There was a deathly silence in the square. Mycroft could see the mage below his face as pale as paper.

Because of Leo's attack just now, Marbus was obviously seriously injured, and he no longer had the strength to attack the third time, and was directly restrained in place by the group of Grim Reapers.

Leo reacted and yelled at the mage below.

"Restart the ritual!"

He landed on the ground and began the ritual again.

Although only one chain was severed, the breaking of this chain was like a domino that produced a series of chain reactions.

The seal on the six-pointed star quickly began to weaken.

A pair of pitch-black arms slowly stretched out from the six-pointed star.

The arm was very thick, and unlike the arms of normal flesh and blood, the skin on the arm was a kind of hard armor like volcanic rock. The owner of the arm is at least a giant six or seven meters tall.

Thick, red, foul-smelling blood poured out of the six-pointed star, flowing to the feet of the magicians, and even spreading towards the mechas.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and even Mycroft and the others hiding on the bridge could smell the disgusting stench, let alone the magicians who were directly soaked in those blood.

The blood is very viscous, and every time you lift your foot, you will pick up a bloody red thread.

The pitch-black arms grasped the chains that were wrapped around the six-pointed star.

"Ping Pong!"

With a crisp sound, the chains were easily torn apart.

Leo's complexion changed, and he quickened the speed at which he recited the incantation. The blood was still flowing, even down their ankles.

The chains on the Gates of Hell continued to fly. But just as the chain was about to wrap around the six-pointed star, the chain was grabbed by another hand stretched out from the six-pointed star.

With a slight lift of the arm, the demon on the gate of hell opened its eyes violently, and blood-red tears flowed down from those eyes, letting out a cry of pain.

"Peng!"

And that chain was ripped alive from the gates of hell by him!

The vast amount of magic spread in all directions, and all the magicians who were performing the ritual spat out mouthfuls of blood and collapsed in pools of blood.

I saw that countless flies began to fly out of the six-pointed star.

The sheer number of these flies obscured the sky, and the black oppression even occupied half of the sky.

The sky that had been shining with sunlight was once again dominated by darkness.

But this time it was no longer dark clouds that covered the sky, but a deep darkness, like an abyss.

The buzzing of flies flapping their wings echoed in their ears like tinnitus.

In the thick smell of blood, a thick feeling of nausea took over their brains.

In the darkness were the eyes of the magicians in despair.

Soon, the flies quickly coalesced towards a point. The magic that overflowed around was quickly recovered. A huge tornado slowly formed.

Under McCroft's gaze, a human figure appeared under the tornado.

He is about 1.8 meters tall and wears a very decent suit. He has medium-long black hair, a high nose, fair skin like a vampire, and scarlet eyes that stand out in the dark.

But the most special thing is the unique aura on his body that originates from the superiors. Although he did not have a throne, just standing there made people feel that he was an absolute king.

This kind of temperament was something that Mycroft had seen before in the woman named Catherine.

The entire square was silent, and at this moment, both the Grim Reaper and the magicians stared at the figure of the being.

He looked around, slowly raising the corners of his mouth, teasing.

"This welcome ceremony is really big. I prefer my people here though, but it seems"

He turned his head to look at Marbus, bound by the chains of death.

"They screwed up"

He nodded, "You can't ask for too much. ”

He turned his head to look at the magicians and the Grim Reaper, and smiled kindly.

"Do you like the way I look? Specially designed to come to the world. ”

A grim reaper on the other side came directly to him, and he raised the scythe in his hand high and slashed down without hesitation.

But in the next second, his pupils shrank slightly.

At some point, his body was split in half, his soul split in two, and then into dozens of pieces.

"Looks like you guys like it." He muttered.

He opened his mouth slightly, and a powerful suction gushed out.

The Grim Reaper, which had been divided into dozens of pieces, flew directly into his mouth.

He smacked his lips, as if savoring something.

"The soul of the Grim Reaper is indeed different from the average soul."

