However, no matter how much he hated Xue Hua, it was useless, at this moment, he had to fight for the last chance for himself and his family.

If he dies in the Infernal Fortress, then the rest of his people in the Chaos Purgatory will lose all protection and eventually die out in a very short time.

Even if he narrowly escapes and goes back alive, he who messes up his last chance will no longer be trusted by any Demon King.

Both of these endings are unacceptable to him, so for the sake of his and his family's future, he must put his life on the line and give it a go!

If he is defeated, he will become an inconspicuous corpse among the corpses on the ground by the gates of hell, and the Spencer family, which is like a candle in the wind, will also be blown away by the rain and wind.

It's done, there is still a glimmer of life and a way to live, as long as the adult is willing to agree to help, the Purgatory Fortress will not be so easy to attack.

They will be able to hold out until the Daedric reinforcements arrive, and eventually drive the monsters and human legions outside the city all the way back behind their defenses.

At that time, he will become the greatest hero in this battle, and his family can also use this to regain the trust of the Demon God and get back everything that was lost before!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but get a little excited, and he made a mistake in his steps, and accidentally stepped forward a little more!

This mistake frightened him into a petrified stiffness, and the cold sweat on his forehead flowed like rain.

It wasn't until after a long time that he found that he was still alive, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, slowly stood up straight, carefully stretched his somewhat numb muscles, and showed a look of luck on his face.

Here, he had to be extra careful, otherwise he wouldn't even have a chance to regret it.

The ruthless nature of that adult was no joke, as long as he dared to touch the bottom line, there would be no second chance to take a second breath.

But since he came, he was definitely not unprepared.

After all, the Spencer family once stood at the top of the Evil Pact family, even if it is now in decline, the secrets and information about the major demon gods and demon kings in their hands are not comparable to other evil pact.

One of these secrets is about the "King of Despair, Lacanos".

Legend has it that the King of Despair was born from the burning embers of the deepest part of the Dread Volcano, absorbing the wails and despair of the endless souls of the Dread Volcano, as well as the terrifying aura of Diablo, the Lord of Dread, for countless years.

It is born out of the despair of the suffering, against hope, against everything that can give the hopeless a ray of light.

When fear reaches the extreme, despair is born, and despair is at its peak, madness is born.

Lacanos is the purest madness of despair, it symbolizes the deepest black in the depths of hell, and it also represents the madness of the desperate who loses all mind.

Nothing impresses the King of Despair, just as nothing dispelles despair.

But only one point.

If you can convince Lacanos to let you live before it gives you despair, you can make what it does create more despair.

Then it may be able to let you go for the time being.

But remember, never hope, because when the slightest flame in your heart is lit that you think you can escape from despair, Lacanos will not hesitate to extinguish it.

Completely extinguished.

So he now needs to go to the King of Despair with a heart that has suffered to die, and he can't cross that line, or the duties given to him by the Lord of Dread will force Lacanos to kill him.

He continued to move slowly, feeling like he was about to get soaked in a cold sweat.

Boundless fear and the desperation of forced hypnosis caused him to begin to hallucinate near death, and he realized that if he continued like this, he would fear scaring himself to death before he could meet the King of Despair.

However, just as he tried to speed up his pace, a winged demon corpse that had been cut in two by the waist not far away made him stop suddenly.

This pathetic creature still seems to be a golden-level demon in front of him, relying on his natural ability to fly, just to break through the defenses of the King of Despair?

It's just whimsical!

He walked slowly over in his black cloak, stood next to the corpse and sneered.

The Winged Demon's death looked even more tragic from here, its upper body didn't seem to be dead after being cut off, and it actually continued to crawl forward for a short while.

This caused its intestines and internal organs to drag all over the floor, and the blood that had begun to dry mixed with red and white made a painting on the ground called "Miserable".

Eventually, its head was cut off, as if it had climbed too far to make Lacanos feel uncomfortable......

The black cloak of House Spencer stood next to the severed lower body of the Winged Demon, and he looked left and right, and saw a number of small black mountain bags piled up around him.

He wasn't quite sure what the piles were—the blood that had filled the area had formed a bright red mist that swirled around him.

But he could smell a strong smell of rust and sulfur... When the corpses of demons decompose after death, they release a large amount of sulfur gas.

But the Purgatory Fortress itself is a demonic land, and the Gates of Hell are directly connected to the Chaos Purgatory.

The smell of sulphur in this place has always been strong, so that doesn't prove anything at all.

However, in any case, he did not dare to continue walking, and the sight of the corpse proved that he was very close to the invisible "line".

Even if he just moved forward by even a millimeter, he was afraid that he would become a copy of the winged demon on the ground......

He began to work hard to brew feelings of despair, to immerse his spirit in the tragic memories of the Spencer family for these two years.

This brewing method worked well, as he soon began to feel a frenzy of almost irrepressible sadness pouring out of his heart.

There is no way out, and all outcomes are bad.

Hope closed its doors, leaving only pain to keep him company.

He fell to his knees and wept loudly and with all his might, like a condemned prisoner about to be beheaded, sticking his head under the executioner's knife.

"Kill me! Kill me!!! ”

He howled in pain, hoping that someone would come and give him a good time.

"I can't live anymore! It's so hard! I can't!! ”

Suddenly, a blood-colored wind tore through the red mist and silently appeared in front of the black cloak, the wind slowly dissipated, and a huge humanoid black shadow five meters high appeared in front of him.

Dressed in armor and cloak, black as night, the figure exuded an aura of despair that permeated the human body, its head more like a skinless shark's head, and its forehead protruding forward to form a sharp horn.

Behind its skull, a long bone whip was attached, and on it grew sections of sharp bones like knives and axes, each of which was stained with blood.

However, the figure's most memorable feature is its hands.

It wasn't a pair of hands, it was a pair of giant butcher knives growing straight from the end of the arm!

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