Chapter 291 Chorus of Destruction

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"...How many church members and innocent people died on the way to hunt down Ince Zangwill and recover 0-08?"

"...How pitiful, you stupid, upright people, how sad it would be if they knew that their tragedy was tacitly approved by God from the beginning!"

Leonard gritted his teeth and ran with Daley on his back, not daring to look at the scene behind him.

"...0-08 is an important item needed by a high-sequence extraordinary person. Your goddess of the night has cooperated with the other party, so as a reward, 0-08 should be given to this high-sequence strongman."

The oncoming wind hit him in the face, and a frightening breath rose from behind. Just a wisp of breath made Leonard's knees weaken and he fell to the ground, and his hands and feet began to twitch uncontrollably.

Leonard struggled to raise his upper body and put Daley, who had fallen to the ground, back on his back.

He knew that his hands and legs were shaking violently, and fear and more complex emotions occupied his mind. But he still had to take Ms. Dai Li and the captain away from here. He bit his lip hard, forcing the pain to drive away those emotions.

"Do you hate me, or do you hate the existence of 'kneading human life at will'?"

What I really hate is...

Leonard stood up tremblingly, helped Dai Li on his back, abandoned all distracting thoughts, and silently said in his heart: Run, run, run!

But even so, his teeth kept chattering and tears flowed unconsciously.

Run, run, run. Constantly running away.

"Run!!"

When the crowd reappeared around him, Leonard yelled at them: "Run! Don't stand here!!"

But the passers-by around him did not listen to his call. They looked at this young man with tattered clothes and scars and carrying an unconscious woman with curious eyes. Leonard had no time to do anything more, so he could only continue to run forward unwillingly and angrily.

He didn't dare to slow down even a little. His spiritual perception made him feel cold all over, as if there was a sharp knife pressed against the back of his neck.

There was a huge explosion behind him, and the people around him started discussing strangely. Then, screams broke out one after another due to extreme fear, and blood-red seawater poured into the city, and countless people were swallowed up without saying a word. , as if melted directly into it.

run! run! run!

The instinct of survival and the idea of ​​"getting them out of here" occupied Leonard's brain. He wished he could instantly transform into an eight-legged monster like Ince Zangwill, capable of speeds that could not be captured by the naked eye. run.

"Captain Sost!"

"Your Excellency Ilia!!"

He shouted the names of his companions and saints loudly, but the "Eye of the Goddess" was not here, and Sost may have given up on approaching the dangerous street garden after discussing with other people in the church, and chose to evacuate the crowd or other methods .

The breath of madness and death followed closely. Leonard watched with his own eyes as people who couldn't dodge were swallowed up by the sea of ​​blood. The screams and cries always disappeared in a flash.

He felt that he was also gradually losing strength. He felt as if there was an angry voice roaring in his heart, but now his ears were ringing due to both spiritual and physical exhaustion, and he could not hear what the voice was roaring at all.

Using his last strength, Leonard poured his spirituality into his "squirming hunger" and rushed through the door that suddenly opened in front of him.

boom!

Leonard lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground. Fortunately, the grass was soft and still had the warmth of the sun.

He chose the coordinates in an abandoned garden on the outskirts of Backlund. The place was inaccessible and in disrepair. No one would notice that a red glove suddenly appeared in the capital from the coast across hundreds of kilometers.

He put Dai Li down and then hit the ground without any force.

At this time, his brain finally resumed functioning again. He thought of the priest who picked up 0-08 whose appearance he could not remember, of Klein who was suddenly taken away by the shadows, and of his childhood in the orphanage. The grandma who gently told the children the fairy tales in "Apocalypse of the Night" with an oil lamp, thought of those oaths, those companions, those who expressed their gratitude to themselves, those who cried helplessly, those who gave in again and again. Others who died in dangerous missions...

Deal, sacrifice, undercover, acquiescence.

What I hate...

Leonard covered his eyes with his arms, tears slowly flowing down his cheeks.

