When the Terrasqui Behemoth disappeared from the battlefield, the lookout post at the palace blew the horn, relaying the news to all the soldiers and civilians. Of course, only the City Guards and the Knights of Hell can understand the code, and citizens need to be updated on the situation from the troubadours who cooperate with the working group.

Despite being busy fighting fires and disaster relief, trying to save lives from under collapsed houses, he couldn't help but clap his hands hard after hearing the news of defeating Terrasqui. "There is hope, there is victory!" is the word that people are competing to spread.

Morale was boosted, and the Knights of Hell began to attack, quickly clearing the battlefield with some squads covering each other, and the soldiers who remained in the trenches adjusted their equipment and prepared to continue the fight. The overall situation in the north and south direction has been decided, and the sea to the east has Hydes and the navy, but in the west of the city, the smoke and dust in the sky are still approaching, and the Imperial Guard is unreliable.

The Knights of Hell, who have undergone more rigorous training and have higher standards, have reason to look down on the Imperial Guard, but whether or not to leave their positions to help defend them. Tron frowned, this choice was beyond Feiqi's orders to him, but His Majesty the Emperor did say that he could decide for himself what to do.

"Curt, you're the best at riding. Take three people to the south of the city! Find out about the emperor's situation, and then report back as soon as possible. Tron gave the order: "The others ensure the effectiveness of the battle, leave no mouths alive, and do not take prisoners, just like when we were training!"

If you want to do more things, you must do what you have at hand first, and Tron still chooses to seek stability. The Knights of Hell cleaned the battlefield with magic spears and bayonets, and there was not a single living enemy in front of the trenches north of the city. Their mission is to send the enemy to hell, and they do it well.

When the news came from the south of the city, His Majesty the Emperor had disappeared, leaving only the divine sword he wore with him on the wreckage of the battlefield. Tron frowned deeply, and he couldn't help but worry about Feige in his heart, and at the same time a feeling of powerlessness. This feeling made him decide: "Leave one detachment to continue the defense, and the others will follow me to guard the palace." Facing the west of the city, the key defense is deployed!"

Where has His Majesty the Emperor gone? Xia Ni, who remained in the palace, was more worried than anyone else. She waved the scepter in her hand, and the Iron Golem beside her straightened up with a click. "Pierce through the collapsed wall and take me to the south of the city to see the situation!"

"Mao~~~"

She was pleasantly surprised by the meow of a cat in her ear. Xia Ni hurriedly followed the sound to find it, and then saw the small furry black paws sticking out from under the collapsed closet. "Change Order: Get those collapsed objects out of the way!"

Terrasquet and meteors falling from the sky caused a series of earthquakes in Tawu Harbor City, causing great damage to the royal palace halfway up the mountainside. Shani's home was shattered, and the Iron Golem, the Guardian, held herself up to the ceiling and kept her safe, but she didn't care about the cats. Midnight came out of the hill-like clothes and jumped into the crook of Xia Ni's arms with an aggrieved face, leaning on her and resting.

Feige had said that as long as midnight was still there, he would be safe, and at most he was in a strange place and was trying to figure out how to get back.

This time, though, he didn't go to a strange place. Lead-gray skies, blood-red clouds, and ruins are full of ruins, and this is the seventh layer of hell, Maradomini, the seat of Fege's infernal territory. This is the hinterland of the devils of hell, and not too far from where they landed stands a city, where the Nine-Story Hell Political Academy is located.

Feige brought his enemies to Hell, and also brought enemies to the devils of Hell. The Devil and the Terrasquet Behemoth, the former must win, the latter must survive, this is a very interesting game. This was actually Feige's backup plan, and he originally wanted to throw Terrasqui into the Sea of Chaos and let him fight the demons. But seeing that he is also trapped in the teleportation range, then the Chaos Sea can't go, let's go to hell.

The contract demon has lost her left arm and shoulder, Terrasqui has four large holes in her body, and the woman without eyelids has now lost the back half of her skull. None of the three guys were complete, but Feige had a spare. After coming to the seventh layer of hell, he gave orders to his other body. With a quick positioning teleportation, the open spatial passage did not need to be closed, Feige walked in with a serious injury, and the intact Deep Hell Purgatory walked out.

