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Solomon is just a name and nothing else...

The sky was filled with yellow sand, and three blood-red suns reflected the wasteland filled with bones. In the heat wave, Solomon's tattered black suit fluttered in the wind. He loosened his tie, and the blood-stained shirt almost stuck to his skin.

Solomon struggled with the strong wind. He walked staggeringly into the wind. The crooked tombstones and withered hands seeping out of the dry and cracked soil became the strangest background.

This is the shadow center scattered by the fifth source of matter. This is the body of the Chaos Demon Gorav. The eternal fire spits out venom. It is the source of pain. It is the embodiment of torture and tyranny. This is the opposite of righteous judgment, a kind of Extreme sarcasm.

Gorav reveals the truth behind so-called justice to all mystics who walk this path.

Everything is a lie, and the trial is just a reason fabricated by the owner of power when he is enslaving and committing violence. Just like these poisonous fires, they are ruthless, cold-blooded, and crazy. They are just an extension of desire, the insatiable killing and An excuse for cruel torture.

The lingering sobs in the strong wind are like the painful cries of souls from countless worlds. They are trying to tell Solomon that he is just an empty shell, a container carrying tyrannical desires, a blindly obedient bastard and a selfish madman.

They told Solomon that everything was his delusion. God had never regarded him as his judge. He was just imagining. He just couldn't control his violent nature. He was just looking for a reasonable excuse and motivation to live. .

Solomon is just a name and nothing else...

But Solomon still came in, his heart had almost stopped beating, and the poisonous fire was burning in his blackened chest. They almost replaced the heart and blood. They also transformed Solomon, because he was a sacrifice, he was A dark pilgrim, he leads to destruction, to the end.

No matter what, Solomon's thin and gloomy face still stared, he would not change easily, his will was almost constant.

Or... it is not his own will at all, because Solomon is just a name, he is nothing, he is filled with the will of God, he is just a puppet in action, he has no self-soul, he is willing to dedicate himself, he It is the judgment itself.

Really...is that so?

"You should remember, Solomon." A dark and dirty shadow emerged from the center of the three blood-red suns. It looked like a poisonous snake, but its head was the same as Solomon's. It grinned wide and dripped thick venom. "You should remember how you were born."

Solomon did not say a word. He continued to walk, but the blood vessels continued to spread toward the sky from the tombstone and the cracked coffin. They divided the wind-ravaged earth, divided the sky and the fire. The silhouette-like picture formed a long-lasting memory.

"What did your father David do?" The shadow hung upside down from the sky, and he hissed and mocked, "You should remember your mother Bathsheba's one-night affair with David, but Bathsheba was not originally David’s wife, she was the wife of Uriah the warrior, she was equally guilty, she and David were both guilty.”

Solomon's face was expressionless, of course he remembered, he remembered everything from the moment he was born. At this time, the shadow broke away from the snake-like body, and it turned into a child in front of Solomon, with a bright smile still on its dark face, "David sent Uriah to the front line. To cover up his crime, Uriah died in battle.”

This was David's sin, and this was Solomon's first judgment.

"The first son of David and Bathsheba only lived seven days, and you are their second son." The shadow mocked, "You are the son of sin born between them! Solomon! You are the filth itself. , you are a symbol of uncleanness! The voice you hear is not from God, it is your imagination! You killed your father! You took away his throne! You killed all of David's descendants! "

Solomon is just a name.

"The world praises the kingdom you rule! You have brought a glorious era! The world praises you for your fairness and selflessness! But what they don't know is that your power and your rule come from hell!" The black shadow ghost Following Solomon, the world around them was becoming extremely narrow, with more blood vessels dividing the world, and flames were burning in every space, along with all the history that was happening there, burning brightly, "You Let demons wreak havoc in your kingdom! You let the clouds of hell hang over the kingdom! You use fear to make the world bow to you! Your knowledge of demons leads the world to the whirlpool of wealth! Admit it, Solomon! You are just a sinner! A sinner! A sinner like your father! Your resurrection from the dead is not a gift from God, but a curse of decay and filth! You belong here, belong to me! This is your destination! What you really play is no longer Solomon, you will become Gorav! Become Chaos! Become the arbiter who burns everything!”

Solomon suddenly stopped. Under the raging wind, he raised his old and gloomy head, and his bloodshot eyes under the black eye sockets stared at the black shadow, "It turns out that I have found you a long time ago, Gorav. What a long journey... …I passed the path I took, but did you make a mistake?”

The black shadow swayed, the sticky filth continued to drip, and the stains dripping on the ground became brand new poisonous fire.

"Solomon is just a name." Solomon said dryly. He raised his right hand, and a metal head suddenly appeared on the scarred hand. The ruby ​​on his right eye shone brightly, "He is a role I need to play. , he is an indispensable part of walking on this path, however... His goal has never been you, Gorav. His goal is me, because I am the twenty-third letter, Article 23 Path, I am the line that connects birth and death.”

The black shadow suddenly swelled, and four arms stretched out. He grabbed Solomon, but he trembled at the same time, "I saw life! They were trembling in your hands! Who are you? You are not part of us! But You possess the power of great darkness! What exactly are you? You cannot define me in my realm! Deny me!"

"I am just a new path." Solomon's face flew up like sand, and another oriental face gradually appeared.

Solomon is just a name and nothing else.

A sharp flash came through the air, and it quickly chopped into Gorav's dark arm, and then stabbed into the broken earth between the two.

"This is impossible! Solomon sacrificed himself! Where is he?" The black shadow grew taller and taller in the strong wind, but he was trembling, he felt something strange, and he even had a hint of fear.

At this time, all the silhouette-like people rushed out from all the spaces separated by black blood vessels. They rushed towards Gorav like ghosts locked in souls.

Chen Yu pulled out the Leviathan blade, and the mecha man's head in his right hand slowly rose into the sky, "Solomon is on another path, and he doesn't belong to you either, Gorav. What he has been looking for is me. , this is the legacy left by the briadach! I receive it now! He opened a new path for the entire creation!"

Chen Yu raised the Leviathan Blade, his eyes flashing with dark fire. He escaped from the malevolent prison of Mandrake. It was Loki's lies and Solomon's sacrifice that reshaped him from the shadow of chaos.

He is the twenty-third path.

The briadach saw life and death, and he had been planning it all, even to the point of sacrificing himself.

"You are a great Lilim, briadach!" Chen Yu raised his sword and stabbed the ruby ​​​​containing the cocoon in the mecha man's right eye. "You will not be forgotten! Never!"

Gorav screamed.

However, life began to bloom. For a moment, all the blood vessels in the entire space were broken, and countless souls shot into the sky like meteors, like a grand fireworks.