Breaking another layer of winding paths, Boluogo passed through the dark and deep chasm. The white snow just disappeared. What came back to Boluogo's eyes was the endless green field. He stood on the soft grass.
I smelled a hint of the fragrance of wild grass, and then the stench of fishy smell hit my face.
The beautiful scene of grazing on the grassland disappeared, and all that appeared in front of Boluogo's eyes was the plowed land. The carcasses of cattle and sheep were rolled up in the grass, and sticky blood seeped out, dripping.
The Throat of the Abyss struggled hard, its countless arms scratching the ground repeatedly, like a giant centipede, quickly escaping from this place. It raised a cloud of smoke and dust behind it, and terrifying ether fluctuations burst out one after another.
"Don't run away."
Boluogo waved his flaming sword, cutting through the smoke and dust in front of his eyes, and burning the scattered fragments into fine ashes one by one, dissipating in the wind.
"Where can you escape to?"
While reprimanding, Boluogo pursued forward. On the way, Boluogo noticed the herdsmen sitting on the fence not far away. Their expressions were pale, and they stayed in place like sculptures, motionless.
When Boluogo's eyes fell on them, one of the herdsmen reacted first. He first let out a hysterical scream, then turned around and ran away for a few steps. His steps staggered, and he fell to the ground before running far.
.
Got up and fell down again.
Fear has completely captured these herdsmen. They live far away from the city and live a simple and unpretentious life. If nothing unexpected happens, his life will end in this monotonous and quiet cycle. Until this day, Boluogo completely destroys their peaceful life.
broken.
When you see something, you can never go back to your original life.
Bologg sighed tiredly. According to the regulations of the Bureau of Order, even if someone is acting with glory, they must avoid the sight of ordinary people as much as possible. But now is an emergency, and Bologg has no time to think about so much. What's more,
What's more...
On top of the mountains, the trees of light towering over the sky and earth sway peacefully, spreading endless ether to the world.
Boluogo instinctively felt that this regulation would be canceled in the near future. As the great rift unfolded, the boundaries between the supernatural and the earthly world were constantly blurred until they merged into one.
A new, extraordinary era is coming. Many old things will be destroyed, and from their ashes, many new things will be born. The social structure will undergo major changes, and the foundation of human life will also change.
Borogo is not afraid of such a future. In fact, he just needs to regard the extraordinary power as another innovative force, just like the lords of the old era did when they first saw the steam engine.
The cycle begins over and over again.
With his thoughts freed from worries about future changes, Boluogo focused on the present, glaring angrily at the Throat of the Abyss in front of him.
In addition to the power of tearing apart the winding paths, the Throat of the Abyss also possesses the terrifying devouring ability. Everything that is put into its mouth will disappear into the darkness, and its biting power is extremely powerful, as if it were swallowed from space.
The layers are misaligned and cut, and neither steel nor rock can stop its sharp teeth.
Even if compared with other evils in this world, the Throat of the Abyss does not have very strong combat effectiveness, but its essence is still an evil in this world, and this is absolutely unchangeable.
Suddenly, the Throat of the Abyss turned its body, just like the mouth of the abyss suddenly opened, and a strange and powerful suction force burst out from it.
Like a huge vortex generated out of thin air, it spins, roars, and greedily swallows everything around it.
The carcasses of cattle and sheep crushed and broken by the Throat of the Abyss, as well as the soil and rocks that were originally silent, were all ruthlessly rolled up by this force and flew towards the mouth of the abyss.
Even the weeds growing in the wilderness were not spared. They were uprooted, and the entire turf was completely peeled off like a huge carpet, revealing the dark brown land below.
Boluogo stood firm and was not shaken at all by the suction force. Under the influence of this force, the surrounding air became distorted, forming strange airflows. Even all sounds were swallowed up, only
All that's left is the roar of the wind and the roar of the vortex.
The entire wilderness seemed to be shaking under the raging force of this force.
Until the flaming sword burst out and everything came to an abrupt end.
The body of Guangzhuo Zhizhi burst into flames. Under the guidance of the power of control, the fire sword instantly extended for tens of meters. Although the momentum was not as amazing as in the etheric world, the blow that penetrated the darkness successfully interrupted the swallowing force.
Guidance from the Maw of the Deep.
The fire sword left a black sword mark on the pale skin.
