chest, piercing his spine and heart in one fell swoop.

"Ha...ha..."

Servis' body froze in place, looking at the flaming sword that broke through his chest in horror. He tried to say something, but only bursts of hot air and whimpering came from his throat.

Berogo clenched his teeth and his face was a little pale, but his expression was still extremely ferocious.

Glancing at Xilin who was lying on the ground, Borgo whispered, "You are worthy of being the Overlord Xilin. You can even complete such a fatal mission."

Xilin smiled with difficulty. The wind blew up, and Palmer fell beside Xilin. He tried to rescue Xilin, but when he tried to pick up Xilin's body, he realized how bad Xilin's condition was.

"You...Berogo..."

Servis turned his head with difficulty. He also tried to mobilize the ether and fight to the death, but a series of severe pains exploded from the depths of his soul, forcibly interrupting Servis's actions.

Blogo turned the hilt of the sword violently, and the bite cut a bloody arc, and a raging fire burst out of the wound.

Servis gasped in pain, and a wisp of sparks came out of his throat. When his flesh was hit by this brutal blow, his critical moment of soul was also invaded by Blogo's ether.

Blogo further shattered Servis' critical moment of soul along the fatal scar caused by Xilin, tearing his alchemical matrix like a violent beast, until he was completely destroyed from both the physical and spiritual directions.

"Speaking of which, I have been looking forward to this day for a long time."

Blogo said, and suddenly loosened the hilt of the sword. Servis took this opportunity to turn around and swung an ether sword, trying to split Blogo's body, but what awaited him was a heavy punch.

Although Blogo was still a little weak, after a short rest, he had recovered some of his physical strength. Although this physical strength was not sufficient, it was enough to support his next action.

Blogo stared at Servis in front of him, his muscles tensed, and punched Servis's joints. With a crisp cracking sound, Servis's arm instantly bent at a strange angle, and the etheric sword in his hand also shattered and dissipated, turning into a wisp of light smoke.

Blogo panted, with a strange smile on his face, pulled off the necklace around his neck, and held the cross tightly.

At this moment, Blogo seemed to have returned to that rainy night, continuing the unfinished revenge.

"Hallelujah!"

Blogo shouted excitedly, swinging his fists continuously, hitting Servis' chest and waist fiercely.

Each punch made Servis so painful that he couldn't stand up. His bones broke and healed, healed and broke again. Blog quickly approached Servis' body and swept through with a swift whip kick, knocking Servis to the ground heavily.

Although Servis and Blog were both glorious and possessed supreme power, at this moment, they were like mortals, and fell into a rough hand-to-hand fight after exhausting their strength.

Use teeth, fists, and all imaginable means to put each other to death.

Blog's eyes flashed with fanatical light. He rode on Servis's rotten body, raised his fist, and hit Servis' face again and again.

Blood and minced meat splashed out, staining his fist red.

At first, Servis could barely resist and tried to resist this violent attack, but as Blog's secret power continued to erode his alchemical matrix, his resistance gradually became powerless.

Amid Blog's bizarre Hallelujah shouts, Servis lay on the ground like a corpse, letting Blog's fists fall again and again.

The noise of the battlefield gradually faded away, leaving only Blog's heavy breathing and the sound of continuous punches. When the last punch fell, Servis's face was torn into pieces, and blood gushed out like a stream, leaving only blood stains on the ground.

Blog staggered to his feet and sat down tiredly on the other side. He was not sure whether Servis was dead or the battle was over. He just felt tired and exhausted.

Raising the blood-stained and somewhat deformed circular cross, Blog put it back on his neck and felt an inexplicable sense of relief.

Then, Blog stood up again and staggered to Xilin's side. He had only not seen him for a few minutes, but he did not expect Xilin to have become like this, almost like a corpse.

But Xilin was still alive, as if supported by some kind of obsession, forcibly continuing his life.

"You should be the strongest glory I have ever seen."

Berogo helped Xilin up, raised his hand to call back the Blade, and then stuffed the blade into Xilin's hand.

