Tribute to the Demon King

"Huh..."

Zhou Yi chuckled lightly, twirling and moving his neck, making a crackling sound.Then he pushed the crimson magic gun behind him, and his whole body half leaned on the handle of the magic gun.

If it was an ordinary building, Zhou Yi would have poked a hole in the site alone.But the fact is that the gun only left a faint white mark on the marble floor.

The reason why he moved indiscriminately on the spot was because the aura of Ren Ye Zonglian was too compelling... If he didn't move his body, he would even have the illusion of "whether the surrounding air is frozen".Only after the limbs actually moved did the illusion of tension on the skin finally slow down a lot.

It wasn't fear, just surprise.

Zhou Yi has seen gods as fierce as the scorching sun, as well as fanatical and fearless saints.He will not be afraid in the face of the God of Disobedience who is like a natural disaster... Naturally, he will not be afraid of the mere Araya Zongren.

No, or... Ordinary magicians would not feel the strange sense of stagnation that fills the entire apartment.Zhou Yi hadn't seen the illusion of being imprisoned and frozen for a long time, which made him a little uncomfortable.

Because of Zhou Yi Wangtu's power, he can read the natural emotions around him.

Ever since he entered Ogawa's apartment, he felt that the interior of this space was extremely sluggish... To make a metaphor, it would be to record a person's voice and slow it down to a third.

That kind of slowness has indeed distorted the surrounding world.

And, it's not magic.It doesn't contain the slightest influence of magic power... just like Araya Zonglian once said to Zhou Yi in the academy.A real enchantment does not require any magic to participate.

It was formed naturally, cutting the boundary between two spaces.

"...Is this an enchanter?"

Zhou Yi's expression gradually became serious.

Although the current Zhou Yi is not the body of a godslayer, but A+ level anti-magic power alone cannot be penetrated by Araya Zonglian's magic.

Fortunately, the Godslayer's body quickly adapted to that strange sense of weight.

"—Long time no see, Darius."

"Isn't it just a few days since we met, Araya? Have you forgotten me so quickly?"

Zhou Yi smiled lightly, raised his head to look at Huangye Zonglian, and asked in a low voice: "And...is it actually the main body who came to welcome me? That's a great honor."

Araya Soren inside Ogawa's apartment is completely different from the puppet he met outside.

no doubt--

Although Araya Soren is famous as a "demon monk" who makes dolls, what appeared in front of Zhou Yi at this moment was not a doll, but a real body.

After he appeared, the walls of the apartment began to squirm slightly, and there was an inexplicable light and shadow on the floor that flickered on and off, just like the beating of the heart——

The whole apartment seemed to have lost its life, like a giant's belly full of strange vitality.

"In front of you, there is no need for me to hide my true identity. You will definitely see through my details, just as I can see through yours."

Araya Soren asserted in a deep voice: "You and I are incompatible."

After the words fell, the atmosphere between the two immediately became tense.

"Ara...you are creating hell. Do you really know what you are doing?"

Zhou Yi took a breath, felt the gradually hot air, and whispered expressionlessly: "Everything is different, you just can't allow it. Investigate all kinds of deaths, concentrate on studying Every life, but have you paid attention to the life of others? If you don’t know joy, how can you know pain, if you don’t understand why human beings are born, there is no difference between heaven and hell for you.”

"It doesn't make any difference. Whether it's hell or heaven, the outcome doesn't change."

There was no trace of confusion in Araya Soren's words.

I'm the only one in this world——Araga Soren's behavior is tantamount to repeating this idea over and over again.

He classified all the ways of death of all human beings into 64 categories from ancient times to the present, and reproduced them in this apartment.In one sense, this apartment is a thumbnail of human death.

It can be said that the records stored in Araya Soren's body have now been completely inherited by this building.Being in this apartment is equivalent to being in the body of Araya Soren.

The tense dead air in this apartment was not caused by Araya Soren.It was the resentment of those in the building whom he killed.

There were more than 64 families of the dead, with a total of [-] people.

Although the number of people killed by Zhou Yi is not even a fraction, but the special structure of this apartment makes it a vortex of death that repeats continuously.

It is repeated every day, and the ending is more certain every day, and the death entangled in it is thicker and thicker.

Magical power, spiritual veins, and a large number of sacrifices—the 64th floor of the enchantment and homage hall created by Araya Soren in Ogawa's apartment is essentially equivalent to the epitome of hell where death is stored.

"You went a little too far, Araya."

Zhou Yi took another breath, raised his face and said softly.

If it is left alone, the resentment accumulated here will probably even distort the space.

Zhou Yi originally planned to keep this enchantment intact... But looking at it now, I'm afraid it won't work.

This kind of spiraling, infinitely sublimated enchantment of a kind of power is really terrifying-he has already approached Fa.If it hadn't been modified and restricted to a certain extent, Zhou Yi really wouldn't have dared to hand it over to Sakura directly.

"Did I go too far? Ah, maybe... But I can't help it. I can't prepare 64 people's bodies by myself. That's why I called Aruba over."

"No, that's not what I said."

Zhou Yi sighed, raised the magic spear supporting him, and took a step forward.

Although it was just an ordinary step, without any magical effect... But there was a distant sound like a bell ringing from inside the building.

"Although I already know the answer, for the sake of courtesy, let me ask you again."

He walked up the stairs step by step.The air was distorted by the killing intent of both sides, transpiring into a misty phantom.