Shortly after Byron and Trisur formally signed the armistice.
The Natural Cult, the Council of Generosity and the School of Madness successively sent out their respective elite teams of extraordinary people to help Trisul assassinate Beelzebub's senior military officials, department heads and even the royal nobles of the Rose Family.
Even with the help of the Hailing Group and the History and Ritual Association, the Kingdom of Beelzebub still suffered a heavy blow and was defeated.
At that time, the Church of the Seven Gods, under the order of Emperor Andre the Great, surrounded and suppressed King Cang, but was counterattacked and suffered heavy losses. The Generous Council and the Madman School did not participate, so their strength was well preserved.
Although among the two churches that supported Trisur the most, the Sun Church was in decline, and all the high-ranking members of the Moon Church were forced to become vessels of Fierce Father's pollution, losing control and becoming monsters, and were later hunted down one by one by Lady Silence.
But now, with the addition of the flourishing Natural Cult and the Dawn Church, Trisur has once again become the most powerful force on the continent in the modern era.
The morale of the imperial army was high, and Trisul's counterattack was quite fierce, pushing the front line all the way across the war zone to the border area of ​​the Kingdom of Beelzebub.
Anna and her brother Arnold each rode a tall horse, stopped side by side on the hill, and looked into the distance.
At the end of the field of vision, endless high walls were built on the ridges of the mountains, like a natural barrier, blocking the attack of the imperial army.
"Brother, we will win this battle of the century, right?"
Anna asked, tilting her head.
Arnold faced the sunshine and smiled brightly.
"certainly."
“I really hope to see that day…”
Anna's eyes revealed longing, and the corners of her mouth rose.
Suddenly, at this moment.
Six figures suddenly emerged from thin air, each wearing fully enclosed knight plate armor with rose carvings. They all swung their swords and slashed at Anna and Arnold.
However, Arnold and his sister remained calm and composed.
Buzz!
Five golden beams of light instantly blocked the two of them. The Holy Guards of Light stepped forward, holding a cross sword made of light, and blocked the attack.
"Wandering Knights, six petal knights... Unfortunately, His Highness Arno has already guessed your plan!"
An old voice came.
Saint Asolon of the Church of the Sun appeared in the form of light, and beside him were two other Saints of the Sun.
The three of them spread their arms together and instantly dragged the battlefield into the spirit world.
The Wandering Knights, the Holy Guards of Light, and the Saints of the Church of the Sun all disappeared.
Only Arnold and his sister were left on the hill.
"It seems that Beelzebub has been pushed into a corner. He has sent out all of his remaining high-ranking combat forces just to assassinate us."
Anna sneered.
Arnold shook his head.
"It's just a desperate attempt... Rather than being slowly swallowed up, it's better to give it a try. As long as we can be killed, Trisur's offensive will collapse."
"As expected of you, the 'Raging Sun' of the past. You risked your life to draw out Beelzebub's remaining high-ranking combat power and capture him in one fell swoop... It's a pity that you have lost your status and strength, and are now just an ordinary person."
At this moment, a voice suddenly appeared.
McNeill, the president of the History and Ceremonial Society, was wearing a light brown suit and standing in front of two tall horses with an indifferent expression, raising his hand to grab.
"You are too confident to dare to supervise the battle on the front line..."
But the next moment.
A square stone platform "grew" out from the hill, lifting Arnold and his sister to a high place, and a beam of light shone directly on McNeill.
The latter couldn't help but stop, looking stunned.
"How else can I draw you out, Mr. McNeill?"
Arnold rode on his horse, looking down with a smile.
McNeill narrowed his eyes.
He soon saw three figures slowly appearing outside the light column, a white-haired old man, a bald man, and a familiar lady.
They were Pope Florian and Archbishop Carmen Martin.
"The Church of Dawn, three demigods..."
Although McNeill was plotted against, he remained calm.
This is just one of His incarnations.
"Don't worry, this is just the beginning."
Floy said in a disembodied voice.
