After sending away the most powerful combat power of his side, Ulysses stretched his waist and walked all the way, he was really tired. To be honest, he doesn't like fighting at all, and it would be nice if he could communicate everything in words.

Communication is the driving force for the continuation of civilization, and civilization that rests on its laurels will disappear from this world sooner or later. And those who can only fight, that's stupid.

It's a pity that now he has to make a cameo back to being stupid, because this time the object is not suitable for communication.

"It's been a long time since I've seen you, but I didn't expect your final ending to be like this. ”

Raising his head, Ulysses looked at the huge figure in the sky with a wistful expression, a fantasy that Phil didn't even notice until she lost consciousness. It was the power it unconsciously exuded that led to this catastrophe.

It was an incomparably beautiful beast with a beautiful azure color and a soft luster like a jewel. Its body is similar to the streamlined shape of the Storm Dragon, but the majesty and domineering that emanate from that body are many times stronger than the Storm Dragon.

Its eyes didn't open, and its two huge wings were tucked behind it, only the blue-blue gem in the center of its forehead still radiated an icy glow, reflecting its seven cyan dragon horns.

However, at this moment, there was a discordant dark red in this beautiful blue, which were the fragments of countless dead bones that had flown back here, and it was these things that had eroded the power of this beautiful beast, and then gave birth to the magic flower that represented hatred and destruction.

The body of that flower is just a dragon's magic eye that has been attracted by the breath of a dragon hidden deep underground. Far from being a high-level monster, it eventually became a victim of these dead creatures.

If this beautiful beast woke up, it would probably only take a breath to blow away the red that represented the power of pollution and hatred, leaving not even a trace of it.

But it couldn't, because the beautiful beast had fallen into an eternal slumber, and only the great magic power had crystallized to protect its body.

It has returned to the world of eternal silence, no longer speaking or angry, and its soul has rested in the distant past.

Only its body remained here, so strong that it was still not bad after thousands of years of death, and even a part of the magic that leaked out destroyed the body of a city.

It once guarded a country, it once fought side by side with angels, it once brought down the most powerful demon in the world. Now, it sleeps here, beneath the earth where it fought with the angels in the past.

Osiris, the dragon of the sky, was once worshipped as a god in the distant past, and was regarded as a powerful dragon as the guardian of heaven and earth. After the fall, according to its last wishes, the dragon hero who was buried in the southern land where it fought with the angels and erected the Sky Monument.

Ulysses had heard the song that Faphnir had given him, a hymn to the hero.

You fly high in the sky, and the color of the sky is your color.

Thy wings cover the earth, thy roar will shake the skies, thy wrath can burn the world, and thou art the pride of the world.

No matter how muddy the world is, how dirty it is, you still stand tall.

Then, you find what you're looking for and fight in the skies of this land.

You become a legend, and then sleep peacefully on this land, with the flowers of the people you love, quietly sleeping.

The white flowers are the blessings she gives you, the blessings from the great.

He had been knocked out of the air by it, in the far, far past, when it roared at him like thunder, and its eyes burned with anger that even the earth trembled. If it opens its eyes now, the first thing it will do must be to smash him to smithereens.

However, at this moment, in the face of him, this overlord who once reigned above the sky quietly closed his eyes and could no longer open them.

It's not going to wake up anymore.

"Woo!woo!" The many corpses that had turned into powder let out a miserable cry, eroding into the beautiful blue-blue crystal, and then quickly recovered their bodies with the power of this crystal, and soon, those dense red contacts appeared again.

"Die, die, die!"

"Kill these humans, that red monster is gone!

"Kill, kill, kill!

"Head, you come again, this time you will definitely succeed. ”

Unbeknownst to the truth, the Dead once again chose the strongest Kimu as their leader, despite the crushing defeat of Relu's men. But the transformation form under his leadership is indeed the strongest monster that these dead people know.

At least, it was much stronger than the magic flower they had collectively created. After all, these monsters who failed to transform themselves had never reached a higher level at all. And no matter how weak Kimu is, no matter how vulnerable he is in the face of Lei Lu, he is still a true seventh-level powerhouse who has crossed the threshold of that world.