The square fell silent again.

Everyone was enveloped by a deep chill at the moment.

"Lord Baalzebub!" Marbus struggled incessantly, calling out His name.

"Who is Baalzebub?" Mycroft asked.

"Beelzebub." Locke's face was very pale, and his whole body trembled slightly with fear, he wanted to get out of here quickly, but some other qualities made him still standing here, "One of the Seven Monarchs of Hell, representing gluttony. ”

Mycroft's brow furrowed, and he was lost in deep thought.

"Did everyone here beat him up combined?" Sherlock asked.

"I don't think so." Locke said with an ugly face, "Unless the Great Death comes in person, but the Great Death is also limited by the rules, and there is a high probability that it will not come."

Or."

"Or what?" McCroft asked.

Locke shook his head, "Maybe you can't face Him either." Demons are beings of the same specifications as the gods. ”

McCroft let out a deep breath of turbid air and turned his head to look at James, "Is the powertrain repaired?" ”

"Not yet." James replied.

"Abandon the ship!" Without the slightest hesitation, Mycroft said, "Inform all the troops, get out of here, and keep all the living forces!" ”

"Just leave?" Watson didn't react for a while.

"Have you ever heard of a phrase?" McCroft said, "If you lose land, you will survive; If the land is lost, the people and the land are lost. ”

He looked at Watson, "It is the most foolish thing to still engage in a life-fighting fight when the absolute power gap between the enemy and the enemy is determined. The best choice is to preserve all living forces and deliver a fatal blow at the most critical moment. ”

Then he said to Locke, "Inform your director as well, that he should not make fearless sacrifices." Since it has happened, what we have to do is to stop it from continuing to deteriorate, and the senseless sacrifice is useless. ”

Locke nodded.

After McCroft finished speaking, he turned his head and walked out of the bridge.

"Sissi." Lisa took Sissi's hand, "Let's get out of here too." ”

Sissi didn't respond, just let Lisa take her away.

Beelzebub raised his hand to look at Marbus, his face still smiling kindly. Then He looked back at the Grim Reaper with the chains.

"I'm sorry, can you please let me go?"

Obviously, these Grim Reapers' Grim Reapers' Hearts don't reason with Him.

They loosened their chains, but instead lifted the Death Scythe in their hands and attacked Beelzebub in a different direction.

Beelzebub shook his head helplessly, "Always. Why can't we get along kinder with each other? ”

But at the same time, his pupils contracted sharply.

A terrifying coercion suddenly spread around him.

At the same time, it was still a huge, ancient magic formation phantom that spread around.

The surrounding Grim Reaper suddenly stopped in mid-air.

"Click~"

The masks on their faces began to crack, then shattered completely, revealing the horrified look in their eyes.

Beelzebub remained where he was, motionless. He slowly raised his hand.

"Boom!"

With the loud noises one after another, all the Grim Reapers, as if pressed by a huge gravity, fell to their knees violently, and even smashed the stone bricks.

They clearly want to break free from this force. But no matter how hard they struggled, they could not break free from the shackles of this terrifying force.

He raised his hand, and the chains wrapped around Marbus quickly disappeared, and his wounds recovered with visible speed.

Marbus quickly got up from the ground, and then half-knelt before Beelzebub, bowing his head.

"I'm sorry, my king, that we failed to live up to your expectations."

"It's good that the results are good."

Beelzebub slowly turned her head to look at the group of magicians struggling to get up from the pool of blood.

"I should remind you that the magicians of the human world are not simple."

He walked slowly towards the magicians. His steps were steady, one might even say leisurely.

The magicians stood motionless, wands in their hands. They stared at Beelzebub so hard that some of them were so pale that they didn't even dare to gasp. But even so, their wand-holding hands were very calm.

Soon, Beelzebub came to Leo.

He slowly raised his head to look at the gate of hell on one side and sighed.

"It's already a very old magic, even if it was lost thousands of years ago.

