Chapter 1124 Death

After passing through the barrier of the material world, Bologg once again stepped into the etheric realm. Standing on the cracked, broken and collapsed ice sheet, Bologg could see from this cruel scene the madness of the devils fighting each other.

, in this final decisive battle, each devil devoted its full strength and vowed to put the other party to death.

What surprised Boluogo was that the turbulent ethers actually calmed down as time went by. Apart from the devastation that had not yet healed, the ether world seemed particularly peaceful, as if the battle between devils had already begun.

It ended some time ago.

Did they decide the ultimate winner?

Boluogo moved forward in confusion, subconsciously clenching the sword and ax in his hand, even though the sword and ax in his hand was already full of fatal cracks.

In the final blow to kill the Silent Man, Boluogo devoted everything he had to detonating the core of the Light, and was able to break off the Silent Man's crown and completely shatter his existence.

In the endless stream of light, the figure of the Silent Man disappeared and disappeared, the lava raged, the volcano erupted, the excess ether overwhelmed reality, and the entire island where the two were fighting also embarked on a complete destruction, turning invisible.

The dust particles dissipate.

In this massive destruction, as one of the belligerents, Boluogo himself was also affected to a certain extent.

The Silent One's desperate counterattack left a series of terrifying sword marks on Bolog's body. Although Bolog was already the crowned one, this injury was not enough to kill the ethereal body, but Bolog

Ge was still greatly affected by this. His ether intensity dropped a lot, and he was a little depressed and exhausted.

Even the ten-horned crown above the head was broken into cracks at this time, and the broken residue floated on the left and right sides of the crown, like pieces of solidified light spots.

Boluogo thought that maybe this was the price for killing the crowned one.

Fortunately... everything is coming to an end.

Boluogo moved forward steadily, crossing the broken ice fields and crossing the melting, yet unfrozen lake. His feet waded through the shallow water. As he moved forward unswervingly, the black storm was silent.

The ground stood before Bologo's eyes.

There was no sound of wind or ripples in the ether. The pitch-black storm was like an illusion, standing in the ether world like an unfathomable black hole, eating up all the light and all the hope.

Boluogo stopped in front of the dark storm and raised his head with great effort. He could see thousands of ghosts flying silently along the rotation of the storm.

"Secret source?"

Boluogo was puzzled.

Obviously, what stands in front of Boluogo at this moment is the secret source incarnated by the eighth person. But now, the blazing white sacredness is no longer replaced by absolute darkness, as if the secret source has emerged from the dispute.

He failed and became a slave of the devil, and was corrupted and degraded.

Boluogo knitted his brows together and stepped into the dark storm without saying a word.

In an instant, countless darkness gathered. They surrounded Boluogo, wrapped around him, and blocked Boluogo's vision. But strangely, Boluogo did not feel any air flow on his body.

There is no moving touch, not even the slight feeling of coolness.

nothingness.

This is the only feeling that the dark storm brings to Bologe. The black airflow seems to have no entity at all. It takes away all the light and all the senses. Bologg's eyes are filled with darkness, and he can only rely on

With his own will and a sense of direction that has become unreliable, he moves forward slowly.

In the hazy darkness, Bologg couldn't help but think of the evil he had faced in this world, the Darkness of Annihilation. But unlike the Darkness of Annihilation, the pitch-black storm did not harm Bologg himself.

Doubts filled Boluogo's mind. He tried to summon the ether to dispel the darkness in front of his eyes, or to control the ice under his feet and erect a few signposts to prevent himself from getting lost in the storm.

But at this moment, Boluogo was surprised to find that the surrounding ether no longer listened to Boluogo's call. They seemed to have minds, hiding from something, and quickly escaped from here, so that in this world full of ether

Here, such an etheric vacuum actually formed.

not only that.

As Boluogo moved forward, Boluogo was keenly aware that the operation of his own alchemical matrix was also becoming slower, as if there were layers of soul scars covering it, putting heavy shackles on it.

, immobilizing Bologo's alchemical matrix.

Little bits of light flickered from Boluogo's eyes and disappeared into the darkness.

Boluogo was stunned for a moment, and looked up, only to see that his ten-horned crown was continuously extending cracks, collapsing into shining fragments.

The light is fleeting, like a faint spark.

Boluogo just watched quietly, not noticing any external interference. The ten-horned crown gradually disintegrated and collapsed, and all the light disappeared in the darkness.

Very strange...

