The demon king's severed arm fell from a high altitude, smashing half of the mountain and landing on the highest point. Black-red blood gurgled from the fracture, paving a red carpet to the sky. The demon re-transformed into a human form stepped on the red carpet step by step.

Walking to the highest point, he stepped on the broken arm under his feet, stared at the moonlight and dark clouds going away, bathed in the dripping blood and sin, and slowly put the crown of thorns that looked like scorched bones on his head.

Phew!

The thorns on it suddenly swelled, piercing his skin and flesh, stained with the devil's blood, and then melted. Some black traces traveled on his face, turning into a less obvious mark on his face.

In an instant, he saw the real abyss, saw the evil thoughts inherent in all living beings, and everything was within reach. He also saw, integrated into the spiritual world corresponding to the abyss that cannot be described in normal language and cannot be understood with normal logic,

Looking at that ancient god from afar.

Edward twitched the corners of his cracked mouth and smiled ferociously.

A wisp of violent influence fell, and the wounds and flesh on his body suddenly became distorted, and sharp protrusions were pushed out under part of the skin. It seemed as if it was about to break out of the skin.

puff!

A branch suddenly grew out of His eye socket, piercing it.

Edward hissed, reached out and pulled it out by the roots, blinked his eyes, the damaged eyeball returned to its original shape, and the undulations under the skin gradually subsided.

The chaotic spirituality fluctuated violently like stormy waves, but from the beginning, there was no possibility of His promotion failing.

At the same time, the five cities that were destroyed by him came into contact with him in the corresponding areas of the spiritual world. The information and history of the two worlds were intertwined and entwined with each other, bringing complete spiritual world information, that is, abstraction.

meaning concept.

In reality, those places have been purified to a certain extent, but they are still forbidden areas enclosed by the church.

In the spiritual world, they gradually approached and merged due to similar concepts, and finally turned into a medium-sized inanimate area.

If he could - He wanted to call that area "Hell".

He had long since lost his glasses and had no spare ones at hand, so Edward simply ignored him. Besides, he still had a huge bloody hole on his head. During the fight, the angels of the Belia family pulled out all the horns on his left side and a piece of his skull.

In return, he tore off one of the other's arms.

Although it is healing on its own, it is still bleeding out gurglingly, dyeing all the surrounding hair a dark color.

The new filthy king took out the sword he had just made, looked at it for a moment, and then used it to remove the rapidly decaying flesh and blood on Fabuti's severed arm, leaving only the indestructible black bone to carve out the outline of the seat.

A dead Fabuti is the best Fabuti. What qualifications does a piece of carrion have that has occupied the throne for thousands of years to fight with itself?

Then he thrust the sword to the side, sat on the rough bone seat, closed his eyes and fell asleep to regain his spirituality.

The crow flew over and landed on a clean bone behind Him.

"You can start thinking of new honorific names."

He said cheerfully that he was in a great mood after just raiding the Beria family treasure house, so after saying this, he stopped talking and quietly made decorations.

A long time later, with the red moon high in the sky, members of the Blood Worship Cult arrived at the Beria family headquarters in what was once a deep mountain and is now a plain valley. They were shocked for a long time and fell silent out of fear.

——The dripping blood gushed out from the broken arm of the Demon King, turning into the cloak on the new king and the red carpet on the throne.

It was like a long sleep had finally come to an end, like waking up from a strange life. When He opened his eyes again, he saw the devil's believers kneeling on the ground, and the daring competitors leaving only corpses and unwilling roars in their minds,

When even the red moon in the sky becomes my background.

He finally, after a long absence, felt——

"joy".

TBC

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The old king is incompetent and a new king should be established.

Lao Ai has been officially promoted to the Sequence 1 "Filthy King". Currently, he has 42,000 words and 93 chapters, which should be quite fast.

Yesterday, everyone voted for the monthly ticket as if it was a clearance at the end of the month, thank you!

Subtotal of last month (May): A total of 188,357 words were updated, with a cumulative total of 7 days, and a total of 38 chapters from 54 to 92 were updated. The results are outstanding (the keyboard is sparking).

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Edit again: Where did this request for votes come from? Did you bring it with you?
Chapter completed!