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The suffocating stench, the smell of blood that will never dissipate for thousands of years, and the stain of sin that will never be removed.

Solomon's eagle-like eyes with dark circles stared at the interrogation room where countless strange torture instruments were hung. He was not chained, he was just thrown into this small space, as if Neilong and Etrigan wanted to let him go. He fends for himself.

But the reality is that two demons needed Solomon.

Solomon knew this very well, and he also knew that these two soulless, filthy creatures were determined to take the throne occupied by the First Fallen.

And the power that comes with that throne, the power of sin and corruption.

The iron door opened again, and this time it was not the jailer with three heads who came, but Neilong himself. He was wearing jet black metal armor, with his cape fluttering, and his tall and sturdy body cast a large shadow, but that was just a disguise, because the devil had no shadow, and the shadow now was the extension of the power of the inner dragon, and the nine The shadow of the head swayed like a poisonous snake in the Garden of Eden.

Neilong stood at the door and looked at the rotten food on the table with his dead eyes without pupils. It was food eaten by humans. Neilong specially prepared it, which was enough to show his sincerity.

But Solomon knew what the devil's sincerity meant.

"Mr. Solomon... you really admire me the most." Neilong walked into the interrogation room. He still had that sly smile, and the face disguised as a human was extremely hypocritical. "Such a devout belief, I'm afraid even God Everyone will be moved to tears!"

Solomon sat on the chair and glared at Neilong fiercely. He did not say a word. There was no expression on his thin, unshaven face. His injuries had healed, and his strong will supported his weakening body. He knew that he He will not die because his judgment has not yet been completed. He is a spear in the hands of God. He will defend justice in the world. He cannot fall before all sins and injustices are swept away. He must move forward bravely.

"Listen, we don't have time to continue the stalemate, it's a mess outside!" Part of the smile on Neilong's face disappeared, and he walked to the blood-stained table and said, "The First Fallen are winning, the Angel Legion broke up, because the armies of the New Gods were attacking the City of Silver, and they suddenly showed up, and even the Father of New Creation joined the war. You know, he was the Shepherd of God, and he got A gift from the Source, but now he’s siding with Darkseid.”

Solomon listened to these shocking news from Nelong like a clay statue. He was unwavering because he knew that this just meant that there were more sinners on his judgment list.

"Michael is dead." Neilong leaned down while placing his thick hands on the table. He brought the pale face under the golden curly hair in front of Solomon, "The whereabouts of Genesis are now unknown, not only on the physical level, but now everything The rules are broken, and once the Silver City falls, the entire creation will be destroyed. What else can you judge? Think about it, Solomon, the sinners you judge will be sent to hell, and then there will be no hell If you die, God will die."

Solomon suddenly took action, and his movement was so fast that only an afterimage was left. The knife had now cut open the skin under Neilong's neck, and black blood flowed out gurglingly. The inner dragon didn't move. He just grinned provocatively and bared his sharp fangs. Solomon didn't move either. He raised his free left hand. The back and palm of his hand were burned with strange scars by the flames. , that was Solomon's seal. The five-pointed star array penetrated deeply into Solomon's flesh and blood. He regarded himself as a seal. This was an extremely crazy move, but Solomon didn't care. He could ignore all risks in order to achieve his goal.

Because that's what he was born for.

The table knife is also engraved with sacred runes that are not easy to detect. As long as it continues to advance half an inch, the inner dragon's blood will boil.

"You scum that blasphemes the holy name! Be careful, all your tricks will bring you destruction!" Solomon said coldly, "You are only alive because I need a weapon and a guide. Your sacrifice It will be your final salvation! Be grateful, bastard! At least you can repent at the last moment!"

"Haha..." Neilong laughed. He didn't care about Solomon's threat at all. His pair of dead eyes were even more dazzling, but he was not that powerful. He couldn't surpass the First Fallen. Solomon knew this.

But why is Neilong so confident?

Solomon noticed something strange. He no longer waited. He knew the meaning of long nights and long dreams. With a slight movement of his mind, he wanted to insert the knife directly into the neck of the inner dragon and directly seal the demon duke.

But Solomon didn't hand over the knife. His arm was shaking, but he couldn't push it forward at all.

Solomon frowned slightly. In an instant, he thought of something, and his eagle-like eyes immediately looked at the shadow at his feet.

Now, Solomon's shadow and the inner dragon's shadow are entangled.

It is indeed the evil power, but this is impossible. There are more sacred runes engraved on my body. My body is even integrated with the Kalabar Tree of Life. Those filthy evil forces cannot corrode it at all. My soul……

"Don't you understand yet, Mr. Solomon?" Neilong raised a finger and gently pushed away the table knife that Solomon was still holding tightly in his hand. He straightened up, and the black blood on his neck suddenly seemed disgusting. It burrowed back into the flesh like maggots, and the skin healed quickly. He stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Solomon condescendingly, "I said, the power of heaven is weakening, God... is dying, and the power of the source will return. Taixu, and you...you are just the last echo of God's will, you are just a shadow, a humble and insignificant shadow."

Solomon saw the nine shadow snakes beginning to spread up his legs. They bound Solomon and tried to crush Solomon's bones as they tightened.

"My invitation will not change, Mr. Solomon." Neilong looked at his prisoner, "You can still do something for the City of Silver. I just want you to see the facts clearly. Your crazy behavior will make me The plan failed. Hell cannot be destroyed, and the same goes for the City of Silver. I am not a lunatic like Lucifer or the First Fallen. I have never peeked at heaven, I only want hell. So... help me, help the City of Silver. City, you may be able to regain the light of hope, and perhaps God will return. Now, choose, Son of David, and remember that your own will may lead to the greatest disaster."

"No compromise, bastard!" Solomon hissed, his left hand suddenly broke free from the restraints, and the fingers that were crushed by the inner dragon's shadow shook strangely and stretched out towards the inner dragon, but the next second, that arm It exploded into a bloody mist.

"What a pity..." Solomon sighed softly. He shook his head and raised his arms.

"Wait!" Outside the interrogation room, a woman's shadow swayed and lengthened under the flames.

Neilong turned around.

"I will let him join." Mazekin's figure with half a silver mask stood proudly at the door. She was wearing more lightweight clothes, with the Lilith Blade pinned to her waist. "We can't waste anything. A little help, what you and I want is the death of the First Fallen! We must win!"