The eyes of the four monks were locked on to Dean at the same time.

"There are also cunning souls like snakes hiding in the grass, which make people want to see clearly." For the first time, the High Priest's eyes changed, flashing with a dark brilliance, like revealing a dusty gem, "I'll listen to you. ”

"The three souls of William, Adam, and Aurora are just ordinary husbands, wives, and sons, and you must have been in contact with countless times in your past actions, and there is really no value to explore and study." Dean shook his head, his gaze quietly locked on the weapons in the fantasy space, leaving them in a state of waiting to be summoned, "I have a more 'noble' soul for you." ”

Dean turned to Frankie, who was in a wheelchair beside him, "Frankie Curus, seventy-five years old, has transformed an area of Columbus from a stinking ditch to the thriving one it is today. If he returns to Hell with you, he will definitely help Leviathan build Hell better. ”

"Hell has its own engineers, feels the pain, carves the pain." The High Priest softly denied, "The architects of mankind are useless to us. ”

"Don't worry, he has a lot to accomplished," Dean said, looking at Frankie's old face as white as a piece of paper and his eyes as round as light bulbs, "he disguised himself as a generous philanthropist and established a number of charity hospitals in Columbus, which in fact treated patients and their families as goods and sold them at will." ”

"He himself survived on these goods for decades."

"In order to get where he is today, he has resorted to bribery, kidnapping, and blackmail."

"His actions can be called the most heinous crimes, he has committed countless sins, he is a very clever sculptor of pain, coupled with greed for life and fear of death, for the sake of his quality of life in his old age, he has changed his internal organs several times and sacrificed a lot of human lives," Dean was stiff and high-pitched, like a judgment, counting the sinful memories drawn from Franche's blood, "Don't you hell monks like this hypocritical, lustful, and greedy sinner soul the most?" ”

"He is worth far more than the three inconsequential little roles of the William family." Dean said, "I give him to you, and you will return Aurora to humanity and leave the family of three alive." How is this deal? ”

Sound surged through the thick fog.

William, who stood behind Dean, hugged Adam and Aurora tightly, but he did not have the strength to speak on such an occasion, so he could only quietly pick up the deformed mourning box on the ground and prepare to restore it at any time - after the mourning box was restored, the summoned Hell Monks would be forcibly sent back to Hell, and the High Priest would not be exempt.

And Adam quietly picked up the séance.

The three monks in sunglasses looked at the high priest in the center.

"Frankie Culus, a soul full of painful potential," the High Priest glanced at the paralyzed figure in the wheelchair, his incontinence urine soaking the pajamas and the floor, "it's only fair to exchange him for the souls of this family of three. ”

"But the deal can't be so simple," the High Priest's voice changed to that of a shrewd merchant, "I can forgive the father and son for opening the mystery box to summon us, but I can't forgive them for their sins of being in the bloodline of curses. ”

"Unless pardoned by Leviathan, any curse who escapes to the human world must be taken back to hell, that's the rule."

"And what do you use to atone for the sins of their blood?"

Redemption, the sin of the bloodline...

In the high priest's questioning voice, Dean's deep eyes met him,

"What do you want?"

"I want you, you have extraordinary talent and talent." The High Priest's voice was full of interest, and he stretched out his pale left hand towards Dean, "Come with me into hell, and I will forgive their family's sins and set them free." And you, perhaps, will soon take my place as the new High Priest of Leviathan. ”

Three seconds of silence.

"I'm sorry, I really can't appreciate your nail-covered appearance, I can't accept the strange aesthetic of hell, and I have no interest in becoming a high priest, can I add one more of the terms of the deal?" Dean stretched out his hand and pointed at the high priest and the three followers behind him, word by word, "Trade your four lives for the freedom of William's family." ”

"Hubris and ignorance!" The high priest didn't speak, and the friar, whose throat was slit, couldn't help but retort angrily, "When I take you back to hell, I will sew your mouth and pull out your heart, so that you can witness how humble and weak your true self is!" ”

"I'm going to take out your guts and see why you're so brave." The fat monk took off his sunglasses to reveal his eyes stitched with needles and threads, patted the cracks in his belly, and licked his exposed intestines like tongues.

