Chapter 1285: Out of Hell

When the enthusiastic praises of countless souls came to an end, the joyful hymns of the eternal paradise ended, and the shrill cracking sound resounded throughout the Holy Gospel Seat.

At this moment, just above the head of the righteousness, the ascending sky with countless light wheels nested in it suddenly began to expand... Behind the countless cracks, it seemed that some terrifying power was about to burst out.

Even though there are layers of pressure and constraints——

In the command conference room of the Silver Sea, there was deathly silence during the time that slowed down to the limit.

Not even the sound of breathing could be heard.

Everyone held their breath, widened their eyes, and stared at the cracks that appeared one after another on the five intertwined chains.

He involuntarily straightened his body, as if he could see more carefully.

The cord of order collapses! The moral cord collapses! The cord of desire collapses! The cord of mind collapses! The rope of life collapses!

Every silent rupture seemed to glow with an earth-shattering roar in the gaze of the witnesses.

Until the final crack emerges from the center of the Eternal Paradise and penetrates it!

A pair of eyes filled with ecstasy blinked hard, fearing that this was an illusion caused by observation errors, but after three verifications, the shining light brought the final report.

Finally, I couldn't bear it any longer and shouted out! ! !

"Start, start!"

Yegor pushed Russell away who kept chattering in the private chat next to him. The nihilistic soul turned red with excitement and passed the instruction to delegate authority.

But before that, the burning flames burst out again inside the Gospel Holy Seat!

The moment when justice loses the supply of infinite power and is knocked back to its original shape.

No, even earlier than that…

Long before the power that surged and then fell began to become unstable, understanding had already emerged in everyone's mind.

——The time has come!

The fierce light of the Sword of Eden rises again.

The sword of judgment that exhausted all light and heat was swayed, and even the canonized saint holding the sharp blade was directly ignited, but the saint didn't care at all.

He did not hesitate to use up all his correction values ​​and put himself into it, completely condensing the whirling flames into substance. In the end, the red four-edged whirling blade became blurred.

It was rising like gas.

This violent force slashed horizontally and horizontally, and with just a sweep, the terrifying gravity distorted the space, collapsed inward, and formed a storm, pulling everything around it into it.

[Coronal Mass Ejection] The horrific phenomenon is repeated from this moment on in a miraculous way.

Every time it collides with the Sword of Sacrifice, it is like a tit-for-tat duel with the power of the self-destructing ruler. With destruction beyond the limit, justice is forced to deal with the strongest lethality on himself!

Sacrifices are constantly being reborn, leaving no time for others to care.

And in the swirling blood and fire, Yazhen came again, and the broken halberd fell towards his face.

Justice opens his mouth and gives orders silently.

In the deepest part of Meirongtian, the pale holy spear on the altar whizzed out, fell into his hand, thrust forward, and resisted this blow that was like death.

In the righteous eyes, radiance spurted out, piercing Artemis's face. Let the Valkyrie's shield be raised high, and there will be no time to strike. The shadow of justice rising behind him was constantly squirming, piercing the surroundings like a torrential rain of shadows, pushing back the circulating darkness.

The speed of that movement was incredibly fast.

No, it's not that fast anymore.

When he simultaneously resisted Yasu, Shuterol and Black God, attacking in three different ways from three different spans of body, shadow and soul, that weird sense of absurdity emerged from everyone's minds again.

It's like, in one moment, being able to make three different choices at the same time.

Coupled with the Sword of Sacrifice, the Shadow of Justice and the Holy Spear, as well as the control and attack of the eyes and various super-large mysteries in the Gospel Holy Seat, it is like having a hundred hands and a thousand eyes...

Thousand eyes...

——Eye of God!

"Watch his eyes!"

Vitali, half burned, reappeared from Hodel's darkness.

The most evil sword in his hand floats like a phantom - in the heart of justice, there is no evil thought or wavering at all, and there is no way to use or kill it. However, the evil thoughts accumulated along the way have no source and cannot be squandered at will.

