Chapter 1073 Button

"Fighting side by side with the devil is really a rare experience..."

As Boluogo spoke, his body twisted into a blurry afterimage. As if teleported, he disappeared from the place and suddenly appeared beside Beelzebub. The edge of the sword and ax flashed with dangerous aftertaste.

The light, like closed scissors, twisted fiercely towards Beelzebub.

"You are really haunted!"

Beelzebub scolded that she had always faced Boluogo with a teasing attitude, but today, this guy was too much of a hindrance.

The slender body split apart, like a blooming flower. Beelzebub's flesh and blood body stretched in an extremely twisted way, like a sophisticated human anatomy exhibition. The original human shape was no longer at all, replaced by heavy

The petals are stacked like flowers, with bunches of stamens swaying in the core. They dance wildly like snakes, and shoot out like arrows towards Boluogo.

Dots of red light suddenly appeared, with a dark luster. Boluogo tried to use the power of control to tear apart these flesh and blood, but with his strength, it was still a bit too reluctant to directly invade the devil's power and detonate it.

When his plan failed, Boluogo still forcibly controlled the clusters of swaying stamens, like Holt's secret power Amber, blocking their approach and slowing down their speed.

The metal fragments surrounding Boluoge flew away like a heavy rain. Under the precise control and extreme acceleration of the control force, the firepower of the metal fragments was comparable to several machine gun positions. There was only a constant roar, and the stamens were in Boluogo's body.

One by one they were shattered before my eyes.

Beyond the blood mist, Boluoge approached Beelzebub. Beelzebub's face was no longer visible in the blooming flower of flesh and blood, but her disgusting laughter still echoed uncontrollably.

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"Shut up!"

Boluogo roared and threw his resentful bite. Under the guidance of the secret energy, it pierced the heart of the flower like lightning, breaking off clusters of stamens, and then penetrated out from behind the flower of flesh and blood.

Raising the saw ax high, Bologo split large pieces of flesh with the ax head, just like a gardener pruning branches. Every impact was accompanied by a shrill scream, which was frightening.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. The brutal serrated blade repeatedly bit into Beelzebub's flesh and blood. Whether it was hard bones or soft internal organs, the moment the ax blade came into contact, it was crushed into fine blood.

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The resentful bite turned back, piercing the flower of flesh and blood once again, and nailed it down from the air, pressing it firmly on the ice sheet. The scattered metal fragments also protruded from the flesh and blood one by one, piercing it again.

For a time, blood surged out like a spring, dyeing the ground red, and reached Boluogo's feet.

Boluogo raised his hand with a cold face, spread his fingers, and pressed down with his palm.

The power of control ruthlessly squeezes the flower of flesh and blood from top to bottom, like a huge, invisible hydraulic press, compressing all materials it touches.

The pieces of meat exploded one by one and were crushed into soft meat. Cracks spread out on the surface of the ice sheet under the heavy pressure until a flat circular area was directly sunken for several centimeters, and its continuation was filled with blood.

"Continue, she hasn't fallen down yet!"

Asmodeus's voice sounded from behind Boluogo, and the hazy black mist flowed like a tide.

Bolog's peripheral vision fell on Asmod's face. Once upon a time, this woman's expression was always a smile that looked down upon everything in the world. She was cold, heartless, and full of unbearable alienation, like a dream.

, but at the same time, her smile is so beautiful, with the most vivid temptation in the world.

Let the obsessed ones fall into the pool of bubbles one after another and drown.

Asmodeus is indeed the embodiment of pleasure. A glance or a smile is enough to arouse the most primitive instincts in ordinary people's physiology. But now, the charming smile on her face has disappeared, and the seductive and blurred eyes have become clear, as if from

A sharp sword drawn from clear water.

The black mist turned into a blurry gauze skirt, outlining Asmodeus's charming body with graceful lines. The mist was a little slow, making it difficult to keep up with her pace. Her slender legs poked out from the black mist, white in the dimness.

There was a faint glow on her skin, as if she was wearing a long skirt with high slits.

Boluogo's eyes were blank for a second or two. He had no desire for Asmode. He was just a little stunned. At this time, Asmode did not look like a witch of pleasure at all, but a witch of pleasure.

The Valkyrie who steps forward.

The power of control erupted one after another. Under the guidance of Boluogo, round after round of invisible heavy hammers repeatedly hit the dirty blood. Each collision made a dull sound and the blood boiled.

"You are right about one thing, my blood relative." Asmodeus grasped a slender scepter from the black mist. "Whether it's you, me, or others, we are all tired of this endless process.

of strife and endless pain.”

Asmodeus' voice softened, "It's time to end this. No matter we win or lose, you and I don't have the patience to endure it."

The black mist rolled and stirred, like an endless ocean of gas, expanding wantonly and swallowing everything around it, including the blood in that place.