The Throat of the Abyss whimpered again and again. No matter how powerful its devouring power was, under Bologo's precise control, it was still unable to compete with Bologg in this trick.
It didn't understand why Boluogo was so powerful. It had obviously eaten many Glorious Ones, but Boluogo looked so completely different compared to them.
Boluoge swung the fire sword vigorously, and little sparks quietly fell on the grassy field.
The sparks were small and inconspicuous at first, but as soon as they came into contact with the dry grass blades, they quickly ignited and turned into orange-red flames, greedily devouring everything around them.
The fire spread rapidly, running wildly in all directions, jumping and rolling, becoming more fierce with the help of the wind.
Soon, tongues of fire gathered together to form a blazing wall of fire, completely surrounding the Throat of the Abyss.
Under Bolog's guidance, the deadly fireworks did not burn wantonly, but were confined to the side of the Throat of the Abyss, trapping it in this fiery embrace.
The flames danced wildly and made crackling sounds, as if mocking the powerlessness of the Throat of the Abyss.
"Bo... Boluogo..." A hoarse voice sounded from the darkness in his mouth, "Boluogo, don't..."
"Oh? Are you begging for mercy?"
Bologo came to the Throat of the Abyss. Under the raging firelight, the battle seemed like a sacrificial ceremony.
"No...I'm just warning you."
Suddenly, the intermittent sound of the Throat of the Abyss became smoother, and Boluoge discovered that the voice of the Throat of the Abyss actually had a hint of... familiarity?
The Throat of Tunyuan opened its mouth wide, and a face suddenly popped out from the darkness. The face was covered with changing lines. These lines were like a group of snakes, tightly hugging the face, and each one was twisting.
It moves and shrinks, as if it is trying to squeeze this face into the endless abyss.
Boluogo took a step back vigilantly and carefully penetrated it. These lines were like countless worms and roundworms, crawling wantonly on his face, sometimes intertwined and sometimes scattered.
As these lines and insects squirmed, little black particles scattered from them into the air, like black dust, floating and rotating in the air.
Boluogo held his breath and knitted his brows together. The power of protection was about to move. It seemed that in the next second, Boluogo would once again make his body covered with ferocious serrated blades.
"Boluogo, it's not yet time for you and me to fight."
Scarlet eyes squeezed through the countless lines and peered at Boluogo.
"Mammon?"
Boluogo recognized the owner of this face, it was the greedy Mammon.
"The moment for the decisive battle?" An arrogant smile appeared on Boluogo's face, and he said without mercy, "I thought we had already started the decisive battle."
The fire sword split a blazing wave of blades, which hit the body of Tunyuan Throat hard, exploding into a series of dazzling flames. Tunyuan Throat squirmed its body, and countless arms danced wildly in the air, drawing out lines.
A small winding crack stretches into it.
Around Boluogo, countless pale and slender arms stretched out from all directions. They were twisted like dead branches, and their sharp fingertips flashed with cold light, like sharp swords, scrambling to reach towards Boluogo, trying to pull him away.
He tore it into pieces.
However, Boluogo's reaction speed far exceeded the attacks of these arms. His body was as fast as lightning, and the blade in his hand slashed at an even faster speed, cutting off the outstretched arms one after another.
Every time the knife was swung, it was accompanied by a crisp cracking sound, and the arm broke off with the sound, bursting into a flower of blood, scattered on the ground, like chopped leaves, filling the ground with scarlet.
"These tricks are so old-fashioned, Mammon!"
Bologo shouted and waved another wave of fire towards Mammon's face.
In the firelight, Mammon stared at Boluogo with incomparable hatred. Boluogo was not afraid and asked, "What? Did the battle with Leviathan go well? You actually have the leisure to hinder me?"
From the previous encounter with Beelzebub, we can see that demons can appear in many places at the same time, but their own spirit and power will also be dispersed.
Mammon should be concentrating on dealing with Leviathan. If Bologo hadn't gradually forced the Maw of the Abyss into a desperate situation, he wouldn't have risked being defeated by Leviathan and came here briefly.
"Are you sure you want to continue like this?"
An evil voice sounded, and Mammon gritted her teeth.
"Who are you threatening?"
Bologg roared in turn, his figure twisted and disappeared, and with just a roar, Bologg actually reached Mammon and approached the huge mouthpart of the Throat of the Abyss.
"The swords are already facing each other, are you still talking about etiquette?"
