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The ground shook slightly, and Seal 1-42 was very laborious to drive, but it seemed heavy, but it was very agile to move.

His turquoise eyes were hidden in the deep darkness of his visor, and Leonard was sweating profusely, gasping for breath with difficulty, and with a missed blow, his spirituality had bottomed out, and there was no room for a second swing of his weapon.

The silver glow that had dismembered Jason Beria began to appear on his body, and with a tearing pain, it was embedding little by little into the flesh.

He came a step too late, and the matter seemed to be over, and there was only a shadow of life in front of him. Through the reciprocal spirituality, Leonard could almost feel that 1-42 was angry that his prey had been snatched away, and instead targeted the strange man in front of him.

The "Apostle of Desire" was killed, is this evidence of destruction, or is it something else...... Oh no, my body is reaching its limit...... Leonard's dizziness and stinging flesh made him almost unable to stand up straight, and the red gloves behind him were coming one after another, guarding him as if he were facing a great enemy. Captain Sost looked at the armor with an ugly face, then at the person opposite, and finally gritted his teeth and stopped looking at Leonard.

"Old man...... Who's that? ”

"Beckland...... Hidden, high-sequence powerhouse ......? ”

No one responded, and the parasite who was still pointing out his Jason Beria's weaknesses and abilities just now suddenly fell silent, and Leonard didn't get a response, and at the same time, he felt that something was vaguely wrong.

It seemed to be a tense confrontation, but the strange man didn't mean to be nervous at all, and after two or three seconds, he sighed.

"I don't want to make a fuss at this time, killing you will definitely attract at least two demigods, wasting time."

"I killed your target, but I don't want to do anything to you."

His words seemed to have a magical power, which made people involuntarily believe, and Leonard couldn't help but let go of a little hostility, and the pain made him unable to think properly. He took the opportunity to look around through the face armor and saw that the other team members also showed expressions such as "relieved" on their faces, and seemed to be easily persuaded by the other party.

Persuade? Obey? Is the "lawyer" path strong?

Leonard barely thought in the sharp pain that almost made him faint, and the pain in his body disappeared from time to time, giving him a chance to breathe. But he was getting closer and closer to the limit of "ten minutes", and he was going to die, torn apart by extraordinary objects, and die before he could take revenge. It's like an hourglass counting down to life, with only the last thin layer of sand left.

Even Sost seemed to waver.

As the captain, he clearly grasped the difference in strength between the two sides. They used 1-42 to let each other escape, but by the time they said goodbye, the Apostle of Desire had already become the ghost of the strange powerhouse in front of them. This matter seems to have exceeded the limits of the ability of his team of red gloves, even if they all participate in the battle, they may not be able to leave the other party, and they may not even be able to or send the information back, if the other party is not willing to do it, it seems to be ...... It couldn't be better......

He subconsciously felt so.

"Your team is going to be killed by blood-stained armor."

He said slowly, "Do you want to watch your team die again?" Do you want to weigh the weight of the mission and the lives of your team members again? ”

Sost's hole shrank suddenly.

Leonard's breath froze, and he clenched the hilt of his sword tightly.

…… The familiar way of speaking, coupled with the old man's sudden silence, all kinds of doubts were superimposed, and he suddenly grasped something.

This conjecture made his whole body tremble uncontrollably.

"I'm not hostile."

"You should trust me."

As he spoke, as if to prove his sincerity, the figure of the strange and strong man began to become a lake, and the surrounding colors gradually brightened, which was a symbol of entering the spiritual world. At this time, the Red Gloves were already shaken, and this act became the last straw that crushed Sost's belief, and as soon as the strange strong man turned around, he shouted loudly to all the Red Gloves behind him in an almost out of tune:

"Dig the tub right now!"

"Prepare hot water! Fast! Fast! ”

"Thirty-seven seconds left! Extraordinary abilities are allowed! ”

The red gloves were pardoned, and immediately dug the pit at full speed to fill the water, Sost was still nervous, he turned his head to look at Leonard, and was about to speak, when he suddenly saw the blood-stained silver armor holding the sword in both hands, holding it high above his head, with the momentum of seeing death as if he was at home, striding towards the strange strong man who was sneaking into the spirit world, and slashed down fiercely!

