Chapter 1030 The World’s Bet

"The moment of decision..."

Sai Zong savored this uncertain word, and his eyes tightened on Leviathan's golden mask. In the pure golden luster, Sai Zong could see his cruel reflection.

"Oh, is that so?"

Sai Zong's sight seemed to penetrate the barrier of the space suit, and he easily glimpsed the essence of Leviathan, its sticky, evil, and dark essence.

The nature of chaos.

Sai Zong asked, "Did you do all this just for this illusory possibility?"

"No matter how slim the chances of winning are, you still have to give it a try," Leviathan leaned against the wall and said nonchalantly, "If you refuse to try even if you try, what's the difference between just admitting defeat."

Sai Zong said with great expectation, "I hope I have the opportunity to witness that scene."

Leviathan gave an affirmative promise, "It will definitely happen. After all, all the devils should be present at the final decision."

A relieved smile appeared on Sai Zong's face, but then the smile became slightly bitter. At this time, he looked at the door in front of him, and an inexplicable emotion arose spontaneously. He wanted to move forward, but

All the muscles, bones and even instincts in the whole body are resisting.

Sai Zong... no, Samuel, the sin of wrath, he was afraid to bear the high price after he stepped into the door.

That is not a driving force such as original sin, but all the logic and survival instincts buried deep in the bottom of all consciousness.

"I'll do it."

Suddenly, Leviathan said, "After you deal with the Night King, I will kill you with my own hands, take away the authority you have, and strip away Samuel's power as well."

He ruthlessly announced his evil plan and unfolded the cruel grand plan before Sai Zong's eyes.

"You and your master, you will be the first player to be eliminated in this great dispute, and then the arrogant morning star. I will find a way to dim him forever, and then one after another.

Blood relatives..."

Leviathan slowly opened the golden mask, and in the turbid darkness, an eternally young face emerged, and his deep eyes looked at Sai Zong.

"In that not-too-distant future, at that moment of great decision, I will take away the authority of all my blood relatives and become the only winner."

Sai Zong has heard these terrifying words countless times, so he was not surprised at all and just continued what Leviathan said.

"It will also be then that my master and I will find eternal peace."

peaceful.

After a long period of time, Sai Zong finally realized that as long as the devil's power is still there and as long as this great dispute has not ended, the so-called peace will never come. All he can get by trying his best is to take a nap.

A brief moment of silence.

Yes, the devils are like this. They hate and attack each other, but they are also afraid of the dominance of one family. They obviously have the power of gods, but they fall into this hell again and again.

Sai Zong was tired, and so was his master. It was difficult to make such a choice, but in the end he did it.

"Hir," Sethon added, recalling King Solomon's name, "may I call you that?"

Hill smiled and said, "Of course, Hill, King Solomon, Jealousy, Leviathan, the names are just references to a certain thing, and my nature will not change just because of the change of title."

Sai Zong stared at Hill, at this great scholar, and at the same time at the mysterious devil.

He saw that under this heavy space suit, what was sealed was the essence of darkness and chaos. Two thoughts...countless thoughts were entangled together, separated from each other, condensed, and separated again in the changes of chaos.

Like an illusion, the chaotic darkness was like a mirror, reflecting Sai Zong's face, and then thousands of faces kept flashing back and forth in it. With the residue of vision, the faces gradually overlapped.

, like a huge computer analyzing the facial features of all humans and calculating a child of humanity that combines all the features.

The scene freezes, and Sai Zong sees the appearance of the Son of Man.

Seeing this face, Sai Zong suddenly understood everything. All the previous doubts were perfectly filled in, completing one or two of Hill's plans.

"Samuel put his self-consciousness into a long sleep and gave me the use of authority, so I became like this, a state between the devil and the chosen one."

Sai Zong withdrew his hand. Apart from being surprised, he couldn't help but feel shocked and...expected by Hill's crazy idea.

"And you, Hill, did you use this method to control the power of jealousy?" Sai Zong said in disbelief, "A bet, a bet with the devil."

It is not a transaction between blood contracts, nor is it a replacement between the devil's consciousness... Hill knows that once his consciousness is replaced, he will no longer be Hill, nor the so-called King Solomon, but a brand new one.

of Leviathan.

The isomer that transformed into the devil, like a puppet, is still driven by the original sin of jealousy.

So Hill made a bet with Envy.

A bet with the devil.

Sai Zong didn't know the content of the bet between Hill and Envy, but from what he was doing now, Sai Zong could guess a little bit, so he couldn't help but worry.

"Once you lose..."