…

The True Creator closed his eyes and his expression became serious:

"Klein, close your eyes, don't listen or look."

Klein nodded. He closed his eyes and blocked his hearing. The thick shadows around him rose up like a curtain of water, hiding him in another world.

The True Creator saw Klein's figure disappear into the shadows, and turned his eyes slightly. A gust of extremely cold wind drifted in from the window, and a gray-white figure appeared in his eyes.

The figure smiled and said: "It's great. We just haven't seen each other for a few hours, and we meet again with a new look. The unpredictable changes in possibilities are always so charming."

Judging from the number of words, the Outer God is indeed in a relatively happy mood now. He is biased towards Edward's character. It may also be a disguise brought by the devil's path. He is more difficult to deal with than before... The true creator clicked his tongue in his heart. He groaned and said bluntly:

"Give me the uniqueness and sequence one of 'The Visionary'."

"No. Adam united with Dark Night to attack me and tried to take away my extraordinary characteristics. I will not let him go."

The Declined King shook his head, and his tone was still relatively light: "Of course, I know that an alliance maintained by strength and interests can only become closer when both parties gain something...Dear ally, you want to get something else What?"

The True Creator narrowed his eyes slightly, and was neither disappointed nor surprised by this answer.

It is certain that he will not give it. As long as he can obtain the "Imaginary", he can immediately use the uniqueness of his imagination to be infinitely close to his heyday. There is a high probability that the outside gods will know some of its secrets.

Adam's arrangement was truly a stroke of genius.

He really doubted whether he was contaminated by an external god, so he made a fatal mistake by not using his true form to see Him.

The true Creator has no sadness or joy, blocks all his emotional expressions, and then slowly raises a finger.

"Eternal Sun."

He said calmly: "You also know that 'creating everything, omniscient and omnipotent' is my most important direction, and 'visionary' is of great significance to me, and is by no means comparable to a sun. Therefore, give him three parts Sequence One and Uniqueness are handed over to me completely and normally.”

The Outer God just thought about it. He knew that the power of goodwill and reciprocity can better promote cooperation, and he was not surprised by this request:

"My pleasure."

The speaking style and tone also changed... The True Creator then spoke, "In addition, I have a new deal to discuss with you: I want you to give me a blessing, a normal blessing."

The Declined King paused for a second:

"I need to explain to you, ally, my curse is a blessing. You can regard the latter as a side effect of the former. How can you use the side effect alone? It depends on you."

The true Creator spoke:

"I will ask for your help under certain conditions, and you will choose the most suitable curse and power."

The outer god became interested when he heard this:

"Oh, as you asked? I'm glad you are willing to trust me like this, but what exactly do you want to do?"

"It depends on whether you have the guts to get involved."

The corners of the True Creator's mouth raised slightly, and for the first time in a transaction with an alien god, he took the initiative to reach out:

"——King of Decline, do you dare to participate in the return of 'God'?"

"I want to make a deal with you, using my complete trust in you in exchange for your wholehearted help. I am going to try to control the Sea of ​​Chaos and invite you as a witness and facilitator - you also have the authority to 'record', right? This must be a great gift.”

The moment these words fell, the expression and movements of the Declined King stopped at the same time.

His simulated human face finally settled on a smile waiting for the real Creator to make a request. After a brief moment of sluggishness, the smile gradually expanded, changing from surprise to ecstasy, and from ecstasy to more obscure and intense emotions - and then , dark cracks appeared from the corners of his mouth on his slightly pale face. His joy made him temporarily forget to maintain his human appearance, revealing all kinds of mysterious and complex information symbols under his skin that could not be seen directly.

"Is this your way to break the situation?"

The Declined King stretched out his hand and pinched both sides of his hideous and terrifying cheeks, temporarily smoothing out the dark cracks and escaping spirituality. His eyes without visual function stared closely at the true Creator. His voice was loud, almost is laughing:

"It's amazing, I never thought I would have such an honor! I can't say no, I simply can't say no!"

