The third level of the Hate Cage, a lake of blood, with white bones rising and falling in the sea of blood. Taking advantage of the Sakaram sect's frenzied slaughter and human sacrifice, the Lord of Hate quickly accumulated a huge amount of evil energy, and the painful souls in the sea of blood floated faintly, painful, hateful, and nostalgic, providing the demon god born from evil with the energy to recover.

In the middle of the sea of blood, on an altar-like platform, two figures stood at this time.

The lower half of the body was a cloud of white mist, and the upper body was a dry and flat skeleton, with two long spiral horns standing up to the sky, which was the human incarnation of the demon god Mephisto who hated the demon, and it was chanting loudly on the altar at this time, and with its voice, all the unjust souls in the sea of blood were agitated, and circles of ripples splashed on the sea of blood.

The other was dressed in black robes, tall and unrecognizable, but the evil aura on his body was no less than that of the Demon God Hate, and if Kane was here, he would have found that this was the Dark Wanderer who had single-handedly destroyed Tristram.

As the Demon God Land continued to chant, the sea of blood kept rolling, and waves of evil fluctuations began to converge from all around, little by little, trembling, and a scarlet portal emerged from the sea of blood.

It was a gate made of bones and souls, the red interface was like blood, and from the other side of the door it seemed to be possible to hear the wails of countless souls, pain, fear, hatred, ruin, all the negativity from which all the negativity emanated.

"Hehe, what a nostalgic feeling. Or the smell of hell smells pleasant. The Dark Wanderer laughed suddenly, and he stretched out his arms as if to embrace something.

Then the mutation began.

His body trembled. The black robe was torn, and the body swelled sharply, bright red scales emerged, sharp horns gushed out from the back, and after a while, a full six meters tall, blood-red scales all over the body. The monster that resembled a large lizard stood up, hideous backstabbing hovering behind it, and two sharp horns stretched out horizontally on its head. It's like a crown on the head.

Diablo Diablo has officially revealed its true form in the Sanctuary!

With heavy steps, the ground trembled with each step it took.

"Then brother, I'll go back to hell first."

Grimly grinned. Diablo walked towards the portal step by step. A pile of bones automatically emerged from the sea of blood, carrying the footsteps of the demon god.

With a muffled sound, stepping on the passage made of bones, the Dreaded Demon God walked towards Hell step by step.

"I'm sorry, you can't go anywhere!"

A huge pillar of light!

The blue-white electricity directly blasted the passage of the bones, and a swirling shockwave erupted in the sea of blood, and the violent fluctuations melted the piled bones into charcoal.

With a single blow, a huge hole was broken through the top of the Hate Cage. The starlight of the night shone in bit by bit, casting a faint silver light over the otherwise hellish environment.

Diablo stopped. At the entrance to the third floor of the Hate Cage, several bloodied figures appeared.

Shaking off the corpse of the senior councilor in his hand, Mo Wen looked at the bright red monster with a smile.

"Dreaddemon God, we've finally met!"

Scarlet eyes glittered with the flames of hell, and Diablo slowly turned his head.

"It's you, those little ghosts who have been chasing after me!"

Although there was no direct contact, the Dreadgod still sensed the pursuers behind him.

A wave of fear came to their faces, and just looking at the demon god who turned around, everyone felt as if countless unjust spirits were roaring at them, darkness, destruction, death—fear, all kinds of feelings came to their hearts.

Except for Mo Wen, everyone involuntarily took a step back, and Volya, who felt the most keen, even hugged her shoulders tightly.

"Yes! It's not easy to find you, after all, you can't run away very fast! ”

Faintly mocking, Mo Wen lifted Gracewald's redemption, and a white light rose up, lighting up the still somewhat dim underground cage and dispelling the fear in everyone's hearts.

"Tyrell's breath!" Diablo pursed his lips in disgust.

It turned its head to look at the white mist, "Brother, how about you hand over these ants to solve it?" I can't wait to go back to hell! ”

Mephisto, the Lord of Hatred, just laughed, and the chilling laughter filled the entire third layer of the cage, and the endless sea of blood seemed to tremble.

An aura of resentment rose, and a hint of resentment involuntarily rose in everyone's eyes, as if they wanted to feel the urge to destroy the surrounding qiē.

Jacob's eyes were full of green.

"Of course, my brother, I'm thinking I don't have enough sacrifices!"

The Demon God of Hate laughed.

"That's good!"

Turning around without hesitation, Diablo summoned countless bones again and continued towards the portal.

"Stop!"

A dazzling white light shot into the sky from Mo Wen's hand, as if the gods were angry, and above the sky, the white pillar of light mixed with thunder light split down again.