"If you lose, you lose," Hill interrupted Sai Zong. "If you lose, it will come to an end. Let this dispute that tortures the world be completely ended. The souls of the world will worship the only king of devils, the leader of all evils.

."

Hill raised his hands as he spoke, as if he really wanted to surrender to the leader of all evils who did not exist yet.

Sai Zong said, "You are really a complete tyrant. You actually want to make decisions for everyone."

"Everyone? I have never considered everyone. Don't think of me as too great, Sai Zong," Hill confessed. "What I did was never a great idea like saving the world or rescuing human souls.

"

"what is that?"

"Revenge, revenge against the devil," Hill smiled, "and save the world at the same time."

Sai Zong shook his head. Even after knowing so much, he still was not optimistic about Hill. "Unfortunately, the winning or losing of this bet is not decided by you."

Hill suddenly took a step forward, and his voice gradually became distorted. The young voice and the turbid roar overlapped together, as if the two dominant consciousnesses of Hill and Jealousy were speaking to Sai Zong at the same time.

"But equally, winning or losing this bet has nothing to do with jealousy itself, right?"

Sai Zong was silent for a long time this time. He suddenly remembered what Hill said when Hill invited him to join his plan for the first time a long time ago.

From the beginning, Hill had no absolute certainty that Sai Zong could act according to his will, but he still did it. Hill's explanation for this was that he liked to gamble and was obsessed with betting all his chips on human nature.

above.

Now, Sai Zong can somewhat understand Hill's stubbornness and risk-taking.

"goodbye."

Sai Zong no longer wasted time and was no longer attached to this place. He walked into the door without looking back. After a brief twist, only Hill was left in the room.

The smile on his face faded, and turned into a touch of absolute coldness. Hill took bloated steps and sat on Sai Zong's throne made of swords.

This is a bet that uses the fate of mankind as a bargaining chip, and it is an ordinary soul that determines the outcome of the bet.

Hill straightened his sitting posture, his eyes seemed to penetrate the door and fell on the battlefield in the land of eternal night.

Just when Hill was about to be completely immersed in the majestic emotion of the approaching storm, bursts of strange noises caught his attention. Looking to the side of the darkness, he saw a wheelchair moving at an extremely slow speed.

Sitting there was an old man who shrunk beyond recognition.

Hill didn't know his name, but he remembered how he was called in the Undead Club.

Hill was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed uncontrollably. One second he was depressed by the changing situation, and the next second he saw this absurd scene. Maybe life is full of black humor like this.

"Why, I am old and immortal, you also want to participate in the carnival?"

The old immortal did not respond. He had been speechless many years ago. His withered hands struggled to fiddle with the wheel at an extremely slow speed that could not be detected by the naked eye. It was not known how long it took him to push himself here.

Hill sighed deeply and swept away all the pretentious emotions in his heart. Like a friendly passerby, he pushed the old immortal's wheelchair and sent him to the hell behind the door.

…

Sound, blood, death and resurrection.

With the intervention of the undead army, the majestic ether concentrated in the Butcher's Pit, and as the ether concentration continued to increase, the reality in this area became more and more fragile, and even the core of reality collapsed.

Arcs and sparks continued, and large ice crystals formed on the ground in violation of the laws of physics. The undead people did not notice these supernatural phenomena at all, or maybe they did, but didn't care at all.

On the edge of the Butcher's Pit, on the raised boulder petals, after the undead shared the pressure of the battlefield, Boluogo and the others felt at ease.

In fact, Boluogo and the others also wanted to join the torrent of killing, but after observing from a distance, they found that the fighting style of the undead was very wild. Except that Boluogo, who was also an undead, could withstand this intensity,

Others simply couldn't hold on for long.

Seeing such a strange scene for the first time, Xinda sighed repeatedly, "How crazy. Aren't they afraid of getting hurt at all?"

The undead hadn't fought for too long. He was completely devoted to this carnival, tearing the enemy's body to pieces, or being torn apart by the enemy. The pain of the sword slashing his body made them burst into tears of excitement.

Sere said, "They are the immortals. They are not even afraid of death, so how can they be afraid of getting hurt?"

The battlefield was like a meat grinder, with all kinds of scarlet juices splashing.

Xinda's face turned pale, "Then what's going on with this wild laughter?"

"Although I really don't want to admit it, many undead have such quirks," Sere said with a slightly embarrassed expression, "masochism. They are obsessed with pain. It seems that only the real reaction of the body can make them numb.

Realize that you are truly alive."

Xinda didn't know how to evaluate it, so she could only frown and look at it all.
To be continued...