A rare hint of embarrassment.

Just now, he was almost trapped in the right eye of justice - he took the risk and went deep inside, only to find that the countless mirrors and observation angles inside the eyes were like a kaleidoscope, with no blind spots at all, and they were all natural. into a maze.

It seemed that there were tens of millions of souls observing from different angles and methods, and he almost got lost among them.

But the strangeness of this power is not its terrifying observation power, but the countless detailed and comprehensive response plans it brings.

The reason why it is called the Eye of God is not because he sees everything and knows everything like a god, but because he can make the most appropriate and effective decisions like a god.

At the same time, he can use three completely different coping methods at the same time, and then choose the most powerful ending for him based on the results he observes!

This is almost as authoritative as reversing cause and effect!

In his eyes, a round is three different chessboards running in parallel, but the enemy can only make one move. Coupled with that cold, mechanical, flawless consciousness, he can choose the most powerful result for himself.

In the Holy See of the Gospel, no matter what happens, he has a way to deal with it adequately.

This is his home court!

Snapped!

Just above his head, in the light wheel, the Eternal Paradise once again cracked open a gap, but this time, in the Gospel Holy Seat, countless chains of light extended and wrapped around it, blocking it instantly, suppressing the gap. The power that is about to break out of the shell.

Finally, slowly sinking towards the suddenly opened crack!

"Let go!"

Yazhen roared, and as the blood and fire rose, Yuan Jixian rushed forward again. Regardless of the penetration of the holy spear, the halberd came out of his hand and was thrown towards the Eternal Paradise.

Under the triple blessing of blood-stained, burning, and rancid blood, the broken halberd turned into an ominous star, leaving behind a scarlet trail. It broke in step by step, cut dozens of chains, and then nailed itself to the shell of Eternal Paradise.

In the crack, the sinking of the Eternal Paradise came to an abrupt end.

its stuck!

And Yuan Jixian has been punched through by justice!

Fly out upside down.

Zhengyi's face was expressionless, as if he was not aware of the gap that appeared in his chest, and he faced the siege from all directions flawlessly.

In mid-air, Yaizi hit the dome, rolled, and fell again, towards the earth, under the continuous beams of fire.

But this time, after losing his weapon, he didn't rush forward again.

On top of the broken face, half of the bones were exposed. There was no flesh, blood or internal organs visible in the crack on the chest, only layers of flames surging and burning.

With his feet on the sea-like darkness, he suddenly turned around and shouted at Zhu Jiuyin, who was spewing evil curses and sea of ​​evil to block external interference: "Old man, give me your left hand!"

"Damn it!" Zhu Jiuyin was furious: "Whenever there is any trouble, you will come to collect debts - could it be that I got this trophy on credit back then!"

"Stop being so verbose and hurry up!" Yuan Ji urged first: "At worst, you can take it back after you've finished it!"

"Tsk——"

After all, no more procrastination and wasting time.

In the deepest part of the dark tide, the dragon snake opened its mouth and spit out a dark torrent. In the torrent, the orb filled with strange phantom light slowly rose.

Between the closed sharp teeth, crush it!

Snapped!

Along with the crisp cracking sound, Zhu Jiuyin's scales seemed to pale a little.

At the other end, Yuan Jixian's blood fire soared into the sky, burning half of the sky red.

As if freed from the shackles, flames surged above the incomplete left arm, instantly reshaping the bones, fascia, texture, and nerves to form a complete arm!

A hoarse laugh broke out.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his left hand, pinched his fingers to make a whistle, and blew the sound with all his strength, and the sound of iron hooves resounded throughout hell. Red Rabbit leaped into the depths and came on fire, his eyes filled with light.

The old man propped up his body and got on his horse. Like clouds and flowing water, the thick armor appeared out of thin air in the blood and fire, and in his empty left hand, there was now a simple and solemn iron-tied bow.

