The beautiful boy who was reborn in the dark world of women

Chimera tore off the gray robe that wrapped around his body, revealing his cruel and violent true self.

A lion's head, a goat's body, a python's tail, and all kinds of strange and weird distorted organs that seem to be only found in the abyss.

The heads of three animals appear together on this extremely strange body, and the various features combined together appear extremely coordinated and natural.

It's as if it was born that way!

This is Chimera.

According to modern records, there is a disaster on earth that brutally hunts all living things.

Its dignity is far beyond the reach of ordinary gods and demons. There are even rumors that it was born from a certain pregnancy of the Great Mother Earth, and this is not without basis.

Its three heads are engraved on the stone gate leading to the palace of Persephone, the goddess of death.

This indicates that it is not just a monster under Echid's command, but perhaps it has also served as the guard of the God of the Dead?

At this moment, the last palace of the royal capital was shaking violently, and countless hideous tentacles and thorns were colliding and fighting violently.

On the other hand, the gods and evil spirits left behind by the outside world to resist should have been killed or injured, and the Lord of Purgatory may come at any time.

But Chimera remained unhurried, and the pupils of the three heads revealed cruel gentleness.

It spread its arms and did not dodge the moth wings that were shot towards it like a storm, allowing its body to be pierced by holes.

But after only a moment, the flesh and blood squirmed and returned to its original state. The head on the Chimera's chest opened its mouth, and crimson fire and hot black smoke spewed out.

In the thick smoke, countless roaring evil spirits were released and rushed towards Frey to bite her.

Frey's body disintegrated into a white tide of moths, shuttling through the countless raging thorns and flesh tentacles in the palace.

Although the Chimera had no wings, it had other ways. The octopus tentacles dancing around it spread out like ropes wrapped around the beams of the dome, pulling its body up like a cannonball and chasing after it.

The goat's head was spewing deadly hellfire non-stop, and the eyes on the python's head were flashing a dim vision, and any moth it saw was petrified and fell to the ground.

Soon, most of the white moth group disappeared, and Frey's figure briefly appeared in the sky, with the moth wings behind her glowing with golden light.

brush--

A golden light flashed from top to bottom, and Frey's afterimage remained in the same place. The goat head spewing evil fire suddenly fell to the ground with a snap, and bounced twice like a ball.

“Hiss… it hurts.”

But the lonely goat's head rolled a few times, still with its mouth open, speaking as if complaining.

"Little Moth, you did a great job!"

Chimera exclaimed, and its octopus-like suction tentacles hooked the goat's head that had fallen to the ground from a distance, pulled it, and pulled it back in front of it.

As if wearing a piece of jewelry, the goat's head was reconnected to the broken part of his chest, fitting perfectly. He even twisted his neck twice, indicating that he was not feeling well.

This guy has gotten rid of the defects of his flesh and blood body.

"Little moth, why don't you continue?"

Chimera smiled gently and did not launch an attack, but waited for Frey to attack first. This attitude was extremely arrogant, like an elder teaching a younger generation.

"Do you really think I can't kill you?"

Frey said coldly, and the Emperor's Wings behind her fully unfolded, completely covering the dome of the entire palace.

A huge shadow enveloped the Chimera. The ancient evil god looked up, as if he saw a pale sun slowly rising, which was about to completely submerge it in the ocean of light.

The three heads exclaimed "Wow" at the same time, and the scorn on their faces faded, revealing instead joyful and bloodthirsty smiles.

"This is right!"

Chimera laughed loudly, without any fear at all, and faced the pale sun. Wild roars and sharp sword sounds continued to vibrate and explode from the light!

Meanwhile, down below, the battle between Unicorn and Kosice was much more elegant.

The two sides faced each other, allowing the blood thorns and flesh vines that guarded their bodies to fight wildly, while they stared at each other quietly.

Although it seems silent, the battle between the divinities in secret never stops.

At this time, Kosice had turned into a monster made of mud. The broken scarlet eye was embedded in the head of the mud, flowing with blood-like light to maintain its original outline.

