"

Boluogo ignored Leviathan and turned his attention back to the way he came. Those seemingly ordinary posters took on a whole new meaning at this moment.

They are like a scroll, recording different scenes in Boluogo's past life, as if a photographer carefully shot them and then processed them later... It is as if the entire corridor is the timeline of his life, the progress bar of the movie.

However, as he continued on, Borlogo gradually realized that the posters recorded much more than he had imagined.

He does not appear in many posters, replaced by the faces of Jeffrey, Lebius and others, and the content recorded is the invasion of Overlord Xilin and the secret war.

Boluogo continued to move forward, and the poster in front of him seemed to turn into a long flowing history scroll. He saw the heroic figures of the previous directors of the Order Bureau, then King Solomon Hill in the Fall of the Holy City, and also

There are demons dancing in the wrath of the scorched earth. Those demons are struggling wildly in the flames, trying to break free...

What this corridor records is not only Boluogo's life, but also the changes in the entire world and the entire process of a grand event.

Boluogo glimpsed the intertwining of the past and the future, and the inextricable connections between himself and the world. His heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, and his breathing became rapid. He knew that he was standing at a critical moment to reveal the truth.

"Then..." Boluogo looked towards the end of the corridor and the location of the movie theater. He was not as hostile as before, and his tone was much softer. "Then, can I see the ending of all this from there?"

"No," Leviathan shook his head, "the bet has not yet been completed, and the movie has not ended, not to mention that the dispute has not yet determined the real winner."

Boluogo didn't take it seriously, "Sure enough, is it still related to the bet?"

"That's right. As for everything at the moment, I just like to use movies as a means of expression," Leviathan elaborated. "Because of this common hobby, the relationship between me and Belphegor is not so tense."

Boluogo took a deep breath, tried to regain his composure, and followed Leviathan honestly towards the end of the trip.

Along the way, Boluogo's eyes were attracted by the posters on the wall from time to time. Most of those posters had his face printed on them, as if he had become the undisputed protagonist of the movie.

As the pace progressed, familiar pictures flashed before Boluogo's eyes, arousing memories deep in his heart, such as the chaos of the timeline, the shattering of reality, the plague of decay, the upside-down world, the eternal blood tax... these

The extraordinary disasters we experienced are now reproduced on posters.

They are like sharpening stones for Bologg, polishing his originally rough steel into the sharp sword it is today, with a sharp edge.

When Bologg approached the movie theater, the posters on the wall were also fixed on the scene of Bologg killing the Maw of the Abyss on the street. Moving forward, there were only empty picture frames left on the wall.

Waiting for new stories to fill it.

"Belphegor, here I come."

Leviathan pushed open the door at the end of the corridor, and the sound echoed in the chaotic darkness.

In the dim cinema hall, the weak light barely outlines the outline of the seats. Belphegor's figure sits alone in the middle of the auditorium. It is a viewing position with a wide field of vision and excellent immersion.

Belphegor heard Leviathan's shout, which echoed in the empty theater, breaking the quiet atmosphere. He turned his head, looked through the dim space, and looked at the two figures at the door.

At the same time, the picture on the big screen also changed, as if time stood still at this moment, leaving a still image behind the originally flowing picture.

Leviathan walked towards the auditorium with brisk steps, a cheerful smile on his face, as if he was here just to discuss the movie.

He said, "I'm sorry, you know, this is my first time trying to shoot a movie. In the editing of many clips, I admit that it does seem a bit rough and not refined enough."

Leviathan continued cheerfully, "Besides, the movie hasn't been finished yet, so this can only be regarded as a test screening."

Belphegor looked at Leviathan expressionlessly, his eyes were deep and unpredictable, and it was impossible to judge from his expression whether he was satisfied or disgusted with the movie. However, he did not interrupt Leviathan.

Frankly, he turned back and continued to watch the movie intently.

The picture on the big screen started to flow again, as if the river of time had restarted its flow. It was only at this time that Boluogo noticed the content in the picture.

He saw his own figure appear on the screen, standing in front of the counter of the jewelry store, looking at the fire opal ring in his hand. This scene was so familiar and vivid, as if it was a part separated from his memory.

"From a human perspective, this movie is indeed a bit too long," Leviathan explained, his voice echoing in the darkened theater with an indescribable charm, "So I

Some time in advance, Belphegor started watching it. Now we are just in time for the final stage of the movie, and we can also take this opportunity to talk directly about the distribution of power."

Leviathan walked into the auditorium and sat on Belphegor's left hand side. Then he motioned for Bologger to sit on Belphegor's right hand side. The two of them sandwiched Belphegor between them.

He asked in a flattering manner, "How about my blood relatives? It's actually quite interesting, right?"

"Um."

Belphegor responded calmly, his eyes moved away from the big screen, and the picture on the screen froze.

He looked at Leviathan curiously, and some emotions finally appeared on his stiff face, which was surprise and disbelief coming from the depths of his soul.

"It's amazing that you can actually imagine such a bet and plan such a conspiracy," Belphegor laughed self-deprecatingly, "It seems that the other blood relatives will not complain when they lose at your hands.

"

Leviathan enjoyed Belphegor's praise, his face full of intoxication.