From this gallop, the knight moved forward, pulled out a dark arrow from the sparse quiver on his waist, and placed it on the bow string.

Open your bow like a full moon.

In the ups and downs, I aimed at the place of justice from a distance.

"The general set the Tianshan Mountains with three arrows, and the strong men sang into the Han Pass——"

The veteran in the blood flame laughed and let go:

"go!"

Thunder thundered, blood and fire surged, and a ray of mournful light flew out.

Compared with the fleeting battle situation and struggle, the speed of the arrow is really too slow. But such an arrow made Justice frown, and he even gave up the power to resist the Sword of Eden and tried to escape.

But in the countless observations of God's Eye, he discovered that no matter what plan he chose, he could not change the outcome of being hit.

The authority that reverses cause and effect and events, locked in the blood feud of Yaizhen, has determined that the winner must be decided head-on, there is no way to escape!

If that's the case, then let's fight hard!

But at that moment, Tingting, who had been protected in the dark maze, reappeared. There was no sign of the three monkeys around him. He only glanced at Zhengyi from a distance, and blood oozed from his eyes and ears.

In this glance, he had already merged into the infinite perspective of the righteous eyes.

It's like a mouse droppings ruining a pot of soup.

Countless observations have gone awry due to subjective corrections, and countless plans have begun to attack each other, full of subjective assumptions and arrogance, as well as all kinds of completely incomprehensible analyses: 'Listen to me, Sword of Sacrifice. "You must be greedy in PVP, don't be greedy to play a few games", "Do you know what strategic transfer is?" "Ah, right, right", "I'll put one here first", Families put it up~'

Countless stains appeared in the rotating kaleidoscope, making it difficult to observe.

And when he tried to retreat, he saw Shuterol's figure appearing above where he was just now, with the bloody dagger in his hand held upside down.

Stab it down!

It was obvious that he had only penetrated his position not long ago, but Zhengyi felt that even he was pinned to the spot by this strange force, making it difficult to break free.

Artemis roared and raised her shield again.

Seizing this fleeting opportunity, he blocked the impact of the sword of sacrifice for Yuan Ji.

At that moment, the arrows of the white tiger, which once defended the Celestial Empire, defeated the Turks, and killed the wolf of disaster, were already coming towards us.

middle!

It was obviously just one arrow, but three deep arrow wounds appeared on Zhengyi Se.

Right hand, right eye and left foot!

Then, decide!

The green dragon was reincarnated four times, and the white tiger surrendered to the Tang Dynasty three times.

In the entanglement of three generations, the authority of the White Tiger King who killed all the Qinglongs comes into play. All targets hit will lose their power and return to mortal beings. The power of disasters and miracles disappears.

In his right hand, the Sword of Sacrifice was sluggish and difficult to operate; without the reference and reflection of his right eye, only a few of the infinite observations were left, making it difficult to be comprehensive.

And the connection between his feet and the Holy Gospel Seat was completely severed!

In this short span of time, the connection between justice and the Holy See of the Gospel was completely severed.

The sword of Eden fell, beheaded!

Artemis roared angrily, charging forward, and the spear in her hand penetrated the heart of Justice, while Shutrol had already reached out and coldly removed the shadow of Justice from his body.

The most evil sword that exhausted all evil thoughts was forged in the hands of the Black God. It emerged from the reflection of the blood droplets, pierced out, and penetrated the soul.

The pool of evil deeds opens at the feet of righteousness.

The ritual of sinking abyss formed by endless evil causes and evil consequences opened its mouth and crushed the ruler to ashes!

In an instant, the outcome was decided!

At the same time, in the command room of the first line of defense in America, Michelle clasped his hands behind his back and looked coldly at the Archangel Gospel who was blocked by Chunjun.

At the moment when the authorization from the Astronomical Society was issued, he waved:

"——Solar calendar stone, fill it with full power and launch!"

