The hurricane swept through in an instant, accompanied by a high-pitched sound that bleed bloodshot from countless eardrums.

It was as if some steel behemoth had collided together in an instant, bringing about a turmoil that swept across the Land of Dusk.

Countless steel floors warped and vibrated with them, resonating with an inaudible resonance, and the fragments of sound overlapped, turning into a tidal wave, and shrinking towards the tower in the center.

Three times!

Everything is condensed at the snap of a finger.

- Triple Drummer: Thunderbolt!

It was no longer the power that the physical body could carry, and it was almost equivalent to the power of the entire Dusk Country in an instant, and it collided with the power of Gala, radiating a terrifying destructive power.

With just one blow, you can knock that oncoming opponent away in an instant!

It was like throwing a brilliant hit at the baseball stadium, and even the Gala after the top four pillars could not resist, flying upside down like a meteor, hitting hard, almost the entire Helios flew out, and disappeared into the empty universe.

[Symphony of Extreme Meaning]!

Huai Shi held the tiger's mouth that hated the water and cracked, and the blood didn't have time to flow out and healed quickly, only to feel that the 'aftersound' was still in his body, shaking endlessly.

The blow just now perfectly mobilized the power of the entire Dusk Country, relying on the support and assistance of the permafrost hearth, and even its carrying capacity.

It was equivalent to half of Helios suddenly jumping into the air and stepping on Gala's face head-on with his terrifying quality!

Huai Shi is only burdened with the aftermath.

Even so, it's almost going to blow up with that huge force!

Souls and stigmatas also cracked into small cracks under the blow.

Fingers twitched, barely able to grip the weapon.

The instantaneous judgment made Huai Shi grit her teeth and make such a choice.

The situation has deteriorated to the limit, in the invasion of the Trojan Horse, the defenses of the Land of Dusk have completely collapsed, and after losing the advantage of the defenders, they have to face dozens of times the enemy of their own, not to mention that the Argonauts created by Publius have been killed in front of the heart of the permafrost.

Plus a crown wearer that fuses the Hell Sequence: Supreme Four Pillars!

For now, he can only eradicate the biggest scourge in front of him as quickly as possible, and he only hopes that this blow will inflict heavy damage on his opponent and cause effective damage.

But soon, a heart sank to the bottom.

Because the intact Gala rose from the shadows again, towards him, grinning.

The Four Pillars of Hell Sequence are the alchemists' excavation of the power of hell and the use of the essence of calamity, which can be said to be the embodiment of the essence of hell.

The total number is seventy-two hell sequences, which perfectly cover the manifestation forms of most of the hellish groups, and then divide the power of the lords of the large groups through titles.

Standing at the top is, undoubtedly, the 'Four Pillars of Supremacy' comparable to that of rulers!

After merging with the authoritarian relics of the 'Four Pillars of Asmodeus', Gala has been forcibly elevated to the realm of rulers, although this power is congenitally insufficient, resulting in a significant reduction from the real ruler.

But Asmodeus's 'authoritarianism' is genuine!

The existence of the demon king, known as the "**", the head of the evil spirit, does not control the hypocritical 'love', but is enough to make all souls fall into the abyss and fall into the temptation of solidification!

Countless ways to play with the soul and harness essentia!

The soul is the most important currency to Him.

If there is no soul for him to use, then this authority is no different from decoration, but as long as there is a soul in his hand, Asmodeus is enough to exert the power comparable to that of the Creator!

It just so happens that there is such a thing as a 'soul', and Gala has it!

On his body, in the innumerable gold ornaments, the souls of all his opponents for a long time were imprisoned, and all the losers who were defeated by him were tortured day and night in the bondage of gold.

Even Gala herself doesn't know how much she has in her collection.

Too many wars, too many enemies.

As long as you follow the King of Withered, there will never be a shortage of blood-boiling battles and hearty victories!

"I really miss the trick of the king of the outer way, a good trick, my friend, it's a pity, it's a little bit worse!"

Gala laughed, stepped into the void, and walked step by step, her eyes burning with excitement: "Come, let's start again!"

In his hands, the scythe shthe was filled with the glow of the soul, and countless blessings and curses were placed on it, causing this vicious weapon to quickly sublimate into a blade capable of wounding everything!

It's like a meteor that represents calamity.

In the midst of the roar, Gala fell from the sky again.

Huai Shi gritted her teeth and clenched the hated water.

- Symphony!

The power of the Land of Twilight once again converged at one point with the echo of the mighty waves, and blasted forward, sending the crimson meteor flying upside down.

And Huai Shi also vomited blood in a big gulp.

But almost instantly, when Gala, who was prepared, returned with a hideous smile.