The Terrasquier Behemoth broke the jar and broke, just trying to recover in a hurry. And the woman didn't have that convenience, her eyes were full of fear. In fact, he can still make the right emotional response even if he loses half of his head, and Feige has to express his admiration. He moved his left arm to recuperate, then drew his flaming heavy sword from the infernal air and stepped on Terrasque's neck towards the strange woman.

"Want to leave your name before you die?" Feige smiled. Since there was no longer a need to maintain a six-pointed star circle, he had enough mana to deal with enemy attacks. Whether it's blowing a needle or something else, he has more options.

The woman probably figured this out, and before Feige could get close, she broke the blow needle first, then stuffed it into her mouth, and chewed it like a sugar cane. Her teeth are sharp, and when she moves, she looks like a cutter, and she looks very crazy. As she spat out the scum of the blowpipe, she said to Feige in the language of the Second World, "I will never surrender!

"I know. Feige raised her flaming heavy sword and slashed down, and the woman raised her arm to block. Only a loud "bell!" was heard, and the flaming greatsword was actually blocked by a thin branch-like arm, leaving only some shallow cracks on it.

"So strong?" Feige raised his hand, and a heavy sword appeared in his right hand. The Deep Hell Purgatory slashed down with his left and right hands with brute force, like chopping meat with two knives. The woman's body was too hard, and the flaming heavy sword had cleaved four of them, but the weapon was infinitely supplied by Hell. After a while, Feige still smashed her to pieces, like he did to smash an ice sculpture.

Although she was shattered, she was not dead, her skinless eyes were always glaring at Feiqi, and the soul flame was burning with the help of the desire for revenge, and even tended to get stronger and stronger. This is a freak, and his physical regeneration ability is far inferior to that of Oriana, but this soul is the most tenacious Feitch has ever seen.

The more she hurt her body, the stronger her soul became, and it seemed that pain and hatred were the source of that soul's strength. Feige put away her two flaming swords and crouched down to take a closer look at the wreckage of her body. "You must be a mutation, right? Wow, your body is layered, like the rings of a tree...... No, it's more like geological stratification. Do you rely on self-torture to improve your strength? ”

The skinless eyes glared at Feige, and the reflection in his pupils looked full of evil. Feige examined her bones, then said to the disembodied head, "I take your word for it. Kill you here, and you'll be resurrected in the Second World. You can control the Terrasquet Behemoth, and you are also a Terrasquemon to a certain extent. The four of you, plus the Thunder of Truth, are all products of some kind of creation rule. ”

"Let me think about it......" Feige looked into those eyes and said, "You are a deviant, and the more the outside world hurts and threatens you, the more you need to become stronger to adapt." If there is no external threat, you can also take the initiative to create pressure to make a difference...... No, the word evolution should be used. As long as you don't die, then you will continue to grow, and your ceiling should be the Creator. ”

"So, I shouldn't let you go back, but find a way to stop your evolutionary process. Fitch raised his hand and performed a hellish heal, bringing her skull to life. "Thankfully" she has evolved many times, and her vitality is very tenacious. The power of hell hung her breath, and a hint of confusion flashed in the skinless eyes, which was a good sign.

"Surviving and evolving, adapting and transcending is a powerful combination of abilities, but there are still solutions. Feiqi stretched out his hand, patted her face, and said with a smile: "Unfortunately, there are not many people who can do this method in the multiverse, and you just ran into one." ”

Tyrasqui began to wake up, and when Feige saw this, he buried a positioning spell of Hell Rune in its wound, and then grabbed the deformed head and teleported away, coming to the bloody battlefield on the first floor of Hell and hiding far away. This former battlefield is now empty, and the devil does not have to fight the devil, but has caused chaos in the world.

Finding a pool of blood from the past, Feige transforms into a hybrid form of black and white wings. He grabbed the deviant head with his black winged hand, and continued to shape, his fingers getting longer and sharper, transforming the claws of the Mind Twister.

"The only natural enemy of evolution and survival is comfort. But you have me as an enemy in your eyes, and I won't settle down normally, so I have to deceive you. The claws of the Mind Turner pierced into the soul, and the words of the soul seduction followed. At the same time, to achieve true peace of mind, you need to be forgiven, you need to be tolerated, you need to atone for your sins, you need to let go of your burdens, and you need to return to your innocence. ”

The emblem of the goddess of truth and thunder appeared in the hand of the side of the white wing, and the circle of atonement and confession unfolded on the first floor of hell, and the little angel of the holy light flew out excitedly, and was immediately choked by the breath of hell and coughed. She complains that she has never been able to work in a normal environment and has hardly ever encountered serious work.

