The fallen demons raised their heads and felt for the first time that this world was too crazy.
Even Andariel was rubbing his eyes.
Twelve pseudo-domain-level fallen demon wizards desperately hit themselves on the head with the ghost-headed branches in their hands. They feel that as a mage-type monster, it is very dangerous to have such hallucinations and not be able to figure out the reality of illusion.
All the monsters once thought that this was a joke by another demon, Belial, who was in charge of illusions and lies, because only he could do it to this extent.
Where did that giant demon with ferocious bone wings and black mist go? Like a pillar in the center of the world, it exudes such a overwhelming aura of destruction. Such a super giant body, such a conspicuous and terrifying existence.
Just disappeared in the blink of an eye?
No, in fact, before tracing the whereabouts of that huge demon, we should investigate something more fundamental, that is, where did the dark world shrouded in the black mist of destruction that I originally lived in go?
Looking at the bright, clear blue sky above. There was also the big brazier sun hanging high on it, which gradually began to make itself feel the heat. The remaining thousands of fallen demons began to bang their heads on the ground in confusion.
Due to their insanity, today is simply supernatural to these battle-experienced little things. Perhaps they have experienced more brutal and bloody battles, but this kind of weird battle is unique.
From the original world of yellow sand, a battlefield dominated by one's own momentum, he was suddenly pulled into a world of darkness. The adventurer who was originally the fish on their chopping block suddenly transformed into a fish that they had never met even in hell. , as if a huge demon from ancient times had crossed over and killed him till his death.
That's all. Why, why does it suddenly change into the scene in front of me? ! !
This is deep in the western desert, boss. Even after escaping from that dark world, it was still a scene of yellow sand filling the sky. How could it be the current calm, sunny, and golden world?
If all this is an illusion, who else but the Demon King Belial could trick himself into such a mess?
For a moment, this thought began to grow even in Andariel's heart. After all, this plan was all planned by Belial. Coupled with the fact that he is the devil of illusions and lies, these factors combined make it really hard to believe that it has nothing to do with it.
However, if everything was just an illusion, what about those dead fallen demons? Where did you go?
Clear skies. Under the scorching sun, Andariel, his men, and nearly 10,000 monsters just stood there in the desert, confused and at a loss.
Shining under an inexplicable golden beam, even in the white light of the scorching sun, it stood out from the crowd and was very conspicuous. Seeing this scene, more than a dozen fallen demons subconsciously raised their heads.
The other Sinking Demons were all in a daze, and the movements of the dozen or so Sinking Demons that raised their heads seemed very abrupt, so they subconsciously followed the movements of the dozen or so Sinking Demons, raising their heads together, and spread the word. From hundred to thousand.
In the blink of an eye, all the fallen demons raised their heads. Face the dazzling sunlight and squint your eyes.
The center of the sun is the most dazzling place. It seems that there is a black spot?
"Boom!!"
The black spots grew bigger and bigger, fell down, making a big crater on the face, and then, wearing armor. Wearing a crown and a pair of horns of the Demon King, symbolizing majesty, nobility and corruption, slowly appeared in the sight of all the monsters as the dust fell.
The clone of Azmodan, the Demon King of Original Sin, has finally arrived.
It turned out to be Lord Azmodan. Who do I think it is?
Walk between illusion and reality. The Sinking Demon, who was almost insane, was frightened a lot. When he saw it was Azmodan, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
Only the dozen or so fallen demons raised their heads first. There is still a question in my mind.
What on earth is that golden beam of light that shines down?
Azmodan made his grand appearance and fell like a meteor. He half-crouched in the pit and slowly stood up. That tall and majestic figure couldn't help but make all the fallen demons look up at him. His eyes flashed with a scarlet warlike light. He took a deep breath. It looked like he was about to have a villain to help "Three Crazy Laughs", which is a must-have for his debut.
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"Ha ha !!"
Time suddenly stopped, and Azmodan's laughter stopped in shock.