"Hundreds of thousands of extraordinary undead armies have entered Beelzebub from the spirit world under the leadership of the Church of Dawn... By then, the History and Ritual Association, as well as the people from the Hailing Group, will kill anyone they see. There will be no need for you to exist."
McNeill's eye twitched.
Then Floy continued:
"Last time we fought, you ran away before the outcome was decided... It doesn't matter. This time, with the gift from King Cang, Archbishop Carmen's 'divination scroll' will definitely find your true location... I hope you can still run away like that."
“Damn it…”
The more McNeill listened, the more frightened he became.
However, before he could utter any harsh words, the golden suddenly closed, and the unparalleled mythical fire instantly annihilated his incarnation.
In Beelzebub, the royal city of Solidate.
In the main hall of the Obsidian Palace, Rose King Mansfield convened the top leaders of all major forces for a meeting.
"Your Majesty, 'Hand of Bailey' joined the Hailing Group some time ago. This will be our secret weapon. If used properly, it will play an unexpected role..."
McNeill was listening to the advice of the new chief of the Hailing Group, a male deep-sea demigod, when he suddenly frowned.
A trace of pain and madness flashed in His eyes, but soon returned to normal.
"My avatar is destroyed..."
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boom--
Eastern City of Beelzebub, Strauss.
Violent explosions were occurring everywhere.
The crowd fled in panic, screaming and wailing.
Some extraordinary people wearing blue robes with dark green vests on the outside were running for their lives as if they had encountered something terrifying.
However, long and thin shadows followed closely behind, extending like tentacles on the ground, walls and even in the air, and quickly engulfed them.
"Kill all members of the Hand of Boliye. Leave no one alive."
Speaker Azgiero, dressed in a gray robe, walked slowly down the street and spoke calmly.
"Yes, Speaker."
Members of the Generous Parliament responded one after another.
A few blocks away, under a dilapidated building in a slum.
A flaxen-haired woman with a ponytail was sitting against the wall, staring somewhere, as if waiting for something.
"Irina, calm down, you need a chance... If you kill one more contestant, you will get the gift from His Majesty Dagon, and then you can complete your accumulation and start to be promoted to a higher position... By then, your chances of winning the 'Honor Carnival' will be greater, and you will be the final winner! Get the supreme gift from the Sea God!"
The woman encouraged herself silently.
Soon, a burst of hurried and chaotic footsteps was heard.
Irina looked up and saw a bloody and seriously injured woman stumbling into the slum.
The other party was also wearing the unique clothing of "Hand of the Belle".
Irina's eyes lit up involuntarily, but then they quickly became restrained.
A look of bloodthirsty excitement flashed across her face. After taking a few deep breaths, she quietly stood up and walked towards the seriously injured woman.
The other party seemed to sense something and suddenly stopped, turned around, and a look of astonishment appeared on his blood-stained face.
"Contestants..."
As she spoke, her face suddenly changed.
"Hey! Listen! The Council of Generosity is sweeping this city. All the extraordinary people standing on this land are their targets... You can't escape even if you kill me, let alone win that so-called 'carnival' victory?"
"ignorance."
Irina said coldly.
She suddenly dodged forward, put her scaly palms together, and her sharp nails were like a sharp blade, instantly piercing the opponent's left chest and cutting open the heart.
Puff——
The woman was indeed seriously injured and didn't even have the strength to dodge. After being hit by Irina, she collapsed in her arms.
"You... you damned paper mounter, I curse you to die a miserable death."
The woman's eyes widened, blood oozed from the corners of her mouth, her expression twisted in pain, and she spoke grimly.
Irina had a cold face and pushed back.
Immediately, he slashed his hand and beheaded his opponent.
The body fell into a pool of blood with a thud.
Irina glanced down, picked up the mysterious substance that the other party had released , suppressed her inner joy and excitement, turned around, and fled at an extremely fast speed.
She found an uninhabited, dilapidated house, jumped up to the third floor, entered one of the rooms, leaned against the wall and closed her eyes.
"Great king of the deep, deeper than the abyss, seeker of Beliye, His Majesty Dagon... contestant Irina, begs for an audience."
