This is a conspiracy involving all living beings, a trap for Asmodeus, and a long-planned hunt.
The Throat of the Abyss tore open a huge winding crack, and the whole body came out, like half a giant snake. The body was curved and entrenched on the ice sheet. It was pitch black, like the throat of the abyss.
The smell of putrefaction blew in, and a creepy smile filled the air.
"Don't reject me anymore, my dear blood relative."
Beelzebub stretched her body freely, and black tar overflowed her eyes, nose, throat, and ear canals, gushing out from every pore of her body. The vast darkness fell from the sky, covering everything on the earth.
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"Let us become one!"
Amidst the excitement and mad roar, Beelzebub led the black wave to sweep in, like a huge tsunami hundreds of meters high, advancing relentlessly and unimpeded.
Before this horrifying scene, even Boluogo was in a daze for a moment, and then he roared and activated his secret energy, and the majestic ether rushed forward, trying to separate the tsunami that was engulfing the world.
But when Boluo Ge's ether hit the tsunami, a terrible sense of hunger and devouring burst out from the darkness. This evil force was so ferocious, like a plague, that it easily spread to Boluo through the ether.
Luo Ge's body hit his soul hard.
Eating and swallowing are the instinct of life and the will to gluttony.
Bologo's ether seemed to fall into nothingness without causing any abnormalities, just like a stone falling into the stormy sea and disappearing without a trace.
"Asmodeus! Do you just want to die like this?"
Boluogo turned his head and inspired Asmodeus. At such a fatal moment, mortal power is obviously not enough. Only the devil can fight against the devil.
"Damn it," Burlogo thought to himself, "this is ridiculous. Not only do I have to fight alongside the devil, but I also have to inspire her."
Asmodeus puffed up her chest, and her body was broken piece by piece. Amidst the continuous shattering sounds, her delicate face was also covered in cracks, like a beautiful sculpture, heading toward destruction step by step.
The broken beauty appears on Asmo's body, as if she is a goddess with a broken arm.
The container that bound the devil's essence was about to collapse. Asmodeus liberated his power step by step, feeling the gradually aroused power of hatred. Bologo did not feel at ease because of this. After all, no matter from which point of view, Beelzebub
All the power is to completely suppress Asmodeus, not to mention that there is the Maw of the Abyss, a scourge of this world, staring covetously at the side.
Invincible.
Bologo realized that there was absolutely no chance of winning in a head-on confrontation with Beelzebub. All he could do was to find a way to escape, or to hold on under Beelzebub's fierce attack and wait for Leviathan's rescue.
Beelzebub was not a fool. She had a much clearer understanding of the situation than Boluogo. In almost a moment, the black tsunami had arrived in front of Boluogo. The waves surged uneasily and foam splashed on the water.
It was like an insurmountable wall of water, struck with thunderous force, as if a piece of the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed.
"Asmodeus!"
Boluogo roared, turned around and rushed towards the broken figure, colliding with her. The next moment, a black wave swallowed up everything in the black mist.
At the moment when he was involved in the tsunami, Boluogo felt a cold and powerful force wrap himself tightly, the dark water...or, in other words, tar.
These abominable liquids rushed into Boluogo's mouth and nose, blocking his throat. The strong sense of suffocation strangled Boluogo, and he could only struggle desperately.
Everything around him became blurry, and Boluogo seemed to be in a chaotic water world. What was even weirder was the sound of howling sea wind, roaring waves, and the rapid sound of his own heartbeat.
, these sounds intertwined together, turning into frightening music.
Even though Bologo was already a Glorious One, in this etheric realm, he still looked so weak under the full strength of the devil.
No matter how Bologo releases the ether, they will have the same effect as before, sinking into darkness without any echo.
Boluogo's body was constantly being thrown up and down in the seawater, hitting surrounding objects. He could feel his skin being scratched by sharp fragments, and the pain spread throughout his body.
Every impact made Boluogo feel that he was one step closer to death. However, at this critical moment of life and death, Boluogo did not give up his struggle.