The defense line collapsed, and a whirlpool like a black hole emerged out of thin air, blooming, and extending from it a strange cannon body hundreds of kilometers long.

And just behind the whirlpool, in the darkness, in the collision of endless disasters and miracles, in the countless secret rituals, miraculous imprints emerge.

Liz, who was waiting, reached out, opened the box in her hand, and turned the key.

It's like smoking a gashapon.

A small sphere rolled down from the groove and fell into the loading mechanism.

In the fist-sized crystal ball, there is an ancient mansion shrouded in clouds and heavy rain, and even the endless wilderness and the strange figures walking staggering in the wilderness...

——[Depth 2] Hell·Screaming Pavilion!

A whole hell, driven by the loading mechanism, turned into a cannonball and merged into the hot turbulence.

There was no roar, no loud noise, and no high temperature.

All the power, all the destruction, was perfectly mobilized and operated, and was thrown into the fierce light flying out of the cannon body.

The terrifying power of a solar storm surges in the abyss.

In the blink of an eye, it crossed dozens of depths, penetrated into Chunjun's blockade, and flew out from the other end.

In the void, the newly born ruler, Gospel, froze for a moment, and his strange body like a big-headed baby was frozen in the dark abyss.

Only the harsh cry echoed through every soul.

The huge abdomen was completely penetrated and torn apart by that blow!

Flames, wreckage, broken temples and corpses emerged like internal organs, and endless pus spurted out like blood, unable to stop the desperate convulsions.

The Holy See of the Gospel is destroyed!

Almost at the same time, behind the twin natural enemies, the rainbow light in the Tianmen danced, flew out, and probed towards the abyss.

The Rainbow Bridge was operating at full power, and the seven-colored light condensed into substance followed the gap opened by the gunfire and fell into the interior of the Gospel Holy Seat. After tearing countless chains, it shrouded the Eternal Paradise.

Just like the palm of your hand, hold it in your hand!

Pull!

Just like a melon falling off its stem when it is ripe.

"Anchoring completed!"

"The depth remains normal!"

"The number of souls detected - three hundred, four hundred... 5.41 million..."

"Pay attention to continue to maintain depth."

"Recycling begins!"

Following the noisy report, under the coordination and escort of the deep space fleet, the light of the Rainbow Bridge rose upwards towards the Eternal Paradise!

At that moment, a sigh came from the lonely dark abyss.

So compassionate.

It was as if, staring at the grass and beasts, heading towards the end, I felt sadness and regret from the bottom of my heart.

Snapped!

Like a mirror cracking, an empty eye emerged from behind the void inside the Holy Gospel Seat.

At that moment, piercing sirens rang out from the battlefield. The Border Defense Front, the Commanding Bureau, the Survival Institute, and the entire relevant departments of the Astronomical Society were immersed in the sudden shock.

In the Gospel Holy Seat, among the originally discovered seven-day structure, there is a strange extra one!

After ascending to heaven, there is another layer! But Ascension to Heaven is already the highest division, the most noble place, so what the hell is that above Ascension to Heaven!

The light of the Rainbow Bridge froze in place.

The Eternal Paradise can no longer rise, as if it is grasped by invisible forces and refuses to leave.

The sound of crackling and cracking is endless.

On the top floor of the Holy Gospel Seat, from behind the mirror-like broken void, a viscous and putrid ocean burst out from the cracks, swallowing everything in an instant.

In the ocean of stomach that dissolves all things, consumes all living things, destroys and creates all living things, a lonely figure moves on the water.

Like a shoddy doll, he staggered around and took a step forward.

Her neck, which seemed to be out of joint, leaned crookedly on her shoulders, and she propped herself up.

The slightly weathered middle-aged face is handsome.

It's just that there is no sparkle in those empty pupils, only a glow that is so dazzling that it cannot be looked directly at!

The whole world was filled with only his sigh.

When he stepped forward, the earth and abyss shook, and everything shook.

Suffocating despair enveloped every soul.