Irina prayed silently.
Soon, sleepiness came over me.
When she opened her eyes again, she found herself on the dilapidated and dim beach of the bay again. The tide was still rising and roaring.
In the distance, the sea was rough, the sky was dark, and there were lightning and thunder.
The fish-headed giant was clinging to the square stone pillar standing in the sea.
"Well done, Irina..."
Dagon's voice still sounded like thunder, echoing throughout the bay.
"There are nine contestants in the 'Honor Carnival'. Now there are only you, Lucy and Boone left... Go, kill them, and you will be the final winner."
As he spoke, the giant fishman raised a big hand.
The invisible power of myth descended, and the salty sea breeze blew.
Irina suddenly discovered that her mysterious accumulation was increasing rapidly, and in just a few breaths, it reached an extremely deep level.
All that is left to become a high-ranking saint is the promotion ceremony.
"Thank you, His Majesty Dagon, for the gift!"
Irina prostrated herself on the ground with her head pressed against the sand and thanked him respectfully.
Dagon's indifferent voice continued:
"Irina, you need to pay attention. The other two contestants are in very special conditions and in very dangerous positions. You must—"
Suddenly.
A terrifying roar suddenly rang in Irina's ears.
“Damn it!!”
It was the roar of His Majesty Dagon.
Not sure if it was an illusion, but Irina even heard a hint of fear in the roar.
She looked up and saw the most unforgettable scene in her life.
In the distance, on the ancient square stone pillar on the sea, His Majesty Dagon leaned back in shock and anger. Above his head, a figure in ragged gray robes tore through the border of this dream and leaned in.
It was a man wearing a rusty iron crown and with messy long pale hair!
His expression showed neither joy nor sadness, and his eyes were half closed.
He stretched out his hand and grabbed His Majesty Dagon!
Irina felt a stinging pain in her eyes, and tears of blood flowed from the corners of her eyes.
"King Cang!!!"
Dagon's roar was like thunder.
Irina's consciousness became blurred and she suddenly woke up from her dream.
“Huh——”
She sat up suddenly, gasping for breath, her face full of fear.
In the silent and dilapidated room, the only sound was the sound of one's own heavy and rapid breathing.
Your Majesty the Great Dagon...
He was attacked by another angel!
King Cang...
It's the King of Gray Clothes, Jackspeight!
The terrifying existence that killed Emperor Andre the Great!
It took Irina a long time to calm down her frightened mood, and now she became uneasy.
His Majesty Dagon had not yet finished his final warning.
What does that mean...
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The Sun Continent, the Far East Misty Sea.
Tens of thousands of meters below the sea, there is no light, it is deep and silent...
rumble--
A dull gas explosion sounded.
A giant black shadow dived at an extremely fast speed, swimming towards the deeper seabed, spilling thick inky blue mythical blood along the way.
The blood beads did not spread when they came into contact with water. Instead, they sank slowly like round and plump pearls... Many giant monsters wandering in the deep sea, after touching these blood beads, either rotted and decayed in a few breaths, turning into a pool of pus, or underwent drastic deformation.
The sea pressure on this abyss-like seabed can crush steel in an instant. With the level of technology on the Sun Continent, no conventional means can reach such deep underwater... But these cannot stop the swift movement of the huge black shadow at all.
"Garcia, where do you want to go?"
An indifferent voice suddenly sounded in Dagon's mind.
A hundred meters behind him, a ragged figure in a dark robe was chasing him at a rapid speed.
Dagon swam desperately underwater without even looking back.
whoosh!
The tattered robe twisted and condensed into a point.
The next second, it bloomed again from the side of the giant fishman.
Under the rusty iron crown, the pale hair danced in the water, and on the man's face, which was as perfect as a work of art, his eyes were half open.
"The island has sunk. As the king of the deep divers, won't you go to accompany Him?"
The ivory-carved cross sword in his hand cut through the sea water and stabbed straight into the body of the fish-headed giant, breaking through the extremely hard fish scales and piercing through the abdomen!
