The end game [Zhongyingmei]

As the night approached, there was a torrential rain outside the window, the wind tore through the clouds, and the lightning slashed furiously, occasionally breaking up a umbral that had piled up on a street corner.

Abaddon waited patiently for a while, until the sound of snoring came faintly from the other side of the bed.

Mr. Wood was fast asleep.

The lord of hell walked straight out from behind the curtain, the scarlet hem of his robe dragging across the old floor without casting even a shadow.

The room was darkened by the creeping clouds, and the curtains were half drawn, so that only half of Abaddon's face remained in the moonlight.

His pale face contrasted sharply with his dark eyes, showing a kind of ghostly, inhuman indifference.

If a second person sees this picture, they will be utterly shocked——

——Beside the only bed in the room, the lord of hell is slowly approaching, as if to devour the sleeping old man alive.

In fact, the old man on the bed had already begun to show a rotting figure in his sleep.

His chest stopped beating, his veins were black, and his neck and face were the sallow yellow of rotting leaves, a skin color that no living person could ever have.

Sisley in goat skin: Area D——

Sisley in Goatskin: *Mask of Pain*

Abaddon was determined to ignore the nauseating scene, even if he couldn't find it.

He lowered his eyes and made mental preparations for a while, held his breath, and put his hand under the old man's bed again.

The silky and soft touch of the fabric passed over his fingertips, and Abaddon confirmed that what he touched was women's clothes—and then the cold metal, he touched a ring from the box, and identified some old and dull clothes inside. jewelry.

With the help of moonlight, Abaddon could see the shape of the ring clearly.

It was a thin pure gold wedding ring, with a rough diamond on it, and the letters on the inside of the ring were slightly worn, and could be vaguely seen: A·W.

It perfectly connects with Mr. Wood's previous crazy talk.

The ring was lingering with strands of black air that even the moonlight could not dispel. It was cold and bitter, as if an evil spirit was attached to it.

Abaddon: *Like*

After 1 minute, the Lord of Hell raised his head and threw the replica ring back into Mr. Wood's box.

He stroked the dull ribbon on his wrist, looked at the old wedding ring for a while, put it on his little finger, and then put his hand down naturally.

There was no prompt on the system's light screen, but Abaddon's eyes could clearly see that there was an item description as detailed as a ribbon next to the ring.

[A·W's wedding ring has been taken off by the former owner, and it has been placed in the box for decades. It used to have a trace of A·W's expectation for life, until that night when some were destroyed, this trace of expectation was transformed It became pure unexamined resentment. 】

[Effect: Greatly increase the cooling time and number of monarch avatars in hell. 】

Mephisto's source of power is blood, and Abaddon's source of power is a lot of malice.

Even though they were cold and smelly and Abaddon couldn't avoid them all, they were indeed a source of strength to the Lord of Hell.

——Maliciousness in the world cannot be completely erased, just as no amount of massacres can extinguish the flowers of human nature toward goodness.

Sisley's body is a salty and happy little fool, and the rest of Sisley has countless dirty jobs to do.

It is because of the evil of mankind that the Lord of Hell wakes up, and because of the evil of mankind, he is able to walk in the world; when he solves all troubles, he is also gathering the fire of hell back into his body.

Falling into the copy of New Haven's space-time rift, for Abaddon, apart from danger, it is also a huge opportunity to fully control himself.

He didn't want to leave, and couldn't.

The space-time rift is an extremely dangerous thing, and Abaddon must solve this hidden danger before the other world finds it, whether or not it means that he will permanently destroy the space-time rift and bring a world to an end.

It's like sending a fallen leaf into the lake and watching it go away.

Or a valiant fight, the skeleton of the loser rotting in the mud.

And all will be unknown.

"..." A thunderous sound reminded Abaddon who was in deep thought.

The lord of hell stood up, without touching the last little box in the bed, got up and walked out of Mr. Wood's bedroom.

He doesn't need to stay here anymore. Mr. Wood's invitation to enter is actually giving him the right to use this house to appear and walk at will.

So people often say, don't answer the call of the devil, don't talk to the devil, don't make a pact with the devil, don't invite a devil into your house.

Right now, the small one-story house is shrouded in darkness, except for the occasional crackle of the corner fireplace feebly, bursting out a tiny spark.

Abaddon set up a teleportation point and added wood to the fireplace.

He sniffed the smell of burning wood, took a sip of water from the bucket in the kitchen, put it on the tip of his tongue, tasted it, and vomited it out with a frown.

Even knowing that time has stopped forever seven or eight years ago, Abaddon still has a lot of psychological barriers, not to mention these things contain small doses of hallucinogenic ingredients.

