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The ground shook slightly. It was very laborious to drive Sealed Object 1-42, but it seemed heavy but moved very quickly.

His green eyes were hidden in the deep darkness of his visor. Leonard was sweating profusely and panting hard. He missed a single blow. His spirituality had bottomed out and he had no room to swing the weapon a second time.

The silver light that dismembered Jason Belial began to emerge on his body surface, accompanied by tearing pain, bit by bit embedded in the flesh.

He arrived a little late, and the matter seemed to be over. There was only a pool of lifeless shadow in front of him. Through the echoing spirituality, Leonard could almost feel that 1-42 was angry because the prey was taken away, and turned to the target.

Locked on the strange man in front of him.

The "Apostle of Desire" was killed. Is this evidence of destruction, or something else... No, my body is about to reach its limit... The drained spirituality made Leonard dizzy, his flesh and blood stung, and he could hardly stand.

He straightened his body, and the red gloves behind him were coming one after another, guarding the surroundings as if facing a formidable enemy. Captain Sost looked at the armor with an ugly face, then at the people opposite him, and finally gritted his teeth and stopped looking at Lun.

Nader.

"Old man...who is that?"

"Backlund...a hidden, high-sequence powerhouse...?"

No one responded. The parasite who was pointing out Jason Belial's weaknesses and abilities just now suddenly became quiet. Leonard received no response. While confused, he felt that something was vaguely wrong.

This seemed to be a tense confrontation, but the strange man showed no signs of nervousness at all. After two or three seconds, he sighed.

"I don't want to cause trouble at this time. Killing you will definitely attract at least two demigods and waste time."

"I killed your target, but I don't want to do anything to you."

His words seemed to have magical power, making people believe them involuntarily. Leonard couldn't help but let go of his hostility a little. The pain originally prevented him from thinking properly. He took the opportunity to look around through his visor and saw other people.

The team members also had expressions such as "relieved" on their faces, and seemed to be easily persuaded by the other party.

A strong person who persuades? obeys? "Lawyer" path?

Leonard reluctantly thought about it in the severe pain that almost made him faint. The pain in his body disappeared from time to time, giving him a chance to breathe. But the limit of "ten minutes" was getting closer and closer. He was going to die.

The extraordinary object was torn apart and died before taking revenge. It was like an hourglass counting down life, with only the last thin layer of sand left.

Even Sost seemed shaken.

As the captain, he clearly grasped the strength gap between the two sides. They used 1-42 to let the other side escape, but when they met again, the Desire Apostle had become the dead soul of the strange and powerful man in front of them. This matter seemed to have gone beyond

The capabilities of my team of red gloves are at the limit. Even if they all participate in the battle, they may not be able to keep the opponent, or even transmit information back. If the opponent is unwilling to take action, then it seems... the best...

He subconsciously felt so.

"Your team members are going to be killed by blood-stained armor."

He said slowly: "Do you want to watch your team members die again? Do you want to weigh the weight of the mission and the lives of your team members again?"

Sost's pupils suddenly narrowed.

Leonard's breath suffocated, and he suddenly tightened his grip on the sword hilt.

...The familiar way of speaking, coupled with the old man's sudden silence, all kinds of doubts were superimposed, and he suddenly grasped something.

This suspicion made his whole body tremble uncontrollably.

"I have no hostility."

"You should believe me."

As he spoke, as if to prove his sincerity, the figure of the strange and powerful man began to become blurred, and the surrounding colors gradually became brighter. This was a symbol of entering the spiritual world. At this time, the red gloves were already shaken beyond recognition, and this behavior

This became the last straw that crushed Soest's belief. As soon as the strange and powerful man turned around, he shouted loudly to all the red gloves behind him in an almost off-key voice:

"Dig the bathtub right on the spot!"

"Prepare hot water! Hurry! Hurry!"

"Thirty-seven seconds left! Extraordinary abilities are allowed to be used!"

As if they had received an amnesty, the Red Gloves immediately dug the hole and filled it with water at full speed. Sost was still nervous. He turned his head to look at Leonard and was about to speak when he suddenly saw the blood-stained silver armor holding a sword in both hands and raising it high.

Above his head, with an aura as if he was looking down upon death, he strode towards the strange and powerful man who was sneaking into the spirit world, and slashed down hard!

"demon!!"

Leonard's eyes widened with anger and he roared: "I want to do it for——"

The strange and powerful man kept walking, raised his arms, and snapped his fingers.

There was a loud noise in Leonard's mind, and his eyes suddenly became bloodshot and red. Extreme anger and hatred exploded in his heart, which was enough to make him lose his mind and kill him on the spot. The capillaries were completely detonated.

They exploded under extremely high pressure, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, eyes and nose at the same time, but he was not torn apart by his emotions like fireworks, nor did he weaken as quickly as Duke Negan.