Dagon howled miserably.
He swung his webbed claws, concentrated a strike of lightning, and slapped his backhand.
Boom! !
In the dark sea, light suddenly appeared.
The twisted electric python seemed to bloom in solidified amber.
However, King Cang had already dodged.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Dagon rolled his body over, and his whole body swayed and dived like streamlined lightning, and in the blink of an eye he swam thousands of meters.
Blood beads like ribbons were splashed all along the way...
Dagon was terrified.
He is a deep-sea subordinate god, a Sequence One [Dream Octopus], yet he is being hunted down by a Sequence Two angel... What is even more incomprehensible is that even in a head-on confrontation, he would find it difficult to contend with it.
Not only is the opponent's physical fitness almost the same as his own, but with his authority and sequence ability, he can also erase all traces of his existence at will.
In the competition for power , Dagon was completely at a disadvantage.
How can I fight when I’m completely in the dark?
After only a brief fight, he judged that he had little chance of winning, so he fled in a hurry.
After the last battle of Tianyuan, Dagon no longer dared to underestimate King Cang.
This time, he was even more wary of him.
Avoid its sharp edge!
Never get entangled!
When the final winner is decided in the "Honor Carnival" of His Majesty Sebastian Pado, it will be the day when King Cang dies...
Dagon Garcia kept reminding himself in his heart that he must not look back and must not be entangled by King Cang, otherwise he would be the one to die!
However, the Destiny Path is a master of the space stage. With the help of teleportation, Dagon can't distance himself from it at all...
Diving all the way down to the bottom of the sea 100,000 meters deep, he was struck by King Cang's sword seven or eight times.
If Dagon hadn't had thick skin and flesh, he would have become a dead fish long ago.
Finally, he was almost insane, biting his last breath, dragging his seriously injured body, and drilled into an ancient ruin entrenched on the seabed.
What a magnificent complex of buildings...
Chen Lun stared at the ruins.
It should be said that it is not a wonder that humans can create at all.
The city cluster is quite old and huge, but now only broken walls and ruins are left standing on the rock strata on the seabed. Every wall or building wreckage is engraved with ancient characters, which are in a language even older than the Yanita script.
At least, Chen Lun couldn't recognize it.
He stayed above the "lost city" and did not continue chasing because his spiritual intuition warned him that it would be dangerous to get closer.
Chen Lun looked at Dagon's figure expressionlessly, and finally disappeared behind the buildings of the Lost City.
He really didn't expect that Dagon's vitality was so tenacious.
It is even thicker than Mr. Gudao’s “blood bar”.
"Forget it. The crystal has already been planted . Garcia has been hit by seven or eight of my swords. Even if he doesn't die, he will be crippled. Don't even think about showing up again for the next few dozen or even hundreds of years..."
Chen Lun returned to his original human form and couldn't help thinking.
It's regrettable.
At this moment, a square door suddenly appeared beside him. On the bronze door panel, there was a relief of ouroboros.
The door slowly opened from the inside out, and Oscar, wearing a black retro robe, a top hat, and a small mustache, walked out.
"Jack."
The other party smiled and the voice sounded in Chen Lun's mind.
This is the "mind transmission" of the destiny pathway.
"Mr. Oscar, is this your real identity?"
Chen Lun seemed to have sensed something and also used "mind transmission" to communicate with him.
Oscar nodded, his expression slightly serious.
"My true self has been here the whole time, guarding the seal left by Mr. Clave... It was a wise choice for you not to pursue him rashly, because the Eternal Sleeper Sebastian Pardo is sleeping in this lost city 'Abbasye'."
"So this is 'Abbasiya'..."
Chen Lun frowned slightly.
He often heard this word during his exploration of the outer continent.
Among the nine empires, the "state religion" of the Ripple Empire is called the "Abbasiya Sect", which believes in the "Lord of Abbasiya", who is actually the Eternal Sleeper.
"Even I have only been guarding outside the Lost City for these years and have never entered Abbasye... Because if I get close, I will most likely be dragged into the deepest part of the dream world by the power of the Eternal Sleeper."
