The foyer was full of dead bodies, but there was not much smell of blood.

There was only a faint trace of blood qi floating in the air, this was because all the flesh and blood vitality was absorbed by that monster through Sean, and only the blood that splashed out of the human body still existed, and the breath came from this.

The entire hostel has three floors.

All the doors are closed, the sound of fighting, shouting for the hotel room with poor sound insulation, as if there is no obstacle, all the guests in the room heard this sound very clearly, the pain and sorrow before death made them even more impressed, I don't know why, everyone shivered and hid in the bed, no one pushed open the door out of curiosity and came out to look.

The air seemed to become viscous, and walking was difficult.

Anxiety swirls in the heart, making the body heavy, and only lying under the covers, hiding in the dark, seems to have a burst of safety.

Inside the foyer, Ryan turned.

The left hand hung low, against the outside of the left thigh, and the right hand held the bayonet sword, slightly away from the body, the tip of the sword pointed obliquely outward, at an angle of forty-five degrees to the ground, and blood dripped down the tip of the sword, falling on the floor, making a ticking sound.

Sean gasped for breath, and a gangster fell from in front of him, and when he fell to the ground, the whole person had turned into a skeleton, only a skeleton with a layer of skin and bones, and it fell to the ground with a dull sound.

The bones didn't seem to be able to withstand the impact, and the shape of the corpse became even more bizarre with the sound.

This was the last person standing in Sean's way, and now, there was no obstacle between Sean and Ryan, the two were about five meters apart, far away from each other, and their eyes were in mid-air.

Ryan's eyes were as cold and firm as ever, with little emotion, like a cloudless blue sky over a sea of stardust, so deep that it was almost infinitely transparent, without the slightest impurity.

Even so, this look still has the flavor of a human being.

Unlike Sean opposite him, at this moment, there is no human touch in his eyes at all, that is the real emotionless, there is only a hollow, it is a hollow after the pain is thick to a certain extent.

However, the black monster suspended behind him, the monster that vaguely looked like a human had human emotions, although this emotion was very mixed, very crazy, and there was no rationality.

It's like a baby that hasn't been born for a long time, everything can only come with instinct.

The monster's instinct is to seek pain, and the human emotion of pain is its food.

Now, He is furious and chaotic.

The reason for this is because of Ryan's intervention.

Originally, Landingale had a painful emotion that made this guy salivate, and this emotion attracted him to control Sean to come to Randolph's hotel, however, just as he was about to have a full meal, Ryan's intervention made this pain disappear, and for a newborn born driven by desire, this frustration is difficult to take as non-existent, so it is inevitable to be irritable and angry.

This is because in the process of merging with Sean, he absorbed Sean's human emotions and was thus affected.

To be in this world, at his level, even if it is just a trace of breath, it must be a human body as a container, to be honest, Sean's body is not a good container, if it is not for no choice, he will not choose this guy, but compared to other believers in the Lord of Pain, this guy's faith is purer, and it is easier to accept his breath.

If the faith is not pure, if there is no deep suffering in itself, such a container will not be able to withstand its breath at all, and once the breath is poured in, the container can only collapse and become a madman, or it will go crazy and be killed by the transcendent beings of the Templar or Iris, and the whole body will become the object of study, and become the material of potions.

Ryan awakened the Lord of Pain in the Endless Void for a moment, and drew the breath of his essence into the territory of the treacherous creatures that Ryan called the Tower of Babel, the level of the Tower of Babel was several orders lower than that of the Lord of Pain, and it took a long time and great luck to change from it to him, and from him to Him, and the slightest mistake in this process would be lost forever.

Therefore, just a trace of the breath of the body, the Tower of Babel has no way to resist, even if it has its own space and occupies the power of the landlord.

In the end, the entire space is occupied by the breath of the Lord of Pain, as the main body, it can only flee in a hurry, fleeing into the endless void, everything can only start over, if you are lucky, it can also breed space, and it can also rely on the breath of human beings to escape in the endless void, with the opportunity to make a comeback, if it is unlucky, the space has not yet been generated, and it will not be able to withstand the washing of the endless void, so it falls.

This Tower of Babel is connected to the real world where Noah's continent is located, like a ship docked in a port.

Ryan had severed its connection to the real world, cut off those passages, as if the ship's anchor had been pulled from the bottom of the water to the bow, the cables had been untied, and the ship was about to leave the shore.

However, the ships are still within the confines of the port after all.

Even, I haven't really said goodbye to the dock where I am moored.

For an ethereal creature like the Tower of Babel, there is no way to connect with the real world, however, for an existence like the Lord of Pain, there is a gap in the barrier of the real world.

Thus, a trace of His breath can pass through this gap into the real world.

At this time, the operation of the laws of the world is relatively slow, and the restrictions on him are insufficient, and he has every chance to descend in the container before the laws of reality can fight back with all his might, once it merges with the container, because the container itself belongs to a part of the world, in this way, the restrictions of the laws of the world on him will be reduced to the lowest level, and in this way, he will be able to make wind and rain.

If he can grow smoothly, his essence can even come here.

It was one of the many attempts he had made in countless epochs, some of which had succeeded, and that world had become a place of pain until the world had grown old to the point of destruction, and some had failed, but it had been able to provide him with some pain that was better than nothing.

Whether it is success or failure, it doesn't really matter to him.

It's nothing more than passing the time.

As long as there are living beings in this universe, there is suffering, and in this way, He also exists.

Unless a being seizes them so that he can't absorb them anymore, then he'll die in the Endless Void, just like his predecessor who can't remember what he looked like.

Now, just the beginning.

Now, all Ryan has done is cut off the beginning.