What does it feel like to sell your soul to the devil?
no one knows. Because anyone who does this is crazy, and the Avengers of the Integration Movement are a prime example. When they still have sense, they just stand in front of the devil. Only when they are dying will their souls be held by the devil in exchange for unparalleled power.
But there are always exceptions to everything.
Human beings are very strange creatures. They are stupid, weak yet powerful, sensitive yet strong. Their bodies can be easily destroyed with a stone, and at the same time they can destroy a country with a wave of their hands. Their spirits are so fragile that they can cry bitterly over a trivial matter, but at the same time they can rely on their iron will to survive in natural disasters.
This is a race with a very low ceiling and a very high ceiling. They can be as twisted as maggots and humble as dust, or they can be as noble as angels and as powerful as gods. Any possibility will happen among them, even if it seems unbelievable.
After plundering countless souls, Mephisto came to the devil.
The door to becoming a god is not so easy to open. In order to gain power as quickly as possible, trading with the devil is the most effective way.
Countless unspeakable chaos and madness filled his mind, but Mephistopheles did not lose his heart and finally survived.
He became the devil himself.
The city celebration in Chernobog is about to reach its climax, and even Faust, who is standing high on the broadcast signal tower, can hear the cheers coming from the distance. Colorful neon lights give the entire city a dazzling coat, and even the dark clouds in the sky are dyed with color.
And the thunder and lightning dragon that appeared in the direction of Xicheng District was also regarded by some people as an unexpected surprise given to them by the government.
Faust looked back at Mephisto, who was standing next to the core. His eyes were completely immersed in black, without a trace of light. Mephisto only used this skill once, and once it was used, it would cause serious and irreparable damage to his own body. The last time he only affected a village, Mephistopheles has been using crutches since then, and his brain's control of his right leg has become extremely slow.
Moreover, the requirements for this skill are really harsh. Not only does it require powerful and crazy Origin Stone skills and soul, but it also requires a large enough and pure Origin Stone.
And the core of this broadcast tower perfectly meets Mephisto's requirements.
For Tallulah's plan, he came here to once again perform that evil skill that should only exist in imagination.
Faust turned around and put on his hood, tightened his clothes, and put the heavy crossbow and a black suitcase next to his legs. The box contains eight ore disease inhibitors, prepared for Mephistopheles.
Using that move would not only cause irreversible effects on his body, but also sharply deepen his infection, which could only be alleviated by injecting large amounts of ore disease inhibitors.
I hope this use will not have too severe an impact on Mephisto's brain.
The winter wind has stopped howling, and the cheers in the city are still noisy in Faust's ears, which makes people feel a little noisy. But he knew that soon these sounds would disappear and be replaced by countless cries and howls.
After all, that's how people should react when disaster strikes.
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The fighting in front of various city gates is still going on.
The fight between Leonid and W in Dongcheng District was extremely fierce, with a large number of explosions and ice chips flying around the two of them. It looked like a fireworks display at a winter ice and snow festival. Xing Yihuang from Nancheng District was still chasing the two brothers, Big Adam, but she started to make more fake moves and her attacks were not as fierce as at the beginning. Big Adam's chainsaw could also leave a mark on Xing Yihuang's body. The wound was healed quickly by the growler's medical warlock, but the overall situation was still progressing in a direction beneficial to the integration movement. It was extremely strange that there was no fighting between the two sides in Beicheng District. Both sides had heavy-armed operators form an iron wall at the front for defense. The rest were fishing in the back. Some Sakaz mercenaries were still fighting in the team. Got fried golden flowers.
The patriot from Xicheng District still stood motionless among the chaotic crowd, his feet seemed to be rooted in place. The same growler has no one to mess with him without a long-sighted mind. The big shield and halberd in the hands of the patriots are definitely the most deterrent things on the battlefield in Xicheng District, especially the thunder and lightning dragon in the sky of the Integration Movement. It will only be done after treatment.
So Valentine let the spirit behind him fly close to the ground several times. The huge thunder and lightning wings knocked away many soldiers of the Integration Movement, and also accidentally injured some members of the Growler.
Do you really think that the spirit behind Labor and Capital has no offensive capabilities? !
It doesn't matter if you accidentally injure an ally. Just treat the injury. If the Thunder Flying Dragon can't hit someone, it's just a leverage. The advantage that the Integrated Movement had just had was wiped out by a few close-to-the-ground flights of the Thunder Dragon, and the two sides once again reached a delicate balance point.
"I wonder why the deer-headed spirit didn't fight and just stood there. Is he waiting for something?" Valentine wielded a machete and chopped down an Integration Movement soldier before hiding back in the defense line. Since the beginning of the battle, his eyes have not left the Patriot. As long as the Patriot makes the slightest movement, he will swallow the pure Origin Stone in his hand and teach the other party to behave... ah, no, to behave like a deer.
But more than ten minutes had passed since the battle began, and Patriot hadn't even said a word. Valentine's left hand, which was holding the Origin Stone, was sweating a lot.
