When the Terasque monster disappeared from the battlefield, the palace's watch whistle blew the horn and conveyed the news to all the military and civilians. Of course, only the City Guards and the Knights of Hell can understand the code, and citizens need to get the latest battle situation from the minstrels who cooperated with the working group.
Although busy trying to save lives from the collapsed houses, I couldn't help clapping my hands after hearing the news of defeating Terrasque. "There is hope, and I can win!" This is the words that people compete to spread.
Morale was boosted, and the Knights of Hell began to attack, quickly clearing the battlefield with some teams covering each other, and the soldiers left in the trenches adjusted their equipment and prepared to continue fighting. The overall situation in the north and south directions was determined, with the sea in the east, including Hydes and the Navy, but in the west of the city, the smoke and dust were still approaching, and the Imperial Guards were unreliable.
The Knights of Hell, who have undergone more rigorous training and higher standards, have reason to look down on the Imperial Guards, but whether to leave their positions to assist in defense. Tron frowned. This choice had exceeded Feichi's orders to him, but His Majesty the Emperor did say that he could decide what to do on his own.
"Curt! Your riding skills are the best. Take three people to the south of the city! Learn about the emperor's situation and then repay them as soon as possible." Tron issued an order: "Others ensure the combat effectiveness, leave no living mouths, and do not capture prisoners, just like when we were training!"
To do more, do what you have at hand first. Tron still chooses to seek stability. The Hell Knights used magic guns and bayonets to clean the battlefield until there was no living enemy in front of the trenches in the north of the city. Their mission was to send the enemy to hell, which they did very well.
News from the south of the city came, and His Majesty the Emperor lost his trace, leaving only the magic sword he wore on the battlefield. Tron frowned deeply, and he couldn't help but feel worried about Feiqi, and at the same time he felt helpless. This feeling made him make a decision: "Leave a team to continue defending, and others follow me to guard the palace. Focus on defense towards the west of the city!"
Where did His Majesty the Emperor go? Shani, who stayed in the palace, was more worried than anyone else. She waved the scepter in her hand, and the iron golem beside her stood up straight with the sound of cracking. "Break through the collapsed wall and take me to the south of the city to see the situation!"
"Hao~~~"
The cat moan in her ear surprised her. Shani hurriedly followed the sound and then saw the little furry black claws stretching out from the collapsed wardrobe. "Change the order: move the collapsed objects away!"
Terasqui and the meteors falling from the sky caused continuous earthquakes in Tawugang City, causing great damage to the palace on the hillside. Shani's residence was shaken down, and the guardian Iron Golem used his body to support the ceiling to protect her safety, but he didn't care about the cat. Midnight came out from under the hill-like clothes, jumped into Shani's arms with a grievance, leaning against her and starting to rest.
Feiqi once said that as long as the midnight of the soul is still there, he will be safe, at most he will be in a strange place and is trying to find a way to come back.
But this time he did not go to a strange place. The lead-gray sky, blood-red clouds, and the ruins were covered with ruins. This is the seventh floor of Hell, the location of Maradomini, the territory of Feich. This is the hinterland of the devils of Hell. Not too far from their landing place stands a city, and the nine-story Hell Political Academy is there.
Feiqi brought his enemies to hell, and also brought enemies to the devil of hell. The former and the Terrasquie monster must win, while the latter must survive. This is an interesting game. This is actually Feiqi's backup plan. At first, he wanted to throw Terrasquie into the Chaos Sea and let it fight with the demons. But seeing that he was also trapped in the teleportation range, the Chaos Sea cannot go, so come to hell.
The contract demon's body lost its left arm and shoulders, and Terrasqui's body still had four big holes. The woman without eyelids now lost the second half of the skull. None of the three guys were complete, but Feiqi had a spare. After coming to the seventh floor of Hell, he issued an order to his other body. A quick positioning teleportation was not required to be closed. Feiqi walked in seriously injured and the intact Demon of the Deep came out.
The giant Terrasquie gave up, just trying to recover quickly. And that woman didn't have such convenience, her eyes were full of fear. In fact, she could still make a correct emotional reaction after losing half of her head. Feiqi had to express admiration. He moved his left arm to restore his state, then pulled out the heavy sword of flame from the air of hell, stepped on Terrasquie's neck toward the strange woman.
