The guardian of the tomb holding a giant sword in both hands moved first.

Its attack method is very strange. The raised two-handed sword does not sweep or swing, but instead jumps into the air without any change in its entire body and then smashes it towards Iroth.

The huge body seemed slow but actually hit the place where Iroth was standing very quickly, smashing the rocky ground out of a deep pit about 2 meters.

The moment he landed, the huge two-handed sword in his hand swept across Iros with a whistling strong wind.

After avoiding the attack of the two-handed sword, another guardian of the tomb holding a staff also began to move.

Like the guardian of the tomb holding a sword with both hands, it jumped into the air without any movement and then smashed towards Iroth.

Unlike the guardian holding the two-handed sword, after it landed on the ground, its staff sprinkled a large amount of flames and attacked the dodging Iroth.

This flame is thick like a liquid, with a very high temperature, not an ordinary flame magic.

Tolerating the heat, Iroth quickly dodged, because the guardian of the two-handed sword began to repeat the attack movement.

In this way, under the continuous attacks of the two guardians, Iroth never found an opportunity to attack. He hid and thought about the way to crack it.

He found that the attack method of these two guardians was extremely simple. They used these two moves repeatedly. Although they were single, they had the advantage of being quick and quick action and powerful. Even if they knew how to crack it, there was no good way for ordinary holy realms.

Seeing the opportunity, when the Guardian just jumped into the air, Iros stepped back towards the rocky ground on his feet, and also quickly jumped into the air, jumping in front of the Guardian holding a sword with both hands.

Opening the power of the domain and opening up insight into weaknesses. Iroth in mid-air instantly discovered that the core of the guardian in front of him was above his eyes.

The broken star attached to the purgatory fighting spirit easily penetrated into the guardian's left eye. He could only hear it howling like a creature, and the sword in his hands swept towards Iroth randomly.

After dodging this attack, Iroth landed on the guardian's head and inserted the broken star from top to bottom into the guardian's right eye. This time its howling sound became much smaller.

Iroth stepped on the guardian who had lost his combat power and fell to the ground. Before he could land, the guardian holding a staff jumped and hit him.

After he flashed the strike, the guardian with the two-handed sword was smashed into two pieces by the guardian with the staff, and there was no movement.

Avoiding the attack of flames, Iroth did the same thing and ended the guardian of the staff who showed off his might.

These two guardians of the tombs are not difficult to deal with, just as long as they master the rhythm of their attack.

Of course, simplicity is just about Iroth, and it is not necessarily so easy to replace it with other sanctuaries.

Iroth, who was curiously observing the remains of the two guardians of the tombs, suddenly became alert and made a defensive posture.

Dozens of weak blue souls floated out of the broken heads of the guardians of the tomb, and these souls continued to emit mental fluctuations:

"Don't come here!"

"Go away!"

Yiluosi immediately understood that these souls should have been strong people who came to explore during their lifetime, including the holy realm and the golden rank, but they all fell here.

It seems that the driving core of these two guardians of the tombs is based on the soul as the energy.

The souls of the killed strong man not only act as the energy of alchemy creatures, but also suffer from extreme pain and endlessness. Only powerful resentment can bring powerful power.

Iroth sighed and redeemed and purified these weak souls who had been imprisoned for many years.

The moment these souls entered Iroth's body, Iroth actually gained a trace of memory from these souls.

It turned out that seven hundred years ago, an expedition team composed of powerful men from the Holy Realm and powerful men from the Golden Level entered deep into the gate of the Stone Palace in the Endless Cave and activated the Gargoyle Magic Formation.

After a hard battle, everyone discovered that the gargoyle was resurrected endlessly and their strength was getting stronger and stronger, so they began to retreat. But it was too late. After the two guardians of the tombs joined the battlefield, the situation turned into a massacre, and all these expedition teams were destroyed here.

Their souls were absorbed by the guardians of the tombs and have suffered for seven hundred years. The weaker souls have long dissipated and have no chance of reincarnation.

By reading only a trace of memory left in these souls, Iroth on the way back continued to ponder.