"Demons!!"

Leonard's eyes widened in anger and he roared, "I'm going to—"

The strange powerhouse didn't stop, raised his arm, and snapped his fingers.

Leonard's mind suddenly thundered, his eyes were bloodshot and red, and extreme anger and hatred exploded in his heart, enough to make him lose his mind and go crazy on the spot to completely detonate. The capillaries exploded under the high pressure, and the corners of his mouth, eyes, and nose were bleeding at the same time, but he was not torn apart by his emotions like fireworks, nor did he weaken as quickly as Duke Negan, and his emotions disappeared without a trace after a momentary outburst.

But even then, it was beyond the limits of what Leonard could bear.

The sword was out of his hand, and the armor staggered half a step before falling with a bang.

He struggled to crawl a few inches forward, trembling and reaching out to the figure, blood falling from his face and being absorbed by his armor.

"Old man...... Don't steal ...... Don't ......"

“…… I...... Don't want to...... Forget...... Remembering ......"

The strange powerhouse seemed to have finally been alarmed, but at this time he had already entered the spirit world, and in Mohu's sight, he saw the other party casually looking back at him, and left a soft:

"It's you."

His companions shouted and approached, and his vision instantly darkened.

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Somewhere in the Southern Continent, the home of the Berial family, Griela Beria is preparing a new sacrificial ritual.

Hurry up and sacrifice more lives to the Great Mother Tree of Desire and the Demon King in preparation for gaining favor in the upcoming battle.

Her crisis instincts have not yet moved, but the news has already returned that the assassination mission has been successfully completed, so the bait should follow the plan and soon start to act, luring the other party in front of her. The arrangement on my side has been basically completed, and things are going very smoothly.

Groups of wrist-bound men and animals were led from under their seats, numb, whips driving them to the altar.

On the huge altar, many members of the Belial family were busy, carving the symbols of the Mother Tree of Desire and the Demon King around the altar, and carving their honorific names. After slaughtering the animals, their blood will flow along every groove, filling all the nicks and ravines, and making the lit candles float. The demons enjoyed the hunt, and the gods enjoyed the spirituality and soul of life, and together they ushered in joyful and grand sacrifices.

The dimming of the sky cast a shadow on everyone's faces, the sun hung over the horizon, and the red moon was about to rise.

The demigod in charge of overseeing the affairs of the altar came to Greela Beria's side: "Your Highness, everything is ready. ”

The Demon Grand Duke nodded, the night had not yet fallen, the sacred red moon had not yet risen, and the sacrifice had not yet begun, so he didn't care much.

She rose from the stone seat and walked leisurely up the ascending staircase to the high platform next to the altar, where the ritual was held to communicate with the gods. As a believer, it is supposed to offer the best and most attentive sacrifice to God, and the human skin under the carpet is tanned into a soft and elastic high-quality leather, with natural red lines and traces that are natural and beautiful, and retains the whole appearance when it was peeled off, and the eyes of the four faces are sewn on, leaving a wide open mouth.

The demigod followed her step by step, without saying a word, and when he saw her stop, he humbly lowered his head.

Suddenly, in a place where Greela Beria could not see, the demigod's body trembled violently, his head tilted, clinging to his shoulders, and his cervical vertebrae should have been broken. He lowered his head, his eyeballs rolled up to the point that only the whites of his eyes remained, and the nerves inside seemed to have been disconnected, and blood rushed out of his sockets. He quietly raised his head, silently "looked" at Beria's back, and quietly opened his mouth: "——"

Before he could make a sound, his head was suddenly plucked out entirely. A small section of the crest vertebrae was tossed aside.

The headless corpse fell to the ground with a sound similar to that of a sack of potatoes falling to the ground. Griela had been prepared, she looked around, her eyes burning with dark blue flames, and a heavy thunder rolled through her throat: "Reverse effect? ”

"It looks like you've grabbed the useless descendant by the tail!"

"This kind of little trick, you actually think I'm going to be tricked?!"