Boom... A row of bucktooth friars tore through the air and strode towards Dean.

The high priest did not interject, but looked at him with pity, as if ready to see him laugh.

Dean moved.

Lightning reflexes!

The thick fog and the sound of tapping footsteps came to an abrupt end.

The shadow flew out of Dean's back, opening up the weakened realm that obscured the sky.

Dazzling flares of light covered the entire hall.

The four monks were enveloped in an instant, and the bright red life light around them dimmed, and all their attributes were weakened by 15 percent!

Plus the effect of lightning reflection.

Their footsteps, their blinking eyes, were slowed to one hundredth.

It is like four statues standing in place, and a sassy figure with a bow and arrow is reflected in the pupils.

A transcendent bow made from Dean's own bones and veins was placed horizontally in front of him.

Six starlight arrows were spread out irregularly on the strings, three aimed at three henchmen, three aimed at the high priest, and the starlight swirled around the pale golden arrows, outlining an arrow-shaped phantus magnified tenfold with a barbed tail.

Whoosh –

The bowstring vibrates.

The arrows vanished out of thin air, without a sound.

……

Four pitch-black vortices erupted from the four figures less than twenty meters away, agitating like a black hole, distorting the nearby space, rippling layers of folds, and completely crushing the monk's upper body into dusty particles and inhaling the black hole.

Among the figures distorted by the arrows of the stars, large patches of crimson light visibly escaped outward, floating out like ribbons.

That's most of the monk's life energy.

But under the reflection of lightning, they were as slow as snails, and they didn't have time to completely escape the range of the power of the star arrows.

Dean then launched a second round of attacks, and his body was in a drum.

Behind the down jacket flicked out a pair of huge wings, and the rocky muscles shattered the clothes around the body, exposing them to the air, and the dark brown scales that belonged to the snake demon grew on them.

At the same time, he opened his mouth to reveal conical fangs, and a cloud of pitch-black viscous venom gathered between the fangs, spraying!

The muscles and scales twisted, and a surging tide of platinum energy poured out of every cell, pushing an energy cyclone forward along Dean!

A human-tall oval of light tore through the white mist that shrouded the hall, drawing a snow-bright straight line through the four monks, and the flames melted and dissolved most of the red energy like ice.

And the venom doped in the cyclone devours the remaining life force.

Ray by wisp feed back to Dean.

Dean felt as if he had drunk a great tonic, and a few lines of prompts flashed in front of him,

"You destroyed the body and a wisp of soul of the Hell Monk 'Trembling Tooth', 'Deep Throat', and 'Gourmet', proficiency +60, combat lv5 (470→530/700), supernatural hunter activation, you draw 0.5 perception, perception: 22.5→23."

"Shadow has absorbed a portion of the soul essence, Shadow lv4 (440→485/500))"

"A wisp of soul, where is most of the rest?"

Dean didn't have time to think about it, and the lightning reflex ended.

Zizizi...

Several arcs of electricity flickered in the thick fog, reshaping a hellish monk with a head full of nails,

The high priest was reborn from death.

But compared to before, the strength of life energy and breath have decreased slightly, and he is the only one left in the foursome.

A flash of surprise flashed in his cold eyes, "I can actually kill the three of them, my strength is good, I want to take you to hell more and more..."

In response, a psychedelic light flashed in Dean's slit vertical pupils.

Phantom Abyss!

It's like a rock falling into a calm glacial lake, shattering the ice and stirring up a pool of ripples.

After Nail Head became a priest, the memories of being sealed by Leviathan for many years rolled back from the depths of his soul.

It's like hawthorn, sweet and sour.

He froze in place.

Hmmm-

A gust of wind swept behind him.

