How can it be?

The Dark Guild Guild Guild Master and the largest blackly humanoid carrier "Ash" suddenly widened at that moment, and the old face was full of disbelief.

It's no wonder that he would be so out of shape, because ...... The aura of the Mother Earth Earth was gone—the monster that had been cultivated by the flesh and blood of thousands of high-level demons, the monster that even he couldn't think of any way to really destroy it, was ...... by those guys Got it?

There is a limit to joking, too!

Although Mother Dark Earth is a failure, even though it is just a sarcoma completely dominated by instinct, both the strength of the physical body and the ability to heal itself are far superior to ordinary high-level demons, and it also has the special ability to nurture life and nurture the race. He had always believed that even those invincible glorious and sword-wielding people in the upper districts could only return in front of it, and it was not impossible to even become the after-dinner dessert of this terrible monster.

Conventional means simply cannot threaten it.

The combination of its overly large form, its terrifying self-healing power beyond human comprehension, and its potential to nurture the infinite evolution of the race makes it the best vehicle for the dark will's activities in the physical world, but alas...... An overly powerful physique produces too powerful repulsion, and even the evil will that lurks in the dark history of the Dark Guild behind the ashes cannot control this perfect body, and can only be sealed as a failure, acting as the last and strongest barrier of the Dark Guild.

Even in his dreams, he never imagined that one day this final line of defense would be crushed head-on.

Could it be that there is a great sword-wielder or a chosen one?

The only thing that can annihilate the higher demons is the opponent of the same character, even if the evil thing that is like chaos has been deliberately stripped of its intellect by him, and it is a crippled product that can only eat and reproduce instincts, and the existence of such a towering body like a mountain is itself an interpretation of power, which is synonymous with invincibility.

As long as it is human, there will be weaknesses, which can be overcome.

However...... How can natural disasters be overcome?

Challenging the mountains, the flowing water, and the ethereal clouds of smoke - perhaps this description is a little inaccurate, but for human beings, the chaotic evil creatures whose physique has exceeded their cognition are absolutely invincible enemies - skilled swordsmen can swing their swords to cut iron and steel, but in the face of mountains, the earth, and existence itself, how should they swing their swords, how should they overcome the unknowable natural disasters?

The evil will that created the evil thing with his own hands knows better than anyone how terrible it is.

If it was just that it couldn't seize this body, why did it seal this evil thing and raise it like a murderer, and it was undoubtedly a more appropriate solution to deal with it as a killing weapon - what really frightened the monster born from human evil was the extraordinary power of this ignorant man-made demon, even if it was firmly in control, it could not eliminate the fear in its heart.

It's just that...... When the monster, which it could not control or destroy, fell in front of it, a strong sense of unease rose in its heart.

The next one to be killed...... It's it.

For the first time, demons born from the evil wisdom of mankind recognize their own weakness.

But that's all.

As the de facto ruler of the Dark Guild for a hundred years, it has never lacked decisiveness, nor will it be swayed by a little fear to influence decision-making - on the contrary, it is even more courageous than anyone expected at this moment - since the trump card of the Dark Earth Mother has been defeated by an unknown invader, it is necessary to further raise the threat of the other party, even if it is a little difficult to accept from common sense, but at the moment it can only regard the enemy as a high-level demon, a great sword-wielding or a super-strong person at the level of the Chosen One.

And the only ones who can compete with them are those who are at the same level.

In other words, let the killer complete the final completion...... Imperative.

The murderer, like the Mother Dark Earth, is the carrier of the evil will for itself in the material world, and has learned the experience and lessons of the failure of the Mother Dark Earth plan, it does not blindly pile up the physical strength of the experimental body, but strictly controls it under the threshold that it can control and control, although the accident still happened, when the experiment was close to success, the will born of the killer got rid of its control, and created a considerable disturbance in the lower area, and finally it took a lot of effort to bring it back into control.

To this end, it dismembered the prototype and was named the first killer of the Misty Night.

Implanting the flesh and blood of the newborn High Demon into each of the thirteen individuals, thus cultivating a more controllable secondary killer - they are both the deadly blades hidden by the Dark Guild in the night, and the spare body it has prepared for itself - at the moment when the reserve of high demon corpses is depleted, it can no longer withstand another failure, although it is preparing for the third experiment, but the evil will that controls everything behind the scenes has never given up coveting this body with the Lord.

