"We always wait for others to save ourselves, but we never think that the only thing that can save us is the knife in our own hands."

On the cold and windy border line of Great Xia.

A group of people dressed in blood-red clothes stood silently.

They all have an identical pattern on their chests, a devil's totem that rotates counterclockwise.

The leader was a slender man with a blood-colored mask on his face, who was now holding a pale human skull and muttering in fascination.

"The Demon Lord Apocalypse has said this wise saying."

"When the cold-blooded and merciless heaven stretches out its claws to the earth."

"The great demon kings will crawl out of hell."

"Standing on the top of the mountain, it roars in awe."

"But why don't you believe in the Demon Lord Apocalypse?"

The Scarlet Masked Man threw the human skull to the ground and kicked it into the burning ruins of the city not far away.

A broken flag was planted in the rubble.

The statue of the Buddha on the flag was blackened by the flames.

This was once a Buddhist country in Southeast Asia near Bactria .

But now, the ancient capital of the country has been reduced to ruins, and the smoke and flames of war are everywhere.

In the ruins, an old man with a white beard fell to the ground in panic.

He is the supreme leader of the Buddha Kingdom.

But overnight, he witnessed the capital of the Buddha country being conquered by this group of villains.

This group of thugs has emerged out of nowhere, and their combat power is extraordinary, each of them can easily kill the guards of the Buddha capital, and this group of people also has the ability to summon demons in a similar way.

Today, in the capital of Buddhism with a population of 300,000, at least 130,000 or 40,000 people have died.

The white-bearded old man was hiding in the ruins, and suddenly saw a miniature light propagation machine supported by Daxia not far away, which was as small as a normal mobile phone, and he was lucky to survive this catastrophe.

He reached out with a trembling hand, reaching for the machine with all his might.

As long as you can send a message to Bactria for help, the Buddha Kingdom will be saved......

However, the sole of a foot wrapped in black cotton cloth stomped down fiercely.

Boom! The arm of the white-bearded old man was trampled off on the spot.

Seeing the flesh of his pale hands spurted out of his flesh, the white-bearded old man let out a heart-rending scream.

"Ah!!h

"Listen, what a beautiful sound, it's like playing a welcome song to the demon kings."

The blood-masked man stepped on the severed arm of the white-bearded old man, smiled sickly, and raised his palms high.

"Demon kings, the world is ready to welcome you."

"There should be our hegemony in the East."

"We should be off-limits to the East."

"And not that pathetic and ridiculous Himalayan prophet."

"You ...... Who the hell is it!! The white-bearded old man asked, his eyes splitting.

The corners of the blood-masked man's mouth curled into a cruel smile, and he reached out to slowly remove the corner of the mask.

The white-bearded old man trembled, his eyes were full of disbelief, his head was blank, there was a murmur in his ears, and he couldn't speak.

"How could it be ......"

"That Chief of the General Staff, how could it be ......."

The blood-masked man raised his palm and sneered: "You know everything you should know, now you have two choices, either I will send you to hell, or I will hold the Demon King's Apocalypse and join me to welcome the arrival of the Demon King." ”

Thick black books were thrown in front of the old man.

The old man trembled, suddenly grabbed the Demon King Apocalypse, and roared unwillingly: "Absolutely impossible! That Chief of the General Staff will definitely not be here! I want to live! I'm going to go to Great Xia alive! I won't believe it even if I die! ”

"Hehe, then I'm afraid you won't have a chance."

The Scarlet Masked Man smiled eerily.

The black Demon King Apocalypse emitted a black mist, pouring into the ears of the white-bearded old man, as if spreading along a pipe, the old man's eyes gradually turned pure black, no longer roaring angrily, but calming down treacherously.

The Scarlet Masked Man looked up at the dim sky.

At this moment, above the ruins of the capital of the Buddha Kingdom.

Seven looming black shadows had already appeared.

Each black shadow is just the tip of the iceberg, full of darkness, chaos, disorder, chaos, sickness, chaos, bloody images, blood, flesh, boundless wails, and 10,000 huge eyes staring at the world.

"Greetings, Demon Kings."

In the darkness that descended from the sky, the blood-masked man looked like a conductor at an international concert, holding a baton and bending slightly with grace, and a gentleman whispering softly.

"Let's ......."

"Bringing ....... to this hometown"

"Destruction and calamity that cannot arise."

......

At the same time.

Free continent, deep in the Amazon forest.

There was another blood-masked man standing above the temple.

In front of him was a huge tree, and at the root of the giant tree was a terrifyingly large black snake.

In the depths of the North Sea, beneath the depths of the sea, a purple glow fills the cracks in the seabed.

In the crack, there was also a blood-colored masked man, dragging an extremely fat white fat worm, constantly crawling towards the outside of the crack.

West Vagaland City, among the Church of Jesus.

Jesus, who had been kneeling at the door of the church after failing to escape, had been relocated back into the church with heavy machinery by the church.

But at this moment, the face of the statue of Jesus is constantly bleeding blood-red tears.

Mobi stood in front of the statue of Jesus, staring at it with complicated eyes, and his helpless sigh kept ringing, if even the Father always shed tears, then who will save this dark and chaotic world?

Moby doesn't know what's really going on in the world, but he knows that Jesus' blood and tears are definitely a bad sign.

So Moby put on a red robe, dragged his weakened body, and found the old Pope who had mutated into a monster.

In the bright top floor, the old pope was like a mountain of meat, lying on the sofa weakly, the spring of the sofa had broken a lot, and a lot of fat was squeezed under the sofa, emitting a heavy and pungent smell of sweat and fish.

Looking at the young Mobi, the old pope struggled to squeeze out a smile.

His voice was so muddy that it sounded like a thousand flutes screaming.

"Moby...... Do you feel it too? ”

Feel?

Moby nodded silently.

He knew that the old Pope already had a little divinity before he mutated.

Now although it has mutated into a monster, I don't have to go out, and I feel the mutation of the Jesus statue, and the disaster in the world is coming.

"Well, yes, the statue of Jesus is bleeding and tearful."

Moby asked in a deep voice: "Pope, is the legend of angels true, how should we find angels, human suffering, we can't stand it alone." ”

The old pope struggled to twist his fat pig-like head and look to the east.

"The flame of the angel is kindled in the east......"

"The war dance of the Alpine peaks also appeared in the East......"

"Where to look....... How can you not know ....... yet?"