"Roar!" With a beastly roar, a blue light flashed from Diablo's hand, and it withstood the impact of the massive pillar of light, then roared and tore it in two.

Glancing meaningfully at Mo Wen, Diablo flicked his slender tail and strode into the portal.

"Damn it!"

Looking at Diablo's disappearing figure, Mo Wen was in a hurry, if he let it run away now, it would be difficult to find it again.

The Chaos Sanctuary, the City of Divine Punishment, and the River of Fire are not easy places to pass, and the King of the Forgotten Knight, the King of Demons, the Soul Spreader, the Storm Spellcaster, the Minister of Chaos, and Diablo's subordinates are not dry!

Gritting his teeth, Mo Wen glanced at Bruce and Lilian.

"Bruce, you deal with Mephisto, Diablo will leave it to me!"

Ran a few steps towards the sea of blood. Mo Wen jumped violently, and the whole person rushed towards the portal in the sea of blood!

"Human, you are looking for death!"

A thick bolt of lightning shot out of Mephisto's hand. Straight to the unknown.

"Get out of here!"

The scepter in his hand swung down suddenly, and the surging electricity was split in two by Mo Wen, and with a dazzling electric light, Mo Wen fell to the side of the portal, and rushed into the door with a dodge.

On the other side of the door was a blood-red world, and as far as the eye could see, the crimson earth, and the souls were locked to the ground and wailed. From time to time, meteorites mixed with Mars slipped into the sky, and hot magma churned on the ground.

This is the world of hell.

"Diablo!"

Looking at the red figure not far away, Mo Wen roared angrily.

"Huh?" Diablo turned around in surprise. When I saw Mo Wen, I was stunned.

Then it burst out laughing and looked at Mo Wen with a playful expression.

"Human, you're coming to hell with you? Don't you know that in hell, my strength will be stronger? ”

An aura of fear stronger than the hatred of the cage came over his face. It seems that thousands of unjust souls are rushing towards us.

A faint smile. The illusions of those unjust souls automatically dissipated as soon as they got close to Mo Wen, and with the Heroic Spirit Seat, he was not afraid of this spiritual influence at all.

Slowly raising the scepter in his hand, a huge white light rose into the sky, and a huge angelic phantom floated up, and the holy light continued to wash away the filth of hell.

In the light, Mo Wen held a shield in one hand and a staff in the other, exuding a white aura. Wings loomed from behind him, and he stared coldly at Diablo. Like an angel in a myth who slays down demons.

"Tyrrell?" Staring at the huge angelic phantom, Diablo's face showed a solemn look for the first time.

"Human, what is your relationship with Tyrell?"

Mo Wen gently waved Gracewald's redemption, although it has not yet been fully treasured, but after the knights of Sakaram in tie recovered Trivank, this top-level weapon blessed by angels in his hand has been recognized by people, and the progress of treasured has increased by half at once, and he can already use the angelic power contained in it, even if Tyrell is still struggling.

"I've made him into a soul stone, embedded in my weapon!" With a bright smile on his face, Mo Wen looked at Diablo with bad intentions, "Of course, your soul stone is also my goal, and there are enough grooves in Gracewald's redemption!" ”

Diablo gasped as he took a closer look at the human in front of him for the first time.

Although he has a handsome appearance and a warm temperament, the person standing in front of him is not a paladin at all, but a demon dressed in the skin of an angel!

Turning angels into weapons is something that even the demon god of hell has never done, and he has done it as a mortal!

Immediately a wave of anger welled up in its heart.

This mortal wants to make it into a weapon too!

"Human, you're looking for death!"

A red aura of destruction rushed into the sky, fear, death, killing, endless black fluctuations swept across the earth, and the whole heaven and earth seemed to mourn.

Pillars of white light and red breath collided, and hurricanes mixed with shock waves raged in the air, and the ethereal energy changed the color of half of the sky.

All the ghosts and lower demons in Hell who felt this breath trembled, and the collision of the sacred and the evil made them seem to have returned to the time when the High Heaven and the Burning Hell were at war, angels and demons fought each other, and every one of the world was prostrate under this force.

"Dust me to ashes!"

With his claws wrapped around his chest, Diablo suddenly opened his arms.

The raging flames spread around it, and every place it passed was burned to the ground.

"Hah!"

Divine power blessed the shield, and a huge shield phantom painted with a cross appeared in front of Mo Wen, and the flames were completely blocked in front of it.

In the firelight, the eyes of the flames and the eyes of gold and silver stared at each other.

Roaring, Diablo and Mo Wen rushed towards each other at the same time!

On the plain of despair, holy energy and the power of fear are intertwined, and good and evil are constantly colliding! (To be continued......)

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