North of Fault Mountain, Far North Wasteland, Ruins of Dragon King City... Sinkholes.

The cloaked, hooded figure strolled alone through the snow, his slender cane supporting his stumbling steps, the corners of his mouth spitting white mist, and the arc of a smile rather than a smile.

The hood swayed slightly, and the stumbling steps left a trail of footprints in the snow.

"I... Really confused......"

A low, faint voice with a slight moan echoed through the blizzard, and a faint sound was clear in the howling wind.

"You know I'm back... You know ......"

"Then why... You treacherous deserters... Coward... Traitor... Shameless gutter rats ......"

"One day, I can be brave... Become a variable on my chessboard... Discordant notes... Disturbing murmur ......"

The empty land of ice and snow, surrounded by four "black mist" around the stumbling figures—for some reason, they were always blocked by an invisible "wall of air", unable to get close.

It's just ten steps, but it's like a moat.

"Come on... Don't be too inhibited... Tell me......"

The staggering figure stopped and slowly raised its slender palm.

"What is it that gives you great courage... ...... who can be dignified rather than grovelly"

The clenched cane fell sharply.

"Appear in front of me?!"

Boom——————————

The moment the cane landed, invisible ripples swept across the icy land—the storm stopped in an instant, and the snowflakes flew in the sky as if time stood still.

"Smack!"

The four "black fogs" that surrounded the surroundings were like fragile glass, shattering at the moment of ripples, revealing four figures of different appearances.

Diabo, the "Ender" who knelt on one knee, gasped in pain, his painful eyes with a bit of resentment, staring at the cloaked figure.

Still is... Is it careless?

Wheezing in pain, the clenched teeth of the Enderman clenched with a "clucking" sound... It was an instinctive reaction that came from the time of life, when you felt fear.

The void has no physical body, and therefore no physical stress response of "fear"; This is just a trembling in the depths of consciousness of a lower being in the face of a higher void being.

It's just a face, and it's not even like that, just divergent and destroying his own void power with the void reaction... No, even he shouldn't have such power!

"Let me guess......" came again in a slightly mocking and arrogant tone under the hood.

"You perceive my return... You know... Just broke the boundaries... The fallen gods are very weak... So you're coming to the door... I want to take advantage of the time I'm still weak... Erase my existence......"

"It's unfortunate... You're so wrong......"

The rickety figure swayed slightly, as if mocking, and the right hand holding the staff slowly lifted up—as if it were not just an ordinary slender cane, but a symbol of supreme authority:

"I said... You are equal to my royal front, and you must bow your heads to show humility!"

Boom ——————!!!!

The impact came from behind, and the snow around the four figures cracked, and their legs were even more immobile as if they were bound by iron chains.

This......?!

The shocked "Ender" widened his eyes, and the momentary pain seemed to be pressed directly on the top of his head, and his originally clear consciousness appeared a little blurred - although only a little, but it was indeed lost.

As an evil god... The aggregate of consciousness and existence, the power of the root of the emotional sustainment of living beings in this world, can actually feel the value of their own existence......

How is this possible?!

"Hey, a——!!!!a

With a roar of rage, the burly "tyrant" Govait broke free and leaped towards the rickety figure.

With his muscular arms raised high, the phantom of the great sword and the battle axe appeared in his hand at the same time, aiming at the figure's hard head and slashing.

The face under the hood changed slightly, and instinctively stepped back.

"Boom ————!!!!"

The splashing snow was like a tumbling wave, surging and rushing, revealing two figures, one large and one small, at the moment of falling.

The phantom of the great sword and the tomahawk was stopped by the slender cane—no matter how hard the "tyrant" tried, he could not continue to take another half a step.

"Hey, ahh......h

The sparks that burst out of the flames, one of which gently brushed over the hood of the rickety figure, slightly tore open some holes, and the eyes hidden under it slowly rose, and the cold killing intent turned into a solid body like a wave, turning into a substance and rushing towards the burly figure in front of him.

"Poof——!

With a muffled thud, a bloody hole exploded in the center of the "tyrant's" chest, and the heart, flesh and ribs that stood in its way were instantly shattered.

But the burly figure did not take half a step back.

"My existence... Condensed from the warriors who died in bloody battles... The Last Will ......" raised his head tremblingly, and Govait's pupils burned with endless battle intent:

"You want to erase me... Come on... Even if the world collapses, even if you are killed millions of times, even if your power is truly invincible......"

"My endless anger will not grovel to any being!"

"Bell ——!"

The tomahawk sword that fell, slammed the cane away and smashed it to the ground.

Boom ————————!!!!

With a loud bang, the ice and snow collapsed into the sinkhole of the bottomless abyss, and as far as the eye could see, only five figures remained in the area—like a towering lone tower.

The figure that staggered back a few steps stopped at the edge of the "lonely tower", half a foot on the gap of the collapse.

"I said... The sword-wielding... and shall be wounded by the sword......"

The deep voice was like a whisper, and it sounded around the four figures at the same time, as if it was God's will.

"Puff puff ......"

Slashing, stabbing, slamming, smashing, tearing...... Countless kinds of injuries exploded on the burly body of the "tyrant" at the same time, as if it had been pierced by thousands of arrows from all directions, and the body kept trembling violently, and blood splattered in all directions.

Hot blood splattered on the white snow, and the ice vapor of the steaming heat wave tumbled up.

"Poof!"

His bloodied body fell to his knees, followed by drooping arms, severed chests, pierced hearts, flesh cut by a thousand knives, and severed heads.

