Chapter 901 Devoting Oneself to Killing Wu

The pitch-black tar wrapped around Idel's body until it completely covered him and turned into a black egg. At the same time, a pitch-black shadow enveloped it. Blogo seemed to swing a thunderbolt that split the sky and earth and fell from the sky.

The fierce slash set off a series of impacts. The burst of airflow swept away the diffuse blood mist and shattered the tar, revealing Idel's bloodless and pale body.

"I guess this is the essence of the devil?"

Blogo tore the black egg and looked at the endless tar that tried to drill into Idel's body.

The devil has no specific form. They can be men, women, animals, or even some mysterious things. Their coming is also strange and there is no absolute theorem.

Scenes flashed back in front of Blogo's eyes, like key frames in a movie.

The devil is a slave to power, and also the will of power... a will that controls the essence of tar.

Idel roared wildly. The broken container could no longer hold so much tar. He grabbed the excess tar, and the bone blade was stained and turned black, like black lightning, slashing towards Blogo.

Blogo turned swiftly, and the Bite swung a huge semicircle, followed by the Saw Axe, and the double blades tore everything in the way.

The battle in the Graystone Rift continued. Countless zombies and night tribes mixed together, like a legion charge, trying to break through the defense line of the Order Bureau.

In the abandoned land, the huge Devouring Beast further flattened the ruins of Raymengaton. It was like a drunkard with a hangover. Its gradually out-of-control body rushed between the cliffs, and the raised huge tentacles slapped the desperate outpost, but were blocked by the sixth group of connected etheric barriers. All the artillery giant crossbows continued to fire, vowing to clear all the inventory accumulated over the years.

Inside the Devouring Beast, the broken Golden Palace was still burning, and countless flesh and blood rushed into the sea of ​​fire and were all burned to ashes. However, as the light gradually faded and the Devouring Beast awakened, the expanding flesh and blood squeezed out the extra space bit by bit, and it was only a matter of time before the Golden Palace was completely devoured.

In the Golden Palace, the duel continued.

It was a battle between demons. Their bodies were torn apart and healed, fell down and stood up, and they hit each other countless times, and were hit back by each other countless times. Every cell in the body was screaming, and every drop of blood was boiling and burning.

It was like a cruel reincarnation.

Idel was about to lose his human form, like a deformed piece of meat. Blogo was not doing well either. The old wounds had not healed and new wounds were added. What was more serious was that Blogo could feel a series of intensive pain coming from the wounds, and then countless granulations broke out from his wounds.

They took root in Blogo's body like wildly multiplying seaweed, biting his flesh in turn. Blogo tried to cut off this part of the flesh, but he couldn't kill it all.

In the intense fighting, Blogo had already been completely infected by the flesh plague until he was assimilated by Idel.

Blogo coughed painfully, but this time he couldn't even cough. A suffocating feeling came from his throat. Those wildly growing granules parasitized his respiratory tract, squeezed his throat, and tried to break out of his body.

Devour!

Idel flew up, his sharp claws tore Blogo's face, his teeth pulled off one of Blogo's ears, and almost tore off the entire skin.

The resentful bite pierced weakly. It had already pierced Idel's heart, but it still couldn't kill it. This is true. No matter how sharp the blade is, it can't kill all the flesh at the same time, or let death suppress Idel's resurrection.

The wildly growing granulation completely wrapped up Blogo, and the flesh and blood carpet also spread over, and the dark blue veins connected over. Gradually, Blogo seemed to be really defeated. There was no sound, only the strange sound of blood surging, and even more bizarre and indescribable sounds, as if Blogo's flesh and blood were being digested.

Idel finally solved this difficult opponent. He passed Blogo and stepped onto the double spiral ladder again. As he walked, Idel was gradually leaving the material world and moving towards the etheric world.

When he crossed the last step, Idel also looked up at the brilliant heavens created by King Solomon.

Even with Idel's crazy will, he couldn't help but lose his mind slightly at this time. After a moment, he continued to move forward. Behind Idel, under the double spiral ladder, there were also waves of restless sounds. Idel didn't care, he knew who was coming.

