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

"Eat..."

“Enjoy your meal…”

The deep whisper echoed in the dark world, as if a sticky, gray malice was surging from the forgotten abyss.

Lor's face suddenly turned ugly.

In his vision, the blood-colored thread belonging to the God of Plague was becoming dimmer, while the blood-colored thread belonging to the Lord of Purgatory was becoming brighter.

Along with the terrifying sounds of chewing and biting, the dark world was shaken, as if waves were rising from the ground, with layers of water rippling and sweeping in all directions. In this light, the ominous blood light became more and more dazzling.

The Valkyrie stood behind the slave-like army of giants, the shattered halo above her head emitting a brilliant light like the sunset.

He quietly watched the cruel and brutal scene before him, where a mad god used himself as bait to restrain another tyrannical god.

But the Valkyrie did not feel any emotion at all. The fighting spirit in her eyes was as hot as her long hair burning with flames.

Just an enemy.

What he wants is to win the great hunt for the Supreme Giant God. In this case, all gods are enemies destined to be destroyed. Even if they are allies now, it is only a matter of time before they become enemies.

Fight for the Lord who wears the holy golden crown. He will surely defeat Ouroboros and become the new God.

The giants will surely revive again and rule over the world and every inch of soil in the abyss.

The era belonging to the Supreme Heaven will surely come!

The Valkyrie believed so devoutly that she bowed her head silently, as if she was praying, but what came out of her mouth was a magnificent hymn, no, it was an almost crazy roar!

"Glorious, brave, great Supreme God!"

That beautiful face and skin as white as marble were burning, just like the flames on the waist-length hair spreading to the whole body.

In the dark world, a wine-red light suddenly shone.

"Please bless me and let me fight for you!"

The Valkyrie was bathed in firelight, her blood boiling. She began to move forward, first walking slowly, then faster and faster, and finally running.

"Fight!" "Fight!" "Fight!"

The giant legions roared, and the Valkyrie's roar drowned out everything. She was running wildly like a burning meteor.

"I shall--"

"Totally crazy!"

A golden spear took shape in his hand, burning with the same heat as the sun. The giant, hundreds of feet tall, ran wildly with bare feet. The spear looked more like a sharp weapon than the one in his hand, leaving behind a trail of scattered embers, and then jumped high.

The darkness seemed to be torn apart by unimaginable force, leaving a huge, eye-like gap.

It was filled with the color of the setting sun, and also looked like a wound cut by some sharp weapon.

Meteors fall from the sky.

It was a brutal blow like a waning moon. As soon as the Valkyrie gathered her strength, the Lord of Purgatory raised his face covered in blood.

Even He had to admit that this was a blow that could not be avoided.

He seemed to become serious and let go of the plague dragon, which now had a broken head and half a torn body. The once invincible dragon now looked as miserable as a large roasted chicken that had been left over.

The fire still burned in the broken pupil, but it was already dying...

Electo screamed in pain and tried to use his broken body to get away, but countless shadow tentacles still entangled him tightly, and the hot and acidic lava was still corroding his body, trying to break his bones completely.

The Lord of Purgatory raised his head, and an inky shadow rose up and transformed into dark clouds.

But the next moment, a flash of fire appeared from the depths of the dark clouds that should have been impenetrable, and then quickly enlarged.

The fiery red meteor pierced through all the dark clouds like a whirlwind. On the surface of the meteor, countless lightning bolts were like a giant interwoven net, and the shadow barrier was torn apart layer by layer.

The figure of a giant woman in a blood-red battle robe emerged from the meteor.

He held high the flaming spear, his beautiful face now bathed in flames. This blow was even heavier than the meteor itself.

We must break through all obstacles, destroy all defenses, and completely annihilate the enemies of God!

Under such stimulation, the Lord of Purgatory instinctively felt threatened. The sticky lava was churning, and He was transforming the divinity He had just swallowed and using it for His own benefit, in order to mobilize enough divinity to block this attack.

But at this moment, an emotionless laugh sounded from the Demon Abyss.

The Lord of Purgatory's body froze for a moment, or rather, became stuck, as if he had been infected by a virus, and the flow of his divinity suddenly became sluggish...

Those scarlet pupils were suddenly filled with turbid mist.