"Do you want to leave your name before you die?" Feiqi smiled. Because he no longer needs to maintain the six-pointed magic array, he has enough mana to deal with the enemy's attacks. Whether it is a needle blower or something else, he has more choices.
The woman probably figured it out. Before Feiqi got close, she first broke the blowing needle and stuffed it into her mouth, chewing it like eating sugar cane. Her teeth were sharp, and when she was exercising, she looked very creepy. While spitting out the scraps from the blower, she said to Feiqi in the language of the second world: "I will never surrender! The great Creator will resurrect me!"
"I know." Feiqi raised the flame heavy sword and slashed it down. The woman raised her arm to block it. She heard a loud "Clang!" sound, and the flame giant sword was blocked by the thin branches-like arms, leaving only some shallow cracks on it.
"So strong?" Feiqi raised his hand, and a heavy sword appeared in his right hand. The Deep Demon used his rude power to slash his left and right hands quickly, just like chopping meat with two swords. The woman's body was too hard, and the flame heavy sword also shattered four, but this weapon was unlimitedly supplied by Hell. After a while, Feiqi still shattered her, and wanted to smash the ice sculpture like that.
Although it was broken, she was not dead. Her skinless eyes always glared at Feich. The soul flame was burning with the help of the desire for revenge, and even tended to become stronger and stronger. This was a freak, and her body's regeneration and recovery ability was far less than that of Oriana, but this soul was the most tenacious thing Feich had ever seen.
The more she hurts her body, the stronger her soul will be. It seems that pain and hatred are the source of the power of that soul. Feiqi put away two heavy swords of flame, squatted down and carefully checked her body's remains. "You should be a change, right? Wow, your body is layered, like the annual rings of trees... No, it's more like geological stratification. Do you rely on self-torture to improve your strength? It's really perverted."
The skinless eyes stared at Fitch, and the reflection in his pupils looked full of evil. Fitch looked through her bones and said to the head that had lost his body: "I believe you. Kill you here, and you will be resurrected in the Second World. You can control the Terrasque monster, and you are also a Terrasque monster to a certain extent. You four knights, plus the Thunder of Truth, are all the products of some creation rules."
"Let me think about it..." Feiqi looked at the eyes and said, "You are a mutation. The more harm and threat the outside world will cause you, the more you need to become stronger and adapt. If there is no external threat, you can also take the initiative to create pressure to change... No, the word evolution should be used. As long as you don't die, you will continue to develop, and your upper limit should be the Creator's former Lord."
"So, I shouldn't let you go back, but find a way to stop your evolutionary process." Feiqi raised his hand and used hell therapy to give her head a vitality. "Luckily" she has evolved many times and her vitality is very tenacious. The power of hell hangs her this tone, and a hint of confusion flashes in the skinless eyes. This is a good phenomenon.
"Survival and evolve, adapt to it, surpass it. This is a powerful combination of abilities, but there is still a solution." Feiqi stretched out his hand, patted her face, and said with a smile: "Unfortunately, there shouldn't be many people who can do this method, but you just encountered one."
Terrasque began to wake up. Seeing this, Feiqi buried a hell rune positioning spell in its wound, then grabbed the mutated head and teleported away, and came to the bloody battle battlefield of hell, and hid far away. This former battlefield is now empty, and the devil does not have to fight with the demons, and they have all gone to chaos in the world.
Looking for a pool of blood, Feiqi turned into a mixed form of black and white wings. He grabbed the mutated head with the hand on the black wings, and then continued to transform, his fingers getting longer and sharper, turning the claws of the heart-turning demon out.
"The only natural enemy of evolution and survival is comfort. But you have the enemy of me in your eyes, so you will not be comforted, so I must deceive you." The claws of the heart-turning demon pierced into the soul, and the words of the soul-tempting words are in a process. "At the same time, if you want to achieve true inner peace, you need to be forgiven and tolerated; you need to redeem your sins, put down your burdens, and return to the innocent."
The Holy Emblem of the Goddess of Truth appeared in the hand of the white wings. The confession of the Atonement of the Sins unfolded on the first floor of hell. The little angel of Holy Light flew out excitedly and immediately choked and coughed by the breath of hell. She complained that she had never been able to work in a normal environment and had almost never encountered serious work.
