Chapter 1144 Chapter 1142 Hell Painting Scroll

In the surging disaster, numerous death realms descended, embedded in the fragments like tarsal maggots, and began to spread poison rapidly.

Infinite malice flows through the earth's veins, ocean currents and winds, and the pollution from the abyss constantly emerges everywhere in the debris, like huge mold spots, which is disgusting.

But at this moment, all the beings in the abyss camp saw such a scene, and there was no joy or happiness in their hearts.

Not to mention being forced to this extent by the current situation, resulting in the loss of initiative.

Just the loss of the ladder made everyone feel a dull pain, and even the jester was slandering the king for pretending not to care about the occasion: You have the privilege to use it early, and you have to wait until the ladder is broken before taking it out.

I've forced you to pretend, but you still have to suffer the loss, right?

Well, now that there is no central connection in the ladder, the powers descended from each hell can only fight independently, unable to coordinate with each other to the greatest extent.

The deterrent effect is not even the slightest bit worse.

If you are not careful, you may be divided and surrounded by the current situation.

But no one really had the courage to express their opinions in front of the Maharaja.

The last time the people who rushed in front of the Maharaja to say that you had a brain problem have already...oh, they have all sat across from the Maharaja's chessboard and bet against him.

But there are no twos and threes. Who the hell dares to be as crazy as Marcus and challenge the ruler face to face?

Didn't even Marcus rely on the former Utopia as a pillar to have room to maneuver in the abyss?

If there really is a jester who dares not to open or lift any pot, the flute player will not care. Maybe he will watch the fun and laugh at his subordinates for being so ignorant. He is stupid enough to be included in this year's jester. Ranking list of creative ways to die.

By the way, No. 1 has been booked by that guy He Di.

He shot himself in the foot, with all the advantages in hand, but was defeated by Huai Shi and was violently fucked by Nautilus. Whether it was a tragic or funny ending, no one else could match it.

After he could no longer provide entertaining plays and performances for the flute player, he was stripped of the seal of the abyss and removed from the jesters.

According to reliable information - that guy was captured and made into a ring. The high-ranking jester and great alchemist were reduced to giving after-school tutoring classes to a child.

What a miserable word.

With such a tragic lesson, the current jesters feel as terrified when they see Huaishi as they do when they see the old crooked-necked tree in the Astronomical Society.

Now his ranking on the blacklist has risen to 46th.

Compared with the original 91, the progress is gratifying.

If he hadn't reached the fifth level yet, he probably wouldn't have been able to enter the top twenty miles!

A living thorn in the side of hell.

Although the reputation is polarizing, among the evil heretics, he is already a gentleman who can be punished by everyone...

If you have the opportunity to put eye drops on such a guy, you will definitely not show any mercy.

Besides, aren't there a bunch of lonely ghosts from the Utopia standing in front of us?

For example, before the chessboard...

Marcus!

At that moment, the old diplomat in the wheelchair suddenly bent down, coughed violently, and the wrinkled skin spasmed and shrank in one place.

Heart cramps, lungs torn, limbs broken, blood dried up, soul burned...

Countless phantom pains descended upon that soul like a candle in the wind.

He raised his face, and in his bloodshot eyes, the pupils shrank, revealing a little bit of darkness.

A sign of solidification!

At this moment, the assessment report in the Gaia fragment has been delivered to every member of the decision-making room. Earlier, the numbers had already lit up on the armrest of the old man's wheelchair.

The correction value is 66% and the distortion is 34%!

Thirty-four percent of this world is already shrouded in the abyss...

Likewise, as one of the bets.

One-third of Marcus's soul has received the favor and blessing of hell.

Almost visible to the naked eye, the suffocatingly pure Essence of the Abyss fell from the sky and was poured into his soul. That power has made countless jesters and crown wearers crazy with jealousy!

Hell seems to be cheering for it too.

Pulling at his will.

"Tsk——"

In the Pantheon of Rome, the emperor who was paying attention frowned and said nothing, just pressing the hilt of his sword.

Not a word was spoken.

But everyone can feel the chill and anger lingering on the emperor.

Right next to Marcus, the creator Nakajima, who had always had no presence at all, reached out, pulled out a syringe gun from his pocket, put it against Marcus' neck, and pulled the trigger.

The potion from the House of Continuity infuses the soul.