At this crucial moment, the blood-colored thread pulled the huge body, causing it to turn its head uncontrollably and look into the deep devil's abyss.

A shadow with a faceless face emerged from the bottom of the abyss, with blood-colored threads between its fingers, as if it was manipulating a puppet.

In just a flash, the Lord of Purgatory regained control of his body. He roared and turned back, but the opportunity was already missed.

Burning comets fell from the sky, and spears of glow pierced through the mountain-like black body from top to bottom.

It fell with great force, but landed lightly and silently, sinking into the sticky lava.

It should have been a doomsday collision, but Lor felt it—

A strong sense of tranquility.

I seemed to hear the clicking sound of a clock's hands, which moved slower and slower until they finally stopped completely.

The whole world fell into a nearly shattered stillness.

A faint and familiar pulse was beating, like a tender sprout pushing through the thick soil, or like a young animal crawling out of a solid eggshell.

It was a familiar and intimate emotion, hidden in the deepest part of that huge body.

"Sister Yasha..."

The young man's eyes suddenly became extremely bright, and he finally caught the moment when the Lord of Purgatory's body was torn apart.

The emotion hidden beneath all instincts will only be revealed when the instincts are weakened.

The next second, the still time starts flowing again.

Accompanied by a roar that seemed to destroy the world, the dark world shattered, the Valkyrie had retreated, leaving only a shocking wound.

The mountain-like body was torn open from the chest, revealing a wound as big as a canyon, with heat steaming inside that could melt everything.

A faint flame flickered deep within the body. It was the remaining tip of the spear, which was firmly rooted in the body of the Lord of Purgatory.

Leaving behind horrific injuries that cannot be healed or recovered.

The huge body collapsed towards the crack, and the flowing lava continued to solidify, then was constantly covered, and then solidified again.

"It turns out that gods also feel pain."

Kosice murmured, as if trying to force a smile, but her face was extremely stiff.

"Not only does it hurt, He also looks very angry..."

Lor said softly.

Those furious pupils locked onto the Valkyrie that was burning with flames.

The other party was not afraid and fought with him.

The Lord of Purgatory was eager to vent his anger, but every time he was about to inflict a heavy blow on the opponent, he would be briefly stuck.

The figure wearing the faceless mask seemed to be plucking the strings of a harp, playing out noises that disturbed the will of the gods.

And when He realizes that something is wrong and wants to turn back to resolve the interference from the Demon Abyss, the Valkyrie who is nearby will prepare a huge threatening attack.

On the other side, the rotten dragon that had not been completely digested also stood up, and rotten flesh and blood began to grow again on its wings that had been eaten away to only bones.

The fire in the broken head flowed with endless hatred. He seized the opportunity, turned around, and sprayed out strange rays.

The light of decay.

The Lord of Purgatory's movements became increasingly slow, and he looked like he was about to be defeated.

At this moment, in the world that had been turned upside down, a golden light flashed.

Pointing directly at the illusory blood-colored thread.

The figure wearing a faceless mask in the Demonic Abyss paused slightly, and a deep light appeared under the mask, gray and yet with an infinite blood color.

The light was a golden arrow. The young man in the distance still maintained the posture of loosening the bowstring, watching the blood-colored thread being hit accurately and vibrating.

The Lord of Purgatory's body, which was originally entangled, shook, and a fierce look flashed in his pupils.

The Valkyrie, who was about to launch another attack, suddenly stopped. She sensed a dangerous aura that was different from before.

But in any case, this is not a reason for Him to stop the attack.

The Valkyrie raised the spear in her hand, and a scorching breath like the fire of hell rose into the sky.

"You... are fine..."

The Lord of Purgatory spoke vaguely, and at this moment his huge body was covered with shocking wounds.

"Purgatory..."

"Come to my side..."

A drop of sticky, dark liquid dripped onto the ground, quickly spreading and once again turning the earth into a dark mirror.

The Valkyrie's pupils were rippled. She knew that the Lord of Purgatory was calling her territory to start a new round of Purgatory Demonic Tide!

This shows that after the instincts are weakened, the mind and rationality that once controlled the body begin to return.

Divinity and humanity increase and decrease.

He regained the wisdom to fight and no longer relied on his huge instincts to hunt or eat.

Once the Infernal Tide is formed, this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity may be missed...