Oscar sent a message.
"Not only is there the real body of the old man, but also the remnants of the old 'Eternal Nightmare' that are parasitic in the bodies of the Eternal Sleepers. It is quite dangerous."
"No wonder Dagon fled here..."
Chen Lun sneered.
"He was sure that I wouldn't dare to chase after him."
Oscar nodded and said comfortingly:
"Let Him live for a while. When you become a god, you will have many ways to kill Him."
Chen Lun thought about it and asked Oscar again:
"Dagon has been severely injured by me. If He wants to sleep, will He also enter the dream world?"
Oscar raised his eyebrows, as if he had guessed something.
He nodded again.
"Nine out of ten times, he will, because the Dream World is ultimately a dream of the Eternal Sleeper. Dagon will be very safe there, and he can also absorb the power of the Sea God, thereby recovering his injuries and strength faster."
After hearing this, Chen Lun couldn't help but grin.
Oscar glanced at him, and seemed to read some ill intentions in that smile.
"What are you going to do?"
"Add some spice to the dreams of the eternal sleeper."
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Once again, pass through the unattended "Sleeping Gate".
Chen Lun walked down 699 steps and stood on the last step without entering the dream world.
He just stood there, looking at the scene ahead which was almost like a fairyland, and slowly raised his hand.
In the palm of his hand, a crystal cube was spinning non-stop.
'Want a good night's sleep?'
Chen Lun smiled faintly and casually threw the [Reaching Infinitely] in his palm. The dazzling crystal cube whooshed into the dream world and landed in the dark forest not far away.
With a bang, it crashed into a towering tree and turned into dust... Almost at a speed visible to the naked eye, the entire tree was covered with crystals and turned into a pale tree-like sculpture.
The Cang Yi continued to spread around, wantonly eroding the earth and vegetation.
Everything within sight was rapidly losing its original color.
It was as if the paint on the picture was washed away, leaving only pale lines.
"Even if it was a dream, it was a nightmare about King Cang."
Chen Lun seemed to be still unsatisfied.
This time he raised his hands, and two crystal cubes appeared in his left and right palms again.
"go."
Chen Lun waved his hand.
The two crystal cubes flew farther away.
"not enough!"
Chen Lun consumed the massive amount of physical strength accumulated during the "Year" and drove his own mythical power to condense five or six crystal cubes again. He delivered his "gift" to the dream world as if it were free.
Bang! Bang!
Bang bang bang bang!
All you can hear are crisp sounds, and bright pale dust blooms like fireworks.
The entire colorful dream world seemed to be infected by a virus. Living things became stiff and withered in a pale color. Everything was heading towards deathly silence...
Suddenly, Chen Lun felt a strong warning from his spiritual intuition.
He sneered.
He clapped his hands, turned around and disappeared on the spot.
Next second.
An old man covered in a ragged cloak, holding a cane with a tattered package tied to it, appeared at the entrance of the dream world.
He was enveloped in a dim light and looked around.
Finally, a hoarse groaning sound came from the cloak.
After a while.
His figure disappeared again.
It seems that he doesn't intend to take care of this matter...
Deep in the dream world.
The vast starry sky of nothingness.
Under the high wall whose top cannot be seen, a man with naked upper body and disheveled hair is sitting against the wall.
His body was covered with sword wounds, and each wound was covered with crystals.
The man had a blank expression on his face under his messy hair.
He raised his hand, roughly scratched the wound, took out the flesh and blood infected by the crystals, and threw it away casually.
But the next second, more crystals grew in the bloody wound at an even faster speed.
"King Cang..."
Feeling his own strength being devoured and eroded by the crystal bit by bit, Dagon's eyes flashed with deep fear, and he growled with gnashed teeth.
After an unknown amount of time, the man frowned.
He seemed to have noticed something and slowly stood up.
Looking at the end of the starry sky, the floating continent is turning pale at an increasingly faster speed.
Dagon was in a daze.
He lowered his head again and looked at the wounds on his body.
That fear gradually turned into fear...