The Baal Throne, the unprecedentedly boiling force of the Killing Force, envelops the Killing Throne with majestic power, rejecting all intrusions and prying eyes from outsiders.

All prophecy spells, all divine power predictions, are temporarily invalidated at this moment, and all that can be seen is a killing throne wrapped in a black cocoon.

In the midst of the Baal throne, there were still dark stone pillars, the blood had dried up, the cracks in the dark earth had been healed, and Sebasta stood in front of the palace, about to face his father.

Taking a deep breath, Sebasta stepped forward.

After stepping over the thirteen black stairs and coming to the hall inside, it was not surprising to see a black throne appear in the hall, and on the steps leading to the throne, there were countless skeletons and faces.

Sebasta stepped forward, and with each step, a skeletal face and ghost appeared, all the enemies he had slain along the way.

They grinned, wailed, and pounced on them in a frenzy, trying to take revenge on their killers once again.

Sebasta sneered, not even looking at these ghosts, the huge difference in strength and rank made these ghosts disintegrate like snowflakes rushing towards the sun the moment they pounced on him.

If Aberdell was here, he might have spoken to these ghosts with a kind personality, but for Sebasta, he didn't have to.

The throne of the gods is originally an accumulation of countless corpses, and the loser is meaningless!

At the end of the throne was a man holding a wine glass.

"Oh, my child, have you come to offer your soul and flesh to your father?"

At the last moment of this fateful juncture, the consciousness of Baal, which had been lurking in the divinity of all descendants, finally awakened, and the death of each son of Baal brought him a resurrection power.

Bearing the blood of slaughter, he is now truly resurrected at the center of the Killing Throne, and will fight his heirs to swallow each other up and determine the ultimate king of the slaughter.

"No, my dear father, I have come to bring you down, and then to take your throne and throne, and to devour your soul and divinity." Sebasta bowed, then spoke.

"O arrogant and humble descendant, who gave you the courage to rebel against your father?" Baal sat on the throne and looked down at Sebasta calmly, without the impatient and irascible character of the doppelganger in the divinity, but showing the atmosphere and composure of the gods in the deep city.

Glancing deeply at Baal on the throne, Sebasta smiled calmly, "First of all, I must thank you, my father. If it weren't for you, fearful of falling fate, lurking the wildly split divinity among our brothers and sisters, I wouldn't have had the opportunity to come into contact with divinity, let alone absorb divinity, digest divinity, or even grasp the key to becoming a god. ”

"You are indeed smarter than your stupid brothers and sisters!" Barr on the throne nodded slightly, and surprised Sabasta: "Compared to your brothers and sisters who don't know what to say and brainwash their so-called beliefs, your existence surprises me even more. The Lord of Dawn, the God of Justice, these fools, since they are trying to cultivate a good Lord of Killing. Hehe, they didn't know that their education had just tied up those idiots and made my resurrection plan go more smoothly. As for the Sauron supported by Ambery, he was more decisive and courageous than I thought, and he saw that my resurrection was an irresistible fate, so he resolutely jumped out and made himself a god with the help of my divinity. ”

"And you, Sebasta, my son, are cold, selfish, clever enough, and know many of the secrets of the gods. But you don't know that when you erase that trace of consciousness from my divinity, I begin to notice you. Although I could not show up at that time, through divinity, through your brothers and sisters, I was always aware of your presence. ”

"O Sebasta, my most wonderful son, although you have excellent qualifications, and the new god behind you is also quite capable, but you are like your master, you are too young, how can you grasp the power of a true god who has existed for a long time?"

"Sebasta, how can you win against your father, against the Lord who holds the killing power of the world?"

Barr's words were like rolling thunder, with unparalleled divine might, like a hammer, imprinted word by word into Sebasta's heart.

"Hahaha......"

Sebasta stared at Baal on the throne and burst out laughing.

"Father, you're scared!"

"You are afraid of death, of falling, of eternal darkness! The fall of the Sage Havoc has broken your mind and made you begin to fear the death of the gods! ”

"Hahahaha...... How ridiculous that the immortal gods should be afraid of death itself, and the guides of death should not dare to face death! ”

"Father, you have said so much, isn't it because you are afraid of my appearance, afraid that I will knock you off the throne, and afraid that I will swallow up all your existence?"

"The throne of killing has always been obtained in blood, and you want to rely on the theory of words to fight the enemy, father, you have disappointed me so much!"

"How can a god of killing and death, who fears death, take on the responsibility of guiding death?"