This stone palace has absolutely great secrets, which may involve the secrets of demigods or even gods. Otherwise, who and what kind of people and forces can set up such a place.

He didn't know what was behind the gate of the Stone Palace, but it must be even more dangerous inside. Legends will fall, and this must be related to the gods.

This is not something I need to consider at the moment. When I become stronger in the future, I will uncover the secrets bit by bit. I will forget this time.

Iroth is brave, but not stupid.

However, the power of the real name has been improved again, and the memory of the redeemed soul can be read in limited quantities. As the strength becomes stronger, how will it develop? Iroth couldn't help but look forward to that day.

What a strong man is the source of the awakened bloodline? Is it a great devil who is comparable to the gods?

Azazel, a devil's name that is unrecorded, does not even have much records in the Pascal Kingdom, not to mention that after being destroyed, the royal family's information should be in the hands of the Holy Empire.

Maybe my father can know something.

Iroth sighed again.

Just mutter:

Azazel.

At this moment, in the third level of the multiverse, Purgatory.

It was a gloomy and bloody Shura world. Tall statues of devils stood tall, but they were all stained with scarlet blood. The continuous castles were in shape and were extremely close to the demon's head.

If you look closely, you will find that this is the real demon's head, the head of the largest Barto Demon in hell.

Standing in this gloomy purgatory, endless bones are floating. Seven or eight huge mountains of dry bones stand tall, and the rolling river of blood whizzes by the statues, castles, and under the mountains of bones...

This is purgatory, the home of the devil.

In a tall steel castle, a man sat lazily on a huge throne castle made of the head of the demon lord, oh no, a fallen angel.

He has black hair and black eyes, and his face is extremely perfect, even Iroth will be overshadowed in front of him. The pair of black wings behind him illustrates his identity - the fallen angel.

There are many fallen angels in hell and purgatory, but there is only one fallen angel who can sit on the throne of the Iron Castle in the third floor of Purgatory:

The ruler of the third level of Purgatory, the Devil's Majesty, is the fallen angel who controls original sin and redemption - Azazel.

The fallen angel Azazle, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, held his flawless handsome face with his right hand, and made a thoughtful look, and said in his mouth:

“Funny, really fun!”

A female fallen angel with a higher status standing under the throne asked:

"Master Azazel, what's wrong with you?"

The fallen angel Azazel was in a good mood and explained to his subordinates:

"Nothing, I just discovered a little guy with my bloodline. It's really fun!"

After saying that, he ignored his subordinates and closed his eyes.

Among the blood descendants of the fallen angel Azazel, only the descendants with the most talented and affinity will make him feel the same when they call on his real name.

There are only a few descendants in the endless years that have made the fallen angel Azazle sense. Without exception, they are all outstanding among the great men, which adds a touch of fun in the endless boring years.

"Since that's the case, then accept my gifts and let me see how far you can grow?"

The Devil Lord began to pay attention to this little guy with weak strength.

Iroth, who was walking towards the exit of the cave, suddenly felt the blood in his body become hot, and the silver Dou Qi in his body disappeared quickly, which made him shocked. Could it be that he was caught in a magic trap?

Before Iroth could continue to panic, the pain that came immediately seemed to have cut off his soul, leaving him with no sense of thinking in his mind, so he had to grit his teeth and fight against the pain.

I don’t know how long it took, but the severe pain that could not be described was finally released.

Iroth's whole body was soaked with sweat and black mucus, and a foul smell was emitted.

Sensing that the body was not seriously injured, Iroth discovered that he had experienced pain and his body was different from before.

I felt that my bloodline inherited from the Devil Lord was purer, and all the silver Dou Qi disappeared at this moment, replaced by the light black Dou Qi, and my body was full of magic patterns, deeper and more concise than before.

Unlike usual, only when all the power of the real name is called will magic patterns appear on the body. At this time, the magic patterns are constantly solidified on the body, including the face, adding a touch of strange temperament.

The most important thing is that I awaken my second real name.

Azazel, Cyra.

These two real names represent:

Original sin and redemption, killing.
Chapter completed!