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I always think this is inevitable.

Look at the road under your feet and the cities passing by, although this is just a shadow in a parallel reality.

Solomon walked on a path paved with rotting corpses, the bones pulled out of the flesh and used as decorations to celebrate his victory. The densely packed skulls and disgusting welcome signs were all made of broken bones, and the heads were shaped into magnificent and grotesque statues.

The slime of your soul drags at your feet with every step you take, and the stench of hell saturates your lungs with every breath you take.

But it's not just the dead here.

Solomon saw those extremely vicious thugs, whether they were madmen in Gotham, magicians walking in the darkness, or alien criminals, they all knelt at the feet of the army of hell, and they were willing to associate with filth.

This group of garbage was transformed by hell. The contract between them and the "First Fallen" gave them power beyond before. They were immersed in the pleasure and killing brought by power. They had already lost themselves and were buried in sin. .

Looking up, Solomon even saw a huge man-made planet like a dark cloud. It was the "War World", a planet-like mobile fortress. Its owner, Mongo, had conquered a thousand worlds. Now he, his army, and slaves They all also joined the army of hell.

Solomon suddenly saw a huge human head stuck on the spikes above the tilted tower covered with human skin. Next to the head was the remains of a body with all its internal organs and intestines pulled out to dry.

It seems that Meng Ge is still a hero, at least he did not kneel to the "First Fallen" during his lifetime. But his soul still belongs to hell, and he will suffer severe torture until he bows to the "First Fall" in pain and is willing to be driven by it.

"You can't win, Son of David." Gareb whispered plaintively while pretending to be escorting Solomon. "The First Fallen's methods are astounding! Do you think he uses tyranny to lure those souls into working for him? "

"We'll see." Solomon continued to move forward with a gloomy face. With his bare feet, he felt the last struggles and fears of the dead under his feet. They all died in vain, and they all needed a fair trial result.

The "First Fallen" is certainly not that kind of vicious thug, nor is he a demon. He understands the rules of business, and he also knows how to use these businesses to earn souls. The most important thing is that the "First Fallen" is a pragmatist. He is not the greedy capitalist of Mammon. What he wants is the army and power. What he gives is the same thing, but he will add a vision, a A vision of dividing the world after victory.

This is the simple but applicable method of the "First Fallen", because he knows that in this battle with heaven, those fallen souls will become pawns and die under the sacred flames of the army of heaven.

If no one survives, there will be no need to repay any future reward.

The army of hell is still growing. The recruiting game of the "First Fallen" is still going on in other universes, and the greed of human nature will lead every world to hell.

"Brother Gareb!" A joking and gloomy voice suddenly appeared from the shadow of the slaughterhouse nearby.

Solomon glanced sideways and saw a burly man wearing tight-fitting silver and black armor, with a thick ink-like cloak fluttering. The guy had long golden hair, and except for the whites of his eyes, he looked the same as a human being.

Gareb suddenly knelt down on one knee nervously, "Lord Neilong!"

A demon duke.

Solomon had also heard this terrifying name in the human world, a new king of lies, an insidious villain who helped the "First Fall" kill Belial and took the opportunity to rise to power.

"You're going to the 'Hall of Judgment', right?" Neilong smiled and walked up to Gareb and Solomon. His dead eyes did not look at Gareb, but he kept looking at Solomon with interest, "This Who is the prisoner? Can he actually meet my king?"

"Uh... this..." Gareb was at a loss and lied carefully, "This is a guy who is eager to serve hell. He hopes to sign a contract with my king..."

"Oh? There's no need to go to such trouble. You know, I have the power to act on my behalf." Neilong stretched out his big hand and grabbed Solomon's chin, then roughly raised Solomon's head to observe, "A madman... Haha, I It can be seen that he is indeed qualified to be a warrior of hell. Go back to the cell, Gareb, he is left to me!"

"But..." Gareb was a little panicked, because he had an agreement with Solomon. If he didn't send Solomon to the "First Fall", he would be in danger again.

"Do you want to disobey my order? Or are you hiding something secret with this mortal?" Neilong finally turned to look at Gareb, "This soul is mine, Gareb, and I am loyal to my king, and I also I will fulfill my obligations, so get lost, Gareb!”

Gareb shrank his lizard-like head in fear, backed away tremblingly, then turned around and walked away.

Neilong put his arm around Solomon's shoulders. He smiled and guided Solomon to follow him, "You are not from this earth, are you? Because there are not many humans left on this earth, and we only have some women left. And children, of course, this is not out of kindness or hope for follow-up troops, this is the ultimate battle, it won't last long, we just need some entertainment, you know, demons like women and children, they There’s a lot of fun and service to be had.”

Solomon's cold eyes stared at the inner dragon. Anger surged in his heart. The hands behind his back had already grown new flesh and blood. The ancient blood magic caused pain all over his body, but he needed his hands. He had to Can hold the weapons of judgment.

"You are not one of those guys who went to hell because of fear or greed. I am the king of lies, and I can see through all lies. You are an assassin, brother." Neilong led Solomon to the locked door. A tower with several rotting corpses, "What you want is to kill the First Fallen."

"And you also want to kill him, Neilong." Solomon said bluntly.

"I like your straightforwardness, it makes our business much easier!" Neilong grinned, and he led Solomon into the smelly tower. In the dim space, several chandeliers were burning and swaying. The firelight, blood and corpse oil made a sizzling sound.

The dirty walls hung with internal organs and tattered leather were cracked and black, and some goat-headed demons were making something out of the dried corpses.

The inner dragon continues to lead Solomon toward the spiral staircase, where there appears to be a path leading underground.

"It's hard to fight alone, Your Excellency Solomon." Neilong smiled as he walked, "We should become temporary allies."

"I never make a deal with the devil! I will not be your ally either!" As he approached the spiral staircase, Solomon broke free of the hanging shackles and grabbed Neilong's neck with great speed. , the cold light in his eyes fell on Neilong's face, "I will only kill you, bastard! Judge your crimes for the souls that were bewitched and ruined by you!"

"Haha..." Nei Longhuan smiled carelessly, "Your tricks and exorcisms are meaningless to me, even if you know my real name. Because before that, you will be killed!"

The hot air flow quickly approached from behind Solomon. When Solomon rolled his eyes, he caught a glimpse of an ugly red and yellow monster with a hunched body.

"The heart is higher than the sky, but the life is thinner than paper!" The demon Etrigen stared with blood-red eyes and opened his big mouth spitting out disgusting mucus, while the edge of the flaming sword approached Solomon's neck.

"You want your judgment, I want my throne." Neilong stared at the pale dead eyes and smiled, "Your Excellency Solomon, son of David, hope is running out, and justice sometimes... can also take a detour, you You will discover the truth that different paths lead to the same destination!”