Albert held the knife in both hands, turned around and slashed horizontally, sweeping down a large number of figures.

Looking out of the corner of his eyes above the crowd, he saw the figures of the past Directors of the Order Bureau still standing there, standing together with the golden sculptures.

"As for storage, it's even simpler. It's like a black box that can freeze everything. As long as you put it in the box, the changes in everything will be suspended, even time."

Nathaniel suddenly remembered his lover, the current director of the Executive Bureau. Before that, she had maintained a weak vitality in the body of the Ten Thousand Ones in this way. As for now, she should have been transferred to Fuli

The consciousness cluster of Yamen does not exist on this battlefield.

Thinking of this, Nathaniel felt inexplicably relieved.

He then asked rhetorically, "So you are hiding among thousands of people and have survived until now in this way?"

"Almost," Albert sighed, "but you can't fool the God of Death this way."

Albert exposed his arm and showed it to Nathaniel from a distance. He saw that his entire arm was rapidly decaying, the skin was shriveled, and the muscles were atrophied, like a dusty mummy.

"How can there be no price for immortality in this world? As long as I leave the One among Ten Thousands, my stationary time will speed up and return until I return to One among Ten Thousands."

Albert pierced the heart of a speechless man with a knife, frowned, grasped the handle of the knife, rotated the blade, and pulled it out of the speechless man's chest, causing a splash of blood.

At this time, Albert has gradually felt the difficulty of the battle. This is not because of his own old age, but because of the continuous slashing, the number of the Silent Ones has dropped sharply, and their own ether strength has in turn decreased.

Climbing steadily.

"Don't you think this is very interesting and fits the so-called 'jealousy'?"

Albert moved forward calmly, aiming at the King of Terror on the throne, "As long as you belong to it for a second, you will never be able to escape again in this life."

Ether lazily swayed from Albert's body, his steps became faster and faster, and his slashes became extremely sharp.

Nathaniel can feel that Albert is like an old engine. He has finished the initial warm-up and is burning fiercely and running crazily.

But no matter what, Albert is always an old engine. The more he burns, the closer he is to destruction.

Nathaniel shook his head blankly, "There are still many things I don't understand."

"Then try every means to survive," Albert cheered again, "witness it to the end!"

It was as if all the ether between heaven and earth had gathered here, and various supernatural phenomena continued one after another. Even extremely dangerous ether vortex points were created out of thin air in just a few minutes.

Storms are gathering here, rolling up dark clouds and covering up the originally bright moonlight again.

After Boluogo and Xilin killed the last Silent Man around them, the road between them and the devil was finally clear, with no more obstacles.

Under the throne in front, Hill, Beelzebub, and Mammon were confronting each other. With the surge of power, scarlet runes emerged from behind Hill. They were arranged in sequence, like an unfolding corona, exuding

The scarlet light, pollution, distorts the surrounding reality.

"How...how is this possible?"

Beelzebub's voice was pale, and until this moment, she still found it difficult to understand this complicated situation.

Four scarlet runes shone brightly, with blood-colored lightning twining around them. The devil's madness was mixed with the ether, and bundles of slender and tortuous currents swept through the surrounding air, and the ashes they touched were not burned red.

, ignited, but completely annihilated and disappeared.

Jealousy, rage, arrogance, laziness...

Hill is like the embodiment of evil in the world. His power and sin are so heavy that every time he takes a step, the ground beneath his feet will fall apart.

Mammon took a deep breath, trying hard to maintain her arrogant posture, and stared at the approaching Hill gloomily, trying to get a glimpse of the truth from his surging power.

"How did you do it?" Mammon murmured to herself, "Even if you gained the power of jealousy, you should have become like us under the influence of original sin."

As early as the moment Mammon became a devil, he realized such a cruel and desperate truth.

The devil is a slave, a slave to power.

The moment they made a deal with the aliens, the moment they became devils, their self-consciousness moved towards boundless darkness under the influence of original sin.

It feels like comparing your current self with your childhood self. That is indeed you, but the two are completely different in terms of worldview, cognitive style, etc.

It is a helpless and powerless shackles. You know that you are no longer yourself, but you don't know how to change, and you don't even have the intention to change.

Even if you mobilize all your energy to try to save everything, the moment you take action, you can't help but doubt...

By doing this, is it betraying who I am now?

Devils are such a complex group of beings, enjoying power but being restrained by it.

After years of studying the corpses of extraterrestrial visitors, Mammon is very clear that when a devil wins a dispute, obtains all authority and original sin, and becomes the leader of all evils, he still will not gain freedom in the true sense, but

Under the distortion of power, he turned into another... alien visitor.

