Kakaka –

In the continuous huge earthquake that the fire sac was almost about to fall apart, wearing a golden gorgeous crown, his body was also nearly 10,000 meters tall, with a long black bright scorpion tail behind his waist, and a pair of huge gray wings on his back, but he looked like a beautiful woman, Abaddon was dragged out by Mu Cang and dragged to the void area where the Pain Hell was located.

"Ahh

！」

Accompanied by a vicious scream that shook the vast void, Abaddon, whose hands were "bound", suddenly shook the long scorpion tail behind him and smashed it towards Mu Cang's head.

In the face of this attack, Mu Cang only stretched out a pitch-black finger to resist it steadily.

Then bounce back.

Rumble!

In an instant, a massive force powerful enough to pierce through the stars exploded at its fingertips.

Whoa, whoa, whoa—

The infinite light and fire roared uncontrollably, instantly annihilating all the physical matter within the radius of hundreds of millions of miles.

Abaddon's scorpion tail was also blown up alive, turning into nothingness.

But at this moment, the chaotic vortex full of jagged teeth on Mu Cang's face also spun extremely fast, and with a "rattle" sound, Abaddon's slender arms and belt bones were brutally strangled, and they were chewed and swallowed into his abdomen.

"It tastes good."

Feeling the obvious increase in the strength in his body, Mu Cang tilted his head to look at Abaddon who was screaming and retreating like lightning and fled into the blood sac, and smiled, "Sure enough, 'Devouring' is the fastest way to become stronger."

With that, its head swelled a million times and turned into a giant mouth that swallowed the sky, swallowing Abaddon, who was still half exposed, and the blood sac that was about to disappear.

Kacha Ka Cha Ka Cha Ka Cha!

！

After a creepy popping sound and chewing sound, Mu Cang's breath visibly became stronger.

"Walking so fast, it actually made you run off half of your body."

He looked indifferently at the dark void in front of him, and said coldly, "Why can't you just stay there honestly and let me eat it, do you think that you can protect yourself by relying on the 'blessing' of the deep pit? Stupid."

This is not an unfounded hypothesis.

Pseudo-gods in the usual sense are basically unable to truly perceive, control, or even link the world they have created.

That's a mythical ability that only exists.

However, Leviathan, the lord of hell who is suspected to be the "artificial creation" behind the giant ecology, is completely different from ordinary false gods.

He clearly possesses the ability to "grasp the realm" on a par with mythical beings.

"Hell is immortal, he is immortal" is the Leviathan's signature trait.

If it follows from this, then Abaddon and Paphrzein should have had this ability.

Otherwise, how can the Pit Hell and the Dream Demon Hell, which are the other two important "nodes" of the giant "ecology", shoulder the responsibility of the "pillars" of the stable operation and continuous existence of the entire "ecology".

"If it's an ordinary false god, maybe swallowing ten, twenty, thirty or so won't be enough for me to enter the ancient mythology."

Mu Cang slowly bent over and sat cross-legged in the void, while analyzing the broken memories extracted from half of Abaddon's body, he raised his hand to support his chin and pondered:

"The three important "nodes" of Coriviathan, Paphthus, and Abaddon seem to be the "Trinity" in a sense.

As long as I devour one and devour the other completely, my strength will explode.

This can be seen from the tremendous increase in strength after devouring the half of Abaddon's body just now.

In this way, if I completely devour the three, then I will definitely break through the rank barrier and truly enter the ancient mythology."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile happily: "It's really a "food" made in heaven, you are destined to be devoured by me and become the scenery on my growth path."

At this time, the broken memories extracted from half of Abaddon's body were also decoded by Mu Cang

Divide out.

In this fragmented and fragmented information, he obtained a lot of important "things".

One of them, that is, this Abaddon is indeed the same as Leviathan, both are closely linked to the hell where they are located, and they are almost living and dying together.

Not only that, but this demon who appeared in the world in the form of a human woman could also use the pit hell to suddenly increase his combat power by dozens or hundreds of times.

But unlike the Hell of Pain, which draws mainly on painful emotions, this Hell is a little more greedy and pure.

It is to plunder as much flesh and soul as possible, because these two are not only the "oil" for the operation and growth of the deep pit hell, but also the "placenta" for the birth and birth of the angry demon clan.

