Seven Hundred Twenty-Two, Countdown

above the tower.

The black cloud drifted over in the blink of an eye.

The Vanity Cult has been completely abolished.

Only His Excellency Fei Lun and scattered three or four people were left lying in a pool of blood, their faces were bloody and bloody, and they did not know whether they were alive or dead.

Their masks have all been stripped away.

As for the rest, they have already reached the end of their lives, and they all turned into fly ash.

I don't know whether it's luck or tragedy, His Excellency Fei Lun is still alive, but his body is already old and on the verge of death.

it's here.

Alphalia is roaring: "Power, endless power!"

Eleven masks hovered around him.

Gathered together to form a body, only the head remained unformed in that body.

"This will be my new body."

Alphalia is already going crazy, her consciousness is on the verge of madness and calmness.

"Not so far."

"There are only twelve masks, and I should be able to construct an imperfect body, even if it is decayed, but I have no choice."

Alphalia reached out and pressed the edge of the mask on his face.

His only chance is to wear armor and become a god.

I hope that I can really become a demon god, so that the imperfect body can be perfected.

He bet everything.

Bet the entire Vanity Cult.

There is no way out.

tear up.

Blood surged wildly, as if the reservoir at the gate had been let go, Alphalia tore off his mask, and his entire face was also torn off.

Immediately his body began to show signs of aging.

But he still let out a sigh of relief.

He has the strength to hold on forcibly.

This mask had been worn on his face for too long, and the accumulated power was terrifying. Once it was torn off, it was suspended in the air, entangled with the remaining eleven masks.

Countless black silk threads were poured into the headless body like power.

Alphalia looked eager.

Maybe it's a miracle.

With the addition of his mask, the head of that body is gradually taking shape.

"Even without the last mask, I can succeed!"

"I, Alphalia, have spent hundreds of years, and it is impossible for me to fail."

"I will become a demon god, and I will control the whole world."

Alphalia smiled excitedly.

The head of the body has been formed, and the facial features are also brewing.

It seems that it is somewhat similar to Du Wei.

Or.

The body made by Alphalia was originally made according to Du Wei's appearance, with exactly the same figure.

However.

At this moment.

A voice sounded from behind Alphalia.

"My servant, you are doing well."

"It's a pity that the last mask is in his possession. I can't change the result, otherwise, this body will be more perfect."

He Duwei clapped his hands and walked out of the darkness.

He looked satisfied.

But Alphalia was shocked and turned her head stiffly.

After seeing He Duwei's appearance clearly, he completely collapsed: "Duke, why do you..."

He Duwei frowned slightly.

He said indifferently, "You should call me master, Alphalia."

Alphalia's body trembled when he heard this.

As if instinctively, his legs subconsciously bent, almost kneeling on the ground.

"Impossible, you are dead."

"How can you still be alive!"

He Duwei said coldly: "Stupid, what gave you the courage to think that I would die?"

Alphalia shook his head frantically: "Impossible, you can't be him, he's already dead, I saw him die with my own eyes."

He Duwei nodded, and said frankly: "It is true that he died, but that is not important. The important thing is that I have obtained everything from him and replaced him from the past."

"His timeline has been safely occupied by me."

"In the past, I was the maker of the mask, and I was also the master of the Vanity Sect."

"I am the master of Carlos."

"I am the duke you speak of."

"Even this tower was built by my order."

Alphalia laughed wildly: "Impossible, you are a fake, I don't believe it, how could the past be rewritten."

He Duwei didn't bother to explain.

It just found Alphalia's performance very interesting.

As soon as Alphalia turned around, she threw herself on the body.

He Duwei sees this.

It shook its head contemptuously.

call……

The moment Alphalia touched that body, his whole body burned like a ignited fireball.

"Ahhh!"

He wailed in pain.

From body to soul, everything is burning.

"Why is this happening?"

"Why!"

"I've been planning for so many years, is it just a scam!"

"Am I just a joke!"

"Master, why are you so cruel!"

Alphalia's voice finally fell silent, and her whole body was burned to ashes.

A gust of wind blows.

The ashes didn't even touch the body at all.

This moment.

All twelve masks had disappeared.

The new body, the body is fully formed, but it smells of decay, and the face is also blurred.

After all, a mask is missing.

How can the body you want to build be perfect?

He Duwei smiled slightly.

He reached out and shook it.

A dark white mask floated in his hand.

next second.

It just went into that body.

The figures gradually overlapped.

The whole body is trembling.

Yes……

As Heduwei said, it goes back to the past and replaces everything that Duwei in the past timeline has done.

Moreover, it also prepared a body for itself.

The entire Vanity Sect is its pawn.

Even, it left something on Carlos.

It is also the creation of the demon god.

It is a derivative of the demon god.

It is both Heduwei and Demon God.

This is why Du Wei entered the gate of hell and traveled to the Victorian era, but he always felt that it was a false time node.

Because of his timeline, something went wrong.

"Now, the right time, place and people are all on my side."

Hei Duwei's voice was cold and sinister, and he put the mask on his face.

The face without features is covered by a mask.

It looked exactly the same as Du Wei's mask before.

Can't find the slightest difference anymore.

If you have to say the difference, it is its breath, which always has a decayed feeling, like a corpse that came out of hell.

Horrible.

...

the other side.

The battle between the evil spirit Du Wei and Paimon was about to come to an end.

It's about to win.

Ninety percent of that pale world is occupied by darkness.

The evil spirit Du Wei pinched Paimon's neck with one hand. He was a demon god in concept, but he was almost pinched to death by it in a conceptual way.

At this moment.

The evil spirit Du Wei turned his head and looked into the distance indifferently.

It saw Heduwei.

He also saw the tall tower behind He Duwei.

I also saw Solomon's seventy-two pillars of demon gods.

At this moment, the world has really come to an end, or in other words, the cycle has come to an end.

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