"God...... I am God...... God is going to be resurrected again...... "The Kimu of the present is no longer the Kimu of the past, and he who was killed by Leilu has actually become a part of these corpses, leaving only the instinct of hatred and the rhapsody of godhood.

If he still had a trace of the essence of "human" just now, then now he has become a real monster, a monster who also hates humans and wants to destroy everything.

A red wind blew, and Kimu's huge body appeared before Ulysses again, this time not naked[***] again, but with a white cape, and a bandage on his head that desert people are accustomed to wearing, two pointed ears exposed, and his eyes were even more vicious than before.

"God does not die. Stretching out his hands, Kimu saw the familiar blood-colored lines.

This is the power of the dragon crest "Dragon Blood Ghost Eye", which even the ghost god Leilu can't hard-connect, and it has a forbidden method that has the power of immense power to penetrate the earth with one blow.

Having lost his last "human" essence, Kimu's power has not only not weakened, but has increased even more. He could feel the people in his body, the corpses that had in fact lost their sense of self, and were only fragments of frenzied emotions.

And among these fragments, he is the largest, the strongest, the unique. Because he once crossed the threshold of that world, understood his own nature, and turned that evil thoughts and fantasies into his own treasure "Book of Life", which is the evil treasure he used to extract the life force of human beings to create the essence of life.

This is not a Noble Phantasm born for battle, it is purely a Noble Phantasm chosen by him for his evil experiments, in order to obtain enough information. He didn't need to pay any price for using such a treasure, because the characteristics of the treasure were the same as his own, using ordinary people's lives as materials.

And now, he doesn't need this treasure anymore, the power of the dragon crest "Dragon's Blood Ghost Eye" allows him to become a true god.

"Aha!" Kimu pointed his right hand at Ulysses on the ground and Yulia behind him, and dozens of red lights began to brew through the open hole in his body.

Everything is destroyed, everything is killed! Kimu, who has lost his "human" nature, has been reduced to a real dead body, and has forgotten all about the purpose of being a god.

"Have you really seen the power of God, do you know what God is?" Ulysses smiled mysteriously as he looked at the arrogant Kimu.

"Of course I know that the most powerful is God, the omnipotent God!, just like me now!" Kimu roared, his hands suddenly opened, and dozens of red rays of light shot at Ulysses on the ground.

"So, do you know the power of the enemies of the gods, the power of the demon king?" Ulysses stretched out his hand, and a red-black magic sword appeared in his hand.

It was a magic sword that made people tremble at a glance, and a blood-colored magic eye on the hilt of the sword was looking at the world fiercely, and the aura of death emanating from this sword was tens of thousands of times that of Kimu's body.

This is a weapon that should not exist in this world, and it is countless times more terrifying than any forbidden law.

This sword is the strongest magic sword that even a god has ever killed.

Its name is Abyssal Judgment.

Then, Ulysses swung his sword.

I can't describe the horror of this sword, in front of this sword, it seems that the whole world has become small. When the sword fell, the heavens and the earth seemed to lose their color.

It fell from the sky in a simple, direct trajectory, and then got faster and faster, so fast that the red light from Kimu was as slow as a snail in front of it. And as it fell, the power emanating from the sword became stronger and larger.

When speed and strength reach its peak, the sword becomes a light, a light that cuts through the world and cuts off fate.

The dazzling brilliance was so brilliant that it was like a burning star, burning the whole world, and infinite power spread from the sword body. The whole world was shaken by the power that shattered the heavens and the earth and turned everything into nothingness.

The light emitted by the incomparably powerful "Dragon's Blood Ghost Eye" in Kimu's eyes was as powerless as a child's struggle in the face of this power, and it was engulfed in the blink of an eye. In front of this sword, he saw no hope, only endless fear and despair.

Then a deathly silence enveloped him, and the gray, gloomy, silent, nothing-having world swallowed him all. The power he was proud of was completely vulnerable to this force, and even the spirit of resistance disappeared.

His heart no longer beats, his blood no longer flows, he can't think, he can't act, the endless nothingness and dead silence completely surround him, like a fragment still in the river of time, not even the slightest wave.

It turns out that this is the power of the Demon King.

(To be continued)