Boluogo couldn't understand Mammon. The power of control spread in all directions. In an instant, countless pairs of invisible giant hands strangled the mouthparts of the Swallowing Abyss Throat to prevent it from closing its mouth.
"Mammon, has anyone ever said that you talk a lot of nonsense?"
Boluogo landed on the edge of the mouthparts and stepped under the many sharp teeth. "Or are you businessmen all like this?"
As he spoke, the fire sword pierced Mammon's face, "Use endless nonsense and hide your true purpose in a few words?"
The flaming sword reached Mammon's eyes, and Boluogo thought he would have some resistance, but the sword blade penetrated Mammon's head unimpeded, cutting off his face and those extremely disgusting worms.
Fireworks burned Mammon's face, but his skin and flesh were not burned, just like water and fire were invulnerable.
Mammen sighed expressionlessly, "That's really a pity."
The darkness in his mouth boiled and rolled, overflowing Mammon's face, burying him in the darkness again. A powerful force burst out from the throat of the swallowing abyss. It swung its body, not only breaking free from Boluo Ge's
The suppression also shocked Boluogo out of his mouth.
Boluogo rolled several times in the air and landed firmly on the ground. At this time, he looked at the Throat of the Abyss, and saw its smooth skin squirming quickly, and then scarlet pupils emerged from it.
Grows out and spreads all over the body.
Thick black tar seeped out from the mouth of the Throat of the Abyss. This was supposed to be the substance of the devil in its true form, but now it flowed out of the body of the Throat of the Abyss.
Unable to see the evil in the world, Boluogo couldn't help but have many doubts in his heart.
"Mammon?"
Boluogo shouted loudly, but the Throat of the Abyss did not respond. It seemed that Mammon had left.
The Throat of the Abyss waved its fine limbs, tearing open another crack in the winding path. Different from the panicked escape before, it seemed that another will controlled the Throat of the Abyss. It defiantly waited for Boluoge on the spot.
After a while, he swaggered into the crack in the winding path.
Boluogo extinguished the burning fire of light, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his mind. He didn't understand why the devil's tar seeped out of the body of the evil in this world, let alone the changes in the Throat of the Abyss.
It's so big, and more importantly, Boluogo can't be sure where this winding crack leads.
Once the throat of swallowing the abyss leads one to a dangerous place...
No, there is no need to think about this. Boluo Ge has made up his mind that he must kill the Throat of the Abyss today and must not let this harm continue.
Lifting his sword forward, Boluogo walked towards the unhealed winding crack. In the darkness of the winding crack, the Throat of the Abyss uncharacteristically did not continue to escape, but squatted at the entrance of the crack, with countless limbs extending.
Scarlet eyes stared at Boluogo through the slit.
The burning fire sword quickly enlarged in the eyes of Tun Yuan Throat, and the sky-high fire light poured into the winding path lair. Tun Yuan Throat let out a weird laugh and hid in the darkness.
Boluogo rushed into the winding path lair and saw a pale figure disappearing in a corner. Without stopping for a moment, Boluogo got up and flew towards that corner. Before he arrived, he took the lead in condensing an ether flash,
Throw it towards there.
No one has arrived yet, but the offensive has arrived.
There was a burst of thunder in the darkness, and the Throat of the Abyss was revealed. It fought and retreated, searching for the next crack in the winding path. Bologo threw the saw ax again, trying to nail it into the body of the Throat of the Abyss.
, but this time, many figures suddenly appeared from the darkness.
Many consistent ether reactions burst out together, setting off a roaring wave of ether.
Boluoge stopped, and the power of the Glory One exploded, and he collided with the wave...
Then completely smash the wave.
A muffled sound of pain resounded in the darkness, and several figures fell down. At the same time, several more figures seemed to have received gains, and their etheric reactions were further improved. Their overall etheric reactions remained consistent.
"The Speechless...are a really tough bunch of guys."
Boluogo looked at the reinforcements of the Maw of the Abyss. They were the speechless men who had fought against Boluogo many times. The Maw of the Abyss appeared behind the speechless ones, and the scarlet eyes on their bodies stared at Boluogo.
, a faint sound of ridicule sounded.
"Bolo...Ge!"
The Throat of the Abyss shouted Bolog's name again, but this time it was full of mockery.
"I am a man of my word."