Boluogo tried hard to stay awake, trying to find an opportunity to escape. His hands were grabbing randomly in the water, holding his sword and ax tightly in his hands, and kicking his feet constantly, trying to break free from the shackles of the sea water.
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"Asmodeus!"
Boluogo shouted again, but every time he opened his mouth, a large amount of tar poured into his throat, and his voice became indistinct and dissipated in the chaotic black sea.
Beelzebub's sudden laughter sounded again, and she sarcastically said, "What should you do?"
Beelzebub's response was a short angry rebuke from the dark sea of chaos.
Two powerful forces collided together, and the world trembled. Asmodeus was Beelzebub's main target of attack, and Bologo was just an unlucky guy who was involved in the dispute.
A nameless anger rose from the bottom of Boluogo's heart. He thought that after becoming a Glorious One, he would have some ability to participate in the disputes between the devils, but in the end it was still like this.
The chaotic Black Sea became violent, and Boluogo's senses became confused. He was unable to distinguish the direction or judge the passage of time. Even his consciousness began to blur.
Continuous labor pains came from every inch of the body. The chaotic black sea was extremely corrosive. They were eating Boluogo bit by bit. In the severe pain and trance of consciousness, Boluogo seemed to have entered a dream.
world.
Confusion, confusion, madness.
Just when Boluogo was about to fall into coma, he suddenly felt a powerful force dragging him out of the sea. As if he was thrown out of the chaotic black sea, Boluogo fell heavily to the ground and rolled several times.
Just stopped.
Layers after layers of snow dust came with the cold wind, falling on Boluogo's body, covering him with patches of white snow. After a brief period of confusion, Boluogo stood up and half-knelt, his stomach twitched, and he gulped.
He vomited profusely and turned into black tar.
When they fell on the ice, they made a sizzling sound of corroding. Some fishy fragments could also be seen in the sticky piece. Bologger was not sure whether these were parts of his own internal organs.
There's no time to care about these things.
Boluogo looked up and looked ahead, only to see endless tar gathering into a huge black ocean. They looked sticky and heavy, but at this moment they showed a strange lightness, like dark clouds in the night.
Breathing, suspended in mid-air, breaking free from the constraints of gravity.
They were like living creatures, twisting and stretching in mid-air, sometimes forming hideous and terrifying faces, and sometimes transforming into tentacles, trying to pull everything around them into this darkness.
The tar boiled strangely, as if it had its own life and consciousness. They were whispering, mocking, and whispering in the darkness about the coming doom and destruction.
Boluogo couldn't help but hold his breath. Such a chaotic and evil scene was rare.
It seemed that this was the scene of an evil ritual, but Boluogo knew that this was a confrontation between two demons. Their tar essences were mixed with each other, and they struggled continuously without distinguishing each other until they returned to the original chaos.
appearance.
Bologo touched the cold core of light. This was the first time he saw such a fight between devils. He didn't know how to help Asmodeus.
While Boluogo was thinking, the same terrifying fluctuations came from the mountain top. The battle between Mammon and Leviathan was more frightening than Beelzebub and Asmodeus, and almost the entire sky was filled with shock.
Wrapped in darkness, even the broken mountain peaks are gradually hidden in the darkness.
That was a battlefield that Boluogo couldn't touch at all. When Boluogo returned his attention to the strange thing in front of him, he was surprised to find that this sea of chaos was actually shrinking little by little, as if it was evaporating rapidly.
Ten seconds later, it shrank completely...
Then the huge winding crack hidden behind it was revealed.
"Asmodeus!"
Boluogo shouted nervously again. He never expected that Beelzebub had no intention of devouring Asmod here.
The arrival of the Throat of the Abyss opened a passage for the two of them to move. Now that they have left this place, Bologg doesn't know where they will go, but Bologg is certain that Asmodeus will be more likely to go there this time.
Death has no life.
The darkness completely disappeared into the winding crack. Bologo tried to pursue and block it, but at this time, the winding crack was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Boluogo decisively controlled the resentment bite, and the black sword flew into the air, with the crystal shedding sword oil hanging on it. Boluogo tried to open another winding crack and went to pursue it, but Beelzebub seemed to have expected it.