Dean took the opportunity to teleport behind the nail head, grabbed a fanged long knife with his right hand, and slashed it at the back of his neck!

Brushing –

A skull covered in nails was thrown away.

The long knife slashed through the mirror-smooth neck, and the energy at the blade slashed downwards into the ground, cutting a pitch-black narrow groove through the exterior wall of the twenty-story building, and slashing off the entire corner of the building.

Huge pieces of splinters fell with a clatter.

The headless High Priest turned around and kicked Dean in the waist with a frightening swiftness.

Severe pain, empty brain.

Dean seemed to have been hit by a train moving at full speed, shattered the glass wall backwards, and flew high into the air outside the building.

The chest and abdomen were blurred with flesh and blood, and they were crushed into minced flesh by a single kick, and the monk's scarlet energy snake generally swam and destroyed in it.

However, wisps of platinum life energy in Dean's body quickly devoured the xenogeneous energy, allowing the wound to heal quickly.

The headless corpse in the hall flew with its head in its arms, smashed the ceiling, and flew into the night sky at the top of the building, standing in the wind.

Under the bright moonlight, the strong night wind blew the headless corpse in a black leather coat like dragon wings, and he immediately raised his hand to put the head in his arms back on his neck, turned it one hundred and eighty degrees, and returned to the correct direction.

At this time, the corner of the cold nail face grinned strangely with a touching smile, and a crystal teardrop hung under the eyelid.

It's like being hurt by the Illusion Abyss skill.

"Tsk, the magical illusion actually made me taste the tears that I had been away from for decades."

Nail Head looked at Dean on the other side of the building,

"But that's not enough!"

"Go on!"

The wings of the snake demon behind Dean fanned, rolling up a large void cyclone.

Life sublimation!

Life energy doubles and radiates in a jagged pattern.

Whew-

A burst of sky-shattering whistling followed, spears, hand axes, throwing knives, and more than thirty transcendent weapons flew out of the void, coiling behind Dean, charging forward with terrifying lightning, fire, and frost.

Charge!

A long river of fireworks shot at the head of the nail.

William's family on the top floor of the Saarinen Building, dozens of staff members, and people from nearby buildings all looked up at this wonderful view.

The wind is blowing.

And the nail head calmly pulled out a blood-stained nail on the top of his head and stabbed it into his palm.

The hoarse voice issued an edict,

"Leviathan said, gravity!"

Poof!

The mass of weapons that swept through the air and Dean slammed into a transparent wall of air and fell down one after another—the earth's attraction to them skyrocketed a hundredfold.

The head of the nail took the opportunity to pull out the second nail and pierce it into the palm,

"Leviathan says, darkness!"

Magical voices spread high in the sky, and the invisible hand of the Creator quietly dragged the moon wheel hanging from the sky behind the clouds.

The tide of darkness swept around the High Priest's body.

Within a radius of several kilometers, the flames and lights of the high-rise buildings were extinguished one after another, and they were as black as ink in the blink of an eye.

The panic of a blackout spreads.

Exclamations rang out, and people tried to find flashlights, candles, matches to illuminate, but all sources of light were swallowed up by an unknown law, and the city was plunged into eternal darkness.

Ordinary people can't even see the hands in front of them clearly!

But Dean is different, his super perception has long been free from the constraints of the mundane.

There was no vision in the darkness, and the scent of the high priest's body, the alien life energy emitted, illuminated Dean's divine perspective like the sun.

Dean jumped hard, broke the shackles of a hundred times gravity, flew with a long knife, and launched his skills at the same time-

The call of the underworld!

A crack opened in space behind the High Priest, and countless skeletal chains roared out of the hands that had wrapped around his body and pulled out the nails, pulling him towards the space filled with bones and decay.

But this time, the chains only fixed him high in the air, and they couldn't pull it at all, and they didn't even frighten his soul.

The high priest proudly took off the third iron nail from his head and plunged it into his palm.

"Leviathan Says - Armor and Strength!"

