"We always wait for others to save us, but we never think that the only thing that can save us is the knife in our own hand."
The cold and windy Daxia border.
A group of people wearing blood-red clothes stood quietly.
They all have the same pattern on their chests, a devil totem rotating counterclockwise.
The leader was a slender man with a blood-colored mask on his face. He was holding a pale human skull in his hand and murmuring intoxicatedly.
"The Demon Lord's Apocalypse once said this wise saying."
"When the cold-blooded heaven stretches out its claws on earth."
"The great demon kings will crawl out of hell."
"Standing on the top of the mountain, it roared in a shocking way."
"But why don't you believe in the Demon Lord's Revelation?"
The bloody masked man threw the human skull to the ground and kicked it into the ruins of the burning city not far away.
A broken flag lay among the ruins.
The statue of Buddha on the flag was burned black by the flames.
This place was once a Buddhist country in Southeast Asia close to Bactria.
But now, this ancient national capital has been reduced to ruins, filled with smoke and war.
In the ruins, an old man with a white beard fell to the ground in panic.
He is the supreme leader of the Buddhist kingdom.
But overnight, he witnessed the capital of the Buddhist Kingdom being captured by this group of villains.
This group of villains appeared out of nowhere and were extremely powerful. Each of them could easily kill the guards of the Buddhist capital. They also had the ability to summon demons.
Nowadays, in the capital of the Buddhist Kingdom with a population of 300,000, the number of dead people has reached at least 130,000 to 40,000. Corpses are piled up in mountains everywhere, blood drifts into the sea, and there is an atmosphere of bloody death.
The old man with a white beard was hiding tremblingly in the ruins. He suddenly saw a miniature light propagation machine supported by Daxia not far away. It was as compact as a normal mobile phone. He was lucky enough to survive this catastrophe.
He reached out tremblingly, reaching for the machine with all his strength.
As long as a message for help can be sent to Daxia, the Buddhist Kingdom will be saved...
However, a foot wrapped in black cotton stepped down hard.
Bang! The white-bearded old man's arm was trampled off on the spot.
Seeing the pale hand bones piercing the flesh, the old man with the white beard let out a heart-rending scream.
"ah!!!"
"Listen, what a beautiful sound, it's like playing a welcome song to the devils."
The man in the blood-colored mask stepped on the severed arm of the old man with the white beard, smiled morbidly and intoxicatedly, and raised his palms high.
"Demon kings, the world is ready to welcome you."
"We should have our hegemony in the East."
"We should be off limits in the East."
"Not that pathetic and ridiculous Himalayan prophet."
"Who are you...?!" the white-bearded old man asked with eyes wide open.
The corner of the blood-colored masked man's mouth curved into a cruel smile, and he stretched out his hand to slowly lift off a corner of the mask.
The old man with the white beard trembled all over, his eyes were filled with disbelief, his head went blank, noises roared in his ears, and he was speechless.
"How can it be......"
"How could that Chief of General Staff..."
The blood-colored masked man raised his palm and laughed ferociously: "You know everything you need to know. Now you have two choices, either I will send you to hell, or you can hold up the Demon King's Apocalypse and welcome the arrival of the Demon King with me."
The thick black book was thrown in front of the old man.
The old man trembled all over, suddenly grabbed the Demon King's Apocalypse, and roared unwillingly: "Absolutely impossible! That Chief of General Staff will never appear here! I want to live! I want to go to Daxia alive! Even if I die, I won't believe it. !”
"Haha, then I'm afraid you don't have a chance."
The bloody masked man smiled strangely.
The black devil's apocalypse emits black mist, pouring into the ears of the white-bearded old man, as if spreading along the pipes, the old man's eyes gradually turn into pure black, and he no longer roars angrily, but calms down mysteriously. .
The bloody masked man raised his head and looked up at the dim sky.
At this moment, the sky is above the ruins of the Buddhist capital.
Seven looming huge black shadows have already appeared.
Each black figure is just the tip of the iceberg, full of darkness, chaos, disorder, chaos, morbidity, chaos, and bloody scenes. It is blood, flesh, endless wailing, and ten thousand huge eyes staring at the world.
"Demon kings, welcome to your arrival."
In the darkness falling from the sky, the figure in the blood-colored mask looked like a conductor at an international concert. He held the baton and bent slightly with grace, whispering softly as a gentleman.
"let us......."
"Bring... to this hometown..."
"Destruction and disaster cannot arise."
...
same moment.
Free Continent, deep in the Amazon forest.
There is another bloody masked man standing above the temple.
What he looked up at was a towering giant tree, with a terrifyingly huge black snake entangled at its roots.
Deep in the North Sea, under the deep sea, bright purple light spreads across the cracks on the seabed.
In the crack, there was also a man in a blood-colored mask, dragging an extremely fat white fat insect and crawling towards the outside of the crack.
Vatican City in the west, in the Basilica of Jesus.
Jesus, who originally failed to escape and was kneeling at the door of the church, has been relocated back inside the church using heavy machinery by the church.
But at this moment, blood-red tears continued to flow from the face of the Jesus statue.
Moby stood in front of the statue of Jesus, staring with complicated eyes and sighing helplessly. If even you, Heavenly Father, are always crying, then who will save this dark and chaotic world?
Moby didn’t know what was going on in the world, but he knew that Jesus’ tears of blood were definitely a bad sign.
So Moby put on his red robe, dragged his weak body, and found the old pope who had mutated into a monster.
In the bright attic, the old pope was like a mountain of flesh, lying feebly on the sofa. The springs of the sofa had been broken a lot, and a lot of fat had been squeezed under the sofa, exuding a strong and pungent smell of sweat. smell and fishy smell.
Looking at young Moby, the old pope struggled to smile.
His voice was so muddy that it sounded like a thousand flutes shouting.
"Moby...did you feel it too?"
Feel?
Moby nodded silently.
He knew that the old pope had some divinity before he mutated.
Although he has mutated into a monster now, he can still feel the changes in the statue of Jesus without going out, and a sense of disaster is coming to the world.
"Yes, the Jesus statue shed tears of blood."
Moby asked in a deep voice: "Pope, is the legend of angels true? How should we find angels? The suffering in the world is too much for us to survive alone."
The old pope struggled to twist his fat, pig-like head and looked toward the east.
"The angel's fire is kindled in the east..."
"The war dance on the top of the Alps also appeared in the East..."
"Where to look... How can you not know yet..."