Along the gap where Idel had entered, more flesh and blood resisted the burning of the light, crossed the broken crystal curtain wall, and crawled into the Golden Palace.

From the outside, in the transparent flesh and blood of the Devouring Beast, huge tentacles were extending one after another, passing through the barrier of the light and burning, and drilling into the Golden Palace. Under the guidance of Idel, they crossed the double spiral long ladder and arrived under the heavens and the myriad phenomena, searching for King Solomon's legacy.

"Solomon..."

The flesh and blood trembled slightly, and the strange sound seemed to be telling the taboo name.

The tentacles entangled together and turned into a huge face. The face was not specific. As the flesh and blood squirmed, its image was also changing rapidly, but everyone who glimpsed this scene would know who it was.

Beelzebub.

"I remember you, you are here... right here."

The extended tentacles were like a giant snake, with its head raised up, looking at the dome of the heavens and the myriad phenomena.

Beelzebub came here when the Holy City fell.

Now she still remembers the scene at that time. Raymond Gaiton, which was surrounded by war, encountered the arrival of a group of demons. They thought they would encounter strong resistance from King Solomon, but when they invaded Raymond Gaiden, But I only saw that the scholars had already committed suicide.

They captured a dead city.

In the endless silence, Beelzebub and other devils went up together, and finally saw the dying King Solomon on the throne. He laughed maniacally, set himself on fire, and then the light burst out, turning all the intruders into salt. column.

The giant snake crossed Idel, its body held up Beelzebub's face, and kept reaching upwards. At the overlap point between the material world and the etheric world, the space was distorted to a large extent, full of disorder and loss of control. .

In the blue, Beelzebub seemed to see the end of all the things in the sky. She tried her best to reach up, but suddenly her expression froze, her mouth slowly opened, and the horrifying screams were heard. Ripples, they spread to the celestial body that was built towards King Solomon, but they were like false phantoms, allowing the ripples to pass by without any change.

Idel looked blankly at the giant snake standing next to him, not understanding what was happening. The squirming face on the snake's head also stopped changing, leaving only a frightened face. Then the giant snake like a tower suddenly appeared. It collapsed straight down.

Only then did Idel smell the bursts of blood coming from behind. He turned his head and saw that the thick snake body extending from the group-devouring beast had been cut off horizontally.

The cross section was scrawled and ulcerated, as if every piece of flesh and blood had been crushed into pieces. This time it didn't heal.

Amidst the dripping blood, a figure staggered out of the snake's body. His body was covered with flesh scraps and dripping with sticky plasma.

Accompanied by the clear and harsh sound of the engine, which gradually became louder, countless saw-toothed reamers came out of his wounds. All the fleshy sprouts that had grown wildly were removed. Thousands of saw blades were wrapped around his body. Every move he made at random would cause metal to break. cutting each other.

There were sparks amid the screams.

Blood dyed Boluogo's vision red, and nameless anger continued to grow in his heart. He habitually tightened the weapon in his hand, but only then did he realize that it was the weapon that was holding Boluogo tightly.

The flesh and blood of the palm seemed to be stuck to the hilt of the sword and could not be separated at all. The straps of the ax handle wrapped around Boluogo's arm in circles. When he swung the two weapons, Boluogo felt that they became different. It became a part of my body, an extension of my arm.

"Power, power..."

Boluogo groaned, and the endless blades broke through its body, like countless waving arms, eager for killing and blood.

In a daze, Bologo heard the sound of the war horn. It was also at this moment that he truly understood his own power and the nature of the Origin Sin Arms.

This is a fragment of Fury, a part of him, and the... protection he bestows on the champions!

Blessing and dedicating oneself to fighting.

Boluogo stepped forward and disappeared in an instant. At the same time, Idel heard bursts of sharp whistling sounds, like a flock of birds galloping towards him, and like a team of swordsmen. Run towards yourself.