Xilin could no longer hold the sword, so Berogo simply controlled the broken metal, melted them into iron wire, and wrapped them around his hand, tying the blade to his palm together.

"You are almost the same, and you are also the strongest I have ever seen."

Xilin pulled out a bleak smile and raised Blade with difficulty.

"You helped me, Xilin. Without you... without any of us, we would not have come this far."

Berogo struggled to help Xilin to the fallen Servis. The bastard was not dead yet, and Berogo could hear his weak breathing.

"Now, Xilin, my revenge is over. It's your turn."

Berogo brought Xilin to Servis' side. In the bloody head, there was a scarlet eyeball that noticed Xilin's arrival, and a strange laugh sounded.

Xilin stabbed out a grudge, shattered the eyeball, and pierced the bloody flesh.

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Berogo fell heavily to the ground as if he had lost his strength, and Xilin also fell beside him. In this continuous battle, both of them could not help but reach the limit of collapse.

Berogo was better. No matter how injured he was, as an undead, he could always come back to life, but Xilin was different. In order to buy himself time, his alchemical matrix had melted, and his flesh and blood body was on the verge of death. Now he didn't have much time left.

Xilin said nothing, no last words, no obsession, he was just enjoying this last tranquility and the pleasure of revenge.

Amid Xilin's hoarse laughter, a scarlet spirit emerged from Servis's corpse, which had not yet cooled down. It had no etheric reaction, but only the release of the devil's power.

Blog became alert and grabbed the Bite of Resentment. Palmer on the side also approached quickly and stabbed the spirit with a rapier, but the two people's obstruction was useless. Both the Bite of Resentment and the rapier passed through the spirit as if they hit a group of illusions.

The spirit rushed to Xilin's eyes, and Servis's voice sounded again.

"I am eternal!"

The reason why Servis could live from that long-ago era to the present is that he relied on the gift of Blood Curse given to him by Beelzebub. With this gift, Servis can pass on his will in the blood of his offspring.

Therefore, when each King of Kogader ascends the throne, it is the time for Servis to plunder the next body. As he said, he will be the king of eternity.

In the bloody night, Xilin's father briefly suppressed Servis's will. In order to break the blood curse, he killed all his blood relatives and tried to stop the continuation of Servis's will, but at the last moment, he still couldn't bear to kill Xilin, leaving Servis with the opportunity to continue to survive.

At present, Servis's body is already decaying. He has always been in urgent need of Xilin's body, not to mention that after falling from the rank of the crowned, he was hit by Xilin and Blogo.

But even if this body completely disintegrates, Servis still has a chance of winning, that is, occupying Xilin's body. Even if Xilin's body is also damaged, as long as he can continue his will for a short time, Servis believes that he can always find a way to survive, just like before.

Xilin noticed Servis's intention. At this time, he still had that pitying smile on his face.

Servais couldn't help shouting, "What are you laughing at!"

The scarlet spirit body crashed into Xilin's body, and the evil power bit into Xilin's will.

Xilin seemed to be indifferent to pain. He kept smiling and ignored Servais completely. Instead, he looked at Boluogo and said.

"Bologo..."

Xilin waved goodbye, "I will witness you."

The last ray of ether was burned out, Xilin closed his eyes calmly, his muscles relaxed, and he lay flat on the ground, as if he was asleep.

Boluogo was stunned for a moment, then he raised his resentment and swung his sword to completely crush Xilin's body and prevent Servis from returning.

As soon as the resentful bite was waved, the scarlet spirit broke away from Xilin's body, and Servais screamed miserably.

Just when Boluogo was confused, a loud roar came from above his head. The huge body of the Ten Thousand Ones crushed the layers of ruins, and the golden figures suddenly descended on the battlefield.

"No...no, give him back to me!"

Servais roared, but no matter how much he cried out for mercy, he couldn't stop it from happening.

The successive directors of the Order Bureau held up Xilin's body, as if conducting a great funeral, and took Xilin's body to the golden high platform of the One among All.