"Of course he is waiting for someone. What do you think he is waiting for?"
The sound of the system appeared in Valentine's ears.
"It can't be Tallulah..."
Valentin felt that the system was joking with him, and his heart immediately rose to his throat.
"Of course not."
Valentine breathed a sigh of relief, and his hanging heart relaxed.
"He's waiting for the signal to attack."
"What's going on..."
Valentin wanted to ask something else, but suddenly he felt a black consciousness rush into his mind, like a sledgehammer hitting his head hard, and his whole person suddenly froze in place. A mental pressure appeared in his mind. Valentin only felt that someone was tearing at his soul. Dozens of hands came from all directions and kept pulling at him, as if they wanted to pull his soul out of this body. Countless chaotic patterns appeared in his field of vision, making his brain dizzy. The entire world was distorted and turned blood red. The dark blue dragon in the sky also raised its head and roared towards the sky at this time, its thunder and lightning wings fell softly, and the whole dragon fell to the ground, overwhelming a group of soldiers who were as stunned as Valentine. Soon, the dark blue dragon turned into a huge current and disappeared from the ground, leaving only a mess.
"Damn...what is this?!"
After all, Valentine was an experimental subject who had been injected with the "key", and he was very resistant to this negative impact that directly hit the soul. Soon his scattered spirit was gathered together again. Valentin shook his head vigorously, stabbed the machete in his right hand on the ground and barely supported his half-kneeling body to prevent himself from falling. He endured a strong headache and opened his eyes.
Valentine raised his head, and the black halberd was only a few fingers away from his forehead. The patriot who had been standing still finally moved this time, and it only took a few seconds for Valentine to feel uncomfortable to tear open the Growlers' defense and hold the gate of the West City District in his own hands. in hand.
"what is that?"
Valentin endured the discomfort, stared at the patriot in front of him and asked questions, clenching his teeth.
The Patriot knew what Valentine was asking, but with the condition of his throat he could only keep his words short.
"Mephisto, mind control, soul level."
The words are concise and concise, and Mephisto's trump card is clearly stated.
"WTF?"
"Where is that guy?!"
Valentine's eyes turned red when he heard the name Mephistopheles. In the game's plot, Mephisto's soldiers are the most disorderly. They burn, kill, and loot the city, making countless players hate it. When the battle first started, Valentine kept in touch with people in the other three places and got the news that Mephistopheles did not appear in any place. Now it seems that he has been in Xicheng District all along and is still hiding in the dark.
The patriot moved his halberd away and stretched out his hand to help Valentine up. He has always respected those who are brave and responsible, no matter what race they are. If he and Valentine had not met on the battlefield, the patriot would be happy to make friends with him.
Valentine shook off the Patriot's extended hand and stood up tremblingly. They were surrounded by Integration Movement soldiers and Howler gang members. The battlefield that was still fiercely fought a second ago was extremely quiet at the moment. Black and white intertwined around Valentine, making him feel even more uncomfortable.
Valentine slowly turned around and looked around, and all he saw was the walking corpses, bodies that had lost their own thoughts.
An attack that directly hits the soul, no matter how powerful the spirit is, is as thin as a piece of paper in front of this attack.
"Mephisto is in the city, not here. His soul controls the entire city."
The Patriot's voice with the smell of Originium steam penetrated his ears. Valentine swayed, feeling that he had heard a big joke.
It took a long time before he said something.
"In other words, we failed?"
"terribly sorry."
The patriot nodded slightly. He raised his halberd and hit Valentine hard on the head.
Darkness enveloped his eyes, without any light.
A member of the Integration Movement carried Valentine on his shoulders, and at the same time raised the machete in his hand and slashed the neck of a growler member who was still in a daze next to him.
The soul impact only lasts a moment, but the sequelae it leaves will last for a while.
After a popping sound, a sea of black and red appeared on the ground. White evil ghosts stood on the sea and looked at the city in front of them.
"Chernobog..."
A huge explosion suddenly sounded, countless flames burst out from the city wall, and a large hole dozens of meters wide appeared on the city wall. Large pieces of debris were thrown into the sky by the impact, like a rain of metal and cement.
All the members of the integration movement turned around, looked at the flames behind them that could burn everything, raised their weapons, and shouted a woman's name loudly.
"Tallulah!"
In the blazing flames, only one person stood. She was wearing the costume of an Ursus noble, and the hem of her skirt was burned black and red by the flames, as sharp and dangerous as black thorns. Hanging from her waist was a large black Victoria sword, its handle reddened by the heat. The orange-red ribbon tied around her left arm fluttered in the heat, and the white double helix emblem shone in the light of the flames.
The surrounding surviving walls began to melt, gradually turning into a pool of red liquid. Tallulah looked at the inner city of Chernobog, which was filled with flames and explosions in the distance, and gave her final instructions.
"attack."
Chernobog has fallen!