It is also for this reason that the pit hell is also the "power" that retains the greatest malice and destruction on millions of people, except for Uriel and Elder's Ouroboros.

For countless thousands of years, it is impossible to know how many human worlds have been destroyed in their hands, and how many people have died at their hands.

"With the experience just now, presumably Abaddon will not dare to enter the Hell of Pain in a short time, and he will not be able to use this place as a springboard to enter the tens of millions of human beings."

Mu Cang slowly bent down and sat cross-legged in the void, and held his chin in thought, "But she and the pit hell she is in are so hungry for soul and flesh, so they can only rely on ...... The Dark Pact."

The Dark Pact was another way for Abaddon to interfere with the human world, in addition to direct invasion.

Although the "weight" of flesh and soul obtained by this method is far less than that of a direct invasion, it is extremely convenient and quick.

From tens to hundreds, to tens of thousands, or even tens of millions, no matter how many humans are captured and killed, it is always a "harvest" for the deep pit hell.

Because only by chance, when the pit hell was fighting with the painful hell, it sent a small team composed of dozens or hundreds or even more demons to avoid the encirclement and suppression of the monk army, and luckily invaded a certain human world, so that they had the opportunity to eat a "buffet".

So most of the time, the pit hell is mainly "living" by the dark contract.

These contracts are also deliberately left behind by the demon squads that have invaded the human world in order to attract some individuals in the human race, such as avengers, careerists, folklorists, scientists, etc., to summon them under the drive of various purposes.

This is also a kind of sustainable development.

At the same time, the Phantom Clan, the Human Transcendents, and the Night Stalker of the Moon Tribe have also learned and learned more than one evil spell that summons angry demons after years of deliberate casting in the Deep Pit.

As long as these groups summon the Enraged Demon, it doesn't matter to the Pit Hell whether they want to use it to kill and conquer, or to enslave the demon, or even to experiment on him or whatever.

As long as the dark contract is spread as much as possible, then it will always be beneficial to the pit hell on a macro level, and it will be conducive to its development and growth.

"I need to enter a human world, find a dark contract, or learn a demon-summoning spell that will be used as a springboard into the Fury Hell, and then find Abaddon...... Ate her."

Thinking like this, Mu Cang's huge body, which was about 10,000 meters tall, gradually escaped from the lake, spiraled back, and suddenly turned into a pitch-black cyclone.

Huhuhuhu-

The cyclone collapsed, and suddenly in the vast void, he condensed into a young Chinese man about twenty years old, handsome but pale as a ghost, with a strong body but a gloomy temperament.

This is Mu Cang, who has changed into a human image.

"Uh-huh......

He slowly opened his eyes, and a cold light gleamed in his eyes, "Let me see how many mourning boxes are still running, and...... How many unlucky people have opened the box?"

After saying that, Mu Cang concentrated on the boxes of mourning that existed in the thousands of worlds.

Suddenly, the dark dome around him turned into a "starlight" in his "field of vision".

Each star represents a box of mourning.

If it is bright and eternal, it means that it is in a state of silence.

If it flashes violently, it means that someone has opened the box and can establish "coordinates" to open the sea channel.

However, if the star is dim, it means that the box is damaged or ineffective, and cannot be used.

And this sense, he found that ninety out of ninety percent of the "stars" have become dim.

It is important to know that under the efforts of countless thousands of years of painful hell, there are a large number of mourning boxes in thousands of human beings.

There will always be some boxes in every room to a greater or lesser extent.

There may be several, or dozens, or hundreds, or even thousands.

Generally speaking, there are about 100 million mourning boxes scattered in so many human circles.

This means ...... Now only 100,000 boxes are still in operation, and all the other boxes of mourning have lost their effectiveness and become waste boxes.

"Hmm, is it because the Leviathan, the god of pain, was completely refined by me, resulting in the loss of nodes in the giant "ecology", which affected the overall operating structure?"

Mu Cang frowned slightly, "It seems that we must fight quickly, and we can't delay too much time."

After thinking about it, he "looked" at the sparse "stars" and began to look for the twinkling "stars".

"Twenty-four stars are twinkling violently, which means that at the same time, twenty-four boxes of mourning have been opened by humans in different parallel universe solar systems."

"Huh."