Before doing this, Boluogo would have felt panic and confusion, thinking that there was someone in the darkness who was far more powerful than the crowned one and was launching an offensive against him. It might be Hill who was devoured by the original sin, or it might be someone who had returned.

Visitors from outer space.

No matter who the enemy is, Boluogo will be like a duelist, gripping his sword and ax tightly, arching his body, ready to kill the powerful enemy emerging from the darkness at any time.

But at this moment, Boluogo's heart was unexpectedly calm, with no tension or anger. Even the collapse of the crown could hardly cause any ripples in his heart.

In the dark, an inexplicable feeling emerged from the bottom of Boluogo's heart. As if he had a premonition of what would happen next, Boluogo accepted all possibilities calmly.

So Boluogo continued to move forward. This time he no longer stubbornly determined a certain direction, but just moved forward blindly. He understood that no matter where he went, he would reach the end, just like fallen leaves always return to the earth.

Passing through the dark curtain, Boluogo came to the heavy and round table.

This place seemed to be in the eye of a storm. Countless darkness surged around the round table, spinning silently and continuously. Vaguely, Boluogo could feel many eyes peeking out from the darkness, like ghosts.

Looking at the world.

The ghosts were whispering, not discussing some evil conspiracy, but arguing over an unknown fate.

Boluogo let go of the sword and ax in his hand, and the sword and ax fell to the ground without making any sound.

It was still that dark premonition, some kind of wonderful tacit understanding and consensus. Boluogo knew that he no longer needed weapons to fight, and there was no battle waiting for him.

He lowered his head and looked at his hands in confusion. It was strange that there was obviously no light source here, but in the darkness, Boluogo could strangely see his body clearly, and the god-like body of the crowned person followed.

The broken ten-horned crown disappeared altogether.

There were scars on Bolog's hands, and there was dirt in his fingernails. He looked extremely worn and tired. More importantly, Bolog found that his hands had turned black and white.

Not only Boluogo's hands, but his body, everything around him, and everything he saw had lost their own seriousness and turned into a grayish-white light, like a black and white movie, inexplicably solemn.

The feeling spread silently.

"welcome."

In the silence, Hill's voice sounded, smiling and waving to Boluogo.

"It's been a long time coming, Boluogo."

Boluogo glanced at Hill, and then looked at Hill's side. The iron thrones stood around the round table in turn, and on each iron throne, there was a familiar person sitting.

figure.

Belphegor, Asmodeus, Mammon, Beelzebub...

Boluogo was surprised to find that the devils who were supposed to die appeared in front of him again. They were sitting on the throne with smiles. Some devils waved to him, some turned their heads in disgust, and some

The devil had no reaction, and...

And a devil Bologger had never seen before.

He looked no different from an ordinary person. He was wearing the same black robe as other devils, and his face looked very ordinary. There was nothing memorable about him, as if he would be forgotten in the blink of an eye.

He didn't speak or make any movements. His eyes were empty and he stared blankly ahead. After an unknown amount of time, his dull and hazy consciousness finally seemed to respond. He turned his head stiffly and showed an ugly smile to Boluogo.

meaning.

Bologg knew who he was. The moment he saw him for the first time, Bologg knew his existence instinctively.

The eighth person.

"Please take a seat, Boluogo."

Hill stretched out his hand to signal, and then Bologo noticed that there were a total of ten thrones surrounding the round table, eight of which were occupied by the seven-headed devil and the eighth man.

Boluogo sat on the empty seat, and his position happened to correspond to the last empty seat in front. It seemed that that was the main seat of the round table, where the protagonist of this mysterious meeting was, but there was nothing on the throne. What?

nothing.

Looking around, the devils are also in black and white, like statues that were carved by craftsmen and then came to life. They exchanged glances with each other and whispered like ghosts.

Some devils were full of expectations, some were dismissive, and some were silent.

Boluogo took the initiative to break the calm, "Is the dispute over?"

Hill replied, "So be it."

"Who's winning?"

"At the moment, it looks like it's me," Hill smiled and glanced at the devils proudly, "No one has any objections."

Hill won, completely. Even though the expressions of the devils were different, none of them denied it, and there was not even a movement of resistance. It seemed that in this black and white world, everyone was deprived of the supreme power.

The power and even the will of the secret source materialized and became the silent eighth person.

"But we still have a lot to do before we can move on to the next step."

Hill took a deep breath, as if this would be an extremely heavy topic, while Boluogo waited patiently before his voice sounded.

"Brogo, I want to end the continuation of original sin, and I want to save mankind's destiny from this curse."
To be continued...