The next moment, the Outer God suddenly stopped laughing and returned to his former calm:

"But you haven't finished speaking yet?"

The True Creator smiled, and his expression slowly turned serious again: "...The previous transaction between you and me officially started after this incident. I allow you to go to the Eastern Continent, and in exchange, give me the 'Witch of Despair'. Also, keep as many people as possible from Intis.”

"..."

The Declined King slowly put down the hands pinching his cheeks with a slightly subtle expression - after a brief moment of loss of control, his micro-management level returned to normal: "I can't understand you, ally. You have the consciousness and courage yourself. , but still want to protect the mysterious successor."

"Tianzun will not be grateful to you."

"What is the point of this? Even if the original returns, you will still retain your love for the believers and humanity, and they will still be safe."

"How long can you keep me away, one month, or two months? You shouldn't place your hopes on such a short time. Even for short-lived species like humans, one or two months is not worth mentioning. How far can he go? Can he become what you want?"

Hearing this, the corners of the True Creator's tightly closed mouth also slightly raised, and he sighed from the bottom of his heart without any emotional hostility or defensiveness.

"This is a bet, and it is also the path I will eventually take."

"I hope that I love people because I am a human being, not because they are my followers."

"Klein - of course, I protect him and look forward to him because he owns the Source Castle. If I succeed, he will not need to sacrifice for this anymore. But even if he doesn't, he is still someone who is protected by me."

"Love of one's own race."

The Declined King held his chin and sighed as well:

"I can understand this answer, and I have seen too many creatures like you, but I am just a bystander and I don't feel the same way."

After saying that, He turned his gaze to the window covered by the curtains, and his tone became relaxed and cheerful again: "Then I'm leaving. I will bring back Intis and the Eternal Sun as souvenirs. I like your answer, I like it All kinds of human nature reflected in you, even selfishness, are so dazzling because of your awareness and courage... I even want to give you a hug, but our relationship doesn't seem to be that good?"

The Declined King laughed softly twice, waved his hand, and disappeared from the room, as if no one had ever been there.

…

Shortly after He left, the True Creator looked away again and clicked his tongue:

"The departure path of the 'Mother of Heaven' is in my observation. Guard your parish and I will give you some help."

"You should know what you should do, and you should also guess the corresponding price."

It was quiet all around, and no one answered the words of the true Creator, but He still said:

"Put away those useless speculations. In my opinion, there is no difference between you and the God of Death. If you can win in the end, it will not be because you are stronger or more sinister, but because you were once a human being."

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After making that arrogant declaration, the new demon king suddenly let out a brisk laugh.

"Sure enough, I didn't choose the wrong person to cooperate with... Such an outstanding person and God, why should I not help him?"

The blue flame curtain gradually fell, and the decaying atmosphere spread out in circles like water waves. This place was deeply depressed, life died, souls were shattered, and the ocean quickly died under His feet.

The kingdom where He stands has a red sky, with clouds and fire blazing together.

rise!

The stars corresponding to the astral realm shine brightly, shining with the ominous light of black and blood.

The fire lake of sulfur rises like ten thousand volcanoes erupting at the same time. It continues to expand and extend, burning everything along the way to become a sea of ​​fire. The dead souls who fall into it will be wiped out. This is the second death.

combustion!

The city that was once destroyed in the hands of the "Angel of the Abyss" instantly ignited fire at the corresponding coordinates in the spiritual world. The flames of hell entangled and merged with each other regardless of the distance of space in the directionless spiritual world, and countless corresponding spiritual world creatures and demons They rushed there like moths to a flame, turning into blue torches, singing and dancing happily in the city, fighting and devouring each other. The entire world where the "Abyss" was located also began to collapse at this moment. Those city-states were shattered one after another, leaving only a dark door that swallowed up all sins and placed them in deep darkness.