Realizing this, the Valkyrie accelerated her attack and threw her spear heavily into the sky.

Then the sky was set on fire and turned into a burning sea of ​​fire.

Countless meteorites burning with flames shot out from the sea of ​​fire!

Blooming red lotus fire fell from the sky, and the attack range covered the entire area where the Lord of Purgatory was located.

The huge body of the Lord of Purgatory seemed to merge with the earth, which had turned into a black mirror, and transformed into a giant object like a mountain.

He completely ignored the opponent's attacks, allowing countless meteorites to smash into his body and create craters, splashing out black water.

Amidst the splashes of water, another abyssal plane was getting closer and closer.

"Stop Him!"

The Valkyrie roared, and the figure in the abyss once again manipulated the puppet's strings, but then another golden arrow shot out, disrupting His performance once again.

He finally became a little annoyed, and looked through the faceless mask at the young man in the distance who was still shooting arrows. Endless dim light flowed out from under the mask.

Lor, who was still gasping for breath, felt that his body was suddenly out of control. He suddenly flew up, as if being pulled by an invisible thread, flying far away into the Demon Abyss.

The other party wanted to deal with this restless little thing first. The young man gritted his teeth, raised his head, and saw a transparent silk thread spreading out from his head, and the other end of the silk thread.

Naturally, it was held in Echidna's hand.

"Lore!"

Frey was the first to catch up. Her injuries had not yet recovered, but she relied on the swarm of moths to try to hold the boy back, but it was of no use.

"Cut the silk thread above my head, quickly!"

Lor couldn't help but shout.

But Fulei said blankly: "The thread? Where is the thread?"

The messy and anxious moth jumped up and down, but couldn't touch the bloody thread at all!

Frey couldn't hold Lor back, and could only be swept away and flown towards the Demon Abyss together.

But fortunately, there is someone who has a deeper understanding of the divinity of the puppet. Kosice reacted and said.

"Your Highness, this thread is based on the connection between you and Him. No one except you can sever it."

"If you want to break free from His control, you must weaken your connection with Him."

My relationship with Him...

Lor immediately thought that the divine remains had been destroyed, and the only ones left were... the snake people!

"Yes, Your Highness, we are extremely grateful for your grace. Please allow us to take our leave."

As Kosciuszé spoke, she and the souls of countless snakemen were brewing, preparing to launch the final revenge against the Mother Goddess who created their tribe and brought endless suffering upon them.

"I won't allow—"

The young man gritted his teeth, and tried to use his divinity to break free from the control, but under the control of the puppet line, his body was completely out of control. He could only watch as the souls gathered into a pale torrent, rushing towards the Demon Abyss ahead of him.

"Mother Goddess who created and endowed us with endless suffering..."

Kosciusche shouted loudly, and the snake people shouted with him.

"We have been lingering on until now just so that one day, you can also experience this suffering and pain."

"Thirteen thousand three hundred and eight hundred and twelve snakemen have accumulated thousands of years of pain and despair. This rich fruit is all due to your merciful grace."

There are hundreds of thousands of them.

Its name is the Spirit of Vengeance.

"Please accept it..."

"A thank you gift called revenge."

The faceless figure gazed at the oncoming torrent of souls and uttered notes without emotion.

【laugh】

His figure became solid, as if rising from the abyss of the devil, and his lower body was actually snake-like.

Apart from the faceless mask on his face, he looks almost the same as a snake man!

The original god of the snake people. Or rather, He created the snake people with Himself as a template...

Although they were far inferior in power to the evil gods he created later, just looking at their appearance, one would undoubtedly feel that the snake people enjoyed great grace from God.

So, in the long past, was it the creations that betrayed their gods, or was it the gods that betrayed their creations?

The gods were silent, and the snake people were also speechless.

The two collided with each other, and the fluctuation of soul power caused the Demon Abyss to shake.

The silk thread above Lor's head suddenly became illusory and disappeared into the void.

He was pulled by Frey and held in her arms, staring blankly at the increasingly solid figure above the Demon Abyss.

Echidna, the mother of all basilisks.

It seemed that it was not until this moment that He truly rose from the devil's abyss and descended to the eternal battlefield.

only……

Beneath the white faceless mask, there was an overflowing sadness as thick as ink, which almost permeated the entire battlefield.