There were Bologger, Olivia, the ritual of dispelling the Dark Iron Curtain, and his father, the Night King.

Sere asked seriously, "Can you?"

Sai Zong said, "Of course, the battle between devils is far more complicated and dangerous than you think."

"Can I see you again after this?"

Sere looked at Sai Zong with great worry. Sai Zong said that he was a devil, but in fact he was just the chosen one who stole the power of the devil. As the war progressed, he was suffering from rounds of rage. Maybe this battle

After that, Samuel will completely wake up in Sai Zong's body, and by then, Sere will no longer be able to see this funny guy who likes to pretend to be animals.

After getting along for so many years, even if Sere is a heinous bastard, he will inevitably have some feelings for him.

Sai Zong patted Serei's shoulder lightly, "Instead of worrying about me, you might as well worry about yourself. Can you beat him?"

Serei and Sai Zong looked at each other. After a few seconds, Serei changed from the bitter and vengeful man back to the familiar bartender. He combed his long scattered hair back and deliberately teased

He raised his eyebrows.

"That's for sure. If we don't chop off his head now that we're here, it won't be in vain."

Sai Zong likes the current Sere. This absurd look immediately reminds him of the past in the Undead Club, both bad and good.

"Take this with you, Sere, and regard it as my blessing."

Sai Zong said and tore off the index finger of his left hand. The flesh and blood quickly peeled off, revealing the smooth phalanges, and threw it at Sere.

Sere grabbed the phalanges, and after being separated from Sai Zong's body, the phalanges stretched and deformed, turning into a carefully polished bone dagger. The blade was slender and sharp, showing the pale color of the bones.

This is a source of sin weapon. The moment he grasped it, Sere realized this.

Looking at Sai Zong at this time, his severed finger was not healed, and what was flowing out was not blood, but the same stinking tar.

Sai Zong smiled and said goodbye to Sere, "Now you are also his champion."

The protection from the rage was given to Sere, and he ran towards the Origin Tower without looking back, his figure gradually disappearing between gray and pitch black.

Most farewells in life are like this. There are no deep words or solemn ceremonies. They are just a few words and end in an understatement. It is not until many years later, when you look back on this scene again, that you

I realize that this unexpected moment is the end.

Seeing that Serei had left the dangerous area, Sai Zong turned his eyes to the bulging behemoth again. Under the deformed shadow, the man's figure appeared. While looking at Sai Zong, he walked towards the outskirts of the royal city.

go.

The man stepped through the ruins, "It's interesting to say that not only did you avoid the impact of original sin on you by dividing consciousness and authority, but also because you hold authority, you can directly use the power of the devil as the chosen one.

Fight us."

"The so-called chosen ones were only born to avoid the restrictions on devils in the material world. Now that we are in the etheric world, such rules no longer apply."

Sai Zong followed the man closely and walked out of the ruins of the royal city with him.

"Not applicable, but our oath is still there, isn't it?" The man said softly, "The failure of the chosen one will represent the failure of the devil... Your special identity gives you the power to sweep away other chosen people in the material world.

, but this is the etheric realm, I am no longer restricted by the material realm, and your advantage will also become a disadvantage."

The man stopped and said, "If you lose here, it means Samuel has lost."

"I know, but I am not the only chosen one in the etheric realm."

Sai Zong said, and the Origin Tower in the distance once again made an explosion sound. Under the blessing of the majestic ether in the etheric world, the flames were endless.

"As long as the Night King dies, you will also fail."

The man's voice paused and said firmly, "I will not fail."

"But you have failed before," Sai Zong said with a smile, "You were still failed by that guy just now... Do you know what that bastard does at night? Pole dancing, the sin of arrogance, and you are actually punished by this kind of thing.

Guy frustrated.”

Over the long years, Sai Zong was not just playing animals. He watched people's daily conversations and learned many extremely ironic words.

The man said no more, and the huge thing behind him moved slowly. As it moved, many undead people were directly submerged in it, making no sound.

This was his demonstration against Sai Zong, who waved his hand. The surrounding ruins stirred, and then a figure surrounded by thorns was pulled out.

It was York. He had just planned to launch an attack on Sere, but he was absolutely suppressed by Sai Zong. In the face of real authority, York had only the fragments of power to obey.

Looking at this dilapidated figure, Sai Zong felt deeply sorry.

The thicket of thorns completely unfolded, revealing York's bloody face. Under Sai Zong's guidance, the rage that had tortured him for countless days and nights finally subsided, and a little clarity emerged from his cloudy eyes.

York looked at Sai Zong blankly, his mind had long been broken, and his current reaction was just a glimpse of the power of rage.