"He who is unjust, let him remain unjust; and he who is filthy, let him be filthy forever!"

Under the crimson sky, several inscriptions that seemed to be written in blood gradually appeared on the door without a door -

"Those who enter this door must give up all conscience."

"...What a beautiful world."

The evil voice spoke with emotion.

The flames burned the black bones, and the scales were fastened layer by layer to create the toughest armor.

He stretched himself happily, his huge wings were hung with countless gloomy flames, and the ferocious horns of his head pierced his flesh and grew out, dyed a dark red by blood. The four folded wings were spread out above and below the two wings, and the six wings were swaying, as if they were trying to cover the sky and the sun.

The tail drags a slender pointed tail like a sword blade, and the nails are replaced by sharper claws, with layers of mystery symbolizing sin and terror engraved on it. The new scales and exoskeletons leave a pleasant sting when they pierce the skin, and when the blood falls to the ground, countless abominable demons are born.

Scales, wings, horns and claws, dragons and demons are always confused.

Because in the original mythology of mankind, everything that is terrifying and powerful always has similarities.

"You who are infected by sin, you are my people and my food."

The true god of the demon path laughed hoarsely, and every time he spoke, it seemed as if tens of millions of people spoke at the same time.

Countless figures flashed in the city filled with brimstone and hellfire. Some of them were pirates who committed many crimes, some were evildoers who killed innocent people indiscriminately, and some were nobles and rich men in high positions. Their death in the announcement of the abyss is equivalent to participating in the "requiem ceremony" of hell. From then on, they can no longer go to the kingdom of their gods, but have to fight in the palm of the devil and become the rations of others!

To turn a blind eye to sin is to admit the existence of the devil, and to be swallowed by the malice in your heart is the ritual of becoming a devil.

Even if there is no magic potion, even if the world is peaceful, as long as everyone still has evil thoughts, the demon tribe will thrive and expand!

"Any research is meaningful."

The Outer God chuckled humorously.

Hell and the real world interact smoothly, and souls are constantly being thrown into it. God has laid a dense snare for the wicked, and fire, brimstone, and hot wind have fallen under His gaze.

The abyss watches mortals, and mortals also find the location of hell.

In the crimson sky, the sharp sword light struck again, but it did not have the overwhelming trend of the past.

The cut sky slowly recovered, and the sunlight was driven away.

The battlefield was chosen on the ocean, and the world was turned upside down, as if it was the end of the world. But the roaring wind and thunder are always inexplicably weakened due to the strange "corruption", the authority of the earth is difficult to approach, the stagnant dusk stays silently in the north of the world, and the shining giant sword is inserted diagonally on the ground. , the light of morning light protected the Gargas Islands in the distance of the battle zone.

The blazing sunshine envelops the golden fire rain falling from the sky. The flying pages and brass-colored eyes are constantly trying to analyze and understand the authority and symbols of this strange god. Only a few pieces of information can be retrieved.

All kinds of great powers were intertwined, and before all the attacks fell on the outer gods, the Declined King raised his head, and his flaming eyes suddenly swept across the three gods.

Suddenly, their thinking was confused, their instinct to gather intensified, and their hostility to each other instantly surpassed their hostility to foreign gods!

The next moment, the sun and thunder were torn together, and the sky was illuminated by lightning and sunlight. The brass eyes suddenly turned, constantly reading, writing, and modifying the trajectory of their authority and ability attacks. The strong wind fluttered the feathers. Like bright fires fell on the sea and a small part of the land one after another, and countless golden flames ignited on the sea in an instant.

After two full seconds, their battle suddenly stopped, and they were further apart than before.

Wonderful.

The Declined King has ended this curse, which was more warning than actual effect, and is not prepared to reveal more of his strength.

After all, a demon is always more powerful than just its combat power.

"Honorable gods, as you can see, I am not your kind."

"but--"

"Maybe I'm not your enemy either."

The ferocious demon had a mellow voice, and with a slight flap of his membrane wings, dark blue fire fell like rain.