"Father, let me kill you here today, and lay the first foundation stone for my throne!"

Sebasta laughed wildly, stepped forward step by step, and the crazy green divine energy was suddenly transmitted to the whole body, and Sebasta's soul involuntarily mutated, but it did not become Baal's established procedure - the Sage Slayer. Instead, they turned into charms and imprinted on him.

In the cycle of divine power spells, every power of the soul, even every movement, is suddenly under control. Stripped of all disguise, Sebasta's soul reveals a strong male body, not full of muscles. But it's perfect. And behind it, wings like black swans emerge from behind, the eyes of the soul. Suddenly it turned a deep green.

Looking at Sebasta, who had torn off his disguise and revealed his true fangs, Baal's face suddenly became serious, and a feeling that he had tasted for a long time broke through his strong heart and seeped out of his soul and divinity.

It's fear. It was also foreknowledge, and Barr knew that once God faced fear in the face of competition with the priesthood, it meant that the underworld force prompted an omen, and it was because he knew that for the first time, the fear spread with an irresistible momentum, making him clench his teeth.

"Yes, I'm afraid, but fear only makes me stronger and more valued as a competitor!"

"Only by experiencing the horror of death can I appreciate the power of death more, Sebasta, I will not hide my fear of death, and this fear is my belief in true resurrection, and it is the key to my guiding death."

"Now, O Sebasta, let me teach you how a true god fights! It's not something you can compare to how you can use the power of divinity to ravage those wretched mortals. ”

At this moment, Baal finally stood up from the throne, and all the knowledge and experience accumulated by the gods for thousands of years were mobilized, and the majestic divinity was unprecedentedly condensed, and Baal was gathered with Baal as the core.

The divinity of killing pervades Baal's body, making him unreservedly transformed into the most terrifying of slayers.

"In the name of the Lord of Slaughter, I command, O souls of the Slaughter Throne, awake all! I designate the blasphemer before me as the enemy of God, go over and tear him to pieces! ”

In the battle for the divine power of the Baal Throne, neither side can use the divine power of killing the priesthood, but can only fight and fight with each other with the demigod body of their own body, and finally decide the final winner in life and death.

However, after all, Baal is the past master of the Killing Throne, although the priesthood is not there, but the past savings and foreshadowing, still allow him to gain a certain home field advantage in the Baal Throne, and now Baal awakens the souls sleeping in the Killing Throne as the former Lord of Killing, that is, to consume Sebasta's divinity and divine power with these former invokers.

One after another warriors, magicians, wanderers, priests, and paladins stood up in the Killing Throne, and the souls of these former powerhouses each had a very powerful power, although it was insignificant compared to Sebasta, who had become a demigod, but when the number was hundreds, it could also pose a certain threat to him.

However, Sebasta looked at these awakened warriors, but did not have any panic and confusion, but smiled lowly and said happily: "Father! I've been thinking about it for a long time, and that's what kind of hole cards you'll turn over in the final battle! As I absorbed more and more divinity, I finally understood a year ago that the throne of slaughter must be watered with killing and blood to truly come, and in this feast of slaughter, even the former Lord of Slaughter is only a relatively precious sacrifice! ”

"Father, how can you carry the hope of the Killing Force if you are so afraid of death that you forget the creed of killing and dare not face me directly?"

Sebasta laughed maniacally and slammed into the crowd. It was like an incomparably sharp knife that directly tore through the defense line of the Bal warriors.

Swords, fists, knees, shoulders...... Sebastass fought to the death, all parts of his body became pure killing weapons, it didn't matter to the warrior, the so-called mage, the thief, in such a battle, all fixed tactics were meaningless, any strength, any skill, only used to kill was meaningful.

"Boom!"

A powerful bolt of lightning from the magician struck Sebasta, but when it reached his side, it was vibrated by a green light, and it grazed him and fell to the stone. Exploded a hole.

"The Mark of Destruction!"

At the moment when Sabasta killed a mage, Baal seized the opportunity and made an instant move. The terrifying divine power struck Sebasta with devastating power.

Sebasta was suddenly devastated, but in the next moment, he regained his freedom of movement.

"I will embrace killing, and thus fear life and death!"

Sebasta shouted, and at the same time rushed forward more violently. Killing, all killing, and death inseparable from killing, has reached a highly condensed level in the war between the two candidates for the Lord of Killing. In this killing country, every breath, every action, is filled with this substantial killing power.