Chapter 484
Be free from abstract concepts in the Lord of Suffering.
In the true sense, entrap the ether, descend on the real world, and descend behind the eastern suburbs of Mengxi Imperial Capital.
The natural phenomenon of horror.
Continuously broke out all over the world.
Residents living in a modern industrial country headed by the Mengxi Empire.
The horrified discovery.
The intensive rat tide that makes people sweat, rushes out of the sewers uncontrollably, into the city, killing each other, and flying flesh and blood.
The coastal ports and docks.
The unloading workers, busy sailors, guard soldiers, and demon-hunter all stopped their work and looked up at the lead-clouded sky.
The howling wind is caught in the whisper of the faintly discernable Evil God.
Shoals of dead fish, engulfed in the black, stinking ocean current, washed up on the coast.
The sea should have been rough.
Let the storm roar.
But still maintain a strange calm, without a trace of waves.
A farm in the country.
The old man browses tightly knit and hits the radio with sudden noise.
Hidden in it.
There seems to be some ancient existence beyond reality. The evil voice preaching to the world eroded his will and made him more irritable.
The detection towers of the mysterious research institutes of the world.
Continuously issue serious warnings to the world and top government officials.
The entire world seems to have reached the edge of stepping into the abyss of madness.
On the other side.
The ether world of the abyss of suffering.
Torell and Medley, looking entrenched in the sky...or, the Lord of Suffering hanging upside down at the bottom of the abyss.
One time.
Unexpectedly, I can't think of what kind of method to use to deal with this situation that is too bad to be worse.
This kind of existence beyond the dimension of reality.
The means of the material world and the spiritual realm are no longer meaningful.
The most basic.
They couldn't even touch it by any means, the existence hiding in the depths of the sky, hanging upside down at the bottom of the abyss.
Only Mateusz Sinico, who has been staring at Cole.
Although he doesn't know how the ether world, this extraordinary thing, is formed and how it works.
But since this guy, like the Legendary demon-hunter Banan Behan, has the mysterious power to manipulate the etheric world, only he can solve the mess left by Rolando.
Cole finished his last puff of cigarette.
brows tightly knit.
If the demon-hunter mentioned by Mateusz did not go wrong, the year 722 of the new calendar and the millennium curse that Rolando told him would coincide in time.
However.
He now knows why, Legendary demon-hunter Banan, would choose to forcibly seal the Lord of Suffering in a curse.
Because this thing cannot be killed.
Even if Cole completely destroys it here, it will not take long before this ghost will be resurrected in the pain conveyed by the human world and the cultists’ abstract concept of Evil God.
So.
Killing it can only temporarily solve the current crisis.
At its root, it is also necessary to find the birth of the Lord of Suffering, the Saint Artifact that exists in speculation.
Throw away the cigarette butt that started burning your fingers.
Cole took out Nimosaen's lantern, indifferently said, "Rolando has left us a big trouble, two, if the Lord of Pain really exists in an abstract concept.
And all this is related to the lost Saint Artifact.
Then you think that the thing that has existed for thousands of years and has not been found by the demon-hunter, which has been cursed by the past, will be What kind of?"
Mateusz frowned, said solemnly, "Do you think that Saint Artifact is the same as this ghost?"
Cole turned his breath The valve stops at the position of the memory lasso.
The rays of light carrying the lantern seem to be invaded by some extremely powerful evil force, and the color of the wick changes to yellow and purple, and it turns bright and dark.
Activate a trait that has not been used for a long time: divine light flashed.
A passage suddenly appeared in his mind.
'This is a desperate memory...'
Is it true?
This piece of Saint Artifact that created the Lord of Suffering, its own existence is an abstract concept, a desperate memory, and a sad story.
This time.
The resistance of everyone in Cole to summon, the lord of pain.
It seems to make it annoying.
The sky hangs down, like octopus tentacles after peeling, beginning to restlessly restlessly.
Those journalists and independent writers whose spirits were dominated, stopped all together, and then suddenly stared with bloodshot eyes in a neat and tingling posture.
Looked towards Cole stubbornly.
They keep repeating the same sentence.
Foul-smelling mucus flowed on the surface of the body, stepping, and gradually transforming into a suffering slave, stretched out his hands in an attempt to completely kill the disrespectful Savior blasphemer.
Amelia took a step back, grabbed Cole's arm and stood behind him, her voice trembling, and said, "Uh... everybody, if we were just standing here.
p>I think...we will soon be in trouble."
It is also at this time.
An ancient evil sound that resembles from countless years ago, rang in the sky!
Countless tentacles suddenly rioted and swarmed towards Cole!
"No one can refuse the painful Sovereign, the great Uzaki Zakue Zinehel, demon-hunter!"
I witnessed this scene.
The expressions of everyone present changed!
Medley raised her right hand and tried to destroy the tentacles that were crushing on them like the things of the world, but she was shocked to find that the power of the sequence did not have any effect on these ghosts. effect!
Mateusz gnashing teeth, right hand clenched his fists tightly and said angrily, "Cole! If you continue to hesitate, we will all die here!"
Facing The roaring tentacles, and the darkness eroding into substance.
Cole took out a cigarette and frowned.
The clear voice of the crime verdict sounded.
He breathed out a mouthful of smoke and dust, indifferently said, "Here is the world of the ether, Matt Ush."
The voice fell.
At two Judgement Echelon.
In the distance Toril and the Queen's incredible shocked eyes!
A blazing ring of fire spreads outwards at high speed from Cole's feet!
All the darkness and evil that came into contact with the flames turned into ashes all over the sky, floated to the sky, and returned to where they were supposed to go.
Cole raised his head and stared at the bottom of the inverted abyss, with his left hand in his trouser pocket, holding a cigarette in his right hand, lacking the voice of emotional fluctuations, just like a god who created the world.
The evil whispers overshadowing everything!
Smash all the dark things!
It turned into a billowing thunder, tearing open the Dark Abyss that obscured the sky, and it sounded loudly!
"Here, I am the Sovereign of all things, Wu Nie Zakuhe Zinehel."
The roaring ring flame.
Running through all the controlled humans, rolling through the illusory land full of sludge!
crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood!
My own will, back to the control of everyone!
The earth that was originally sticky and evil, like the monstrous anger rushing in the Cole blood vessels, turned into a huge ocean of lava, upstream, poured into the abyss of inverted agony!