The Outer God laughed loudly and said: "I am here for my source, and I have never been truly hostile to you for thousands of years. It is also a normal polymerization reaction to take action on the path you need. I may not be your enemy!"

"I don't need an anchor and I won't rob you of your land and your people."

"I don't need your way, but the demons and prisoners who have been contaminated."

"Similarly, I also need a relatively safe environment to find what I need and digest my newly acquired loot. I will not actively be hostile to you. In response, if you are willing to give me a place to stay, I can give it to you. The required knowledge of the starry sky..."

He stopped there, leaving an intriguing silence.

Don't you want to live?

It took you thousands and tens of thousands of years to develop to where you are now. Are you willing to be buried with this planet?

Don't you know that the hope of victory is slim, and the only chance of victory may be to exchange for your life...

If you can survive, even if you abandon some anchors and rely on the power of the true God, how can you find new intelligent life forms and preach again?

As soon as these words came out, the world seemed to be a little quieter.

The church of the gods may have warned the world countless times not to listen to the devil's words, but at this moment, their gods were also bewitched by an almost irresistible temptation!

"but--"

"Someone has given me a reward to buy me the life of a god..."

Just when the gods were still immersed in the uncomfortable silence brought by the last message, the demon suddenly turned around and rushed out like a meteor rising from the ground, leaving a thunderous explosion in place, white The air waves drove away the sea water and the remaining land!

In the deep darkness, a blazing sun slowly rose.

Without any prompting or warning, He went straight towards the sun!

At the same time, the shadow that seemed to be able to swallow the entire world flowed silently towards Intis. People knelt down in circles and closed their eyes to pray outside the Cathedral of Light. The brief chaos just now dissipated invisible under the purification of the sun. , making everyone’s faith more stable.

Click.

The frightening sound of biting and chewing suddenly made the world rumble.

People looked up in shock.

The sun is still hanging there in the sky, but——

One corner is missing.

The brief silence was interrupted by the rain of fire falling from the sky. The hot flames rushed to all parts of the northern continent. The golden blood and feathers ignited the raging fire. Fear and despair spread to everyone's hearts in an instant. Huge riots started due to this. The whole of Tis erupted!

The shadow temporarily blocked the expansion of the disaster, and the golden blood disappeared into the shadow. In the dark world, the burning white light wheel emits golden light and gets closer and closer to the sun.

"Judgment Day! Judgment Day!"

Not only were the people howling in panic, but everything tangible was burned and everything on the ground was destroyed.

Then, in the new heaven and earth, righteousness dwells in it.

Fire and brimstone fell from the sky, and those who escaped stopped for a moment before being burned into crystal pillars of salt by the unimaginable heat.

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In a luxurious mansion where the riots had not yet spread, Ms. D was sitting at her desk, considering her sentences.

She has all the demigod materials, and only needs a ritual to be promoted. For this reason, she planned to tell her old friend "The Star Admiral" the good news. Both of them are Sequence 5, and now that she has prospects for promotion, she feels a little proud of sharing.

But just after she started writing, Ms. D's eyes gradually widened. Her pen seemed to be no longer under her control, and she scrawled one horrible sentence after another on the gorgeous letter paper, one after another of hideous and weird words. picture. Then, the pen in her hand slowly melted, and the ink and gold shell fused together, forming a strange stain.

Ms. D looked at her hand in shock. She suddenly realized that it was not the problem with the pen, but an abnormality in her body temperature!

The whole mansion was heating up. The sunflowers and all the light-loving plants planted in the garden were withering at a speed visible to the naked eye. The ground was cracked, as if it had been in a place where it had not rained for decades. Not only that, everything indoors has a tendency to melt!

When her hair began to curl and turn black, Ms. D ran away from the room where the temperature seemed to have exceeded 50 degrees without thinking. She ran to her little treasure house, pulled an inconspicuous door in the corner, and pulled it with all her strength. He broke off the door handle and hid inside.

