After bidding farewell to the dullness of the past, the Thunder White Plains welcomed turbulence amidst the rumbling.
In the Ironflame City shrouded by the Threshold of Ten Thousand Eyes, the mechanized Withering Mountain roared at the sky. Black grease spurted out from its mouth and nose. When it landed in the air, it ignited clusters of green flames.
Wherever the flames spread, the burly Minotaurs on the city wall screamed in pain. They struggled to move their limbs and fell from the city wall.
They burned into ashes in the air and scattered with the wind.
They disappeared.
The volcano was enraged. Amidst the large group, the two crowned Stone Lava Demonic Dragons furiously attacked. One of them extended out from the volcano, wrapped in a vast and majestic red light, and rampaged through the attacking army, spreading death everywhere.
Meanwhile, a worm covered in pustules was wrapped around the body of the Mountain of Withering Death, spitting out poison and pestilence.
Those activated germs could even corrode steel, rapidly causing huge pustules to grow on the metalized bodies.
The Withering Mountain roared in pain.
The furnace was overloaded.
It spat out dragon-like flames from its mouth and swept past the Demonic Dragon. However, it was useless. In the pain that was enough to make one's soul collapse, the Withering Mountain's terrifying body suddenly turned around. Several of its hands grabbed the Demonic Dragon that was spreading plague on its back. It pulled with all its might and peeled off a large piece of its iron shell.
It grabbed the huge Demonic Dragon in its hands and twisted it angrily. It squeezed out a large amount of dirty blood as if it was a rag. However, the crown-wearing Stone Lava Demonic Dragon immediately broke into two, then four, then eight. In the end, it crawled into the Withering Mountain's body like countless maggots.
The mountain-like steel monster roared and raised the temperature of its furnace core endlessly. Even if its shell and skeleton were about to be melted, a large number of worms crawled out in a sorry state and turned back into a shrunken version of a huge worm.
The huge monster rolled, trampled, and slapped with its palms.
One-third of the huge Ironflame City collapsed in an instant. However, there were still large groups of worms crawling out from everywhere. There were even more worms called Demonic Dragons!
Just as the Mountain of Death relaxed, dozens of Stone Lava Demonic Dragons crawled out from the cracks in the earth's crust and entangled his body. They had dozens of huge arms, legs, and even deformed bodies.
After the volcano collapsed, countless lava gushed out like an ocean, splashing onto its huge body.
Under the entanglement of the lava dragons, the Withering Mountain was dragged to the ground. Like a prisoner whose limbs and neck were being dragged by ropes and horses, the Withering Mountain struggled with all its might, raising layers of lava ripples.
Beside the spreading lava, there were even more large groups charging into the city without any regard for their own safety, clashing with the iron wall of the Minotaurs warriors.
If one were to look down from the sky, the line of defense that connected with each other seemed to have become an ambiguous and strange big mouth. It was constantly squirming, using steel as its teeth to chew on flesh and bones, spilling out blood and corpses.
It was even more dangerous in the sky.
Under the leadership of Zim, the rest of the crowns surrounded Hades in the sky and attacked him ferociously. Zim who was wearing the Evil Creature's armor expanded endlessly. His huge mouth kept spitting out vicious light that was filled with Boxun's blessings and insane curses.
The air had become terrifyingly cold under the wings of the Thorned Dragon Frost Devotee, which was even colder than liquid ammonia. Countless rising blood mist condensed into a strange scarlet frost in the air, once again leading the cold mist to fall to the ground. Wherever the frost fell, countless sharp icicles would shoot out rapidly like giant frost trees, freezing all living things within a hundred meters into ice sculptures.
At the back, there were two deformed mummies that were wrapped in tattered bandages watching coldly. Sticky corpse fluid was seeping out from under their bandages, dripping into the air and disappearing as if it had fallen into another world.
At this moment, the eternal clouds that hovered above the White Thunder Plains had turned completely dark. No lightning could be seen. Only the mournful roars of countless skeletons and spirits could be heard in the darkness.
Under the mummy's gaze, deformed hands reached out from the clouds one after another, grabbing at He Di's location. No matter how mysterious and complicated the secret apparatus was, under the pull of the pitch-black hands, it would quickly fall apart.
Four against one, it should have been a sure win.
But at this moment, it felt like Hades was suppressing them all by himself!
Whether it was the disaster of blood that had befallen the Nile River in the past, or the divine mark that could summon lightning to annihilate all sinners, or the clones and all sorts of strange secret rituals that were like witchcraft …
Now, in Hades' hands, all of them were like tamed pets that could be summoned and sent away at will.
The former First Seat of Helios did not weaken after turning himself into a spirit. Instead, due to the transformation brought about by the solidification of his body, he became closer to the essence of the Abyss.
To a certain extent, he was the amalgamation of all the alchemists that Helios had thrown into the Abyss.
He himself was the product of alchemy, a living mystic instrument, a living mark of miracles!
Even if he did not have the terrifying power of a grandmaster who could turn the impossible into the possible, as long as he was well prepared, he was not afraid of anyone's challenge.
Who knew how many resources he had obtained from the King of Wither's subordinates during his time in Baator?
At this moment, in just an instant, the He Di who appeared in the mirror's reflection had already brazenly reached out her hand and pressed it against one of the mummies' faces.
In an instant, the mummy began to convulse violently and rapidly collapsed inward.