No, it's not a pause, it's just slowing down a hundred times, a thousand times.
The fallen demons were about to go crazy, and again, the world changed in the blink of an eye. They felt like they were guinea pigs in the hands of the mage, being thrown into fire, water, buried in the ground, or It's a dangerous experimental magic circle, trying both physical and mental torture.
Just kill me! !
This is the cry of despair in the heart of this mysterious fallen demon.
But at the next moment, they immediately felt the difference of this change.
Wisps of huge golden beams gradually spread on the sand. The fine sand on the sand reflected the golden light and reflected each other, forming a golden world.
There seems to be a vast and majestic hymn. Singing in this golden world, it is like the holy light that can only be radiated by a hundred four-winged angels.
But if you listen carefully, it turns into the devil's tempting whispers in your ears, just like the legendary forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden that even the seraphim are tempted to commit suicide, causing these fallen demons to instantly fall and become lost. in.
That may be upright and upright, or it may be evil. It penetrated into the soul of every fallen demon bit by bit, and even the soulless clones of Andariel and Azmodan were lost and lost their ability to think.
All the emotions in the soul, such as doubt, fear, panic, anger, and despair, seemed to be washed away, leaving only blankness and tranquility.
Yes, tranquility, that is something these fallen demons have never felt before. Their souls are always filled with evil and killing. How to kill the enemy, how to cut up their corpses, drink the hot blood, and eat the fresh flesh and bones. Killing and being killed, eating and being eaten, are the eternal themes of the Fallen Demon.
They feel it in their souls. Many things have been taken away, leaving them blank, open, and naked, bathing in this golden world.
Don't think about it, don't listen, don't care, and even forget everything around you and your own existence. Only those eyes were attracted by the golden beam, slowly in this world where time slowed down a thousand times. Lifting his chin bit by bit, as if on a pilgrimage, his eyes followed the most dazzling golden beam of light.
In the sky, the figure bathed in a golden halo is the source of all golden light beams and the master of this golden world.
The scorching sun of the desert also receded in this golden color. It withdrew its proud sunshine and shrank obediently behind the golden halo to serve as a foil. The golden halo replaced the existence of the sun and spread the golden light all over the earth, announcing its glory in an upright manner. Huge presence.
The figure wrapped in a golden halo. When did it appear there? These fallen demons were incomprehensible, just a few seconds ago. Azmodan fell from the sky, and it didn't exist yet. But at this time, it was like the sun in the sky. It's as if Eternity exists here, and I don't know when I came or where I'm going.
The figure bathed in the halo, the owner of this golden world, has a hazy figure, full of mysterious aura. It exudes the aura of heaven and hell at the same time, like a fallen angel. Also like the pure white devil.
Between the puffs of golden light, they finally saw its appearance clearly.
It's him! !
The monsters were stunned.
Not only was he bound by their power, but he also transformed into a huge demon, causing them to suffer several killings. It can be said that this human adventurer is the source of all their suffering.
This time, he transformed into this form again. No, it should be said that there was not much change. It was just that the pair of eyes, the dark pupils, turned into a round of golden light, looking down at the ground with a god-like posture and majesty.
However, it is just a change in a pair of pupils. For these monsters, the changes are even greater than before when they transformed into the giant demons.
I lost my ability to think for an unknown amount of time. Finally, this golden world that seemed to have stood still changed.
The scarlet pupils of tens of thousands of fallen demons reflected this scene, the figure in the golden halo, that mysterious human adventurer. He raised a long sword high.
What kind of sword is that? The Sinking Demon cannot be described in his crude language.
I just felt that as the long sword bathed in golden light was raised, the entire world, time and space. They all seemed to be absorbed into it.
This sword is a world. this world. condensed into this sword.
He holds the authority of heaven and earth, and controls the life and death of all things.
The evil of the world?
The sword of time and space?
The eternal sword?
The sword of life and death?