"You're always right, but you still have to work. Feige comforted the little angel of the Light, and then showed her the head of the woman who was about to atone for her sins.

If it weren't for the fact that the Angel of Light didn't have internal organs, her guts would have been scared out. "Shhhh Hurry up and finish the ritual and overtake this poor woman. ”

"She's got only one head left......"

"Yes, isn't it pitiful to have only one head left?" Fei Qi shook his heart, grabbed the little angel of the Holy Light, and said, "Come on, come on, isn't it good to have a job to do?

It is indeed more able to train people, and try to ask which angel can atone for people in hell, and also forcibly atone for people with the devil. Feige clutched the head, his eyes blazing, half hellish flames, half divine thunder, true lies flying out of his mouth, sharp but not hurtful claws gripping the soul. When the Angel of Light finished preparing for the ceremony, the first thing he said to the mutant was, "You're not wrong......

The world is wrong, you are forced...... Responsibility can be shirked as much as possible. Your efforts will not be in vain, and the world is already getting better...... There are many ways for a fulfillment phantom limb to grow. The gods have cared for you and have been watching for you, and you have left behind a precious pose...... The illusion of being cared for and affirmed enters the deviant soul faster than poison.

She resisted as hard as she could, trying to see Feige's words as a threat in order to force herself to evolve. But only loyal words are contrary to the ear, and sweet words can easily bypass the spiritual defense line and enter her soul under layers of disguise. A thousand lies flew out of the tongue of the Mind Turning Demon, and became irrefutable in the atmosphere of sacred rituals. There was a little doubt in the eyes of the anomaly, and this was the kind of wavering that Feige needed.

An invincible body with a sword is not invincible, and a well-designed theory corrupting its mind can also destroy this lifeform. The power of angels and demons can come together, either as a prodigal son or as a pretending to be confused—it depends on what the kernel is. Feige constantly uses soothing language to comfort the "mutation", and the demon turns this false comfort into "facts". Soon, she went from doubtful to believing, then believing, and even helped Feige to convince herself.

A peaceful and peaceful world opened its arms to her, the suffering was over, and it was time to start a new journey of happiness. Under Feige's persuasion, the mutation has no sense of crisis, lets go of the spirit of struggle, and forgets the old and new hatreds. She gradually lost all vigilance against the outside world, and only wanted to merge with the wonderful dreams that Feige had weaved.

So, she gave up her soul, a soul that no longer wanted to change the world, and this soul disappeared completely from heaven and earth. Feige reached out and brushed his eyes over the change. Her last evolution was to grow eyelids, and now she is blind.

"One less, three more. Well done, little angel. ”

"This seems to be my most relaxed confession, it feels so strange......" The little angel does not know the ability to turn her mind, and she is naïve and does not think in the direction of lies at all.

"You feel relaxed because I put a lot of effort into it - anyway, if there is one less important combat power in the second world, the Yongli Continent will be more peaceful. Feige stretched out his finger and touched the ball of light, and then said, "Hide quickly, this is hell after all." ”

"Hmm!" the angel of Light taped to the seal on Feiqi's left hand, and then disappeared into it.

Fitch threw the useless head on the ground, summoning the corrupting forces of Hell to pounce on it and sacrifice it - the easiest way to destroy an item. Without the soul of battle, there is no body of steel, and the hard bones that were once able to resist the Deep-Hell Purgatory Flame Heavy Sword will also turn to dust. At this time, a divine power was released from the skull, and then quickly absorbed by the earth of hell.

"Hmm, the Creator, or is it the Thunder of Truth, why is this divine power so familiar?" Feige frowned, he reached out to the divine power, but the greedy Hell had completely absorbed the skull. The goodwill of Hell was mixed with an evil aura that enveloped Feige, and as a reward for the sacrifice, it greatly supplemented his previous consumption.

"Counting these, there are still debts. Feige looked at the Hell Contract that he had used to restore his mana and combat status, and he didn't feel very good about being in debt. "I have to find a chance to sacrifice!"

At least three more good goals, aren't they?

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