The emotion erupted in an instant and then disappeared without a trace.

But even so, it was beyond the limit that Leonard could bear.

The long sword fell out of hand, the armor staggered half a step, and fell down suddenly.

He struggled to crawl forward a few inches, and stretched out his hand tremblingly towards the back. The blood fell from his face and was absorbed by the armor.

"Old man...don't steal...don't..."

"...I...don't want to...forget...forget..."

The strange and powerful man seemed to have finally been alarmed, but at this time he had entered the spirit world. In his blurred vision, he saw the other party looking back at him casually, and leaving a soft sentence:

"It's you."

His companions shouted and approached, and his vision instantly darkened.

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Somewhere in the southern continent, where the Beria family is stationed, Glera Beria is preparing a new sacrifice ceremony.

You must quickly sacrifice more lives to the great Mother Tree of Desire and the Demon King in order to gain favor in the upcoming battle.

His crisis intuition has not moved yet, but the news that the assassination mission has been successfully completed has been sent back, so the bait should start acting soon according to the plan and lead the opponent to him. The arrangement on his side has been basically completed, and things

It developed very smoothly.

Groups of human beings with their wrists tied were led past their seats with numb expressions, and whips drove them towards the altar.

On the huge altar, many members of the Beria family are busy carving the symbols of the Mother Tree of Desire and the Demon King around the altar, as well as their honorable names. After slaughtering the animals, their blood will be traced everywhere

The grooves flowed, filling all the nicks and ravines, making the lit candles float. The demons enjoyed the fun of hunting, and the gods enjoyed the spirit and soul of life, and together they ushered in a joyous and grand sacrifice.

The gradually dimming sky casts a shadow on everyone's faces. The sun hangs in the sky and the red moon is about to rise.

The demigod responsible for supervising the affairs of the altar came to Glera Beria: "Your Highness, everything has been prepared."

The Demon Lord nodded. Night had not yet fallen, the sacred red moon had not yet risen, and the sacrifice had not yet begun, so he didn't care much.

He got up from the stone seat and walked leisurely along the ascending stairs to the high platform next to the altar. This is where rituals are held to communicate with the gods. As a believer, he should offer the best and most attentive sacrifices to the gods.

The human skin of the carpet has been tanned into soft and elastic high-quality leather. The natural red lines and marks are natural and beautiful, retaining the complete appearance when it was peeled off. The eyes of the four faces were sewn on, leaving the mouth open.

The demigod followed him step by step without saying a word. When he saw him stop, he humbly lowered his head lower.

Suddenly, out of sight of Glera Beria, the demigod's body began to tremble violently. His head was tilted and pressed against his shoulders. His cervical vertebrae must have been broken. He lowered his head and rolled his eyeballs upward.

To the extent that the whites of his eyes were left, the nerves inside seemed to have been disconnected, and blood rushed out from the eye sockets. He quietly raised his head, quietly "looked" at Beria's back, and quietly opened his mouth.

Open your mouth: "——"

Before the sound could be heard, his head was suddenly pulled out completely. A small section of his spine was dragged aside and thrown aside.

The headless corpse fell to the ground, making a sound similar to that of a bag of potatoes falling to the ground. Grela was already prepared. He looked around, his eyes burning with blue flames, and a heavy thunder rolled in his throat: "Reverse influence

?”

"It seems that you have caught the tail of this useless descendant!"

"You actually think I'll fall for such a little trick?!"

He was feeling complacent because he had seen through the other party's plot, and was sullen because he had been slighted. Just when he was extremely vigilant, a voice so close at hand, almost right behind his head, suddenly sounded, like thunder, shocking him.

My hands and feet are cold, and the blood all over my body has gone cold:

"Yes, isn't this a trap?"

He could even imagine the smiling expression on that face.

A hand was placed on His shoulder, reminding Him of some ancient legends about being tapped on the shoulder late at night and never turning back. Spiritual intuition automatically sketched out the scene behind Him. The brown-haired man was wearing a pair of exquisitely crafted glasses and smiling.

and looked at Him coldly:

""die"!"

Beria's pupils shrank suddenly, and the brief fear caused him to lose his ability to think for a moment. The rust symbolizing death spread downwards very quickly along the position of the hand, and the flesh and bones continued to shrink along the way. A breath of

Kung Fu has taken up most of his body.

A burst of red light immediately burst out from his body, and all the spirituality blessed by the Mother Tree of Desire was instantly burned out.

The spell originally planned to be used at the most critical moment completed its mission ahead of schedule and blocked the fatal blow. The rust peeled off, and Beria's figure disappeared from the place and appeared dozens of meters away, with black blood spilling from the corners of his mouth and forehead.

The bulging veins showed that the damage he suffered was more than that.
To be continued...