Idel couldn't see Bologo's figure clearly. Under the influence of Fury's protection, Bologo had completely integrated with the original sin weapon, the Violent Saw Axe. His body entered an immortal state and became a weapon. Countless saw blades were twisted. The blade broke out of his body and transformed him into a humanoid weapon.

During the explosion, Idel first noticed that his eyes were spinning uncontrollably. It was not until the broken body came into view that he realized that his head had been chopped off.

Idel's body stretched out his hand and grabbed the thrown head. Immediately, endless pain came from his body, and every inch of flesh and blood was cracking and shattering at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if being chopped into pieces by a random sword.

This is not the end.

The flesh and blood of the arm quickly merged with the severed head. He waved his hand in the direction of Boluogo, and Idel roared loudly. The next moment, the arm was broken again, and the head was chopped to pieces.

In the surging blood foam, Boluogo's eyes were red, and there was an unstoppable smile on his face. Different from the curse brought by Jiahu Soul Sucking Soul, Boluogo was fully immersed in it at this time, enjoying it. Killing.

So much so that he didn't even notice the changes in his surrounding environment.

Amidst the roaring crackling sound, more tentacles surged from the body of the group-devouring beast. They passed through the weak light, opened the barrier of the Golden Palace, and crossed the double spiral staircase, like roaring giant snakes. He bit Boluogo and pushed his body towards the universe.

Idel looked ahead, and his tentacles were like a train of flesh and blood, pushing forward against Bologo. Soon Bologo disappeared into the blue. Just when Idel thought it was all over, suddenly he realized that his His body was pulled for a moment, and then his body was forcefully torn apart, advancing together with the flesh and blood tentacles that were rapidly advancing and going deep.

Only then did Idel see it. Several sharp saw blades were entangled together and turned into a steel cable covered with razor-sharp teeth. It penetrated and strangled Idel's body, dragging him forward. At the end of the steel cable, a ferocious figure crawled hard on thick flesh and blood tentacles.

"The duel is not over yet!"

The blood champion roared and broke free from the flesh and blood bound on his body. The saw blade grabbed the surface of the flesh and blood tentacles like a tentacle and dragged him towards Idel.

As the flesh and blood invaded the Golden Palace and penetrated into the heavens, they were leaving the material world and marching towards the etheric world. The concentration of ether suddenly increased until it reached its peak.

The ethers reveled, and with their every move, they condensed into golden rainstorms, dancing arcs, and frost in the air...

Just like the beginning of the chaos of the world, a slight disturbance would cause a series of strange phenomena.

The ether strengthened both sides, and the terrible fight broke out again, but this time the duel between the two became a high-speed rolling tentacles, and the environment was completely transformed into the etheric world when the white storm that penetrated the sky appeared.

The etheric world, the familiar etheric world.

When the white light shone on Blogo, even though he was filled with rage, he couldn't help but pause for a moment and looked at the beautiful storm.

Wisps of blazing white airflow wrapped and surrounded... It was not some kind of gas dust, but living souls. They had long died, but the echoes still echoed in the etheric world, remembered by the blazing white storm.

"Secret source."

Berogo murmured, and many memories emerged in his hazy consciousness. He said in a mysterious way, "Are you just another form of...devil like those shadow tars?"

Rage covered reason, and Berogo turned his head bloodthirstily. At the end of this flesh and blood train, Idel's figure had already knelt down. His body could not bear the erosion of tar, so many mycelium extended from the tentacles of the beast of the group, entwining him layer by layer.

They seemed to grow together, but they didn't seem to grow together. When Berogo charged forward again, the flesh and blood burst one by one, pushing Berogo into the sky, and then one deadly bone spear after another broke through the air and hit Berogo accurately.

This could not kill Blog, but it was enough to repel him.

Throw it towards the blazing white storm.

Blog's figure danced wildly in the air, throwing out the steel cable covered with sharp blades, trying to catch Idel, but before the steel cable hit him, wisps of white dust enveloped Blog's body. Turning his head, the blazing white storm was close at hand.

