Cupid's shriek and Ubo's short, majestic questions came from above.
The stage of articulating opinions. Fagle has elaborated, the vote has been taken, and now it's Cupid's turn.
"Teacher, what should we do?" Nese asked cautiously. They controlled the sound to a tiny area - a small patch of insignificant chaos surrounded by the source of order.
"You still ask." Xiqisi snorted disdainfully, "Didn't I explain it to you just now on the way?"
The second-hand information relayed by the harpy lost all kinds of details, and she had no idea of this. But there's no point in starting a conflict - it's just her nature.
"Bibi. The power of true chaos, the power of destruction, and the energy of disorder." Yicha cheered up and said.
He felt heavy in his heart, had chills, and felt like vomiting.
The authority of Cupid is much higher than that of angels. Fortunately for Ubo, the pressure on him to forgive Fagur for offending Cupid and bear the corresponding spiritual consequences was too great.
I have to calm down for a while, I'm afraid I won't be able to use "pardon" for a while.
Karabi Shan took out a simple demonized energy meter from his arms - they used the energy of the law and a spoon - hollowed out in the middle and embedded with crystals.
Yi Cha frowned at the unfortunate thing. Didn't Xikis tell them the location of the equipment room...
"The power of true chaos." He sighed and stretched out his hand.
Nese handed him the Yin Iron Scimitar. The warlock was very thoughtful, and even if Xikis forgot to mention it, he made several similar cracks on the blade in advance. At this point a piece of the tip can be easily removed.
Yicha used a spoon - really bad - to calculate the energy value of the Yin Iron fragment and threw it into the three fires of purgatory.
"." Shan Karabi helped him count.
"The power of destruction," Icha said.
Ifomie pulled out the cone of destruction and repulsion. He waved his hand. Seeing understanding, he handed over the spoon - which was really terrible.
Ifomie held a spoon in one hand and a gun in the other. Countless scarlet raindrops flew into the fire, and the pillar of fire burst into flames.
"." Nese said.
"Disordered energy." Yicha announced the next item.
"Me." Ivomed said dryly.
"Let him try." Yi Cha pointed at Shan Karabi.
"Let me do it!"
The captain didn't know when, but he brought the entire cult closer, with only a medium-sized casting pool between them - presumably because the angels did not cause any hindrance to them after the debate started.
Naruf couldn't help but raise his hand and stir in the air. The overwhelming disordered energy was driven by him, and a black tornado in the energy field of vision poured into the pillar of fire.
Yi Cha doesn't care.
Karabi Shan coughed and said, "."
Diavolo watched their inexplicable operations with wide eyes.
The flames pretended to twist and returned to their original shape. Nothing happened.
"Then what? What happened?" She suspected that she had missed it.
"I discovered that everything has its own rules." Yicha sighed. "It's a wonderful thing."
"Aha?"
"It's the same as spells, spells, and innate abilities. If you want to start, you need trigger elements. If you want a purpose, you need symbolic elements. Symbols can be language."
Nese, Shankarabi, and Hikisi nodded together—only two of them understood.
"What are you talking about? Boss." Diavolo was confused.
"You want to get close to the fire, don't you?"
Diavolo nodded.
"You were indeed born for it. But not for the end. But for the beginning."
Icha threw the bright red whip, the tail of the Son of Chaos, into the fire.
What a wonderful thing, he had another academic letter to write. To the author of "Distribution and Classification of Energy Sources in Chaos Hell". The ratio of the three energies is indeed meaningful, and the energy of the Son of Hell serves as the triggering factor.
He looked up to the sky.
At the end of countless backward rivers, the light of three inverted torches neatly cut the gray-black door into two parts.
Chaos hour twelve o'clock noon. The time of order should also be twelve noon - no matter which party it is, it should be a very meaningful time.
"Tell me." Diavolo realized that Icha was speaking to her.
"Um."
"The spread of chaos finally strikes." He said, pulling all the spirits around him back.
Diavolo was stunned.
Inexplicably, a warm feeling filled her heart.
this is correct. she knows. Just like those things that she couldn't understand, but felt deeply about.
"Chaos spreads and finally attacks." She said - she felt that it was not herself who was saying it, but Chaos Heaven and Earth.
Indeed, heaven and earth are speaking. The sound of hell.
Cupid shouted.
The pure black wind pushed back everything around the Three Fires of Purgatory.
The eyebrows were all attached to the brow bones, the hems of clothes, feathers, and curly or straight hair were blown back, and the forehead bangs of Nesse and Diavolo were lifted to the top of their heads.
The pillar of fire exploded, the three colors turned into pure black, expanded, rushed into the sky, and penetrated into the unreachable distance——
diffusion.
Like ink dispersed in swirling water.
The next second, black clouds formed in places that were too dense.
Thousands of backward-flowing sulfur rivers came to a standstill. Changed color. The dead-faced sky seemed to be wearing a strange spider-shaped mask.
All the rivers of sulfur began to break apart. come down.
Pure black fire rain.
Densely packed, each drop is so fast that it forms a long strip.
Pure black fire rain fell on all the spirits. Falling on the flesh, rusty iron, and burning earth.
"Look! This is the result of your delaying the opportunity!" Cupid said coldly.
There are high-ranking angels holding up the spiritual light that is an obstacle, but the fire rain passes through the angels without any obstacle, as if they are in a void with each other.
Only the demons bathe in the rain of fire.
Hiss... hiss...
The disordered energy, the power of destruction, the power of true chaos no longer exists - or they are part of the final chaos.
Now they finally wake up and become one.
Pure black energy rises.
Pure black energy rises from all demons.
Karabi Shan looked at his arms intently - he saw with his own eyes that the disordered energy in his body turned into this unreasonable and final power of chaos. He waved his hand casually, and the wind of energy directly cut off the Yin Iron Blade in Nese's hand. They looked at each other.
Three hands stretched out from the gap and quickly picked up Diavolo——
The other hand was faster than him, as if prepared, it held down the owner of the three pairs of hands.
"Beziriya," said Icha, "it's no longer necessary. You feel it."
"Just felt it. You're awesome."
The King of Demons smiled, and his six hundred crimson eyes were as bright as lamps, filled with evil spirits. "Whoever you are, I'm starting to like you."
The demons have regained their strength and are stronger than before. The power as opposed to perfect order. Repression no longer exists.
Beelzebub threw Diavolo to the ground and turned to rise.
The darkness, the great enemy of God, has returned.
"I request an adjournment of the debate!" Fagel shouted.
"The situation permits. A state of emergency can be entered." Wubo responded and took back the arbitration aura.
"feasible."
The sound of purity.
Seraphim flew down from the stone pillars.
Gabriel has returned from "Reflections".
Divine light radiates.