Servais could only watch their departure. The scarlet spirit struggled, and the eye-catching red light gradually faded, and finally disappeared like a touch of paint washed away by water.

Boluogo looked at the high platform in a daze. At some point, a familiar face appeared in Lin Li's figure.

"Is the knot... over?"

Palmer also noticed the changes on the high platform. A brand new sculpture rose from the ground, with a lifelike appearance, as if he was not dead yet.

Taking a long breath, Palmer looked at Boluogo for help. Even now, he still feels unreal.

One legendary existence after another came to the world, and then fell one after another...

"The battle in the material world is over," Bologo coughed painfully, "but the battle in the ethereal world has just begun."

After paying such a high price, Boluogo and Xilin could only temporarily paralyze the country of gel and kill Servis. There were still many enemies waiting for them, not to mention in the ethereal realm. And the final battle between the devils.

Boluogo blinked hard again, trying to wake himself up more. The muscles all over his body were experiencing unbearable soreness, the ether was almost exhausted, and the alchemical matrix was full of dense cracks.

Even in this state, Boluogo still clenched his resentment stubbornly and searched around the ruins. He had just solved one of the chosen ones, and there was another more difficult chosen one who was not dead...

"Are you looking for me?"

A strange yet familiar voice suddenly sounded from behind Boluogo.

Boluogo turned around quickly and decisively wielded the Grudge, but the opponent was faster than him. The solid ether sword directly penetrated Boluogo's chest, annihilating his heart and spine together.

The etheric sword extinguished and solidified again. The blade crossed Bologo's shoulder from one side and chopped off half of his body. Bologo no longer had any means to deal with it, and he fell heavily to the ground. Blood splattered everywhere.

Boluogo looked up at the approaching figure, and in the flashing arc of electricity, the figure of the Silent Man appeared.

"M... Mammon?"

"Oh? You actually recognized me."

The Silent Man showed a stiff smile. He was Mammon's chosen one, and he was also a mindless puppet completely controlled by Mammon.

"What, are you surprised?"

The Silent One spoke and bowed gently, revealing a crown of light.

Blood poured out of Bologg's throat continuously, and his eyes gradually became blurred. Palmer beside him couldn't help but hold his breath.

At this time, Palmer belatedly discovered that the Silent Ones had disappeared from the battlefield for some time. They all seemed to be dead... only one person was left dead.

The Silent Man raised the etheric sword again, glanced at Servais's piece of rotten flesh, and said sarcastically, "Theoretically, I am the first person to be crowned in the world, but until today, I have never been willing to wear it. It’s just a crown.”

Unlike Servais, his coronation requires the country of jelly to sacrifice the entire Kogadel Empire and use the endless philosopher's stone to support himself beyond the critical point, but all the Silent One needs is to be unified. Can.

"Goodbye, Boluogo...oh, wait, maybe we will meet again, after all, you are an immortal."

The Silent Man said, looking at Palmer, and then at the collapsed One of Ten Thousands, he whispered, "You should be the one to say goodbye to them."

After speaking, the Silent One cut off Bologo's throat with a sword. The power of the crowned person exploded, and Bologo's entire body exploded into a ball of blood.

In the sticky blood, only a few rags and a broken necklace were left, and the Resentful Bite and Brutal Saw ax lay powerlessly aside, just like ordinary weapons.

Boluogo died just like that, turning into minced meat on the ground without any resistance.

Palmer's face was pale, and big drops of sweat were dripping from his forehead. Before he could make any unnecessary movements, the Silent Man looked at Palmer... In the ethereal realm where the wind and snow were blowing, Mammon Look at Hill who is not far away.

Now, the vast ice field has turned into a broken land under the desperate struggle of the devils. Dirty and sticky tar has filled the cracks in the ice. The ether roared and stirred up, setting off a series of strange phenomena.

"Look, Hill," Mammon shouted, "you are about to lose, and all your efforts will be in vain!"

As long as the Silent One kills Palmer in the material world and completely wipes out all the Ones, then the balance of victory will tilt towards Mammon... Yes, only Mammon.