As if captured by the gravity of the blazing white storm, Blog's body fell uncontrollably towards the core of the day. This was not the first time Blog had encountered such a thing. He knew what would happen next.

With a hoarse voice, he shouted helplessly, "Levi..."

Before Blog called out the devil's name, the dim light condensed into a ribbon in front of him.

The tangle grabbed Blog and pulled him, falling towards the core of the day. There seemed to be some magic there, like a requiem, soothing all the rage in Blog's heart.

The anger dissipated, and the sharp blades were hidden back into Blog's body one by one. The saw axe of destruction became quiet, and everything returned to the beginning.

Blogo's eyes were calmer than ever before, until the core of the day completely covered Blogo's pupils, and thousands of ghosts shouted as they passed by Blogo, or hit Blogo's body.

The two souls overlapped and separated briefly, and Blogo saw the memories of one soul after another, and their echoes bloomed in front of his eyes.

In an instant, Blogo seemed to have gone through thousands of reincarnations. In the overlapping memories, Blogo Lazarus's self gradually became blurred, until he himself was unable to maintain it and slowly closed his eyes.

Before the darkness completely fell, Blogo heard someone calling his name, and she kept shouting.

"Blogo! Blogo! Blog..."

The voice gradually faded away, blurred... and sounded again!

"Saqin!"

The man suddenly opened his eyes, straightened his back, and sat up straight. He seemed to have just woken up, with a bit of confusion in his eyes. After several seconds, he recovered. A pain came from his mind, and he couldn't help rubbing his head hard.

"What's wrong?"

A familiar voice sounded beside her. She stroked the man's back and asked, "Did you have a nightmare?"

"Well... it seems so," the man said uncertainly, "I dreamed that I was fighting with something, killing people all over the world."

"Haha, for scholars, that's really a nightmare."

The woman chuckled, stretched out her hand and pulled the man's arm, trying to get him to stand up.

"Wake up, Saqin, we should go."

"Saqin?"

The man was stunned for a moment, then asked, "You call me Saqin?"

"Oh... yes," the man asked and answered himself, as if he had just woken up from a dream, "I am Saqin."

The woman frowned at this. She suspected that Saqin had really fainted, so she straightened the man's face and forced him to look at her.

"Look at me, who am I?"

The man instinctively answered, "Susi, you are Susi."

Susi asked again, "Or what?"

"Yes... my wife."

Susi's face was filled with a gentle smile, and she pinched Saqin's face hard to make him more sober.

"Let's go quickly, don't let our little brother wait too long," Susi said again, "Oh, no, now he should be called Wolfgang Gold."

The man shook his head and stood up, straightened his robe, and put the badge representing his identity straight, "You know, Susi, our little brother doesn't like the name Wolfgang Gold."

With a little more gloom in his eyes, he continued, "He prefers the name he gave himself."

"King Solomon."

The smile on Susie's face solidified. She sighed helplessly and whispered in Sa Qin's ear, "Sa Qin, he is your junior brother and the person you have sworn allegiance to, but he is definitely not your enemy. ”

The man said nothing and looked at the mirror on one side, looking at his face in the mirror. He always felt that this was not his face... it was indeed his face. He was too immersed in the world of dreams.

"Do you think we can succeed today?" The man couldn't help but ask, "There are not many containers that can be used. If there is no result, the price we paid will be meaningless."

"I don't know," Susie shook her head. "You know how futile artificial life is."

Susie's voice lowered, "We can build engines one by one, shape their steel bodies, and then start them with fuel and flames, but only life... we can create a replica that is exactly the same as a human being, but Only it cannot be made to have consciousness and a soul.”

"Real humans have no souls," the man's voice became stern, "Pure humans have no souls."

Susie murmured, "Then what should we do? How can we give life a forward momentum?"

"What exactly is missing from artificial life?"

Faced with Susie's questions, the man didn't know how to respond. In the end, he could only hug Susie gently and caress her deflated belly.

Sachin promised, "He will definitely survive."