[Comprehensive] Ambition Execution

About 7000 years ago—

The dark laboratory is like a dark cellar.Mamen held a tattered and heavy cowhide book in his hand, and while drawing blood pictures on the ground with chicken blood, he muttered words... The unfinished formation blew a weak magic wind, flipping the cowhide book, blowing There was a burst of dust, causing Mammon to choke.

"Mamen, are you studying summoning again?"

"That trash, do you want to summon the undead to fight for him?"

"What a coward..."

"Pfft——" the magic circle suddenly short-circuited, and a choking smoke came out from the circle. Mammon covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve while visiting the circle, but his face quickly revealed a disappointed expression.

Failed again... Mammon looked at the book in his hand - this is a book of demon summoning, which can summon the soul of a demon who has lost his body... and Mammon is using the highest level of summoning.

Marth has degenerated into a demon because of the black water. Even if he is a demon, he must be the most powerful demon.

Mammon thought.

He got up from the ground, and walked out a little depressed.

In a week's time it will be the graduation exam of the college.The devil's graduation exam uses a duel to rank candidates.An ability selection system that is very in line with the aesthetics of demonic violence - the winner is king.Everyone is busy with combat practice, and even the annoying guy who likes to trouble Mammon has stopped.But Mammon doesn't care about this, his heart is full of summoning, he firmly believes that summoning is feasible, but he ignores the key factors that lead to failure, the key factor of summoning Marth...

Mammon was still thinking about summoning when he was knocked down by his opponent in the graduation duel and his body was buried deep in the gravel.

"...Don't sharpen your own abilities, but always think about borrowing the strength of others," the excellent demon raised his palm and turned the wind into a whirling blade of wind, "This is your fate!"

Mammon flicked his tail to block the wind blade, and countless whirlwinds still penetrated his body.He flew out again and hit the stone wall of the duel arena.The blood dripped down little by little, spilling into strange patterns on the ground.

blood?

Mamen's eyes lit up, he...is Masi's child, isn't he?Perhaps, his blood could summon Lymus.

The sacrificed items will be absorbed by the undead, just like he used chicken blood as a medium to draw an array, and the remaining blood of the hundred chickens will be drained instantly when the array is activated. There are unpredictable risks in doing so... However, Mammon's heart has long been controlled by fanaticism.He muttered a spell in his mouth, dipped in his own blood and began to draw an array——

"Uh-cough cough!"

Mammon flew out again.

"Do you think I'll give you time to draw this kind of thing?" The opponent sneered contemptuously, "The so-called summoning technique has long been outdated in close combat!"

Mammon dodged the attack in embarrassment, he knew that the other party wanted to kill him.After all, he is the Chancellor of the Exchequer of Hell. If he kills him in such an aboveboard manner and proves that he is stronger than the "Chancellor of the Exchequer" and the "Commander of the Knights", then he can not only replace Mammon, but even win a higher status .Mammon took out a silver needle and pierced it into his arm—the silver needle melted away the flesh, and he pierced directly on his body.His arm was bloody and bloody, and a magic circle dripping with blood quickly took shape...

"Light perishes, darkness remains forever... In the name of the Great Demon Mammon, I summon the Lord of the Abyss..."

A tornado formed by a huge wind blade hit Mammon. Mammon wanted to get away, but found that he could not move. I felt that I was bound to die—either I was twisted into flesh by the wind blade, or I was hollowed out by the magic power sprayed out of the arm magic circle and died.

Even though the wind blade was blowing directly towards his face, Mamen's eyes widened as his hair and clothes were blown by the gushing magic wind. Even if the premonition of death was so strong at this moment, it could not weaken the expectation in Mamen's heart by a single bit.

dad……

Mammon called softly in her heart.

The figure that appeared from the formation projected in the air blocked the advance of the wind blade, and a mist of flesh and blood hit Mammon's face. After squinting, Mammon widened her eyes in horror——

That gust of wind blade smashed what was summoned! ! ! !

Silver-white hair, blood-red eyeballs... that face has been scratched by the wind blade, and even the white bones in the tooth sockets are exposed.Neck, chest... a bloody mess.

...not Marth, who is this person?

"Ha ha……"

That miserable guy actually laughed there without feeling anything, because the muscles on his face were stretched, causing the pieces of flesh on his face to fall down...

"Ha ha……"

The low laugh was so clear that Mammon was puzzled by the silence around him.Mammon looked up and saw his opponent's face was pale, his lips were trembling and he couldn't make a sound, but Mammon understood his mouth shape: "The gate of hell...Renlus..."

Renlus, described in the Unofficial History of Hell as one of the seven highest gods who fell together with the demon king Orlander, one of the former seven monarchs of hell, a lunatic who slaughtered a city in the north of hell... Legend has it that he practiced Forbidden technique, but was backlashed, was deprived of mind, and thus went mad, and was later designed by the devil to exile in the desert of death, disappearing into the illusion...

Rennes dead?No, no, rather than saying that he is an undead who has lost his body, it is better to say that he is a body that has lost its soul, or in other words - a walking dead.