Like all of Bolog's decisions, a huge shadow cast down, blocking Bolog's way.
A low and strange sound came from the mouth of the abyss, as if it was provoking Bologg, and countless pale arms stretched out, like the jointed limbs of a centipede.
The cracks in the winding path were completely closed, the black mist dissipated, and the evil and mad noise was no longer there. The only thing left in place was the flesh and blood that were still squirming.
The Throat of the Abyss successfully completed its work, diverted Beelzebub and Asmod, divided the battlefield, stretched out its sharp nails, and gently opened a winding path in the air, spreading its huge
The body was stuffed in.
It returned to its lair with winding paths extending in all directions. In the unpredictable darkness, its pale limbs supported its huge body, walking like a flexible snake.
The Throat of Swallowing Abyss searched through the passages one after another, looking for the next target point it should reach. Just as it was preparing to make a new round of winding paths, in this place separated from the gap between the material world and the etheric world, the endless
In the darkness, a blazing fire suddenly appeared, followed by the terrifying power of the Glorious One.
This maggot-like monster immediately became highly vigilant. It turned its bloated body and saw the end of the darkness. It had just left the etheric world. A sharp black sword was inserted into the winding crack that should have gradually closed.
Among them, the self-healing of the crack was prevented, and a fierce fire ignited on the sword.
Under the terrifying power, the fire sword burned with the Void Sword Oil, and bit by bit opened the healed winding crack again. With an angry face, he squeezed his body through the narrow gap with difficulty. He was so ferocious that his throat
There was a terrifying low roar, like a murderer chasing after you in a horror movie.
"The Throat of Swallowing the Abyss..."
Boluogo's voice was hoarse, and he squeezed most of his body into the winding path nest. Even if his flesh and blood were cut by the misplaced space and dripping with blood, he would not stop.
"I can't kill the devils," Bologo stepped in with his entire upper body, "but I can try to kill you."
Before he finished speaking, Boluogo stepped into the winding path lair, with long-repressed anger and hatred on his face, as if he was a demon returning from hell.
"Anyway... this is not the first time I have killed the evil in this world."
Bologo's figure twisted, and then the blasting sound echoed fiercely in the winding path lair. The Throat of the Abyss couldn't see Bologo's movement track clearly, and when it noticed Bologo's location
, a blazing fire sword cut off several of its pale arms and burned these severed limbs into powder.
The Throat of the Abyss let out a shrill cry. It did not try to fight Bologg head-on. It had experienced a similar attempt when Bologg was still a defender. At that time, Bologg had already shown his strength.
He is powerful enough to kill the evil in this world, not to mention that he has become a Glorious One.
It turned around and burrowed into the darkness, following a secret passage through the winding cracks in the darkness.
In an instant, the Throat of the Abyss disappeared from the winding path nest and appeared among the snow-capped mountains. It returned to the material world, near the ridge of the towering mountains.
"Where do you want to go?"
The terrifying sound sounded again, like a ghost calling for life.
Tunyuan Throat turned around and saw a red shadow coming towards him. It smashed into Tunyuan Throat's smooth skin like a heavy anchor, and a sharp engine sound exploded from its body.
The staggered serrated blades of the Crushing Saw Ax tore apart the flesh and blood it touched, like growing roots and thorns, biting itself firmly into the depths of the flesh and blood of the Throat of the Abyss. At the end of the ax handle, the activated flesh and blood leather
Like a rope, it extends infinitely and is connected to the gradually closing winding crack.
The burning resentment split open the winding path again, and Boluogo burst out of the broken space with red eyes, tightened the rope, and pulled himself towards the throat of the abyss.
The feeling of powerlessness when facing the devil has already made Bologg unbearably angry. Whether it is to pour out his anger or for the subsequent doomsday battle, Bologg is determined to kill the Maw of the Abyss.
Following the scars left by King Solomon Hill many years ago, we will completely kill this evil in this world.
