"If this method is possible, why did you and King Solomon suffer such a complete defeat when the Holy City fell?"

Belphegor whispered, he put away his playful attitude and became serious.

The cooperation with the astronauts and the step-by-step realization of the plan made Belphegor a little too relaxed, completely forgetting what kind of trouble the astronauts almost caused decades ago.

"You tried to create a crowned one to break the balance, defeat all the chosen ones, and make yourself the final winner, the final devil king... You also saw your end, scorched earth and destruction, and now you want to do it again

Upset the balance?"

"The crowned one? The devil's king? Interesting..."

The astronaut did not answer Belphegor's question directly, but smiled casually, as if Belphegor had just told a funny joke.

Belphegor emphasized, "Balance must be maintained."

"I see."

The astronaut turned his head, and the golden mirror reflected Belphegor's rapidly changing face.

"We each bear different original sins, but what matters is power, not the will to control power," Belphegor whispered, "You don't want to be replaced either, do you?"

The astronaut did not answer Belphegor's words, but instead talked about something else.

"We are burdened with different original sins and seem to have huge differences, but in fact we all have the same thing in common, which is the fear of disappearing."

The astronaut raised his head and looked at the blue and clear planet.

"In the past years, even if we had a little bit of courage to destroy the balance of checks and balances between each other and compete for a real king of devils, this dispute would not have to continue until now."

The astronaut shook his head and said, "Unfortunately, we have not yet reached such a consensus."

Belphegor remained silent. He turned to look at the alarm clock. The moment Belphegor looked at the alarm clock, the slender second hand moved forward one step.

The predicted apocalypse moves forward.

…

Nethaniel never thought that he would return to the Upside Down Hall so soon. He once again faced the huge crowd in the darkness. This time, Nethaniel showed no awe at all, but yelled into the darkness.

"Xilin has the same power and the same protection as Boluogo!"

Nathaniel said loudly, while everyone remained strangely silent. The four masks did not change at all, and all the virtual personalities were in a deep sleep.

"Answer me, all of you."

Nathaniel suppressed his grief and anger, "We have never been able to figure out how Xilin rose and why he suddenly invaded the Bureau of Order.

Now everything is clear, behind him stands a devil, a devil named Leviathan!"

Nathaniel had only read about Leviathan's protection in books. There was a huge difference between words and reality, so he didn't realize it during the battle with Xilin, but now he had to see it with his own eyes up close.

After witnessing this power, all the clues were connected together, and the memories were connected to piece together the cruel truth.

"It was he who ordered Sirin to do this, and now he has sent his chosen one, Bologo Lazarus."

The more Nathaniel thought about it, the more fear he felt. As a Glorious One, he had not felt this way for a long time.

"We actually included Boluogo as a team member..."

Nathaniel's voice trembled. He hated the devil's power, but he did not hate Bologg. He knew that Bologg was also a victim of pain.

If Bologo knew the inside story, he would never show this power to himself with a stupid look on his face.

This is not the end of his thoughts. As Nathaniel said, if the devil gave Xilin all the help, then what about the doubtful power of the powerful overlord?

Is that terrifying alchemical matrix that far exceeds human cognition also a gift from the devil?

Why has this alchemical matrix never appeared in the King's Secret Sword since Xilin?

Why does the exiled second faction have the power to develop such an alchemical matrix?

It's the devil.

The devil fills in all the missing logic in the story.

Now this gift was handed into the hands of Boluogo. When he realized this possibility, the Boluogo in front of Nathaniel changed, and he turned into another familiar figure.

Silin Kogardel.

It was as if Xilin was sitting in front of him, covered in the blood of his colleagues, and laughing at him.

Nethaniel recalled the joy and excitement of the sublimation furnace core after Bologo successfully implanted the alchemical matrix. They said that the Bureau of Order had its own overlord.

Yes, they do have another overlord, in every sense of the word.

Xilin had taken away too many precious things from Nethaniel. He hated that man, as well as the devil behind him. For a moment, Nethaniel even wanted to kill Bologo.

He gave up.

It's not that Nethaniel is merciful, but that he realizes that such actions are meaningless.

Bologger is immortal.

What's more hopeless than an immortal overlord?

Nethaniel's eyes dropped to the ground, moved up slowly, and finally landed on the people, the first mask on the main body, which was made of gears and brass.

The first director of the Bureau of Order, Albert Alfredo, was the one who planned all of this.

It was he who ordered Bologo to be taken in, and many years later, it was the people he built who ordered Bologo's release.

Everything is so clever.

Thinking back to Xilin's rash attack, he had a more clever way to defeat the Bureau of Order, but he used this suicidal way to attack.

Could it be Xilin’s intention?

Such thoughts flashed through Nathaniel's mind.

For some reason, Xilin "recklessly" fell into the enemy camp and died in battle, just to preserve the alchemy matrix to be transferred to Boluo Ge in the future...

All gifts have a price. Could it be that the devil gave Xilin the rise and then led him to destruction?

Everyone is an insignificant chess piece.

It's logical enough to dispel anyone's suspicion and hide the true purpose in the shadows.

No one would ever guess that Xilin's death in battle was for such a purpose. No one could guess.

Even the devil is like that.

Nathaniel stared at the mask that represented the first generation director. The gears on the mask meshed with each other. Just like the series of events that had happened in the past years, they were like gears interlocking one with another, precise, intertwined, and operating until a certain

A magnificent machine started.

The hallucination of mechanical roaring came to his ears, and Nathaniel knew that the sinful machine had already started running.

"If...if all this is part of a conspiracy," Nathaniel murmured, "then what are our sacrifices?"

The bloody secret war was just a show, a pretense to conceal the true purpose.

Nathaniel thought of her. Did she know about such a plan at the time? If she knew, how should she feel when she faced death?

Strong emotions rushed through the body, even causing Nathaniel to have a physiological reaction. His stomach was churning, and his heart felt a dull sharp pain. He had not experienced this for many years. Logically speaking, the etheric body should be completely blocked.

This is the right kind of strange feeling.

Raising his head, the god Nathaniel prayed for finally responded.

The flesh and blood body unfolded, and her figure appeared in a sea of ​​scarlet. At the same time, the four arranged masks also unfolded at this time, and the countless masks extending on the branches also shimmered.

It was like tens of millions of people were whispering to Nathaniel.

They said together.
Chapter completed!