Boluogo did not continue speaking. His meaning was very clear. If he said any more harsh words, it would only appear that he lacked confidence.
As if the roles were reversed, Boluogo brought full pressure, and the two sides were at war. Just as another round of battle broke out, the Silent Ones suddenly stopped in place, and then, a dazzling scarlet swallowed their bodies.
eyeball.
The Maw of the Abyss became irritable and restless, and it growled, "Leviathan!"
Each of the Silent Ones has a pair of scarlet eyes. Just like what happened to the Throat of the Abyss just after Mammon appeared, Boluogo stayed in place vigilantly. Just as he was getting ready, he responded.
At any possible attack, the Silent Ones all drew their swords and slit their own throats.
All the Wordless Ones died, not a single one survived, and none of their scattered power was concentrated.
Boluogo didn't understand what was happening. He looked at the Throat of the Abyss again. The scarlet eyes growing on its body closed one after another. It once again transformed into the savage beast.
Only then can Mammon's will truly leave.
…
In a world that has become completely chaotic, Mammon's aura is somewhat disordered. Even though he has been injured several times by Leviathan's power, his weird face is still filled with a strange smile, as if he is enjoying this.
Pain.
Leviathan lies between the rolling dark clouds, the tar mercilessly swallows up the entire mountain, and the Apex Palace sinks into darkness.
"At this time, do you still have the energy to take care of other people? Mammon."
Leviathan activated his power as he spoke, and a huge black shark emerged from the dark clouds, biting Mammon's tar-filled behemoth and tearing off a terrifying corner.
He obviously noticed the changes in Mammon in the battle just now. He separated a ray of consciousness and didn't know where it went. Leviathan guessed that it should be at the Throat of the Abyss. After all, Boluogo had just chased that person.
The head monster left the etheric realm.
"Hahaha."
Mammon burst into meaningless laughter, not knowing who she was laughing at.
"Should I say, were you expecting this?"
Leviathan moved his gaze away from Mammon and looked at the tar-covered earth. At this time, corpses were immersed in the tar. There were hundreds of them. Their clothes were the same and their faces were the same.
They are the same, as if they were all copied by the same person.
"What's expected?"
Mammon's voice sounded, but this time, the voice did not come from the tar body, but from among the countless corpses.
There was one corpse that seemed not to be dead yet. He struggled to prop up his body and stood up unsteadily.
The speechless man straightened his body. In the eyes of many people, this should be the first time that he broke his "silence" and opened his mouth to speak.
"Are you referring to what I look like now?"
The speechless...or, mammon.
Scarlet color filled his pupils, he lowered his head and checked his body. With the death of many speechless ones, the power of the Glorious Ones was rising from his body.
Mammon raised her head and looked up at Leviathan among the dark clouds.
"This shouldn't be an expectation, right?" Mammon said, "For me, isn't this a matter of course?"
Leviathan remained silent, and after a long time, he slowly said, "I underestimated your greed."
Mammon let out bursts of weird laughter, and the tar spread on the ground seemed to be attracted by him, gathering under him one after another. This body of the speechless man was controlled by Mammon.
"How could you, a greedy guy like you, be willing to give your power to others?" Leviathan said coldly, "Whether it's to the chosen one or the evil in this world, you will stubbornly hold on to everything and never share it.
Half a point."
The shrill laughter continued, and the fallen Silent Ones stood up one after another, their eyes filled with scarlet, and everyone looked at Leviathan with the same gaze.
Like a thousand eyes opened.
From the beginning to the end, Mammon has no intention of sharing his power with anyone, whether it is the chosen ones or the evil in this world. When necessary, they will all become Mammon's puppets, bodies driven by him.
Before the words fell, the speechless ones stood up again and slit their throats one by one. In an instant, the only speechless person driven by Mammon was left here.
Mammon said arrogantly, "Let's start the second round, Leviathan."
At this moment, Mammon's strategic purpose has been completely achieved. Beelzebub captured Asmodeus and successfully evacuated the battlefield. What he has to do next is to fight appropriately with Leviathan and peek into the plural powers and original sin.
What kind of power will it bring? In addition, he also has to do two things, trying to find a way to help the Maw of the Abyss escape from Bologo's pursuit.
It sounds a bit troublesome, but it is not a problem for Mammon. The Silent One has arrived on the battlefield, and the power of glory, completely controlled by him, overlooks the overall situation.
