Volume 3: The Utopia of the Demonic City Chapter 16: The World of Love (Part 2)
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Who is this?
Looking at the figure that appeared on the screen, everyone had a question mark in their hearts. As for the things he said, everyone was half-believing and half-doubting. After all, the existence of the great demon and the high-dimensional world are just a legend to mortals.
Why do the demons train themselves so much, why do they collect all kinds of things to advance themselves, isn't it to break through the invisible bondage and sublimate into spiritual bodies? And now you say that a big demon will arrive here soon to assimilate this thing that is at most a candy in the eyes of the big demon? Don't be ridiculous, how can a pure spiritual gathering be so idle.
Isn’t this the emperor’s golden shoulder pole?
Most people didn't take it seriously, and at most thought it was just a bad joke by the Demon Lord.
But those who are truly knowledgeable looked at the gradually alienated atmosphere in the sky and around the streets, and truly felt that an invisible countdown was hanging over their heads.
People who are too weak cannot feel it, they cannot hear the song coming from their hearts. The bud that seems to be born from the depths of the soul is singing an indescribable hymn, welcoming a higher being that cannot be described in words to this not-so-great world.
The demons are the embodiment of rules. Just like a virus, wherever they arrive, they will cause permanent changes to that place.
They are called great demons not because their actions or thoughts are demonic, but because their existence itself is demonic. If they exist in this world for even a second, it will have an immeasurable impact on the world around them. If they come for a long time, it may even cause a certain place to be cut off from the main material interface, and then pour into the great demon's kingdom from another dimension. To a certain extent, these demons that have been promoted to the outside of the world are just eating.
The only difference is that these spiritual integrations do not eat ordinary things, they devour the world itself. The chaotic sky and the constant singing around, as well as the gradually dazed appearance of people, are proof of this.
In the eyes of sober people, the current Demon City probably really has some of the crazy and chaotic appearance of a Demon City.
Often, when someone is chatting, their eyes suddenly go wide open, and then some invisible monster crawls out from deep inside their body, twisting and turning their body, accompanied by a faint singing voice, and the indescribable flesh gradually twists and moves, shaping its own form, and rushes in a certain direction. The most frightening thing is that the mortals who see this scene have no reaction, but communicate in a normal way, and then soon tilt their heads as if they have some questions, shrug their shoulders and do their own things.
Horrible, weird, and creepy. Even the clown and the demon lord, who were famous for their madness, felt a chill in their spines when they saw the inexplicable ghostly scene, as if countless invisible malice was spreading and lingering around him. The weird appearance of dying while chatting really made all those with extraordinary abilities feel cold in their hearts.
They were not sure how many times this scene had happened, nor were they sure if it had happened to them. In particular, some people with poor memory had already revealed some horror and fear on their faces, constantly looking around to confirm the number of people.
"Cognitive confusion, internal and external substitution, subspace erosion has begun... Is that guy crazy?"
Looking at the chaotic and twisted crowd on the street, Lazarus, the clown, and even the demon lord showed some reluctant expressions.
"This is the greatest blasphemy against intellectual life. Tampering with one's thoughts and twisting ideas without one's knowledge, and then acting according to a certain predetermined pace... This is not a demon's method at all. Demons never bother to hide their thoughts."
The demon lord whispered, his voice full of determination.
"Although we are considered crazy by the world, that kind of madness has its limits. Just like we, the devils of the same evil, will abide by the bottom line, we will never be so brutal and forcefully change the personal will of any intelligent being. This not only violates the common code of intelligent life, but also goes against the way we, the devils, survive. This is definitely not us."
"Perhaps one of you has gone crazy and started to contact those indescribable things in outer space, or perhaps one of the contestants is a true believer of the void and intends to summon those things... But no matter what, now is the time to join forces."
Pushing his glasses, Lazarus looked at the chaotic sky, his expression becoming more and more solemn .
"That person only said that the resistance was at its strongest, but is there anyone in your Court of Rules and Court of Void operating the defense now?"
"No, we are just looking for fun. You have to know that we demons love to explode and kill others or be killed in a grand scene. This is the best form of entertainment for us. So the personnel on duty at this time are either not demons or have already defected from the ranks of demons."
"Well, then we may not have much time. Once the twenty-four hours are up, I'm afraid we will become the same thing as in that column. Lose our consciousness, lose ourselves, and become part of that unknown monster's kingdom. So now join forces, and be happy, demon. You can survive."
"I don't think so. Being able to die in such a scene is a great thing for my devil aesthetics. But you let me survive, which makes me feel very bad."
The demon lord curled his lips with a look of disdain.
In the end, the clown, who remained confused throughout, shrugged his shoulders with a confused expression on his face.
"So I didn't understand a word you just said, Lazarus. What were you talking about?"
"It's time to save the world, Joker."
"Huh? Save the world? Us?"
Holding the bloody chainsaw weapon, the Joker pointed at each other in disbelief.
"A demon lord with only one head left, a madman with a psychopath, and an undead man whose origin is unknown and who wants to die but can't and just wants to play the pig and eat the tiger. Are we three evil monsters going to save the world?"
"At least save our lives. Otherwise it will be too late."
There were dots of cold light around his palms, and Lazarus blew on his gloves.
The invisible blade silently cut the smoke into countless pieces of smoke and dust. Looking at his weapon, which was still in good condition, Lazarus nodded with satisfaction and waved to each of them.
"Come with me. I know exactly how to break this situation. It's time to do something good."
Although I've never done it.
Taking a final look at the rolling clouds, Lazarus pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, turned decisively and walked away, heading in a certain guided direction.