On its huge body, the faces of snake people appeared and sank, like a quagmire that swallowed up all the snake people.

But even so, its manners were still elegant and graceful. Although the facial features of that face, which belonged to Cosice, were almost blurred, its narrow and deep eyes still exuded a calm light.

The arrogant and indifferent emperor still exists, supported by the souls of thousands of snake people, and is about to ascend to the supreme throne.

The evil lord of souls.

The numerous souls in Cocice's hands are like unique notes, which he gracefully directs to compose them into a cruel piece of music.

Every pious prayer, every sad cry, and every heart-wrenching roar that echoes in the palace contains invisible soul power and malice.

They vowed to drag Lor into the abyss of despair.

The unicorn had an expressionless face, and a faint silver light lingered around its body, forming a barrier to protect it. Although it did not show any signs of defeat for the time being, it was actually sweating profusely in secret.

When Cosice decided to live and die together with the snake people, the snake people's worship and trust in it reached an unprecedented peak.

This fanatical emotion is completely immune to the domestication of the divinity of love. For thousands of years, suffering and desperate souls have become Cocce's loyal servants, allowing it to command and control them.

The unicorn was relying on its natural divinity to hold on, but this was not what it was good at after all...

"Being able to do this is enough to make me proud."

In the turbid mud, the overlapping voices of the snake people were heard, and the monster commented, not sparing his praise.

"Such a young soul, yet you have been able to fight against me till now. You reminded me of those brave warriors who came to defeat me. There were also some with outstanding talents among them, but most of them were limited by their age and could not realize their potential..."

"If I give them more time, they might really kill me... If I give you more time, maybe..."

It seemed to be expressing regret, but also joy. Countless expressions appeared on countless faces, and finally a cruel smile was revealed.

"Forget it, you'd better die here--"

"Sinking into the silence called eternity."

Requiem for the Divinity of the Soul.

A misty and ethereal singing voice sounded from a faraway place, and countless souls sang sadly together, singing the elegy for the demise of the snake people.

The song echoed in the palace, and even the two people who were fighting in the sky separated and looked down vigilantly.

The unicorn, who was the first to be hit, simply stood there in a daze, with a deep trance appearing in his round pupils.

What's wrong with me……

As soon as this thought came to mind, the unicorn fell into a deep sleep.

The song directly passed through the protection of natural divinity and reached the depths of the soul.

That is the fate of being displaced, the despair of falling into the abyss, and the inevitable destruction.

These extreme sorrows were sung by the snake people as elegies, and anyone or anything that listened would sink with them.

Even unicorns are no exception.

"Lol, Lol!"

Frey looked at the unicorn in a trance in the sky and called out anxiously. She was about to go down to support it, but the figure of the Chimera blocked her way again.

It relied on countless twisting tentacles to fix its body in mid-air and gave Frey a victorious smile.

"Unfortunately, it looks like that side is about to end..."

Without the control of the unicorn, Bloodthorn could only spontaneously attack living things close to its body, but was unable to defend against attacks from a deeper level, the soul.

Kosice bowed slightly, his demeanor remained the same, and a deep light flowed in his eyes floating in the mud, and the despair and hatred locked in his body overflowed like a surging tide.

A black needle slowly floated out from the muddy body.

Slender, sharp, and flowing with a decayed luster.

This is the magic needle that embodies the divine attainments of its lifelong soul. It does not harm the body, but only targets the soul.

Once hit, any soul will be dissolved by the extreme poison contained in it.

My child, your journey is over.

It sighed, as if mourning for the dead, just like it whispered softly every time it defeated the brave warriors who came to attack it.

"Taste this despair and hatred that has accumulated over thousands of years."

The black needle floated in the air, and with the whisper it fell into the air, instantly shooting towards the defenseless unicorn.

As long as it hits, everything is over.

Under Frey's gaping gaze, in the cold and silent lullaby, in the Chimera's rampant laughter.