In an instant, the world in front of her went black, and the cold air enveloped her.

The Dark Saint walked around the office, his expression sometimes ferocious and sometimes gentle, as if he was fighting with himself.

Ms. D frowned, clenched the handle and approached the wall, preparing to leave through the other door.

"You came."

He stopped and gave Ms. D a scary smile: "Don't return to Intis until everything is over..."

“…the Lord is taking back His authority and His glory.”

Ms. D was stunned for a moment and suddenly clenched the thing in her hand.

With the political sensitivity of a Marquis' daughter, Irena suddenly realized that if the Eternal Sun Church loses power and the Aurora Society is ready to take power and restore the glory of the "ancient sun god", then, then!

As an envoy of the Aurora Society, and as a great nobleman of Intis, I am very likely to be reused!

She will become the highest-ranking secret agent of the Aurora Society in Intis, handling more church-related affairs, with divinity and power within reach!

"Thank God!"

Ms. D smiled happily.

“All glory to the Lord!”

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Backlund.

The power of tranquility finally restored calm to the city, but further away, chaos continued.

Audrey stayed at home. She looked out the window into the distance. There were blood and bullet holes remaining on the streets. These traces of damage would be cleaned up one by one after the riots were brought under control, and Backlund would return to peace as before. The look of prosperity.

She saw the church members ahead cleaning up the mutated monsters in the blocked area. These monsters came from nowhere. Some looked like deformed animals, and some looked like mutated people. The members of the church have been fighting them for a long time, resisting the attacks of monsters and the erosion of themselves by all kinds of evil, to protect this land.

Everyone was afraid, everyone was terrified, they were exhausted, but they still didn't retreat.

Audrey withdrew her gaze with complicated emotions. She shifted her gaze to another place and saw the tied people in the garden.

Among them were servants, coachmen, gardeners and handymen. They had committed injuries and even murders in previous malicious riots. They were now under guard and were waiting to be sent to Silveras Field after they calmed down. .

The mixed-race girl who killed the maid who bullied her was also among them. There was dried blood on her hands and face, and her falcon-like eyes were staring at the people with guns around her. The other prisoners did not want to get close to her. , she just sat there alone.

Suddenly, Audrey and the mixed-race girl's eyes met, and a sneer gradually appeared on the latter's expressionless face.

She raised her hand and made a shooting gesture, aiming at Audrey who was standing in the high pavilion to watch.

Then she pointed at one of the prisoners and shouted:

"He's got a gun on him!"

The moment other people's eyes were attracted, she jumped up suddenly and rushed towards the guard closest to her with astonishing explosive power. The gun in the guard's hand was almost snatched away from her. She turned the gun's muzzle forcefully and pointed it at the pavilion where Audrey was!

boom!

The "Hand of Fear" distorted the bullet's trajectory so that it didn't hit anyone, just a spark that exploded in the masonry below.

The mixed-race girl saw this and laughed to herself.

She muttered something in her mouth, then kicked the guard hard in the stomach and put the muzzle of the gun against her chin.

boom!

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"Aren't you going to lie? I've been thinking about your desire to release. You're breaking the law, you know! Come on, let me teach you. First, use antique collections and extraordinary items to lure people here. Then, what to do next, and then put them on your body?" The money was defrauded bit by bit, and the family members were contacted to ask for ransom. After the family members were also deceived, they were handed over to the local court. The severed hands were treated as severed feet. If there were slaves, there were several slaves who would kill them section by section. Cut off his fingers, and if the fingers and toes are not enough, we gouge out their eyes... No, what am I talking about?”

…

Traynor woke up from his dream. He felt his blood rushing up and his mood was irritable. He wished he could find a mutton skewer to chew on or get up and beat someone up.

He turned over very dissatisfied and continued to sleep.

TBC

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I am writing and writing.

How did Agaritu die? Agaritu went to the small town to work as a secret puppet.