After chuckling, Mu Cang leisurely looked at the shining "stars" that flashed and flashed, "Point the soldiers, ride the horses to fight, who is the ......

As he spoke, his finger fixed on a "bright star":

"Who's it?"

……

Earth in a parallel universe.

Inside an old-fashioned pub in Queens, XX City, North America.

All the guests had been emptied, and dozens of blacks with big shoulders and round waists had serious expressions, standing or sitting listening to the fat old black man in front of them.

"Shit!"

The old black man scolded angrily, "Fake's damn white ghosts dare to come to my territory to make trouble!"

He looked at the strong black man with a scorpion tattoo on his left neck, and asked in a rough voice, "Laidel, have you pried open the mouth of that white ghost?" What is the origin?"

Ledle's dark face moved, and he smiled playfully, "After I peeled off the tattoo on his back and poured two bottles of whiskey on it, the white ghost said everything."

"Hey, Man! You're so creative, I doubt you're a Harvard graduate." The old black man looked at him in surprise.

"Ohyes, Dad, you guessed it, I'm a doctor of human body!" Leedel rubbed his nose and put his head on his crotch, laughing obscenely.

"Fack, you should be a comedian! Hahaha!"

Hearing the black man say this, the black father immediately burst out laughing, and the other black people in the bar also laughed wildly.

The old black man frowned and smiled with a smile, and sniffed vigorously at Randle, and then his nose shook three times, and he couldn't help but sneeze.

"Generous gifts!"

The black dad rubbed his nose and glared at Leder with an unknown face, spitting and scolding, "How much Gucci perfume did you spray, you look like you just crawled out of a urinal in Amsterdam's red light district!" I remember you have goddamn yellow blood, don't you have that much body odor?"

[In view of the general environment,

"Uh, Boss ......"

Leder smiled and scratched his cheeks, "Actually, I peeled someone before I came to the meeting, and I smelled a little blood on my body, so I'm embarrassed if I didn't have time to take a shower."

「Fine。」

The old black man exhaled, shook his head, and continued, "Don't get away with it, tell me where that *** white ghost came from

Jumping out?"

"Aha." Leddle raised an eyebrow and smiled, and with two fingers, he pulled a cigar box out of his duffel bag and placed it on the bar.

Snap Tower –

When I opened the box, there were no cigars inside, but four bloodstained and uneven fingers.

An English letter is tattooed on the back of each finger, which together is:

「Fire！」

The black daddy glared and said, "It's the Hellfire gang of brain-sick ***!"

"Those guys are crazy cultists."

He rubbed the stubble on his chin and asked, "Aren't they scam on the West Coast, what are they doing here?"

Then the old black man looked at Derdell and said, "I remember...... Hellfire has never been in the "medicine" business, so why would they send a few white ghosts to Queens to sell goods?"

"Well, it seems that the purpose of these nervous guys is not to sell goods, but to trick a few addicts into participating in some of their "god-calling rituals" with "drugs"."

Ryder scratched his bald head, "I smoothed out the white ghost's upper teeth."

"Fack, do you think I'll believe this? What kind of ghost ritual did you run so far just to find someone to participate in? Don't!"

The black dad bared his teeth and said viciously, "There are no gods, ghosts, or bullshit in this world, and these guys must have other purposes!"

"But, no matter how much I torture, that guy can't say anything new, and ......."

Rydel shrugged his shoulders and said regretfully, "I forgot to stop the bleeding for him, well, it's dead."

「Shit！ If I take back what I just said, you're an idiot who didn't even graduate from high school!"

"You're right this time." Leddle replied with a playful smile, and the scorpion tattoo trembled again and again, looking extremely ugly.

"That's right."

As if remembering something, he reached out again, took out a tan music box from his travel bag, placed it randomly on the bar, and said:

"The 'Divine Calling Ritual' in the mouth of that white ghost is a bit funny, you don't need to chant poetry or worship, you just need to screw the bottom of this music box three times to complete it, well, maybe Jesus will be summoned, hehehe."

"Jesus? Hmph, what is there to believe in the guy who dies with three nails."

The black dad scoffed, "If you really want to believe it, you might as well believe it for 50 cents, at least he didn't die after being shot nine times."

Forget it, let's talk about the rest of the story."

As he spoke, he casually took the music box in his hand, grabbed the bottom, and twisted Kaka three times in a row.