He forcibly curbed the spreading pollution and erosion, even at the cost of tearing his soul apart, and suppressed the symptoms of coagulation to about one-third.

The old man in the wheelchair convulsed and suddenly stiffened for a moment. After a long time, a choking sound came out of his throat.

The mottled white hair hangs down from his forehead, looking extremely embarrassed.

Already, sweating profusely.

So, after lightly wiping the stains and saliva from the corner of his mouth, Marcus raised his head again and urged coldly: "What's wrong? Keep going."

Therefore, the chess players in front of him withdrew their concerned or worried gazes and never looked back.

Only the great king on the throne chuckled.

"Look, my friend, such a stubborn and struggling attitude is really heartbreaking."

He sighed in approval: "No matter how many times I see it, the dazzling light like thunder is still so fascinating."

"Although disrespecting a strong person like you is a recipe for death, I really want to say that you should save it."

Marcus shook his head slightly and sighed: "I already have an ideal that I want to devote my life to. Nothing can compare with it, Your Majesty, not even you."

"Haha, you only have a short time of a hundred years, and it is natural for you to be stubborn and biased. Marcus, I don't care about your contempt and rudeness. One day you will understand how precious the things I have given you are. .

Until then, you can struggle and resist as much as you want, but it won't work.

Just like your world is going to sink, you're going to end up here. "

The Maharaja smiled magnanimously and told him:

"Time is on our side."

The most powerful weapon in the world, the most precious treasure in the world, the longest-lived creature in hell, the remaining relics from the oldest era, the most maddening beauty in the abyss, and even the orb containing infinite power, possessed by countless deaths. The condensed diamonds save everything and at the same time completely distort everything from disasters and disasters...

In the Sea of ​​Thunder, these things are all available.

But unlike other places, the most beautiful things can only be owned and enjoyed by the strongest!

It's like the most brilliant soul in front of you at this moment.

Even in the Maharaja's treasury, there are not many collections that can compare with his.

He has enough patience to wait.

One day, Marcus stood in front of him willingly.

He has plenty of time.

"Time? Maybe..."

Marcus sighed lightly, "It's a pity that there is not much left for me, and nothing can be changed."

With his sigh, the dark world on the chessboard began to shine with light again!

Countless miracles sprinkled from under the projection of the three pillars.

Throughout the territory.

Illuminating the face of every ascendant.

When the long prelude ends, this is the real beginning.

They finally took possession of the fragments of Gaia.

Take control of it all.

The purpose of the Survival Institute has been achieved. They have truly applied the power from the current situation to this fragment, giving it life again, clearing the earth's veins, and rebuilding the world.

But as a price, they have to face a reversal of the situation, and hell's counterattack and invasion at all consequences. In order to win this bet, all rulers will use all means to smash this part of the world into pieces.

It is extremely difficult to achieve something.

But if you want bad things, all you need is one mouse excrement.

Just like what Huai Shi once did.

Now, just thinking about the unscrupulous destruction that Hell will do next, everyone feels a mountain of pressure.

Not even a brief moment of respite had passed before the whole world was already dyed red by the pervasive blood.

The sound of tide rises.

Accompanied by the low sound of bones rubbing against each other, the strange sound enveloped the entire fragment with the diffuse scarlet. Wherever it passed, countless remains in the soil and tombs were trembling slightly, and the source material silent in the soil was in hell. Under the attraction of precipitation, he threw himself into the huge and solemn dark palace.

[Blood Tax and Bone Levy]!

In the cracks in the earth, at the top of the dark city where the ruined kingdoms gathered, the throne set up for the King of Blight was empty.

But even though the supreme king is not here, the imperial orders he issued are still running here.

Above the hall, dozens of tax collectors and countless dark souls prostrated themselves on the ground. Only Gala held his head high. As a representative of one of the seven armies, he unfolded the scroll in his hand to convey the will of the King of Hell to the world in front of him. !

——All death, all bones, all destruction will lead to the subjugation of the country!

Blood, bones, souls, everything belongs to the Supreme King!

The moment the Withered King's throne descended, the irrevocable order had been implanted into the fragments - from this moment on, no, even before that, many large groups of people died in battle, and many people floated on the battlefield. The souls were pulled by the infinite power and involuntarily fell into the real 'hell'.

All deaths will converge into the country's destruction.

