"What just happened?"

Corbock rubbed his brow—just now, not long ago, Judas disappeared from his presence.

Like a phantom that never existed, it disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, leaving no trace.

This is not normal.

Even those who disappeared before will leave behind the clothes they are wearing, not to mention, not to mention...... The culprit of everything, the greedy demon king in the name of Mammon, has been taken by them.

The disappearance of Judah.

It doesn't make sense.

The short boy's brow furrowed deeply, but he quickly adjusted his mind, pondering clues that he might have missed.

- Deceived?

Thinking about it, there is only this possibility.

It is very likely that the person killed by them is not the real Demon King Mammon, but a special fallen spirit.

Judas was deceived.

As a result, he became another missing person.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh.

Wiener, Hansen, Judas, and many, many others—

Now he was the only one left.

Defeating the terrible demon king who had destroyed the whole of Pandimanenan may have become a luxury at this moment, but that was no reason for him to give up.

On the contrary, he has completely run out of retreat.

Because—

He couldn't forget.

- I can't forget, how can I forget?

Therefore, he wants to kill Mammon, kill the greedy demon king, fulfill their long-cherished wish, and avenge them, even if it is just a useless struggle of the weak, even if it is just a moth to the fire that kills itself!

At all costs!

This is his enlightenment, the consciousness of risking his life.

Although he himself knew that with his own strength, there was extremely little hope of facing the terrible monster that had destroyed a city, and it was unknown whether he would even live to see it.

But what else could he do?

Flee - flee this battlefield like a coward?

No kidding, don't talk about him, even Judas didn't have the ability to break through the blockade of tens of thousands of fallen spirits outside, besides...... Even if we do break through, what if we do return to the city of Dead Silence? Not to mention the problem of disappearance, which is still unsolved, survival alone is a big problem.

He didn't forget that his first encounter with Judas originated from a frost giant, and after a team sweep, those weak, relatively easy to solve demons have basically been cleaned up - it is a little too difficult for him to solve those hard stubbles that three or five people feel are tricky to face together, although the ability to wake up and heal himself has been greatly improved, but he is still powerless to deal with those big guys.

Not everyone is Judas.

Not everyone can fight one-on-one with those powerful demons.

Therefore, he did not intend to retreat, nor did he have any idea of leaving a useful body, he already planned to exchange his death for a less than happy ending.

But—

The high fighting enthusiasm did not last long, and before his steps landed, the whole person was as if he had suffered an invisible blow, suddenly covering his lower abdomen, his body arched like a shrimp, his eyes bulged outward, and dots of blood spread all over the pupils.

"Gross-"

Tendons erupted like tentacles crawling all over his body, and the short boy could even clearly feel something stirring in his stomach.

No, it should be said that it is creeping!

"Gross-"

There was a meaningless retching sound, and the forgotten and distorted memories began to float into his mind little by little, but Corbock didn't have time to sort them out, and a strong feeling of nausea and fear squirmed up the esophagus little by little.

Is it a bug, or something.

I didn't mean to ask, that was ...... Living creatures.

"Gross-"

The young man, who could no longer support himself, fell to his knees suddenly, and the red blood and indescribably shaped fragments of internal organs trickled down the gap between his fingers, forming a shocking pool of blood.

Bigger and bigger......

It stands to reason that with this amount of bleeding, people should have fainted or even died, but Kobck's spirit became more and more sober and keenly under the painful torture.

There is even room to sort through the fragments that have emerged from the depths of memory.

Is that......

Authentic.

His eyes widened, and his entire eyeballs seemed to break free from the shackles of his eyelids and the nerves that connected them, and protruded outwards to an astonishing degree, and his uncontrollable pain gradually transformed into a beast-like roar with the passage of time, and the facial features that should have belonged to a human being have been distorted and deformed.

And then......

Wriggling, wriggling, wriggling –

Slowly but irrepressibly, it squirmed upward, from the esophagus to the throat, and the red blood gushed out as if it didn't need money.

Kaobak desperately choked his own throat, trying to curb its ascent.

But failed.

One by one, groups of white, scaly,, bug-like and tentacles, accompanied by disgusting black-purple blood, swam out of his mouth like loaches.

"Gross-"

How many are there?

Not one or two, not a group of two, but a massive, hundreds, thousands of these monsters from his stomach all the way upstream, through his esophagus, through his throat, and then complete the ritual of rebirth.