Abaddon can be invulnerable to all poisons, but when he thinks that this kind of human element in the water can make people see villains out of thin air, he feels disgusted from the inside out.

If Sisley closes her eyes, most of the things she sees are monsters and beasts in the laboratory, so every time she has a nightmare, it is something similar to the atmosphere of horror. You can quickly realize what happened.

But when this illusory substance is used on other people, the effect will be very different.

How many people can live without any relatives separated by yin and yang?

Is there anyone who can't sleep at night without thinking about it at all?

Is there anyone who can never think of someone who is about to cry?

How many people are willing to give up all their wealth, even their appearance, health and life, just to take a new look at a specific person and talk to those people?

Even if you know it is fake, you will eventually fall into it, hopelessly trapped, unable to extricate yourself.

——Sisleys can quickly come out of the hallucinogenic stuff and regain their sanity, that's because she has no similar life experience.

But it won't work for anyone other than her.

And that was what made Abaddon angry.

The moon is hovering overhead, and the rain is getting heavier and heavier. It is about to reach the time when the space-time rift can exert its greatest influence.

Dark clouds are approaching the high moon from the horizon, trying to swallow up the only light in the stagnant time.

The thunder was approaching, and when Abaddon pushed open the door of the hut and stood on the wet and rainy porch, a flash of lightning flashed across the night sky and struck heavily on the big tree in the yard that needed three people to hug each other.

This is the warning sent to Abaddon by the space-time rift.

The prince of hell is not welcome, not expected.

All dark creatures need to divide their territory, and when Abaddon didn't hide his aura at all, showing off his goat's horns and robe, it was a bright provocation.

And the time-space rift didn't directly attack him because of the darkness and oppressive force from Abaddon - comparable to it.

Therefore, the space-time rift is still hesitating.

"Come."

For the first time tonight, Abaddon smiled.

He glanced upward lightly and made a gesture.

When the darkness struck again, two gusts of bloody wind rushed towards his face.

[Hell's Black Goat King Synchronization Level: 67%]

Sisley: Sluggish.jpg

The inexplicable low-grade fever came one step earlier than the system prompts, and she has become more and more used to the feeling of dizziness anytime and anywhere after being separated from the main body.

——Sisley is already a mature Sisley, and she can endure silently in the rear.

--She can!She can do it!Sisley silently cheered herself up, straightened her back, and collapsed back within three seconds.

— She might not be very good.

"...?" Gabriel briefly awoke from his nap and glanced at her in bewilderment.

The archangel fluttered its wings, walked in front of her, leaned on her lap and pillowed her knee like no one else, and watched the superhero movie with her that she hadn't finished last time.

Sisley still couldn't hold back, and her whole body froze.

Psychologically knowing that such a big winged monster will not be seen is completely different from visually seeing another person sleeping on his knees, and there is someone right next to him!

Only twenty centimeters away from Gabriel's shoulder, Hawkeye was sitting on a video call with his family.

The other party often speaks a little too loudly, so it dangles around Gabriel's shoulder.

The two of them staggered perfectly every time, as if they were using Sisley's heart as a vibrato practice.

Even Clint Barton is a pretty good-natured superhero when it comes to kids, coaxing her into calling him "Uncle Clint."

Behind Eve, Natasha silently pointed at her and gave Iron Man a look.

Note that it goes both ways.

Sisley could notice that Natasha was depressed, and Natasha naturally took Eve very seriously.

When Eve stared at the mirror, she keenly caught something wrong with the girl.

Eve's silence is often serene and empty, but after a certain point in time, she begins to show a vague tension, in other words, a sense of anxiety.

She was still staring at a certain point in the void as usual, but when her mood changed, her aura also changed.

And Natasha admits that she is very familiar with this kind of unconscious anxiety and tension.

No one is born wanting to be a transformed killer, let alone Eve has no choice at all.

The worst case scenario is... Natasha was slightly lost in thought, a gloomy shadow flitted across her green eyes.

…even though the Avengers had coaxed her into Stark Tower, Eve still got her mission from her "organization".

But at this moment, the system suddenly made a beep in Sisley's mind, and scattered a bunch of virtual electronic fireworks, which seemed very virtual mentally retarded.

Sisley:?

Gabriel: (sleepingly)?

[It is detected that the new game purchased by the player Sisley has merged with the event for the second time, and a new time-limited task has been unlocked. Do you want to open it? 】

【whether】

【Do you want to open the mission description? 】

Sisley sat up blankly, and looked at Gabriel, who was resting his chin on her thigh.

—We...seem to have come to work.

She took a breath, thinking slowly.