All broken souls will become minions of the subjugated country.

The blood river surged and spread under the deep earth.

The winding road of bones extends from the earth. On both sides of the road, all areas have turned into the land of the dead. Little by little green flames float in the cold air, illuminating each body from the soil. The corpse that crawled out of it.

Here, the destination of all things is established.

Even if this destination is not peaceful.

On the other side of the world, the rickety Wu Zhu screamed hoarsely, sang hymns, and worshiped the eternal dark thunder above the sky.

Under the dark sky, huge horns inlaid with gems and skulls were blown from the mouths of the dwarfs.

Echoing the thunder that is continuously shot down from the clouds.

The ruler from the Thunder Sea drinks strong drinks. She is named after the frost currents on the sea and the birth moon in the sixteenth day. She is the dwarf king of the Thunder Sea.

Standing tens of meters tall, he held the storm totem in his hand and raised his whale horn cup towards the world in front of him.

Here’s a toast.

"My Lord's authority is supreme!"

Countless large groups chanted the name of the great king, praised the power of the most powerful man, and shouted and shouted fanatically.

Amidst the earth-shattering thunder, the storm totem beside the dwarf king suddenly rose up a level, and then another level, skyrocketing! In the end, it turned into a giant pillar that seemed to support the entire world, causing the mighty thunder to spread in all directions.

"Hereby grant you the opportunity to reach the pinnacle, the achievement and hope that surpasses all others!"

The dwarf king, Frosty Moon, laughed and spilled the wine in his cup: "If you are not willing to be weak, if you are not willing to be enslaved, if you are not willing to suffer hardship, you can compete with the strong, and you can fight with your own kind!

This is the curse and blessing given to you mortal beings - you must know that you can become one by killing thousands of people, but one person is far better than a mob of thousands! "

——[Everything becomes one]!

The authority from the Maharaja comes down here.

That is the law from the Thunder Sea, the deep-rooted law and the supreme order.

The strong decides everything, the strong conquers everything, and the strong owns everything.

Stripping away all cover-ups and disguises, and mocking the so-called morality and order, only naked strength can achieve authority and become the supreme king!

When the authority fell, no matter in the current situation or in hell, the fighting spirit of all creatures suddenly erupted, the murderous intention in their hearts surged, their eyes were scarlet, and they looked at each other at the same kind next to them, gearing up.

The desire to become stronger, the ambition to control everything, the arrogance not to be inferior to others... It doesn't matter, everything has nothing to do with it. If you want to achieve success, then go grab it, kill it, and take everything away!

Likes kill each other, relatives harm each other, and all creatures fight against each other!

Breaking through the natural limits and born constraints, even the weakest ants can continue to become stronger in this struggle, endlessly absorb nutrients and strength from the authority of the monarch, and become a strong man who can rival all things!

As long as you fight, you can make progress. As long as you kill, you can grow.

This is the supreme truth of Thunder Sea.

For the current situation, it is like a cruel world raising poison!

As long as you are strong enough, you can do whatever you want.

Even if you challenge the king, as long as you can pass the trial, everyone will witness this duel that belongs to the strongest.

If the position of the Great Lord can be changed, then today, which will be repeated every hundred years, will be the most grand and fanatical festival in the Thunder Sea!

Now, this piece of blessing from hell is spread to the entire world without distinction, seeping into every inch of soil, inspiring all things to find the strongest.

Soon, among these countless fighting wills, a huge cycle instantly emerged.

The chants from the ranchers spread from the holy Elysium projection.

The hunting angels hold long swords in their hands, witnessing the faith and dedication made in the hearts of all creatures.

——Hell’s food chain is formed because of this!

All things die, all things fight, and all things eat each other!

Immediately afterwards, the CEO of Yongshi Group casually threw out the cards in his hand.

The nerve-wracking chain summons began, and frames were shrouded in fragments - [Independent Registration], [Personnel Outsourcing], [Huge Rewards], [Eternal Blessings], [Option Dividends], [Meditation] Spirituality], [Happy Labor]...

Driven by the eternal profit, those smoky mountains responded with a roar, flesh and blood factories rose from the ground, and countless slaves wailed on the assembly line, unable to be relieved.

The truth of the mutual destruction of all things is revealed here.

As the degree of distortion skyrockets, the picture scroll from hell is unfolding rapidly...