"I'm sorry for putting you through too much."

Sai Zong hugged York and also hugged the thorn-binding pain lock.

The manic and bloodthirsty thorns completely calmed down, and York's broken heart also calmed down.

Like a flashback, York's eyes became a little brighter in the calm, as if his mind had briefly crawled out of the abyss of despair.

"Fa...what happened?"

York asked blankly, and then, surging memories rushed to his face. The scenes of atrocities of killing in the Butcher's Pit flashed back before his eyes, and countless broken faces filled York's vision.

Scarlet tears burst from York's eyes, and his body convulsed violently due to pain. If Sai Zong hadn't restricted his power, he might have committed suicide at the first moment of the nightmare in order to get relief from this despair.

"It's nothing, it's just a dream," Sai Zong comforted York, "It's just a dream."

"Yeah?"

York seemed to really believe Sai Zong's words, and his ferocious face actually became somewhat peaceful.

"Yes, York, you are a kind person. You have stuck to your creed from beginning to end. You may have made many mistakes, but the mistakes themselves can be made up for."

Sai Zong put his hand into York's broken rib cage and grabbed his heart, which was entangled with countless thorns.

"Now, I grant you eternal peace."

After saying that, Sai Zong crushed York's heart and pulled out countless thorns from his chest.

York's eyes and expression were frozen in that peaceful moment. He looked into the deep void, helplessly falling to the earth, broken into countless fragments, and swallowed by the surging tar.

Sai Zong lowered his head, and the thorns gradually lost their activity, gathered back one after another, and finally turned into a seed, filling the vacant index finger of Sai Zong.

"He is also a Night Tribe, my debtor," the man recognized York's identity and mocked, "Your Undead Club is really a trash can. Do you accept everyone?"

Sai Zong ignored the man's sarcasm and said expressionlessly, "Look at this world, what have we done."

Looking in all directions, more and more building groups appeared in the etheric realm. As the overlapping points expanded, they were dragged into it. More and more figures appeared. They completely ignored the changes in the environment and moved in the vastness.

Running on the ice field, colliding with the enemy's sword.

"What has the world become like, what does it have to do with me," the man wondered, "What does it have to do with you? We are devils, Sai Zong, the supreme existence. Everything here is just a resource to be harvested.

That’s all.”

The man paused and then said, "No, you are not us. You are not a real devil, you are just a fake."

Sai Zong is indeed not a real devil. He is just a product of clever division. Even if he has the power of the devil, he cannot fully exert the power of the devil like Samuel.

After all, power and price are the same. Sai Zong only has authority, but does not grasp the essence of bone marrow - original sin.

The man laughed and said, "A fake like you can't defeat me."

"What if?" Sai Zong also clearly knew that he was a fake, but he was not depressed by it. "Maybe I can knock you down by betting all my chips?"

"Then just give it a try, fake."

Sai Zong was silent for a moment, and after a long time he said quietly, "Among human beings, there is such a concept of the Supreme Being, you should know about it, right?"

"certainly."

"This concept is very similar to what you and the devils think. It just replaces the identity of the ultimate condenser with the king of devils."

Sai Zong sat down on the ruins. The next step was obviously a life-and-death fight, but he was not nervous at all. He also thought deeply uncharacteristically, "Those people use the so-called evolution to justify themselves, but you use the supremacy of the devil's essence as your excuse."

Justify yourself.”

"I, Samuel, actually until now, it is still difficult for us to fully understand this idea," Sai Zong laughed at himself, "Maybe it's because I haven't evolved completely enough, or maybe it's because we have been killing for a long time,

I don’t have time to think about this kind of thing at all, maybe it’s because my thinking is too backward and I’m an inferior guy.”

"But I don't hate this despicability. It is this despicability that constantly reminds me that I was not this terrible person in the beginning."

Sai Zong recalled, his voice was very soft, as if he was telling a story that no one knew, or explaining his fading dream.

"In the beginning, I was not a warrior, a champion, a debtor, or a chosen one... I was just an ordinary child. My name is Sai Zong..."

In the eyes of everyone who is familiar with Sai Zong, Sai Zong has always been a man of unsmiling words and indifferent emotions. Unlike Boluogo, who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, Sai Zong is pure cold, freezing everything from the inside out.

Blood.

Maybe...maybe Sai Zong was once a sentimental person, but no matter how complex his emotions were, they had long been numbed by thousands of years of battles, and no matter how soft his heart was, it had been polished as hard as rough iron.

.

In this way, a living person becomes a weapon without blood or tears.

Until today.

Until this day.
To be continued...