There was another snap, and the "tyrant's" skull cracked—as if it had been crushed by iron boots.

"Govait?!"

Diabo, the frightened "Enderman", stood up decisively, rolled up the blood-colored afterimage and rushed straight to the rickety figure standing on the edge of the cliff:

"Lemantes, don't let Govait fall!"

The old man standing on the crutches straightened his back tremblingly, his bone-like withered right hand stretched out to the bones of the "tyrant", and in the next second, countless "black mist" gushed out of the blood-soaked snow like a ghost, enveloping the broken body that only left its torso.

The wheezing "Dead One" Lemantes knelt in the snow, his already drooping body exuding the smell of death, and his skin was like a plaster cast for years, covered with cracks.

Damn it......

Whether it's the "tyranny", the "wreck" or the "ender"... The power of the four evil gods has been lost for most of the past few hundred years, and they have suffered a loss in their eyes because they abandoned the death of the Eagle King and the apostles.

Now they are also extremely weak, and compared to the evil god who has just fallen, they are only as strong as they think.

After all, no matter how "exaggerated" the description, they are not the embodiment of "desire", "war spirit", and "pity", but only rely on the support of these "emotions" and "messages" to maintain their own existence without being erased.

"Bang ——!"

The blood-colored afterimage slammed into the invisible "wall of air", and no matter how it hit, it was never able to get even half a step closer to the cricket figure.

And that's not all he has... As he approached, Diapo the Enderman felt the chilling truth.

He finally figured out that his void power was not "stopped" or "canceled", but "denied"—the existence of the nature of "desire" of all living beings was denied in the hands of the person in front of him.

What does this mean?

It means that if you can't wipe him out or expel him while he can't use his full power now, then he... And all the existence in this world will be "denied" and "reshaped" by him.

He must not be allowed to do that!

"Diabo... You're really good—in terms of the level of Void Power alone, you're even above Asrael......"

The cricket figure slowly raised its head, and countless blood-colored afterimages around him passed by him, but they could never really hurt him, and the cold gaze made the always mean "Ender" tremble:

"But unfortunately... Minecraft... There is no place for selfish desires......"

Diapo gritted his teeth, and the blood-colored phantoms around him became more and more dim.

Under the hood of the rickety figure, a cold smile appeared:

"I said... Those who are full of lust... and shall be devoured by desire......"

As the words fell, the blood-colored phantom that swept around it suddenly stopped, like blood-red tentacles, and turned to pounce on the body of the "Ender".

The next moment, the terrified Diabo was enveloped in the power of his own void, and the tyrannical blood-colored afterimage turned into a scythe-like storm that tore his body to pieces.

"Bang ——!"

The sound of shattering glass echoed in the cold wind, the afterimage dissipated, and Diabo's broken body fell to its knees, but it still did not fall.

The face under the hood showed a slight surprise.

"You... A crucial issue was overlooked. Diapo stood up slowly, and without flinching, he looked directly at the gaze that shot from under the hood:

"All my life, until I die, I have struggled with all sorts of ambitions and desires... The power that comes together like this... Never going to hurt me in the slightest!"

The rickety figure bowed slightly, holding a slender cane, and took a slight step forward.

"I see... That's right, I remember...'Ender' Diabo... You are a wizard born in the heyday of the Dragon Kingdom... Piercing desires is an innate skill for you......"

"So I want to crush you, as if there is only one... It is to devour your Void Power and obliterate your existence and consciousness... Will you... Become a part of me......"

"You ......"

Diabo's voice trembled slightly: "What exactly are you going to do, your ambition... Desire... Ideal... What exactly?"

"What's the point of what you've done?!"

The rickety figure stopped his pace and did not continue to move forward.

"If you just ruled the world, you did it a thousand years ago—so what happened after that?"

Staring at the face under the hood, the Enderman frowned, "Even now... I still don't think there is any force or presence that can stop you, in a sense, the reason why this world is this world is not unrelated to you. ”

"Tell me, your ambitions... Desire... Will... What is the value of your existence?!"

The will of the king......

Lord of all living things......

The Wizard's Ultimate Dream......

What exactly did he want?

The face under the hood showed a sarcastic smile.

"I can understand you, Diabo... I can understand... You, who have been battling desires all your life... Unable to understand a motive that is not motivated by desire... You can't understand ... Because it's not a desire ......"

"It's a world... The ultimate battle against another world... Everything I've done over the past millennium... Just upset the balance between them... Let the Void infiltrate and invade matter... Making the impossible possible... Make your thoughts a reality... Subjecting objective existence to subjective understanding......"

"Eventually, two worlds become one... My consciousness will eventually become the consciousness of this world... My existence is the existence of this world... All I said... All you think... What you see... What I heard... All of them will become beings in this world......"

"It's not ambition... Desire... It's a war between one world and another... This is justice... It is also inevitable ......" the rickety figure mocked mercilessly:

"I can see your confusion... So... Asriel didn't tell you all the truth......"

"Because you can't understand this... It's really sad!"

Diabo, gritting his teeth, made a "gurgling" sound.

"On the contrary, Asrael... He told us everything, and because he told us everything, I couldn't believe it... You will be such a being. Diabo said coldly:

"I was skeptical and hesitant before, but now I am very sure that we must wipe you out here, or not only us, but everything in this world will be deprived of you, and the choice of our existence or not will be in your hands......"

"For the sake of our own existence and a future that can continue, we must obliterate you... This is also justice!"

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