This is Asmode's realm, the dark ocean she shaped.

In the vast mist, the bloody smell on the tip of Bologo's nose gradually disappeared, replaced by a pleasant smell, like freshly baked fried chicken, the aroma of aged wine, expensive spices... Everything that Bologo remembered could be regarded as

The beautiful smell is presented in the black mist at this moment.

Boluogo looked at the beautiful figure in front of him and whispered, "Is this your authority?"

The true form of every devil is the hateful tar, but in the same true form, the power of each devil also differs depending on the authority.

The authority of arrogance is the supreme, absolute and only power, and the authority of rage is the rage that plunges everyone into bloodthirsty madness, the incarnation of war.

As for Asmodeus, her power is not so much pleasure but desire itself.

Among the devils, Asmodeus is a relatively special existence. Her original sin and pleasure itself is enough to cover many desires. It is not limited to overflowing and out-of-control erotic love. Anything that can cause her own pleasure and satisfaction

, whether it is anger, arrogance, greed, etc., can be included in this.

The authority to release all desires.

The black mist expands and spreads, like a rising black storm. It not only covers the battlefield with Beelzebub, but also swallows up the surrounding scarlet sea. Like a black sandstorm rising from the ground, the black mist is still moving toward

The broken mountain peaks approached, trying to include all living things within the range.

Boluogo stopped where he was. The fog gradually began to fall, and everything in front of him became blurry, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

With every breath, he inhaled the cold and decaying breath in the black mist, as if a pair of invisible hands were tightly strangling his throat, suffocating him, while his ears were filled with low roars, screams and cries.

Some unknown force twists and dances in the air. Every touch brings severe pain, as if a thousand sharp knives are slicing across the body. This pain is not a short-lived sting, but a pain that goes deep into the bone marrow.

The torture is unbearable.

Faintly, there seemed to be a voice asking myself.

"What do you long for?"

Boluogo stirred up the ether, and the strong ether repulsion surged in all directions, driving away the black mist, creating a vacuum, and Asmodeus's figure, which was hidden by the black mist, became clear again.

"I'm here to help you," Bologo decisively raised his saw-axe and threatened, "Don't do these tricks."

"Feel sorry."

Surprisingly, the devil actually apologized.

Asmodeus held the scepter with both hands and inserted it on the ice. Wisps of mist wrapped around her, like a black snake swimming in the air.

"I'm different from them. I can't control my authority well."

As Asmodeus spoke, a steady stream of black mist filled the air from under the scepter, like a huge curtain. Under its cover, everything became blurry and strange.

"What did you say?"

Borogo thought Asmodeus was joking.

"Every devil is bound by his own original sin, and I am no exception," Asmodeus explained simply. "My original sin has caused me to be a sentimental devil with seven emotions and six desires."

Borogo does not deny this. He has seen many devils incarnate in the human world and secretly control the direction of the world, but Asmodeus is the only devil who has almost completely substituted himself into the incarnation.

"Due to the influence of original sin, I have more humanity than other blood relatives, but it is also this humanity that makes it difficult for me to control all authority."

Asmodeus seemed to be afraid that Boluogo would not understand. She further explained, "Human nature is also a part of mortal nature. In the great sublimation, it should be eliminated, and the more powerful the devil, the less affected by human nature."

The more restraint you have, the more deeply you can control the power of authority.”

"To give a very simple example, Boluogo, there is a button in front of you. Press it and you will gain infinite power, but all mankind will perish.

what will you do?"

Boluogo fell silent. This is a good example. It is clear and easy to understand. The more cruel and dehumanized a being is, the more decisively he will press the button. However, a mortal like Boluogo will hesitate, or even hesitate.

A noble heart that refuses to push the button.

Asmodeus will not be as noble as Boluogo and refuse power, but because of the original sin full of emotion and desire, she will hesitate before the button, and even says that she will have the slightest pity for humans. This is how she and other devils

The difference lies in.

The button is the authority.

"I see," Bologg stared at Asmodeus's back, "ever since Daisy Castle, I've felt that you don't look like a devil."

Asmodeus did not respond to Boluogo's words, but continued to preach, "But completely eliminating human nature is not a good thing. For example, to a certain extent, self-awareness is born of desire, and because of desire,

We have the drive to take action..."

"Once we lose all of our humanity, we will indeed control complete authority and have power beyond imagination, but at that time, we have also lost our self-will, or in other words, the desire itself is just a numb, powerful corpse.

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Boluogo and Asmod said in unison, "It's like a secret source."

Asmodeus stopped talking. In the pile of rotten flesh that had been suppressed repeatedly, the flesh and blood slowly squirmed. Beelzebub's disturbing laughter sounded again, as if she had grown thousands of mouths, laughing at the two people's powerlessness and weakness.

In vain.

"Do you think this can kill me?"
To be continued...