Amidst the mournful screams, it was covered in amber fluid and finally solidified into a fist-sized crystal that emitted a gloomy aura.
With a flip of his hand, the orb condensed by the wearer of the crown was inserted into the Mark of Miracles, becoming an offering to the fallen gods. A torrent of tsunamis appeared out of thin air and surged through the air, sweeping the Frost Devotee back to the eternal abyss of the sea.
In the brief silence, Hades wiped the blood off his face and laughed hoarsely.
"You bunch of trash want to be my enemy?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a ray of black light appeared from behind the cracked palace in the distance.
Just a few seconds ago, under the blood sacrifice of countless slaves in the palace, a giant bone arrow had been stained with scarlet, as if it was a treasure carved out of crystal.
The moment it was unsealed, countless illusions and high-pitched screams from different skeletal hells appeared in the palace.
Painful deaths and distorted lives, momentary joy and eternal pain.
With Boxun's blessing, the arrow had turned into a crystal of despair and was aimed at Hades in the sky. Seizing the moment when he paused, the arrow silently flew out from the ballista.
It crossed a long distance without any warning. Countless strange rays of light intertwined into pure darkness, tearing through layers of defenses and pouring into Hades' body.
A large hole was violently dug in the Jester's chest. Then, endless desires from the Demonic Wisdom surged out from the simulated soul, pushing him to the brink of collapse.
But what followed after his scream was Zmu's miserable screams.
After the arrow pierced through Hades, it went straight into Zim's huge body.
The overly pure and violent desire instantly crushed the Armor of Evil's mind, causing the armor that had experienced countless battles to quickly soften and turn into pitch-black sludge.
As for Zimu, he wasn't any better.
In the spreading pink light, countless graceful figures appeared and coiled around Zim. They opened their red lips and kissed his huge body, then violently devoured his life force!
"What's going on! Damn it, why did they fire? "
Below the palace, the commander who fired the arrow trembled as he felt the anger from his master. He turned around and roared, "Who told you to fire?! Who! "
When he turned around, a chill ran down his spine, causing him to freeze on the spot.
Behind him, on the faces that were gradually becoming sluggish, sticky saliva dripped from the corners of their crooked mouths.
Soon, a fanatical and blissful smile appeared on their faces as they murmured, "Holy, holy, praise the eternal ruler, praise the end of all things, praise Bahamut …"
Amidst their pious praises, scarlet eyes appeared from the outline of the flying birds and looked at him greedily.
The darkness was like a tide, swallowing him within.
Soon, the commander also joined in the frenzied crowd.
Faith.
At this moment, the plague known as Faith was spreading throughout the underworld!
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Frost Devotee screeched.
When Hades suddenly became seriously injured, the other crowns began to attack him without regard for the consequences.
If they let him succeed, then they would be branded with the Withered King's mark and become his slaves in an eternal war!
Very quickly, however, Hades broke free from the Origin Substance.
As if he were cutting off rotten flesh from a wound, he unhesitatingly cut off half of himself, which had fallen into madness, and refined it into a pink crystal, sealing Boxun's curse within.
Even though he was seriously injured, his combat strength hadn't decreased in the slightest.
His pale face was now filled with savagery.
He only needed to think for a moment to understand what this strange attack was all about. He gazed coldly at Huai Shi. "This was your plan?
Instigating conflict and reaping the fruits of others' labor? Do you think that's enough to kill me? "
Even in the midst of the most intense battle, he maintained the sturdiness of the prison without relaxing in the slightest. As long as there was even the slightest gap, there would be no way to stop Shadow Burial from appearing.
He had also experienced Huai Shi's vitality a long time ago — even a single cell of his would be able to grow back into a scourge!
Any curses below the level of a ruler wouldn't be effective against him, and the poison and plague were nourishing him.
He was more like a creature of Hell than any other creature of Hell. Compared to the Ascended Ones, he was more like a demon born from Hell.
Even though he had been imprisoned and suppressed by Hell's prison, and was constantly being torn apart by the Blade of Judgment, he was still able to speak and breathe. He was just short of singing a song.
"Don't think that you can escape just like that, Huai Shi!"
Hades squeezed the words out from between his teeth, his eyes vicious. "I've reserved the best place for you in the Withered King's dungeon. I promise that once this is over, we'll be together for a very, very long time!"
In the prison, Huai Shi only lowered his eyes and smiled as he looked down at all of this. It was as if he was watching children play games in a kindergarten, calm and peaceful.
There was no change in his expression.
"Hades, what are you afraid of?"
The prisoner asked curiously. "Am I not your prisoner? You can do whatever you want to me at any time, control my life and death. What are you afraid of?
You should be more lenient to an old friend. "
"Friend?"
Hades laughed, but there was no joy in it. It was as cold as the cry of an owl.
"That's right, a friend."
Huai Shi nodded as if they had met under the moon. He sighed softly. "When old friends meet again, we should have a drink."
At that moment, a chill suddenly appeared in Hades' heart.
In the prison, Huai Shi was still smiling, but that gentle facade had finally been torn apart. What was revealed was endless darkness, malevolence, and malevolence, just like the Abyss itself.
At that moment, the smiling man asked curiously.
"By the way, do you like to drink?"
Along with his words, the city that was originally filled with chaos and strangeness welcomed an instant of deathly silence.
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