A distant light descended upon the palace.

Kosich's pupils slightly opened, and the faces of the countless snake people in his body showed surprise and astonishment.

In the pure golden light, the unicorn disappeared, and instead, there appeared a young man in a pure white robe.

Just by standing there, he made the dark throne room bright and clear.

The young man raised his hand and gently pinched the imminent black needle as if picking up a flower.

The desperate emotions of tens of thousands of snake people whistled out from the needle, trying to break the boy's mind, but he looked calm.

Like an immovable reef facing the surging waves, it remains calm.

The essence and the incarnation are different.

What kind of past there is will determine what kind of flowers will bloom.

The unicorn is emotionally indifferent, more warlike, and better at fighting than Lor. It can maneuver among many gods and evil spirits without revealing any flaws, and walking in the abyss is as natural as returning to its own home.

But not Lor.

The boy's past and emotions make it impossible for him to ignore the extinction of life and race. He is like a beacon in the darkness in the abyss.

His temperament, which was completely different from that of the creatures in the abyss, made it impossible for him to successfully impersonate a god.

Even so, there are things that only Lor can do.

The unicorn couldn't take the needle, but Lor could.

As early as in the Dustwallow Marsh, he had already borne the pain accumulated by the people of Banyan Town through countless cycles of death and resurrection.

But it just happened again.

"incredible……"

The monster that the entire capital had transformed into stared in amazement at the incredibly beautiful boy, or to be more precise, at the needle in his hand.

At the young man's fingertips, the needle filled with pain and despair melted like ice and snow, turning into light white smoke that drifted into the air.

In the smoke and dust, one could vaguely see the faces of snake people one after another. They were bathed in the light of morning light, and their expressions were no longer painful. They were dazed at first, and then seemed to understand something.

So tears flowed.

The pure white boy watched the souls drifting in the air, then raised his head and looked at the monster that had been silent for a long time.

It seemed as if it wanted to say something, but remained silent for a long time. After a long while, it sighed and spoke.

"That prophecy turned out to be true..."

"What prophecy?"

The boy asked even though he knew the answer, and the snakes in the monster's body began to whisper to each other.

Lor saw a familiar face. It was the snakeman prophet. He was also dead. At this moment, his soul was sparing no effort to preach the prophecy about avoiding the light of love to the surrounding snakemen.

The pure white boy listened patiently to the serpent-man prophet's soul with a smile, and then spoke.

"In that case, why not give it a try... maybe my salvation will be better than Echid's?"

The noises of those small discussions became noticeably louder, and even arguments began to appear.

A new fork in the road to the Demon Abyss seemed to appear. When the second choice appeared, the snake people began to waver and began to influence Kosice's will...

"enough!"

The Dark Lord roared, calming the disputes of all souls with authority and power.

It looked at Lor with extremely complicated eyes, and said with regret: "No matter what your purpose is in coming here, everything is too late."

"We have no way out. Unless we go to the Demonic Abyss and follow the Mother Goddess... otherwise the Snake People will cease to exist."

"I know."

The young man nodded, indicating that he understood the other party's approach: "Swallow the souls of all the tribe members into your body, and then rely on the power of the divine bones to preserve their minds. As long as they return to the Demon Abyss and are reborn by Echidna, they can come back to life again."

“But will He really give you salvation?”

"..."

Kosciusze did not answer. No one could guess the intentions of the great god.

"He neither loves you nor needs you, so why doesn't He consider me?"

The young man's voice was very soft, but it carried a natural charm that made the entire palace quiet down and listen to his words.

"At least I am standing in front of you, not lurking in the bottomless abyss."

"..."

Heavy panting sounds came from the mud. All the snake people were silent. All of them turned their heads to look at Cosice, waiting for it to make a decision.

After a while, the Dark Lord spoke with difficulty: "What are you going to do..."

But the next moment, the earth shook again, and a hoarse female voice sounded from outside the royal capital, echoing in everyone's ears in an instant.

"Where are you……"