What if you have your eye on a house but there are already people living in it?

Just kill the people who live in the house.

In fact, the evil will also did this, dividing the original prototype into thirteen, and then creating thirteen separate individuals, through their mutual confrontation and mutual killing, the thirteen wills equivalent to the archetypal doppelganger were eliminated, so as to eat away step by step, and finally include the only remaining perfect body after the replenishment.

Pity...... All plans were aborted before they could begin.

The most important of all, "One", was killed in the Eastern Side before it could carry out its evil plans. Even if the current twelve murderers all gathered together to complete the final replenishment, for it, all it could get was a crippled product with a power close to that of a high-level demon, and compared with the hard work it had put into this for nearly a hundred years, it would inevitably be a little more than worth the loss.

But at the moment, there is not so much to hesitate and hesitate, rather than considering interests, considering gains and losses, stop loss is the top priority.

So...... It controls the current leader of the Dark Guild, Ash, and lifts the last shackles on the killers, giving them absolute freedom.

The fight of freedom, the evolution of freedom, and the completion of freedom are finally completed.

It waited for the result, waiting for the final victor to appear in front of it - the ultimate monster that had gathered all the power of the twelve killers and was only one step away from advancing to the realm of high demons, it would definitely not be able to contain the surging killing intent, and it would definitely appear in front of it, it ...... Have this self-confidence.

Ten minutes passed, twenty minutes passed, thirty minutes passed...... No, it didn't pass! When the hand of the minute hand pointed to twelve, a razor-sharp light suddenly flashed through the gray cloudy brown pupils.

- It's foggy.

He spun his chair and faced the slightly empty hall, a smile on his lips.

"Sure enough, you're here. Looking at the hall, which was empty except for the fog, the ruler who had ruled the Dark Guild for a hundred years said in an indifferent tone, a look of insignificance in his brown pupils, "I've been waiting for you for a long time, my work, my child. ”

There was no sound coming from the hall, only a surge of mist.

"I'm glad you're as cautious as ever. Ash spread out his hands, and from his facial expression, which had never changed, he couldn't tell what he had in mind, "But don't you think it's a bit unsympathetic to maintain such vigilance in the face of an old man who is about to enter the grave and has no power to resist at all?" You know, the person who has just untied your last shackles is me, you, or yours...... Father. ”

On the word father, he spit out the accent.

It was still an empty silence, and the only sound in the main control room was the sound of the old man's breathing.

"I'm dying," after looking around, he spoke, his cloudy gaze as calm as ever, "everyone is equal before death, even I am no exception, as the last trace of my stay in the world, I want to see the most perfect results of my life before I die, can't you even meet this request?"

There was almost suffocating silence.

Neither the murderous ghosts who did not know whether they existed, nor the supreme ruler of the Dark Guild, did not speak.

But there was a voice.

"Poof—"

The sound of a kitchen knife cutting into a decayed leather was as dry as a shriveled sound, followed by the ticking of water dripping to the ground.

A little later, the fog receded like a tide, revealing a tall and thin figure, only to see him pull the brim of his hat, pull the dagger in his hand from the old man's heart, and let the blood rush to the ground, allowing the paralyzed body of the supreme leader of the Dark Guild to fall to the ground.

"I'm sorry, old man. The murderer broke the silence with his mouth spoke, his voice low and hoarse, "All I can believe is the dead. ”

Without any hesitation, he swung his sword.

The great head fell to the ground.

"Only those who die," the victorious murderer did not look at the once powerful man even a second time, "are good people—so laugh happily, my father, you are a good man now." ”

The last guild leader of the Dark Guild, the famous "Gray Demon", died.

However, because of this, he didn't notice that the old man's head was rolling to the ground, and an evil smile of unknown meaning faintly appeared.

"Click-click-click-"

The killer's movements suddenly stiffened like a puppet, and after a slightly long stiffness, he crackled and moved his body: "Only the dead are good, that's right, it's a pity...... I'm not human, my stupid creature, and you've finally given your last worth. ”

He paused, and the streamer in his blood-colored pupils turned:

"And the twelve...... I'll clean you up later—when the dust settles. ”

One word at a time.