His shaved eyelids stared menacingly at the demon candidate, then he raised his hand and curled his fingers.When the other party was nervous but didn't understand why, Ren Lulusi's arm fell down inadvertently——

"boom--"

An invisible sledgehammer condensed by magic power smashed down from the sky, smashing the rammed ground of the empty duel arena into a gigantic pit with scattered cracks.And at the bottom of the pit where the gravel was messy, the magic examinee had become as motionless as a rotten tomato.The surrounding viewing stands were in chaos, especially the professor on the referee's seat took the lead in escaping, which made the young devil even more confused.

"……ability……"

"...Need more abilities..."

It seems that the jerky language that has not spoken for many years leaked from the broken lips of Renlus, and his **** eyeballs looked at all the demons in the duel field as if they were looking at a pile of rotten meat, "...here... no rush ..."

He touched his stomach with one hand, and then walked towards the target. Every time he took a step, a pile of tiny flames fell from the sky. These highly poisonous flames were like blood-sucking leeches, once they touched the devil's skin, they would die Rooted, unable to be extinguished, and fueled by the blood of demons to burn ever more fervently.

The rain of flames fell in a circle, encircling the demons present like wolves driving away lambs.

Some of the demons fought back...Mammon hid by the rubble, only to see Renlus tearing the demon that attacked him in half with his bare hands.Then he held up that half of his body, greedily sucking the blood and biting off the flesh from the heart...Mammon only felt a nausea.

He thought of Mars.If Masi would never sit back and watch such a thing happen.He couldn't watch Rennes kill everyone present.Mamen tried to stand up, but Chukang fell to the ground in embarrassment... He was exhausted by the magic circle, and now his limbs were weak and he couldn't move at all.No matter how Mammon struggled, he could only watch as Renlus slaughtered the demons present, chewing the bloody demon's internal organs like a dog.

"... strength...more..."

Mammon now somewhat believes that Ren Lulus was backlashed by the forbidden technique because of his frantic pursuit of power that does not belong to him. Now this retribution will fall on him, right?

Mammon tried to sit up, trying to make herself look more graceful before she died.

Eating demons restored Rennes' looks, but it didn't make him look much better.On that hard-lined teacher's face, those eyes without any reflection, as if the pupils had been cut off, made it impossible to believe that he was still alive.

A pair of empty, soulless eyes.

"... more... for you..."

Broken words of unknown meaning uttered from his stiff lips, and he walked towards the only living creature in the field.Behind him, there are twisted limbs.

Mammon straightened her back and waited quietly.He had never loved his own life, but suddenly he didn't want to die like this.

Mars traded his life for his today, he didn't want to die in such a mess, to be swallowed by a person who was neither human nor ghost.

Mammon gave birth to the demon nails with his own energy, and bony claws protruded from his deformed fingertips.He tried his best to relax his body, but hid his right hand where he could attack the fastest.

Rennes approached.

Mammon knew that in order to eat himself, Renlus would definitely tear some part of his body.

For prey that is sitting on the ground, it is easiest to lift it up by the neck.Lennox's vacant eyes turned to Mammon's neck, scanning Mammon's young, childish face.

Mammon held his breath, desperately telling himself to try his best to relax and show resignation, but as Renlus approached, he tensed the muscles of the hand that was about to attack more and more nervously.

When Lunlus's waist was bent to a certain extent, Mammon's pupils shrank suddenly - it was this moment, the moment when his heart was perfectly placed on his attacking route!

Mammon swung her sharp claws with all her might——

In his eyes, the dark red eyes of Rennes were staring at him blankly, and his lips were uttering a series of jerky pronunciations that made his tongue tangle: "... ...Mass..."

There was a fatal pause in Mammon's palm, and he looked at Renlus in shock.However, Ren Lulusi's dead blank expression did not give him any hint.

His eyes were still empty as if without any life force, but he didn't attack him again.He knelt on one knee in front of Mammon, like a recorded puppet, as if uttering meaningless syllables, calling him jerky: "Mas..."

But Mammon's eyes were filled with unstoppable tears. He wanted to force the tears back, but a drop of lagging tears still fell out of the corner of his eyes.

"Ma...s..."

Renlus stretched out his hand, trying to wipe Mammon's tears away, but stopped in mid-air. He stared blankly at his blood-stained hands, and then wiped them hard on his body. When he found that his clothes were When it was soaked in blood and it was impossible for him to wipe his hands clean, he lowered his head and kept rubbing his hands in the pile of rubble that had been bombed out before.The hard gravel scraped off the clotted blood from his hands, and he raised his head again.

Mammon felt more and more liquid falling down her face.For the first time since Marth left, he was crying in front of another human being.

He always felt that he was alone.

When Ren Lulusi's fingers were about to touch Mammon's cheek, in contrast with Mammon's fair skin, he found that his fingers were still so dirty.Full of dust and dirt.He really wanted to wipe some tears for him, but he didn't dare to touch him.In the end he held up his hands like a fool to hold Mammon's tears.

Mammon lowered his head, and put his forehead against Renlus' fingers, his tears were like pearls rolled out after overturning a golden bowl, falling full of dust——

"...you too... miss him that much..."

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