She was complacent because she saw through the other party's plot, and angry because she was being despised, just when she was very vigilant, a voice close to the back, almost sticking to the back of her head, suddenly sounded, like thunder, shook her hands and feet cold, and the blood on her body was cold:

"yes, isn't that a trick?"

She could even imagine the smile on that face.

A hand rested on her shoulder, reminding her of some old legend that a late night pat on the shoulder would never look back. Spiritual intuition sketched the picture behind her on its own, and the brown-haired man with a pair of exquisitely crafted glasses, smiled, and looked at her coldly:

"Death!"

Belial's hole shrank suddenly, and the momentary fear made her lose the ability to think for a moment, and the rust that symbolized death spread down with great speed along the position of the hand, and the flesh and bones continued to shrink along the way, and a single breath had already taken up most of her body.

A burst of red light immediately erupted from her body, and the spirituality blessed by the Mother Tree of Desire was instantly burned out.

The spell that was originally intended to be used at the most critical moment completed its mission ahead of schedule and blocked the fatal blow. The rust peeled off, and Beria's figure disappeared from the spot, appearing dozens of meters away, the black blood spilling from the corners of her mouth and the bruised tendons on her forehead showed that she had suffered more than that.

All plans were disrupted, and she turned her head to look in the direction of the altar and saw a scene that had taken her heart into arrest:

All the people who were busy on the altar stopped at the same time, turned around in unison, looked at her with the same smile, and then took out different styles of monocles and put them on their right eyes.

The altar is controlled so that it is impossible to offer enough sacrifices to the Demon King and the Mother Tree...... But there is still a turning point, you can also recite the honorific name of the mother tree, you can be a little flustered, you can be nervous, but you must not have thoughts of escape and fear!

Never!

The aura of danger rushed to her face, the flesh and blood animals and the members of the Belial family who were too low in order exploded one after another, the frenzy of the sea of blood knocked down the buildings around her, and under the twilight sky, the huge demon looked down on her condescendingly, with murderous intent and joy buried in his eyes.

Huge bats burning with infernal flames obscured the sky, and the cells throughout her body came to life, fully unleashing all their power. Muscles bulged out of the cracks in the bones, glowing with a rocky sheen after a long time of calcination, blood bulging beneath the skin, and the sound of a loud, powerful heartbeat made all the creatures around them feel like their blood was out of control.

The demon opened its wings and roared in a monstrous rage, and then rushed towards Greela Beria, who also had fierce eyes.

In an instant, two huge demons roared and scuffled together, and in the blink of an eye, a radius of hundreds of meters turned into a filthy and desperate death ground, which was still expanding outward.

……

Amon whistled and sat on a beam at the top of the altar, swinging his legs leisurely.

The battle of the complete mythical creature was not something that his level of Meng could see, but he also had no idea of watching it, because he was steadfast in the outcome of this seemingly small and seemingly unstable battle - what could it be? Everyone thought they had got the script, the two Belials were, the Patriarch Beria too, and the gods probably thought the same way, but only Amon knew, and he and the Outer Gods were in the audience watching them perform from beginning to end.

But a win isn't enough, what he's doing now is making it as legible as possible.

The parasitic Beria took action one after another, and the numb cattle still did not react, they were born for this, there was no concept of running away in their minds, and they couldn't even say anything, even Amon felt that Belials called them "livestock" the most appropriately.

The emblem belonging to the Demon and the Mother Tree of Desire was erased and scraped off by the Amuns, engraved with the open palm, and the inverted cross in the center.

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The demon's filthy words and curses rang out in unison, and the mad laughter and strange roars mingled like two extremely discordant melodies, one high and one low, and if another angel fell into this battle, it would not be long before the filth and abyssal breath were to be polluted.

Mountain peaks have collapsed, and plains have turned into rifts and cliffs, crushing all the farms along the way. Blue flames and lava burned the sky and earth at dusk into a fiery color, scales and claws clashing together with a sonic boom that shattered eardrums.

When they roared, the clouds in the sky were shattered, and they fought without scruples, and the flow of the leylines and magma underneath was changed.