It's incredible that magicians of your time were able to find this gate of hell and reseal it. ”

He slowly raised his hand, and the chains on the gates of hell snapped instantly.

The demon on the door let out a painful wail and split in half. The gates of hell rang open.

Behind the door was a huge blood-colored vortex, like the eye of the abyss. The evil and ominous aura of the underworld gradually spread in all directions, and the temperature around it plummeted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But the chill they felt in their bodies was far less than the chill they felt at the moment.

The dim sky was filled with blood, and the smell of blood in the air was even stronger, as if the end was coming.

Leo's reaction speed is very fast. Thin black sand poured out from all around him, washing away like a tidal wave towards Beelzebub.

But the black sand was easily slapped away by Beelzebub. He looked at the sand, then at Leo, and said with interest.

"It turns out that he is still a family member of the sleeping god, no wonder you will be in charge of this seal."

As Leo took the lead, the rest of the magicians quickly raised their wands and attacked Beelzebub as if they had been ordered. Several Merlin Academy students raised their magic swords and attacked from both sides.

The glow of magic tore through the darkness in this moment.

But Beelzebub, in the center of this radiance, was very calm.

He slowly grinned the corners of his mouth, revealing a slightly hideous smile, and the veins in his temples burst violently.

The terrifying blood-colored magic spread in all directions, and the few magicians of the Merlin Academy were the first to be affected by this magical power.

Under Leo's frightened eyes, the flesh and blood of several of his colleagues were instantly removed by this magic power, and countless blood spilled on his face.

Leo raised his hand, and the fine black sand blocked in front of them, resisting the blood-colored mist.

After all, it is the magic of the god of sleep, and it is still more reliable to resist the magic of a hell monarch.

But the magicians around weren't so lucky.

The blood-colored magic was so corrosive that dozens of mages didn't even feel the pain, and instantly turned into a pile of blood mist. The blood-stained skeleton collapsed limply in a pool of blood.

The square was quiet again.

Blood was drizzling all around. All the magicians who are still alive are drenched in this rain of blood. Their faces were pale, and the hand holding the wand trembled slightly.

Some even collapsed in pools of blood, gasping for air.

"It's a shame." Beelzebub looked at the skeletons on the ground and said regretfully, "I didn't intend to kill them. You seem to lack some true knowledge of a hellish monarch. ”

He looked at Leo and smiled kindly, "But now you should know. ”

He looked around at the still living magicians and gathered his smile, his eyes becoming more serious.

"You should understand that a new era will come from the moment my true body steps into this land!

Soon the gods will be resurrected like me, and they will enslave you once again to believe in them.

Believe me, you will not be better then than we will rule.

If the devil does not take you seriously, the gods will be even more arrogant.

That being the case, since the result is all the same, why not surrender to us? ”

Beelzebub's eyes shone with an ignorant light.

"I need some surrogate in this world.

You are one of the few human beings, and you should be under one man, above ten thousand.

Surrender to me and you will get everything you want. ”

He opened his hands and made a gesture of encircling the world, his eyes frenzied and his tone agitated.

"You will not be limited in any way, this world is your back garden, you can do whatever you want at any time!

Come on, this is your right! ”

There is a natural boundary between humans and their mythical creatures.

That's why the gods are willing to share their shards of theocracy with the magicians. It is to make them their own agents to communicate with humans.

The reason why there are so many demigods in Greek mythology who combine man and god is also because of this. Create a bridge of communication between humans and the gods.

So for Beelzebub, these humans are indispensable if they want to rule the world.

The devil is best at demagogy, and his words are inciting.

Leo didn't speak, and some of the more daring magicians knelt directly in a pool of blood and bowed their heads to Beelzebub.

A magician on the other side looked at his former colleague in disbelief.

"Daniel, Larkin !?"

Beelzebub slowly curled the corners of his mouth and looked at the most special looking being among these people, that is, Leo.

"So, what about you?"

(End of chapter)