With the death of Servais, the kingdom of jelly also lost its meaning of existence, and Beelzebub's competitiveness in the subsequent disputes was greatly weakened. This was exactly what Mammon wanted.

Hill did not answer Mammon's words, but raised his head and looked at the huge gap not far away.

The gap torn by Hill is eating away at the Pillar of King Power bit by bit. Currently, more than half of the Pillar of King Power has been dragged into the etheric realm. Soon, the entire Pillar of King Power will sink here.

"You know, what's the biggest difference between humans and devils? Mammon."

Hill suddenly asked, but before Mammon could answer, Hill started asking and answering himself again.

"The biggest difference between humans and devils is that devils are driven by their own desires. No matter how hard the devil tries, he cannot transcend the limitations of his own desires. Human beings are different. When they are pursuing certain lofty goals, they will react. It is human nature and anti-desire to do things that we devils consider irrational.”

Hill evokes that heavy virtue.

"Devotion."

"The will to devote oneself to a noble cause is so stubborn. Even if human beings die or turn into something else, the stubborn will belonging to human beings will still move forward unswervingly until they achieve that magnificent goal. Vision."

Hill turned his head and looked at the Pillar of King Power sinking into the ether again... No, he was not looking at the Pillar of King Power at all, but at the ten thousand feet of light rising behind the Pillar of King Power.

He shouted loudly, "How long will you continue to sink!"

As if hearing Hill's call, the blazing storm approached the battlefield, the thousands of surging streams of light surrounded and rose, and the overwhelming ether stirred up layers of wind and snow.

The surging power from the secret source not only intervened in the battle between demons, but also poured into the material world through the cracked gap.

The Silent Man had just grabbed an etheric sword and was about to cut Palmer in half, but he saw endless streams of light pouring out from the crack below, almost covering the Pillar of Kingship, and burning in the night sky. Blazing white fire.

"This moment has finally come."

A tired voice came from not far away. Palmer turned his head and looked. Nathaniel on the golden platform also followed the direction of the sound. The Silent Man stared at the figure walking out of the blood. He was in dilapidated condition, but He still straightened his back and maintained his stubborn dignity and etiquette.

Half of Albert's face was covered with fleshy sprouts, but the half of his face that was exposed still showed a sincere smile.

He opened his hands with all his strength and shouted with joy.

"Everyone, the time of dedication has come!"

In an instant, the Ten Thousand Ones trembled violently, as if it was about to collapse. The huge body exploded one after another, and tons of blood and internal organs poured out. At the same time, the golden sculptures that stood in the rows also burst open. There were cracks, and light shone in them, as if something was trying to break free.

Albert enjoyed this final moment, and he was grateful that he could witness it all.

So Albert's tired body fell heavily, and the flesh sprouts completely swallowed him up, but in the blood, a streak of light rose up.

Stream after stream of light gushed out from the golden sculpture and from the bodies of thousands of people, like a swarm of fireflies, thousands of lights rising up and jumping for joy.

Palmer raised his head vigorously and stared at the rising light. In the hazy outline, he saw familiar faces one after another.

"Albert...Xilin..."

Palmer whispered the names.

The souls that had been stored by One of All since its birth were completely released this time. They followed the blood contract with the secret source and dedicated their precious souls to the blazing storm.

Also dedicated are the countless wills and unyielding obsessions.

The secret source vibrated and excited, and in that chaotic storm, the souls of thousands of people rubbed against each other, and the first spark of thought flashed out since ancient times.

The spark is fleeting——

The fire of thoughts ignited from the depths of the secret source, and the hazy consciousness became clear. After this endless time, it finally recalled who it was.

It is Albert, it is Xilin, it is the successive directors of the Bureau of Order, it is the countless sacrificed staff, it is the scholars who have dedicated their lives since the fall of the Holy City...

It is the source of all sublime beings and the only remaining virtue in original sin.

It is the only one among all.

The secret source roared forward, and thousands of wind and snow enveloped the pillar of royal power, drowning everything that belonged to the devil.