The massive ether is stirring in the blue world. It has gone from the tranquility of the past to the absolute hustle and bustle. The silence is no longer, only the crazy wills biting each other, like wild beasts imprisoned in a cage, using their own
Anger and mania are all poured out on the other side.
The black wave rolled over, and countless ferocious and evil figures loomed in the darkness. Beelzebub called for strength and knocked down Hill in one fell swoop. His figure rolled in the boiling sea of darkness, covered in pitch-black tar.
It was like wallowing in a fetid swamp.
"Ha ha!"
Hill's disturbing laughter continued. Even though he was repelled by Beelzebub and was scarred, he still looked leisurely and contented.
His skin became extremely pale, and his capillaries showed a dark color, which stood out on the surface of his body. His eyes were sunken deeply into the dark sockets. There was no longer any luster, only absolute blackness, just like that.
Even the lips became pale as if from blood loss, and the exposed gums were covered in dark sticky matter.
The previous dignity was no longer there, and each devil exposed its ugliest side in this ungrateful fight, like a fighter who was almost exhausted, hysterical.
Mammon breathed deeply. He stared at Hill in front of him. As a sharp stabbing pain came from his mind, Hill's face twisted into Boluogo. Then Boluogo waved his flaming sword and aimed at
Cut off his own head.
The tar boiled, and Mammon subconsciously took a step back, only to find that there was nothing in front of her. There was no Boluogo.
Hill noticed something strange about Mammon, and his voice echoed arrogantly.
"What, do you feel powerless?"
Four scarlet runes flashed behind Hill. He still had an absolute advantage in this dispute. The red light flashed, releasing that frightening sense of crisis.
Mammon's breathing gradually calmed down, and the disdainful smile once again filled her face.
"Hill, what if you win and we win?"
Mammon said contemptuously, "I can detect the strangeness in your body. My real blood relative is hiding deep in your soul. When you win everything, he will fulfill the bet and take everything away from you."
moment."
"What if?" Hill looked like a gambler, "What if I win the bet?"
"How arrogant, Hill."
Beelzebub spoke slowly, and the tar covered her body, like a black, living robe, slowly squirming with her breathing.
"Even if you win everything in the end...then how do you solve it?"
Beelzebub said, looking at the slowly approaching white storm in the distance, "The secret source hates all devils, even you."
"Is that so?"
Hill looked at the radiant light that penetrated the sky. After a moment of pause, he said again, "Then I will just obey death."
Turning his head, Hill said resolutely, "As you said, Mammon, I am not a complete devil, nor can I be considered a real human being. But, it is precisely because of my status between the two.
, the curse of original sin cannot completely bind me."
Hill stepped forward, strode towards the two of them, and opened his hands.
"The moment I win the bet will also be the moment I dedicate myself."
The crimson lightning surged, and a series of thunder fell around Hill. The tar was torn apart by their blows, stirring up tiny black particles suspended in the air, like pieces of black mist.
Hearing Hill's words, Mammon and Beelzebub were stunned for a moment, and then they laughed disdainfully.
As if hearing some shocking joke, the two laughed at Hill's stupidity.
Beelzebub said, "Hir, no one can refuse the temptation of power. When you win all this, you will only be eager to win more, rather than...dedicate yourself."
Desire is like a rolling stone on a high mountain. From the moment it falls, it can no longer be stopped. It must either continue or be shattered into pieces.
"Even if the devil is short-sighted and blind, so what?" Mammon's voice sounded, "Don't forget, Hill, the devil's original sin also originated from human desires."
"No matter what the outcome is, as long as someone tries to control this power, he will be affected by the original sin. No one, whether it is us or you, can escape."
Hill raised his hand and pointed at the blazing storm, "But he did it."
"But at the same time, he also died, annihilating his own consciousness, no longer having a self, no more desires, and no more original sin to speak of. Only the virtue at the moment of death will last forever... But do you think,
Can everyone be as noble as him, as noble as you?"
Mammon shook her head disdainfully, "Hill, you should understand, even if you can achieve the perfect ending in your mind.
Kill all the devils, win all the victories, completely master the power of the aliens, and then... sacrifice yourself, prevent the recurrence of original sin in yourself, and dedicate all this."
Mammon clapped her hands vigorously and sighed, "What a great character, Hill."
"However, history will continue to repeat itself. In the next hundreds or thousands of years, there will always be people who, for various reasons, will come to the peaceful ether realm to study the dedicated, mindless you, just like scholars.
Study the secret source that way, and they will try to master your power until the original sin awakens again...the devil reappears."
Mammon's voice paused, and Beelzebub beside him seemed to be recalling something, memories of the past reappearing in front of his eyes.
"Just like it was before," she said softly, "just like when we met visitors from outside the world and followed our own desires and made wishes."
As the words fell, a strong chill burst out from the demons' bodies. At this moment, they realized with horror that the various experiences they had experienced and the countless possibilities they had anticipated were so similar, like part of a cycle.
Perhaps the alien visitor is just like Hill, a being who has devoted himself to himself and accommodated original sin. He is not a sinner exiled by Aurora, but he took the initiative to leave his hometown and pass on this terrible sin.
The evil power is brought to another desolate world.
The alien visitor originally wanted to die quietly in this barren land and fall into eternal sleep with his original sin, but here he met the first eight people.
Seven people followed their desires and became devils, while the eighth person sacrificed himself and transformed original sin into virtue.
Now, everything has progressed to this point, as if history has overlapped. Hill will win and become the next alien visitor. He contains all the power and is waiting for the arrival of the next visitor. It is up to him to decide.
The nature of force.
Is it the original sin of following desires, or the virtue of devotion.
"Look, this cycle of despair will still happen again," Mammon objected incomprehensively, "So what are you obsessed with?"
