Since that distant eternity, the cowardly child made a wish to the devil in the dark night. He had had enough of cold and hunger, and suffered from suffering. The God of Death was lingering around him, and in bursts of laughter, he used the cold sickle to

against his throat.

In the abyss of despair, the child prayed devoutly for the gift of eternal life, cut his palms with a silverware, and dedicated his blood, soul, and even the belongings of all his descendants for the rest of his life to the dark existence.

Blood and darkness merged into one, turning into an endless stream flowing through bloody eras and years.

Until today.

Sere's pupils dilated slightly, staring in disbelief at the dark figure that was approaching. In the history of the Night Clan, that arrogant devil almost never appeared in front of them, and even the Night King rarely witnessed him with his own eyes.

The presence.

Sere had thought about searching for this devil. Just like Boluogo tried to redeem his soul, he also naively wanted to end this immortal curse in another way.

Couldn't find it, Sere couldn't find any trace of him.

Perhaps just like the original sin that man carries, he is an extremely arrogant existence. He disdains talking to any mortal being, even the Night Tribe, his most perfect creation.

But... are the Night Clan really a perfect creation for men? Judging from his arrogant attitude, the Night Clan, which seeks immortality and continues with blood, should be an extremely dirty and ugly thing.

Sere didn't know, but he knew that the man's existence had become an unsolved mystery, so that for the Night Clan, that taboo story was no longer considered a history of origin, but more like an ancient legend.

Now, legend and reality overlap, and the story has become a cruel reality.

Sere's heart beat faster, and the thumping sound sounded clearly from under his chest. He felt that his blood, which had been chilled by the curse, was gradually heating up at this moment, and was about to burn his body to ashes from the inside.

.

"Ha ha……"

Sere opened his mouth, he wanted to say something, but when his words reached his mouth, they turned into meaningless breathing.

His body started to tremble again. Sere tried to break the stiff posture, but he still couldn't move until he felt that he was about to break his body.

Sai Zong said, "Calm down, Sere, we haven't needed you yet."

Se Lei's heart trembled, and the rage in his eyes was extinguished. Being too attached to something would only make him lose his mind. Se Lei tried hard to control his emotions and keep his mind clear.

"Serei?" The man looked at Serei and said, "I remember this name. His eldest son was also the culprit of the destruction of the Eternal Night Empire."

Eyes as bright as the starry sky met Serei's, and Serei's calmed down mentality once again fell into waves. Just the moment they looked at each other, he felt that he was deeply trapped in the starry sky in the man's eyes, as deep and boundless as if

Souls will fall into it and be torn into pieces by the twisted gravity.

"Since the beginning of this dispute game, I have been winning. Even if I suffer setbacks, I have never suffered a defeat like that." The man's voice gradually became stern, "This is all thanks to you, Cere Valery

"

Invisible pressure completely enveloped Sere. The atmospheric pressure around him seemed to have suddenly increased several times. His whole body was evenly bearing the increasing strength, like an orange that was squeezed tightly and fresh juice was squeezed out.

Juice, only the rotten trunk remains.

This is far beyond the repressive power of the bloodline with the Night King, but comes from the power of original sin, the essence of all evil and madness.

Big drops of sweat broke out from Sere's forehead, he clenched his teeth, and blood seeped out from the corners of his mouth.

"Sere has nothing to do with you anymore."

Sai Zong said and stood in front of Serei, blocking the line of sight between the two of them with his scarred figure. The man could no longer see Serei, and Serei also escaped from the man's gaze.

In an instant, Sere was freed from the heavy pressure. His whole body felt inexplicably weak, and he knelt down straight, holding his hands on the ground.

After the Dawn War, Sere had a short and thrilling period. Many debtors suddenly appeared and launched an endless pursuit of Sere. Most of them were killed by Sere, but some still survived.

, and harassed Sere endlessly.

Sere knew why these people came, and his betrayal destroyed the largest force under the Sin of Pride in one fell swoop, and also caused him to fall far behind in the game of dispute with the devil.

These people are the debtors of the sin of pride, and they try to cut off their heads to please the sin of pride in exchange for his favor and favor.

Later, Sere was invited by Sai Zong and joined the Undead Club. Under the protection of the Sin of Wrath, his life finally calmed down and no debtors bothered him anymore... There might be, but they all died.

In the trash can outside the club.

"It has nothing to do with it? How can it be irrelevant? He has the blood of the Villeless family flowing in his body, and he bears my sins," the man said. "The connection between me and him goes far beyond the bondage of blood... He

He is my debtor."

"But he is under my protection," Sai Zong shot back forcefully. "He is a member of the Undead Club."

The man seemed to laugh, and the faint laughter echoed around, like a ghost whispering.

"Don't be nervous, Sai Zong," the man took another step forward, "It would be too rude if I became furious because he destroyed the Eternal Night Empire."

The man's answer was as expected by Sere. He was a sin of arrogance, a condescending bastard. He would not lower his stature to argue with Sere. From the beginning to the end, he only had Sai Zong in his eyes, and this was barely consistent with him.

The existence of peers.

