Tribute to the Demon King

The man's coat looked a bit like a magician's.The black cloth hanging from the shoulders was like the cloak of a magician in a fairy tale.

Under the night, that guy was clearly wearing a solid black coat, but that figure showed a sense of presence and oppression beyond common sense.

"I knew you would come."

The man said in a deep and solemn voice, word by word: "Long time no see, Darius."

His expression didn't shake in the slightest.As always, it was overwhelming.

"Long time no see, Ara Ye Zonglian."

Zhou Yi stood with his hands behind his back amidst the dancing flames, showing a peaceful and kind smile, and replied in a calm tone.

If Chengzi was here, she would definitely recognize it. This is Zhou Yi's "image as a magician" that he usually maintains in the clock tower.

"Why stop me."

Soren Araya questioned in a low voice: "Obviously you are the closest person to me. You pursue the archetype of history, and I pursue the archetype of death... Your and my goals do not conflict at all, and they can even complement each other. I even firmly believe that you will get there before me."

"Because I don't need it."

Zhou Yi put his hands behind his back, and his long black trench coat automatically moved without wind in the flames.

His gaze was like burning steel, melting fire.The abyss-black pupils seemed to reflect the hell of the myriad worlds, but there was no light reflected in the raging fire.

The undistortable strong will makes the flames around him shine dazzlingly, and Zhou Yi, who is wrapped around the holy flame, is like a god: "You are not the one I want to protect, nor the one I want to defeat... Whether you exist or not, Meaningless to my world."

"No worries and happy thoughts, all dharmas are pure."

Araya Soren didn't move at all, just whispered in a low voice: "Then, why stop me."

"Because what you regard as an enemy is exactly what I want to protect."

Zhou Yi said flatly: "Just in case, let me say something in advance. If you just retreat, I won't kill you."

"Retreat? In the face of this incorrigible human nature?"

Araya Soren's tone still didn't fluctuate in any way, but there was a flame of anger burning in his eyes.

That skinny and tall man looked like an angry portrait of King Ming.

"let it go."

"Even if you want to be an enemy of 60 billion humans?"

"I will win."

He replied without the slightest hesitation or exaggeration.

Zhou Yi took a deep look at him, and the corners of his mouth could not help but rise slightly.

After a long time no see, a strong killing intent hatched from his chest.

"It's... interesting."

Zhou Yi whispered: "I'll ask again. Are you really ready to face all human beings?"

When his words fell, Zhou Yi's atmosphere changed accordingly.

An almost tragic sharpness leached from him, accompanied by the will to never back down.

That is the body of purgatory that can only be possessed by being killed hundreds of times - no one knows what Zhou Yi is carrying better than Araya Zonglian.

"……but why."

Araya Soren whispered dejectedly.

Obviously, Zhou Yi's composition is similar to his.

If his own body is the tombstone bearing the deaths of thousands of mortals...then Zhou Yi should be the inscription bearing the will of thousands of heroes.Logically speaking, Zhou Yi's resentment and hatred should be much heavier than his.

But even so... Zhou Yi didn't have an iota of "death" in his body.On the contrary, it is full of vitality and vitality.

At the moment when Zhou Yi showed his killing intent, Huangye Zonglian saw thousands of heroes roaring towards her behind Zhou Yi.

Warrior, butcher, saint, sinner, wise man, dead man.

Thousands fell at his feet, ten thousand followed him, and the king of a hundred kingdoms praised his glory.

——Hanging behind him is a whole living world.

"...Heaven and man are one."

Soren Araya said slowly in a low voice: "So that's how it is, the restraining force was activated... You finally took that step. But you can only do so much if you realize your origin. Without me With your help, you can't go any further here."

"It's all said, I don't need your help."

Zhou Yi finally sneered: "Since you know my essence, you should know even more—"

"—You and I are incompatible."

Huangye Zonglian took Zhou Yi's words and responded with an even more distressed voice: "Build your heart for the world, establish your life for all people, inherit the knowledge of the past, and bring peace to all generations... What do you want to be? What do you want to be? what?"

Zhou Yi smiled gently, without saying a word.

But looking at Zhou Yi's almost benevolent smile, Ara Ye Zonglian seemed to feel something, and her color changed instantly.

"Fearless, King Kong, snakes and scorpions—"