As they nearly devoured each other's bodies, man-made volcanoes of all sizes sprung up, and magma, smoke, and ash buried all the animals and plants that had no time to flee under the gray.

Desires and emotions stained the earth black, and torn tissues and scraps of flesh were discarded to the ground at will, giving rise to countless hideous and terrifying small mutant creatures. They instinctively chased after the demons in the melee, only to be crushed into flesh and blood by the aftermath before they could get closer.

The bite, which lasted for several minutes, ended with a lose-lose situation.

"Bastard!"

The voice of rage rumbled from the head of the bone spurs, as if covered with a rock mask:

"You shouldn't try to stand up to me......"

"You shouldn't be disobedient to the Great Mother Tree and the Dark Side of the Universe!"

"You will definitely pay for your hubris!!"

The demon opposite her seemed to laugh twice, its shattered wings repairing itself, two arms brushing across the earth, drawing a longsword of lava that swirled with fire from the shaking earth.

"Are you praising me?"

Griela Beria was furious, and she pounced on her to fight again while reciting the filthy words:

"The Great Mother Tree of Desire, the Father of Demons, the God of Heartlessness, the Eternal Roarer!"

"Your devout believers pray for your patronage! Your faithful servant prays for Your gaze! ”

"It's me who is incompetent and can't purge your rebellion, please take my flesh and blood, and kill the blasphemous people who disrespect you!!"

Hearing this, Edward, who had always been in a good mood, finally became a little more serious, if she dedicated her flesh and blood to the Mother Tree of Desire and was polluted by the spirituality of his god, then this broken jar and broken behavior would cause her to gain nothing, let alone complete the ritual by homeopathy.

Something had to be done.

I saw that the things around me changed instantly, and it was not yet time for the sun to set, but a red moon suddenly appeared in the sky contrary to common sense, under the crimson moonlight, the surrounding grass suddenly came to life, one by one like tentacles of plants, pieces of flowers and plants like eye organs and biological bodies grew rapidly, part of them pounced on Greela Beria, to accept her flesh and blood as agreed, and part of them pounced on themselves!

"The creator of all, the Lord behind the Veil of Shadows!"

The flames and lava burned them to ashes, but they regenerated so quickly that they vaguely outpaced the speed at which the flames rushed in.

"The depraved nature of all living beings!"

Edward burned the nearest flowers, looked at the setting sun, looked in the direction of the forsaken land, and whispered:

"I found Medici's location, she's still alive."

"Ally, it's time for you to keep your promise!"

The majestic gaze spilled, the crazy roars and whispers rushed into the brain, and the breath of depravity descended on the land across thousands of miles.

On the altar set up by the Beria family, all life was melted away in an instant, and their flesh and blood were woven into a long blanket, turning into an endless sea of blood, roaring and devouring everything in its path!

The sea of blood rushed into the battlefield of the demons, covering all the twisted plants, devouring, digesting, assimilating, and circulating, burying them dead under the flesh, and the plants below were unwilling to continue to grow, but the ability to come helplessly was limited, and they fell into a stalemate for a while.

In just two seconds, the disadvantage was reversed again.

Greela Beria looked at Edward Vaughn, who was slowly approaching, and after a long absence, uncontrollably-

- I felt hopeless and frightened.

TBC

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* Lao Ai was busy going to fight with Beria, not to mention that the last time he did it in Tingen had attracted the attention of the goddess, which led to the failure of the ceremony.

*I guess some readers will say I'm out of context. In fact, I have controlled the plot and the power points here, and I should have breathed a sigh of relief when I read the ending, because I already knew what the ending would be.

Regarding Leonard's fate, the previous chapter seems to have caused a relatively wide discussion. My answer is: Leonard will not die whether it is be or he, but at present, my friends who have revealed a little bit of Leonard's plot have said that "you might as well let him die if you live like this".

It was put on the shelves at the beginning of the 1st of this month, and on the last day of this month, Lao Ai was promoted to sequence 1, and I looked back at the word count statistics of the month.

Stay tuned.

*I think this new cover looks pretty good!