"You are always right, but you still have to work." Feiqi comforted the little angel of Holy Light, and then showed her the head of the woman who was about to atone for her.
If the Holy Light Angel had not had internal organs, her gallbladder would have been scared. "Shh, whisper, don't attract the devil. Hurry up and complete the ceremony to save this poor woman."
"She has only one head left..."
"Yes, is it still pitiful to have only one head left?" Fei Qi said with a word, grabbed the little angel of Holy Light and said, "Come on, come on, isn't it good to have work? How can this be better for ordinary confession of atonement? "
It is indeed more capable of training people. Which angel can atone for people in hell, and together with the devil, forcibly atone for people. Feiqi grabbed the head, his eyes were bright, half of the flames of hell, half of the sacred thunder, and the true lies flew out of his mouth, and his sharp but not hurtful claws held the soul. When the little angel of Holy Light completed the ceremony preparation, the first sentence he said to the change was: "You are not wrong..."
This world is wrong, you are forced... You can shirke the responsibility as you can. Your efforts will not be in vain, this world is getting better... There are many ways to grow the illusion limbs of a sense of accomplishment. The gods care for and keep favoring you, you have left behind precious property... Being cared for, being affirmed, hallucinations entering the mutated soul faster than poison.
She tried hard to resist, trying to regard Feiqi's words as a threat to force herself to evolve. But only the honest words were unpleasant, and sweet words could easily bypass the spiritual defense line and enter her soul under layers of disguise. A thousand-distance lies flew out from the tongue of the heart-turning demon, and became irrefutable in the atmosphere of the sacred ritual. There was a little doubt in the changeable eyes, which was the slight wave that Feiqi needed.
The invincible body with a sword is not invincible. The carefully designed theory can also destroy this life form. The power of the angel and the devil can be gathered together, either a prodigal son or a fool with his understanding - it depends on what the core is. Feiqi constantly comforts the "change", and the heart-turning demon turns these false comforts into "facts". Soon, she changes from doubt to belief, and then firm belief, and even helps Feiqi convince herself.
A peaceful and peaceful world opened her arms to her. The suffering has passed and it is time to start a new journey of happiness. Under Feiqi's persuasion, the change has no sense of crisis, he has let go of the spirit of struggle, and has forgotten the new and old hatreds. She gradually lost all her vigilance to the outside world, and only focused on integrating with the wonderful dreams woven by Feiqi.
So she handed over her soul, a soul that no longer wanted to change the world, so this soul naturally disappeared completely between heaven and earth. Feiqi stretched out his hand and brushed through her mutated eyes. Her final evolution was to grow eyelids, and now she is in peace.
"One is missing, three more. Very well done, little angel."
"This seems to be my easiest confession of atonement, it feels so strange..." The little angel did not understand the ability of the heart-turning demon, and she was innocent and did not think in the direction of lies at all.
"You think it's because I put a lot of effort into it - no matter what, if one less important combat power in the Second World can be more peaceful than the Yongli Continent." Feiqi stretched out his finger and touched the light ball, and then said, "Hide it quickly, this is hell after all."
"Yes!" The little angel of Holy Light posted it on the magic seal in Feiqi's left hand and then disappeared together.
Feiqi threw the useless head on the ground, summoned the corrupt power of hell and sacrificed it - this is the most convenient way to destroy an item. If he loses the soul of fighting, he will not have a body of steel. The hard bones that were able to resist the Deep Demonic Flame Sword will turn into sand and dust. At this time, a divine power is released from the skull and then quickly absorbed by the earth of hell.
"Well? The Creator's Old Lord? Or the Thunder of Truth? Why is this divine power so familiar?" Feiqi frowned. He stretched out his hand to the divine power, but the greedy hell had completely absorbed the head. The good feelings of hell were mixed with the evil spirit light enveloped Feiqi, and as a reward for the sacrifice, it greatly supplemented his previous consumption.
"Including these, there are still debts." Feiqi looked at the hell contract used to restore his mana and combat state. The debt was not very good. "I have to find an opportunity to sacrifice!"
Chapter completed!