It's really a complicated emotion. On the one hand, I'm glad that this arrogant guy really has no interest in me. On the other hand, because I'm not even qualified to be included in his sight, I'm like a rat on the roadside, feeling resentful in my heart.

Sere hated this kind of person and wanted to step on his delicate clothes and smash his beautiful face.

It's a pity that Sere can't even knock down a man. He even needs Sai Zong's protection for his own survival.

The pain lingered in his mind, and sweat mixed with blood dripped down. Sere blinked. Amidst the severe headache and hallucination, he found that he was no longer leaning on the gray earth covered with dust and crystal fragments, but a place covered with dust and crystal fragments.

The vast ice field of snow and dust, the cold touch spread from the palm of my hand.

Sere raised his head, and the crazy and bloody battlefield disappeared. What appeared in front of him was a cold and desolate picture.

There is no crazy world, no crazy monsters, no loud noises, just a silent ice field, covered by thick snow and dust, as if frozen in an eternal moment.

There are no traces of life on the surface of the ice field, only ice and snow. You can vaguely see blurry figures frozen in the ice. Looking farther away, the ice field extends to the endless distance, connecting with the surrounding nothingness.

It is deep and blue, revealing a blazing white light, like the hazy light coming from the deep sea.

Sere stood up in confusion. As early as Boluogo's mouth, Sere had heard about the wonders here and had many fantasies about it. But now it seems that the picture woven by the chaotic thoughts is not the same as the real one.

Compared with reality, it is too simple.

The high concentration of ether overwhelmed reality. As the overlapping area continued to expand, Sere not only saw the endless ice fields, but also scattered ruins and corpses around him. Only the ruins of the high wall and the corpses of the Butcher's Pit were left.

The pile is still shocking.

Not far away, the palace of the royal city stood tall, but as if a god was wielding a hundred-meter-long giant sword, and as if the space was being cut and torn, the buildings neatly collapsed and became dislocated and deformed.

The Origin Tower is located in the center of the deformed chaos, with fireworks burning constantly like a huge torch.

With the two realms overlapping, most of the royal city has been dragged into the ether realm, and the overlapping scope is still expanding, as if the entire land of eternal night is being included in this void.

Suddenly, Sere became confused.

The man was confronting Sai Zong, and no one knew whether the two would fight next. In this etheric realm, the devils are no longer restricted by the material world. Their power must be earth-shattering. Sere doubted whether he could

Survive it.

However, Sere did not dwell too much on these matters. Instead, he looked around the Ether Realm. Such a magnificent and mysterious area, even the undead were rarely seen.

Sere laughed inexplicably. This was a bit inappropriate, but he couldn't control it. He remembered what Aisha said to him a long time ago.

At that time, the two of them were in a theater. A group of young guys were playing with complex machines on the stage. The theater darkened, and a hazy light spit out from the machines and hit the curtain.

In the black and white scene, a train rushed towards us silently.

The audience was frightened, and even Sere panicked. After a burst of exclamations, the theater became bright again, and the young people introduced the machine and what had just been presented.

Some people accepted this new thing with trepidation, while others shouted witchcraft. Amidst the noise, Elsa came back to her senses, hugged her arms and laughed.

She said, "As long as you live long, you will always see something new and novel."

Aisha is right, as long as you live long, you can witness the changes of the times and witness the miracles created one by one.

Later, Sere learned that this novel thing was called a movie, but when he stepped into the cinema again, Aisha was no longer beside him.

Every moment in the etheric realm seems so eternal, and every second seems to be telling an ancient and distant story. Here, the concept of time seems to have lost its meaning, and only the cold and freezing air is silent.

flowing in.

There was a dazzling light shining in a more distant place. It was blocked by the rolled up snow dust and the buildings of the royal city. Sere couldn't see clearly what the radiant thing was, but it reminded him of the morning sun rising.

"Let's put Sere's matter aside for now."

The man's words dragged Sere's thoughts back to reality. As he spoke, he took another step forward, but at this moment, terrifying power bloomed out of thin air in front of his eyes, and invisible blades stood around the man.

The murderous intent was overwhelming, and the man had no doubt that as long as he came even half a minute closer, he would be struck like a gust of wind and rain.

"I have always hated Samuel. He is a complete monster and cannot communicate with words at all."

The man raised his hands slightly and stepped back with his feet hanging in the air. He said disappointedly, "I thought you were different from him."

"I just think there is no need to talk about anything else," Sai Zong said unceremoniously. "The situation has become very clear. The only thing left between you and me is life and death."

The man shook his head and didn't understand, "Why bother? You are like this, Belphegor is like this too..."

The bright stars spread in his eyes, and the man asked with doubt, "What exactly did Leviathan promise to you?"

Because of the original sin of self-arrogance, men are independent from the world, avoid everyone's eyes, and are surrounded by mystery and unknown. However, Leviathan does not have such original sin, but like men, he has been out of sight of the devils for a long time.

middle.

As the dispute progressed, the man had noticed the problem of Leviathan, but he could not find Leviathan, and naturally a series of plans against Leviathan could not be implemented.

Saizon confessed, "Eternal peace."
To be continued...