It seems that it is not enough to explain everything about this sword. That is a higher level, more terrifying existence; an existence that even touches an impossible realm; an existence that is simply unimaginable with the wisdom of these fallen demons.
At this moment, the figure with golden halo completely merged with the sword. When the long sword was raised high and the tip pointed directly at the sky, the monster below suddenly felt suffocated.
They can't breathe.
Not only that, their bodies seemed to be suffering from some kind of terrible pain, and they twisted violently, and the scarlet skin surface began to disappear into spots of light.
This is a force they cannot understand. These monsters find that this space is repelling them, this world is repelling them, every inch of space around them, and every floating particle. Every grain of sand underfoot is desperately rejecting their existence.
All things, the whole world, are alive. Lifeless, even insubstantial time roars, roaring to expel them. It seems like they are the only foreign objects in this world. It's something that absolutely shouldn't appear.
What frightens them even more is that even their own souls are rejecting themselves. Seeing themselves being rejected by foreign objects, seeing themselves turning into little specks of light and disappearing, they are not surprised at all in their hearts. There was a surge of joy, as if this was a matter of course.
Even fear is gone.
Above the sky, the figure in the golden halo looked at everything below with its golden pupils. There is no emotion, that cold and majestic gaze. Look at everything like a scale. They are all filled with an almost cruel sense and fairness.
When the tip of the sword was raised to the highest point, "he" took one last look at the ground. The raised sword turned into a graceful arc and pointed diagonally at the ground, his lips trembling slightly. A low, but resounding syllable that resounded throughout the world, ringing in the ears of every fallen demon on the ground, slowly sounded.
"die."
The tens of thousands of monsters whose bodies were twisted and whose skin gradually turned into spots of light seemed to have received their fate, and all of them disappeared into nothingness in an instant.
In the silent desert, there are tens of thousands of fallen demons. There is no difference between the Sinking Magic Wizards, including the twelve pseudo-domain-level elite Sinking Magic Wizards, and the clones of Azmodan and Andariel. All disappeared into thin air. Not leaving any trace behind, their presence seemed to be swallowed up by the world on the soft sand. Even their footprints have disappeared.
The world fell into silence again, until the long sword suddenly disappeared out of thin air, and the golden world seemed to have lost its support. The figure that was in pieces and lost its golden halo, closed its eyes simply, and the body floating in the air fell crookedly.
The sun, which was originally hiding behind, seemed to have given permission, and once again radiated domineering and dazzling sunshine, completely like a mountain without tigers. Hu Hansan, the monkey king, is back again.
Although there is softer sand below. But falling from a height of hundreds of meters after losing consciousness is not a good thing for adventurers. But it doesn't matter, there is still our Holy Lady, a white light flashed across her chest, and the holy and beautiful light enveloped the falling body. In the white halo, Saint Alice with long moonlit hair floated down gently hugging her beloved.
Pointing her toes to the ground, Alice gently placed the body in her arms on the sand. Her jade fingers couldn't wait to reach the tip of the other person's nose and probed for a moment before she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Why do nothing good happen to me every time I wake up?"
Her troubled silver eyes blinked gently, and she fanned her slender and beautiful hair one by one. Our saintly lady puffed out her mouth and muttered, seeing someone sleeping soundly, even a flash of light flashed at the corner of her mouth. There was a hint of crystal water on his sleeping face, and he could not help but feel angry and evil in his heart.
"Obviously he is just a servant, but he still wants me to serve him. He always bullies me, rubs her face, and makes trouble when he is sleeping. He wakes me up again. She doesn’t want to be obedient, working as a cow or a horse. She is just a servant, just a servant.
Alice was complaining endlessly, as if she wanted to wake the other person up, and slapped the sleeping face left and right with moderate force, which made her moan more and more. The more unbalanced my heart became, the faster my hand speed increased intentionally or unintentionally, until it brought out an afterimage, and the sound of slapping sounds was like a burst of rain.