Zizi - The iron nail melted into a silvery sheet of molten iron, covering his whole body like a living thing, forming a thin piece of armor.

At this moment, Dean slashed the high priest in the neck.

The blade was blocked by the armor around his neck.

He immediately changed his moves, moved around the high priest left and right, and attacked the front like a storm, dragging out five afterimages too fast, and each knife hit, the power of life plundering and the power of perception and suppression, all of which were frantically poured into the high priest's body.

Dean attacked in front, and the electrogenically entangled swarm of extraordinary weapons struck the High Priest's back.

The space erupted in a series of huge ripples.

It's like several meteors bombarding the central planet from the left and right.

However, the slender Hell Monk, who was trapped in place by skull chains, had a physical strength that surpassed Dean's 255-ton limit strength of mindfulness, life energy, and physical power after wearing silver armor.

Close to three hundred tons.

Every punch and kick is explosive, and his grappling skills are in no way inferior to Dean's.

Bang bang bang!

Symphony of gold and iron.

The sound of air explosions was endless, and dark clouds and lightning-like sword light jumped out of the darkness.

For a moment, the two of them froze in the sky.

A full minute later.

Derived from the life predatory power of the Potala spider people, plus the two kilograms of high-energy protein stuffed into the mouth in advance, the effect worked.

Dean became more and more courageous the more he fought.

However, the high priest was forcibly plundered by life energy, and the whole person became weak, and the silver armor was no longer able to support it under thousands of bombardments, shattering like an eggshell.

Dean took the opportunity to cut off his left arm with a single sword.

The High Priest smashed half of Dean's body with a punch, and the blood spilled pulled a scarlet banner in midair.

A second sword light flew out of the banner, slashing the center line of the high priest's forehead.

Swipe down!

His body split a line of blood down the bridge of his nose, bursting with thrilling blood light, and countless wounds from the supernatural weapon appeared all over his body.

But around him, a stream of red energy vibrated through the horde of weapons, and his right hand struck Dean in the face like a thunderbolt.

Syllable!

The force of more than three hundred tons instantly shattered Dean's head.

Large pieces of flesh and blood flew back dozens of meters with his headless body.

But in the process of leaping, hundreds of millions of wisps of white-gold energy connected every drop of blood in mid-air like silk threads, forcibly gathering and converging them.

In the blink of an eye, an intact head was re-condensed around his neck, revealing Dean's jealous face.

On the other side, the High Priest's shattered body was also repaired by blood-colored threads of energy.

"Torment Realm!"

The High Priest stretched out his bare arm to catch the severed arm that flew back, and removed the fourth iron nail.

Pierce into the palm of your hand!

There was a series of sounds of metal cutting through the air in the darkness.

Hundreds of whirling hooks, jigsaws, scalpels, gears, and flaming pillars of torture rose from the void, spraying sparks and blood, throwing countless sharp iron hooks at Dean,

Each hook resembles a small house.

Each chain was ten times the diameter of a normal chain, and when it collided with each other, it let out a series of mournful human howls.

Dean spun around.

The scale-covered snake demon wings wrapped around the body like armor, and the life energy and ghost armor formed the second and third lines of defense, firmly blocking these whirling terrifying torture instruments!

Hooks sliced past him, striking the Saarinen Mansion behind him, piercing through the wall and out from the other side, wrapping and slicing the building's façade more and more tightly as the pillars of torture instruments swirled in the void.

The iron hooks tightened, the window panes crackled, and the walls cracked in large cobweb-like lines.

The exterior of the building, and even the load-bearing walls inside, are all pulled by chains and criss-crossed wounds, like behemoths dismembered by wire saws that entangle their bodies.

Whoa!

The twenty-story Saarinen building was completely dismembered, crumbling into a gray mist of stone and dust, and slamming to the ground with a terrifying sound.

It's like a wave that rises high and falls heavily.

In the huge earthquake that shattered the sky and the earth, William's family on the top floor hugged each other and fell down screaming with Otis and Franche.