"Are you obsessed with something?"
Hill raised his head and looked at the boundless world. It seemed like a long time had passed, and it seemed that only a few seconds had passed before his voice sounded faintly.
"Devils, I have always believed in human virtue. It may be rare, but I firmly believe that it does exist, just like among the eight of you, there are still people who will choose to sacrifice themselves for good."
Hill said, tearing open his chest with both hands. This time, what he tore was no longer the tar body, but the bloody flesh. In this fresh life, a line of handwriting like a brand was engraved on the beat.
above the heart.
A relieved smile appeared on Hill's face, and he showed his bet with Jealousy to Mammon and Beelzebub without any secret, and declared to them.
"I believe, and will continue to believe, that human beings always have such a golden soul. Likewise, I will stake everything, the fate of the world, everything, everything on this golden soul.
above the soul."
Mammon and Beelzebub saw clearly the bet between Hill and Jealousy, and all the truth emerged before their eyes without warning, setting off huge waves.
"The outcome of mankind should be determined by mankind."
A trace of morbid madness appeared on Hill's face, the wound on his chest healed, and bloody thunder wrapped around his body like a wild snake.
"If mankind wins and defeats original sin, the curse of original sin will end, the devil will be eradicated, and all mankind will usher in a new era and a new order."
Suddenly, Hill's voice became softer, his figure twisted into a blurry afterimage, and then a violent crash sounded from Beelzebub's body.
After a red thunderbolt, a huge hole opened up from Beelzebub's abdomen. There was no flesh and blood in the terrifying section, only tar squirming, and... and a scarlet rune.
Hill tightly grasped the scarlet rune in Beelzebub's body, as if cutting out his internal organs, and pulled it out of Beelzebub's body. For a moment, Beelzebub's body was trembling in pain, and the tar was boiling.
"If humans lose, just like you, you will surrender to your own desires and kneel under original sin..."
Hill admired the trembling scarlet rune in his hand. The forbidden and evil power of original sin was slowly overflowing from it. Beelzebub was half-kneeling on the ground, his face pale, and he looked at Hill in disbelief.
Obviously, both Beelzebub and Mammon underestimated the power of Hill and how powerful this being who simultaneously held four powers and original sin was.
The fierce red light reflected Hill's face in an extremely evil way, and he whispered.
"Then just like you said, Mammon, let this cycle of despair continue and lead to the end of destruction."
Mammen couldn't help but hold her breath and looked at Hill in disbelief.
He guessed wrong. He and Beelzebub guessed wrong from the beginning. They thought Hill was a savior who worked hard and tried every means to free mankind from the devil... Hill was indeed a savior, but
At the same time, this savior does not mind the complete destruction of mankind.
Hill is a madman, a complete madman. He has had enough of the devil's disputes and everything in the world. He longs for an ending.
No matter good or bad.
Mammon evoked the power of original sin, and billowing tar rolled around his body. He tried to do something, but an uncontrollable sharp pain erupted from his body. Mammon clearly realized that he was losing something, sharp
Pain spreads from his body, like a swarm of worms eating away at his body.
Suddenly, Mammon's chest collapsed strangely, Tar whined helplessly, and large drops of mucus fell off and fell to the ground.
Mammon felt that her consciousness had been torn in half, with one half bearing the endless pain, while the other half was completely heading towards destruction and nothingness, leaving no residue.
"Oh, it looks like Boluogo won."
Hill strode over with a smile on his face, humming the familiar and exciting melody.
The red flash roared, sealing the three of them in a fatal electric field. Hill looked at Mammon, and then at Beelzebub. He suddenly released his own power, and the boiling sea of darkness calmed down.
Mammon stared wide-eyed, and Beelzebub also maintained a high degree of vigilance. With the defeat of the Silent One, both of their chosen ones were dead, and Hill had a comprehensive advantage. As long as he continued, he could hold on until Beelzebub
If Luo Ge supports the Ether Realm, then Hill is fully capable of ending this dispute completely.
But Hill didn't do this. Instead, he took the initiative to remove his power and stopped attacking.
"Beelzebub, Mammon, you can't win," Hill said calmly, "Do you want to continue?"
Hill snapped his fingers, and an iron throne rose up from the squirming tar. Hill sat back and sat back. In front of him, a huge round table like a giant shield emerged, and then a handful of iron thrones appeared.
The thrones rise one after another.
"Rather than ending in an unseemly way, biting each other like wild beasts, let's end this in a more devilish way."
Hill let go of the scarlet rune in his hand. It did not return to Beelzebub's body, but stayed still on an iron throne nearby.
Beelzebub and Mammon looked at each other, and they stared at Hill without saying a word. Their chances of winning were extremely slim. If they continued to fight, Hill was destined to win everything...
Hill showed an excited smile and placed his hands on the round table in front of him, crossing them into a triangle.
"How about let's make a bet."
In the long silence, the devils laughed disdainfully, and then the laughter became fanatical and morbid.
Beelzebub and Mammon admired Hill's madness, and they murmured, "Hiel, you are the most human-like devil and the most devil-like human being."
Everything has reached its ultimate limit, and there is nothing left to refuse.
The two devils sat down, like eager gamblers on the gambling table. It is difficult for the devils to refuse such a crazy game, and they are also looking forward to the ending of it all, looking forward to the despair or the hope.
The secret source still roared forward, and the blazing storm swallowed up the sea of darkness, swallowing up the standing round table as well.
The blazing white storm had a hint of gray, and then the dazzling light was covered up, turning into a dark, rolling tornado of fog, eating up all the light.
The etheric world fell silent again. After an unknown period of time, a clear sound of shattering resounded. Bologo tore a crack open and stepped into the dead silence of the etheric world.
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