They take root on bluestone bricks, absorb nutrients from the blood, and then sprout and grow rapidly, forming layers of fluffy fungus blankets almost instantly.

Stepping on it, it was as if countless insects were licking against their body with their small, slippery tongues.

It's chilling, it's disgusting.

But Corbock didn't have time to pay attention to this, and after this almost blasphemous birth ceremony, he barely regained some sense, looked around with blank eyes, and then covered his abdomen again, all the way up, pressing his chest, pressing his heart and lungs.

And yet—

Empty.

He pressed it down, feeling nothing but a lump of soft flesh, nothing but a few hard ribs.

Gnawed clean.

When did it happen?

Why am I still alive?

The short boy staggered backwards, his spirit staggering back in a few minutes, but in a few minutes it had shattered into a puddle of useless debris.

Demon King Mammon?

Wiener, Hansen, Judas?

Is that...... Who?

Is that...... What is it?

The will is disintegrated, the spirit is broken, and Coubek's broken, erased, and distorted memories rise from the bottom of consciousness little by little, piecing together the truth that he has missed.

"Ahhh

Meaningless moaning, the boy recalled, forgotten by him, by Aina, by Hansen...... The truth.

- They, with the exception of Judas, ate the "tea" made of mud, worms, and tentacles.

Since then, they have been targeted.

By that one—

The King of Yellow.

Yes, the filthy, the profane, the holy, the great, the immortal, the indescribable ancient god, has set his sights on it, and has chosen it.

It became food, it became a sacrifice.

will die.

There is no doubt about it.

But there is no need to escape, and there is no way to escape.

On top of the distorted faces, a series of expressions such as fear, struggle, struggle, anticipation, joy, piety, despair, and anger appeared one after another.

But in the end, all that remains is obedience.

Numb, dazed deference.

Only in the depths of those eyes that have lost their spiritual light, there is a little bit of human intellect that is active.

However, this is not the revolt of small, humble and fragile human beings, but merely ...... This is a must for the ceremony.

Corbock's only remaining will, his only remaining spirit......

Reminiscing.

Reincarnated again and again in the illusion shattered by Judas.

Constantly enriching and plumping the blasphemous existence that cannot be called by name.

Until he can vaguely outline his form.

Those kind of people, dressed in yellow robes, with a soft mask that is constantly changing, like a living thing—

No, that's His face.

As if in a flash of inspiration, the image of the King in Yellow was finally made up by the ridiculous conjectures of human beings, and then ...... Underneath the yellowish-brown insect-like arthropods that grew on the fungus carpet, and the swagger of a mollusk-like twisted rhythm that profaned the intellect, his last consciousness was connected to a great, majestic, indescribable, and indescribable divine being.

"Ha-ha-ha-"

Unconsciously gasping for air, the heat was boiling hot as if it were about to be overloaded, and incredible streams of steam gushed out from the ears, from the mouth, from the eyes, and from the nose.

There was also blood that spurted out, vaporized blood, atomized blood, and evaporated blood.

And then—

Divine knowledge is transmitted from far away.

His name is ......

His name is ......

His name is ......

The consciousness of human beings was completely disintegrated in the murmurs and whispers of dozens, hundreds, thousands of people, and became a part of the great consciousness—a part that was insignificant, not even a drop of blood.

So, he looked up again.

Calling out the name of the ancient king who was sealed here by the ancestors, too...... Its own name.

"King of the Deep Sea Starry Sky. ”

"Hasta. ”

The indescribable terror came, and one eye slowly opened above the infinite darkness and vast dead silence space.

And then—

From high in the sky, from outside the world, a tentacle hung down, like a sharp claw like a sucker, tightly grasping the door of's brain, and the spikes hidden under it pierced the skull directly, greedily devouring and sucking the tender and delicious brain.

A boy named Cow Bock died.

But the tentacles didn't leave.

It has other work to be done.

Like what......

Transmit emotions.

Transmit consciousness.

Transfer memories.

Like a rubber tube in a hospital that delivers nutrient solution, the tentacles carry something into this thin and small body that is incomprehensible to humans, transforming him in the most radical way.

Finally—

The tentacles are gone, and the old is over.

The young man standing in the patches of fungus opened his eyes, and opened a pair of eyes as clear as rubies.

"It's just getting started. ”

"Fire stealers. ”

In this way, the old rulers have created new carriers to carry their own wills and demands.

- The Man with the Sword.

— Cowberk, the sword-wielding man.