Leviathan looked down at him coldly. He was silent as usual, but in the silence, three bloody runes appeared from the dark clouds. Also appearing were the blazing white storm that burned through the dark clouds and forcibly intervened on the battlefield.
.
Mammon's smile froze on his face, his eyes were full of disbelief, and then he shouted hysterically, "How is that possible! How can you have the ability to drive it!"
The long-awaited secret source ruthlessly swept through everything in the etheric realm, including the broken mountain peaks, the plague of flesh and blood, and even everything belonging to the devil.
Leviathan just smiled contemptuously and said, "It's not that I drove it, but that it hates you and me."
Just as Bologo guessed, more and more humans are implanted with the alchemical matrix, and with this "blood contract" they become debtors of the secret source. When they die, their souls with the echo of their memories gather in the mindless body.
Within the storm, after thousands of years of evolution, a hazy consciousness is forming in this sacred splendor.
It may not have a so-called mind, but at least it already has instincts that are close to those of a living thing.
That instinct was formed from the will of countless condensers and the resentment left by the eighth person.
The instinct to hunt the devil.
Mammon thought that revealing the Silent One's trump card would improve the situation, but he never expected that the great changes would come so quickly.
Leviathan asked, "You were distracted just now to control the Throat of the Abyss, right? After all, the evils you have suffered in this world, the Silent One, should be considered a part of you."
Mammon is so greedy that he refuses to share the slightest bit of power. Many years ago, he completely controlled his chosen ones, even the evils of this world, turning them into a part of himself wholeheartedly, instilling
With that sinful tar.
"Is that monster in crisis?"
Leviathan said and looked at the approaching blazing white storm. Even though he was also on the hunting list, Leviathan still laughed happily.
"Then it's my turn to hold you back, Mammon. You have to pay some price today!"
Leviathan's voice shook.
Under the trap designed by Beelzebub and Mammon, Asmodeus's life and death are unknown. Leviathan must stop its losses and weaken Mammon's power.
Mamen's expression became colder little by little, and he also understood that if he wanted to escape unscathed today, he would have to pay a certain price.
"Aren't you always curious about what I got from the visitors from outside the world?" Mammon said frankly, "Now let me show it to you."
This is a difficult choice, but as a businessman and the nature of greed, Mammon knows the pros and cons very well.
Outside the battlefield, in every corner of the etheric realm and the material realm, the silent ones who were sleeping in coffins as a reserve died one after another at the same moment.
The scope of the death spread enveloped the whole world, and even the Silent Ones who were in the Lair of the Winding Path and faced Bologo died one after another under this order.
The scattered power quickly gathered together, and the ether intensity of the body controlled by Mammon also further increased, like the slowly rising lava, its power reached the boundary of the Glorious One...
"This is what I got from the extraterrestrial visitors," Mammon showed her absolute power, "enough to transcend boundaries..."
Mammon did not continue speaking. Leviathan had already felt that the power of the Silent One had almost surpassed its peak, as if it had broken through the limitations of the Glorious One and touched the legendary - the Crowned One.
"Is that all?"
After realizing that this was the limit of Mammon's power, Leviathan was no longer worried. He released his power to his heart's content, with three bloody runes hanging high above his head like a burning red sun, and the blazing white
The storm created an extremely bizarre apocalyptic scene.
"Go on, Mammon," Leviathan looked at Mammon and encouraged, "Kill all the speechless ones quickly, so that this exclusive power can exceed the limit."
Mammon's face was livid, and her strength remained in this critical state, neither rising nor falling.
Leviathan laughed loudly, "Sure enough, the devils are all a bunch of complete cowards."
The three bloody runes suddenly glowed with scarlet light, and the three powers released their power to their heart's content, and the bloody afterglow enveloped the sky.
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In the dark and deep winding path lair, Boluogo crossed over the corpses on the ground and strode toward the Throat of the Abyss.
"I'm not sure what happened," Boluogo's eyes were locked tightly on the Throat of the Abyss, "but I can be sure that no one will bother us again, right?"
The Throat of the Swallowing Abyss twisted its head and drilled into another winding crack, and the Saw-Saw Axe came through the air, nailing into its flesh and blood like a life-threatening scythe.
Borogo rose into the air, as if putting a rein on the Throat of the Abyss, and ran rampant in the Lair of the Winding Path.