"Eternal Group...Hell Workshop Master·NO.1?"

The observer with the bronze eyes resisted the burning pain and distinguished the figure. But when his eyes were burned out in the bright light, and he finally penetrated the appearance of nothingness in an instant and glimpsed the essence, his heart was completely broken. Sunk to the bottom.

Then where is the leader of the Hell Workshop, the ruler who was closest to the King of Hell?

Even though the authority is still there, the soul is intact, and the body is intact, there is a halo of light slowly lighting up above the head, and the hymn resounding throughout the Gospel Holy Seat...

Even the fanatical shouts of countless conquering angels and the respectful prostrations of the remaining archangels have already revealed the identity of the visitor...

——Element of Destruction·Rancher!

At this moment, the God of Hell walked out of the Paradise and descended into the abyss!

"What's going on?! What happened?"

The secretary of the observation department froze in his position: "Isn't that No. 1? Why are you with the rancher again..."

Yegor was silent, his face was ashen, and he did not speak.

"There's only one possibility."

Russell couldn't help but laugh out loud, mocking his own ignorance and limitations in the face of the absurd reality: "Is that so? He even ate his own allies..."

No, is that really an ally?

In the final analysis, from the very beginning, the alliance between Elysium and the workshop owners was only the result of their inference through clues and the activity of the workshop owners.

But what if it goes deeper...

Not a union, but a merger?

Isn’t the hell cycle of production, sales and processing that the workshop owners are so proud of, a force that is naturally in line with the ranchers’ dogma and purpose, and even the hell food chain?

If you want to grow, is there any food in the entire abyss that is more suitable for ranchers than workshop owners?

Deep foundation, prosperous, weak, and... so delicious!

Now, from a rancher’s perspective, everything is so natural.

But it was this extremely smooth logic that made Russell feel uneasy.

How long had He been preparing for this day?

ten years? century? Or does it start on the day of birth?

Faced with the alliance formed by the workshop owners and the behemoth of the Yongshi Group, the cannibalization and merger were completed quietly.

Even not long ago, when holding the country's bet, no one noticed anything unusual!

No trace was left behind.

Even in the current situation, after collecting clues, it can only be initially determined that the other parties have joined forces, and they dare not have any more exaggerated ideas.

In the final analysis, this result is too absurd and too shocking. Even other workshop owners may not know much about it, right?

In less than a second, in the conference room where time was slowed down to the limit, the Bronze Eyes had already transmitted the analysis results.

After burning countless observation eyes and exploration areas, we came to a preliminary conclusion.

Fusion state!

At this moment, NO.1 has perfectly become the carrier of the rancher's divine power. At the same time, it still retains its own authority and strength. Even though its cognition and will have been completely dissolved and transformed, it can still be regarded as an independent individual.

The divinity from the rancher circulates in that body, looking at the world through the soul of the disaster, forming a perfect personification!

From God to man.

Just like the white-crowned king once represented the Almighty God's will, today's No. 1 has become the perfect projection of the God of Hell in the abyss and the world!

If we look at it with the common sense of the current situation, it is... an out-and-out Son of God!

If we think about it again based on this premise, the ruler Gospel was the chariot prepared for him from the beginning. The Eternal Paradise is an attempt carefully prepared by the rancher...

So, is the purpose behind the start of this war really that simple?

Russell's thoughts were spinning, and he suddenly remembered something and turned around suddenly.

He looked at Yegor.

His eyes became sharp.

Yegor did not respond, just stared at the screen without saying a word.

Under the palm, a crumpled letter was pressed so hard.

At this point, no matter how brilliant the decision-making and command are, they can no longer interfere with the changes on the scene.

We can only rely on original preparations and on-site contingency.

And right above the present Holy See of the Gospel.

The moment they saw the Son of Elysium and the incarnation of the rancher walking out of the sea of ​​gastric juice, everyone began to retreat quickly.

Out of a horrifying premonition, he made an instinctive decision.

——Shake people!