The visitor from the outside is original sin, the beginning of all desires.

As for the devils such as Mammon, Beelzebub, and Belphegor, they were already dead as early as the day the deal was made. What survives and continues now is just the personified desire they have been given.

Personified desire…

Mammen sneered helplessly and looked at Hill with desolate eyes, "From beginning to end, we have been living in this sinful cycle with no way out, and how did you break all this?"

After thinking about all this, Mammon was no longer hostile to Hill. On the contrary, he regarded Hill as a new hope, a possibility that could free him from the influence of original sin.

Mammon's eyes were extremely fiery, but soon they extinguished again, her eyes filled with disappointment.

"It turns out it's a bet."

Mammon said softly that he had already seen Hill's essence. He was able to possess the power of the devil and was not affected by original sin simply because he made a bet with real jealousy.

It is not yet clear what the specific content of the bet is, but through this method, Hill obtained the current form, which is located in the gap between the two.

Hill said, "You look disappointed."

Mammon replied coldly, "I am indeed disappointed. Even if you win, my true blood relative will still take everything away from you, and mankind will still be completely defeated."

"But before that, you will lose completely."

"So?" Mammon spread out her hands indifferently, "You try so hard, but in the end nothing changes."

Hill fell silent. After a moment, he hit the ground hard with his scepter again. Once the collision occurred, reality trembled violently, causing certain distortion and displacement.

"Can't I win that bet?"

Listening to Hill's confident tone, Mammen was amused, "You are really a complete gambler."

Scarlet flashes surrounded Mammon, surging and bursting out. The bloody runes symbolizing Mammon's original sin slowly rose up, like a red sun, reflecting the surroundings into a tragic bright red.

Seeing Mammon releasing its power, Beelzebub on the throne also silently unfolded his evil face, two scarlet runes emerged, and thunder intertwined.

"Four versus three, it looks like I have an advantage."

Hill said, holding the scepter with both hands and slamming it to the ground.

In an instant, the cracks in the etheric realm collapsed under the feet of the three devils. They did not make any resistance and allowed themselves to fall into the etheric realm, surrounded by blue and boundless blue.

It was also at the same moment that they fell into the etheric realm that the devils showed their true forms one after another. They were heavily restrained in the material world, and only in the etheric realm could they give it a try.

The three powerful devils just disappeared on the Pillar of King Power, and their battle continued in the etheric realm. Boluogo and Xilin looked at each other, and another violent shock hit them.

The One of All is still fighting against the living Pillar of Royal Power. The thick branches of flesh and blood have firmly tied the huge One of All. The One of All has also repeatedly stirred up the powerful ether, continuing to peel off the Pillar of Royal Power.

of flesh and blood, consuming it round after round.

Beneath the Pillar of Kingly Power, the influence of the Decay Plague continues. They sicken the entire kingdom and prevent the coronation ceremony of the King of Terror. When Hill reveals his true form, the etheric realm guided by Hill overlaps, and the

Take place at the base of the Pillar of Throne.

A huge blue crack cuts off the entire scarlet land. From the top of the Pillar of Royal Power, it looks like a big crack in the Oath City Opos. It is like a huge open mouth, biting the Royal Power.

The root of the pillar, gradually incorporating it into the etheric realm.

The roaring wind and snow are spreading in all directions, just like the arrival of winter, and the pale color is rapidly spreading to the surroundings. According to this progress, in a while, the entire Pillar of Royal Power will fall into the ethereal realm.

When the Pillar of King Power is completely submerged into the etheric realm, the King of Terror, together with the core heart deep in the Pillar of King Power, will be isolated in another world, and the connection with the Kingdom of Slurry will be completely cut off.

From then on, the supreme crown will fall from the head of the King of Terror, and he will lose his absolute divinity and become a mortal who can be slaughtered at will.

"So you two figured out what's going on?"

Palmer's voice suddenly sounded from behind Boluogo and Xilin, and then he appeared out of nowhere, looking suspicious.

Xilin hesitated for a moment and shook his head, "I don't know... I felt like I was betrayed just now, but now it seems like the betrayal has come back."

After saying this, Xilin felt a logical error in his words. Normally, this kind of thing would not happen to him.

"Then do you know what to do now?"

Palmer turned to look at Burlogo, his eyes full of hope, hoping that someone could help him understand the current situation.

Boluogo rubbed his sword and ax against each other, making a loud resounding sound.

"I don't know what's going on," Bologg said, walking towards the throne, "but I know that I'm going to go on a killing spree!"

The resentful bite slashed out a stream of fire, and the bursting fire burned away the black stone throne.
Chapter completed!