But before they could fall to their deaths, an aurora-like figure flew by, and Shadow moved the five people out of the collapse site and to the roof of another nearby building.

And the asphalt road downstairs is not so lucky.

Countless potholes were smashed by the rubble, the road caved like an earthquake, the snow-capped trees and shrubs were crushed by the rubble, and the nearby low-rise buildings were crushed into ruins.

The white snow rose into the air, and the dust gathered to form a gray mist, carrying an unrivaled wave of air that crashed into the buildings around the building, collapsing and burying innocent people.

In the sky farther away, Dean noticed this scene, his face sank, and even if the high priest was consumed to death, the Columbus Center should be completely in ruins.

"Shoal, stay as coordinates!"

Dean admonished, withdrew his fanged knife, spread his wings and flew towards the High Priest, hugging him with all his might.

At the same time, he scratched a spatial node behind him and drilled into it.

Losing the increase in the strength of the silver armor and being robbed of a large amount of life energy, the high priest couldn't break free for a while, and was rushed into the dark void like a dummy by Dean.

Roam!

Countless nodes twinkle like stars in the universe.

Dian turns on his skills to spy on the images behind hundreds of millions of nodes, then picks a node that leads to the lava at the center of the earth on an unknown planet.

Pulling away, tens of thousands of degrees of heat, accompanied by a suffocating red light, came to the face.

Dean struck the High Priest in the jaw with an uppercut, and the Platinum Energy Cyclone shattered the nail head, sending the headless corpse flying into the lava behind the crack.

Close the nodes like a zipper.

Swish.

Before the node closed completely, a flash of red light flew out and fell behind Dean, transforming into the appearance of a nail head, clapping weakly,

"A disguiser cloaked in snake scales, an astonishing variety of talents, and even a skill."

"The skill from the primordial, the skill that sublimates the soul and flesh, the skill of omnipotence."

Dean was silent, and drew his bow and shot arrows like lightning, placing all the remaining 44 star arrows on the bowstring.

The starlight that destroys the world is pervasive.

The high priest on the opposite side jumped his eyelids and completely admitted defeat,

"Stop, Your Excellency, I recognize your strength, you have the qualifications to communicate with me on an equal footing, why don't you just trade according to your original proposal?"

There was a rare hint of respect on the pale cheeks of the high priest,

"I'll help you break Aurora's Hell Pact and reunite her family with her as a curse."

"The Monks of Hell never go empty, in exchange, you give me Frankie Culus to take back to Hell, and—" his voice changed, with a hint of inexplicable anticipation on his face, "Please unleash on me the powerful ability to create illusions again." ”

"Why did you agree to your terms?" The spiral tail feathers pressed against the corners of his mouth, and a hint of sarcasm flashed in Dean's eyes, "You are still qualified to negotiate with me?" I'm always available to address you. ”

"Yes, you can kill me, but what about after that?" The high priest's tone was calm, "An important monk like me, most of the souls are in the hands of the Leviathan, if you kill me, you can only destroy a wisp of my remnant soul, he can resurrect me at any time, make up for it, and then remember your breath and send the entire Hell Monk to want you." ”

"Although your means of concealing the breath of the soul can hide from me, so that I can't see my true body, but I can't hide it from Leviathan, He will seek your true body and make you never at peace."

"In addition, your friend Aurora will never be able to return to normal humanity again, and a family will be shattered."

"Are you going to do this?"

"If there is to be a deal, I swear in the name of the High Priest that it is absolutely fair, without any hidden or strings attached, as a tribute to a strong man like you."

Why did the High Priest of Hell say such a thing, isn't this a betrayal of the Leviathan?

Dean pondered, glancing at the progress of events, one hundred and three percent, he weighed the pros and cons between agreeing to a deal for the High Priest to save Aurora and killing the High Priest.

Ultimately follow your heart.

With Nailhead, he turned back to Columbus City.

(End of chapter)