Looking down at his pale face, the solidifier hooked his fingers, "What's the matter? Sitting on that chair and refusing to get off? If you want to sit still, I don't mind." ”

Huai Shi was silent and did not answer.

Listening to the sound of fighting below, he finally couldn't help but sigh, and had to admit that he was not an opponent.

Even if he sat in the entire Dusk Country, he would not be able to exert the power of the Suncaster, and he could only defend passively in front of the Condenser of the Supreme Four Pillars.

Once it is out of the permafrost hearth, it will be immediately beaten back to its original form and killed instantly.

However, Tong Ji didn't know where she had gone, and Garand's goods were pretending to be dead even if they were being soldiers in the city, and they didn't know what they were messing with.

For now, I can only rely on myself.

He sighed and raised his hand.

Return to the ruins, open!

Gala's face changed slightly, and she took a few steps back in the air, apparently aware of Huai Shi—he had already heard from Hercules about the terrifying threat of this move.

If you are not careful, you will be contaminated by the contents of the star, and I am afraid that you will face the erosion of the immortal beast.

Unless he returns to Hell and asks the Blight Lord for help, there is nothing he can do!

But now, Huai Shi didn't plan to use it as a weapon.

When the opponent is on guard, this trick is basically useless, and can only scare people.

All he has to do is not release, but transfer.

With the re-establishment of the connection between the permafrost hearth and the ruins, the resonance between the casting furnaces born of the same origin began, forcibly stripping most of the derivative flesh and blood of the immortal beast from Huai Shi's body, sealing it in the alchemy fire, and forcibly suppressing it with surging divinity.

Huai Shi has once again regained its heyday of power.

The Great Priest of the Complete Body.

Slowly, he clenched the hated water in his hand.

In that case, there is only one answer left......

Gala's eyes widened, and she grew more and more excited.

"Are you finally going to fight with all your might?" he grinned expectantly, "It's ...... too"

Before the words fell, Gala froze in place.

Because Huai Shi didn't get up from the throne of the Suncaster at all, he just raised the half-cut spear, backhanded, and threw it into the furnace behind him.

- Forging, begin!

In an instant, a surging sound like a sea tide burst out from it!

Divinity is burning wildly.

In the shroud of alchemical fire, the thunder in the hated water rose, and the roar full of madness long ago sounded.

The light of the flame illuminated Huaishi's smile.

"You know what?"

He held his chin and looked at his opponent's expression, and the corners of his mouth curled up with pleasure: "In our heavenly lineage, there is a fine tradition......"

- If you can't beat it, shake people!

The first known condition is that the fire of alchemy has the property of thoroughly stimulating the potential of all materials.

The second known condition is that the permafrost furnace is the world's top casting furnace.

Known condition three, hating water used to be a relic of the stigma of Yun Zhongjun.

Known condition four, Huai Shi still has a large handful of divinity prostituted from Garand in his hands.

Known condition five, Huai Shi's [Nirvana Transformation] and [Bioreconstruction] can endow alchemy works with the attribute of activation.

Known condition six, Huai Shi still has such a thing as the Book of Destiny in his hand.

So, please ask Gala, who doesn't know anything, to answer, what will pop out of his stove next?

At that moment, Gaara's face changed suddenly.

The glow of thousands of souls covered the scythe, turning into a fleeting frenzied glow, and with him, it fell from the sky!

Towards Huai Shi, towards the permafrost furnace where Huai Shi is located.

Do your best.

Chop!

But faster than he was the 'darkness' that broke out of the fire!

It was a pure and massive calamity.

A shattered miracle that just exists enough to distort the entire world!

Like a volcanic eruption, the darkness swept like a cloud, and in an instant, it enveloped the entire Dusk Country, and even covered the eternal twilight, so that everything fell into the darkness of not being able to reach out and lose sight!

Is that...... Abhor!

Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate! hate!

Under that incomparably pure hatred, even the entire Twilight Country resonated!

It is different from the resentment left by the forgers, it is a 'hate' that has never given in, never retreated, and never regretted!

It contains an unspeakable abomination.

He hated the world, he hated all the cowards, he hated all the betrayers, he hated the death of his comrades, he hated his own powerlessness.

Hate everything.

Even, the most hated......

- It's hell!

The tide of hatred is enough to fill the seven seas, cover the present realm, turn into a tide of extinction, sweep away all impurities, pull all enemies, and destroy with oneself!

It is hard to imagine what kind of soul will leave such a huge hatred, and what kind of obsession will make this hatred so pure that the world will distort it!

Now, hatred has turned into an ocean of clouds.

From the depths of the sea, sleeping broken souls go berserk and devour the flesh derived from the Immortal Beasts, extracting the endless life from them.

Again, from the darkness, I opened my eyes.

Cast a hateful glance into the world.

Look, Gala!

Sneer.