Belphegor then set his sights on Boluogo and said meaningfully, "He is the key to the bet? He will decide all this?"

Bologger listened carefully to the conversation between Belphegor and Leviathan, from which he could infer that Belphegor should have learned about the bet that has been implemented throughout the ages from this movie, but he, as an insider,

Still not qualified to know.

"You know, I am a complete gambler at my core. Otherwise... I wouldn't be able to climb to the peak of my current strength step by step."

Leviathan's voice was low and magnetic, and every word was full of determination and belief. He approached Belphegor, and his handsome face became more and more profound and charming in the dim environment, and in Belphegor's eyes

, but this face seems to have been magnified countless times, and every detail is so clear that it is heart-stopping.

Belphegor stared intently at Leviathan's abyss-like eyes. This time, his gaze seemed to penetrate that gorgeous skin and reach directly into the depths of Leviathan's soul.

There, Belphegor saw a destructive chaos intertwined with ink-black tar and scarlet runes, in which two powerful wills continued to compete and collide...

It seems that there is an endless war being fought inside Leviathan's body.

"Once you lose in this game, everything will be in vain. All your efforts and contributions will become the wedding dress of my blood relative. He will take over everything from you effortlessly and enjoy your victory.

of fruit.”

Belphegor's voice became unusually serious, his expression was solemn and majestic, and his eyes were as burning as torches.

At this moment, he truly showed his true demeanor as a devil who dominates his destiny, instead of the decadent soul who had been hiding in the cinema.

Leviathan did not show any panic when he heard this, and a confident smile appeared on his lips again, "You are right, but similarly, once I win, I will completely defeat everyone and become the final winner.

Or, I will end your era and start a new era."

"But whether this new era will come or not, it is not up to you to decide," Belphegor's eyes fell on Boluogo again, "but him...why?"

Belphegor frowned, his tone full of puzzlement and confusion, "Why do you take such an approach? I fully understand the necessity of a bet, but you have the ability to choose safer conditions, so why do you have to place your hopes?

To such an unreliable human will?”

His voice echoed in the dim cinema hall, as if he was asking the air.

Belphegor paused and continued, "I have witnessed too many once noble souls fall. You should also understand how fragile and changeable human will is. If you leave the fate of the world to such a being to decide,

Is it really wise?”

Leviathan leaned back on the chair and looked deeply at the big screen in front of him. The camera was fixed on the fire opal ring, and the blurry face of Boluogo was reflected in the gorgeous colors.

He said softly, "But...don't you think it's interesting? Put all your bets on that trace of humanity and see whether it will be the victory of humanity or the defeat of humanity in the end."

Leviathan's laughter gradually became terrifying, revealing a kind of cynical madness. This was not the first time he had done this. Leviathan had already played with human nature as early as Gray and Xilin.

Observed their choices in desperate situations.

"I am only responsible for creating the conditions and environment for a choice. It is never me who really makes the choice, but humanity itself." There was a hint of sarcasm and joking in Leviathan's voice, "This is a game.

A game about the fate of the world."

Belphegor fell into a long silence, as if he was deeply shocked by Leviathan's words.

Finally, he sighed quietly, unable to suppress his inner emotions, and couldn't help laughing loudly. The laughter was intertwined with Leviathan's terrifying laughter, like two dark melodies reverberating in the theater.

.

"Oh my god, you are so crazy!" Belphegor exclaimed, "You are more like a real devil than any devil."

His words were full of recognition and admiration for Leviathan, "You are right, this is so interesting! Nothing can demonstrate extraordinary value more than victory in this way."

"Right!" Leviathan turned his head excitedly, and smiled at each other with Belphegor. The two devils seemed to have found a close friend, and laughter kept coming and going in the darkness, creating a strange and joyful atmosphere.

However, Boluogo couldn't understand their conversation at all and was incompatible with the hustle and bustle. He looked confused, as if he was isolated in another world.

After the laughter, Belphegor's breath suddenly became weak. He seemed to have lost all his strength and slumped down on the chair.

He stared at the screen and said in a low voice, "It's really good, Leviathan. This is really a shocking movie... It is undoubtedly the most exciting story I have ever seen."

He tilted his head slightly and asked with a hint of confusion, "What's its name?"

"Playing against the devil." Leviathan replied softly.

"Oh..." Belphegor took a deep breath, and with another exhalation, he seemed to spit out his soul. His body seemed to have been drained of all life, and shrank on the chair, looking extremely...

exhausted.

He murmured, "You allowed me to witness such a magnificent story and learn all your secrets. You used this magnificent epic and the endless poems I pursued at the expense of making me give up my own power..."

Belphegor suddenly interrupted his thoughts and asked, "What if I refuse? What should you do?"

There was a trace of cruelty in Leviathan's smile, "Then what else can I do? You already know all my secrets, so I have no choice but to kill you, right?"

"Too."

Belphegor nodded with a wry smile. He recalled what he had seen in the film, the establishment of the Bureau of Order, the truth about the decision-making room... everything, Belphegor laughed to himself. He once naively thought that the Bureau of Order

It can become a barrier for him to resist other blood relatives, but now he realizes that he has already fallen into the trap carefully designed by Leviathan, no, King Solomon Hill.
To be continued...