Chapter 1078

North of the duanjie mountain, the far north wasteland, the ruins of the Dragon King City... Tiankeng.

Wearing a cloak and a hood, the rickety figure walked alone in the snow field. The slender walking stick supported his staggering pace, and the corners of his mouth spewing white fog hung a smile.

The hood shook gently, and the staggering pace left a string of footprints in the snow.

"I'm... Really confused..."

A low, faint voice with a little groan echoed in the snowstorm; Clearly so weak voice, in the roaring wind, but it seems very clear.

"You know I'm back... You know..."

"Then why... You treacherous deserters... Cowards... Traitors... Shameless sewer rats..."

"One day I can be brave... Become a variable on my chessboard... Discordant notes... Disturbing noise..."

In the open ice and snow land, four "black fog" surround the staggering figure - somehow, they are always blocked by an invisible "air wall".

Just ten steps, but it's like a natural moat.

"Come on... Don't be too formal... Tell me..."

The staggering figure stopped and slowly raised the slender palm.

"What gives you great courage... To be able to show it openly rather than grovel..."

The clutching stick fell suddenly.

"In front of me?!"

Boom——————————

The moment the walking stick landed, the invisible ripples swept across the ice and snow land - the storm stopped in an instant, and the flying snowflakes stagnated like time.

"Pa!"

The four "black fogs" around are like fragile glass, which break up at the moment when the waves pass by, revealing four figures with different looks.

Diabo, the "last shadow" kneeling on one knee, gasped in pain, and his painful eyes stared at the figure in a cloak with some resentment.

Or... Careless?

Panting in pain, the "shadow" clenched his teeth and made a "cluck" sound... It was an instinctive reaction from his life when he felt fear.

If there is no actual body in the void, there will be no physical stress response of "fear"; So... This can only be a tremor in the consciousness of the lower being in the face of the higher void being.

Just a face-to-face, not even how, just divergent, destroy his own vanity power with vanity reaction... No, even he shouldn't have such power!

"Let me guess..." under the hood, there was a slightly ironic arrogant tone again.

"You noticed my return... You know... The evil gods who just broke the boundary... Fell are very weak... So you came to the door... Trying to erase my existence while I was still weak..."

"Unfortunately... You are so wrong..."

The bent figure stirred slightly, as if laughing; The right hand holding the stick slowly raised - as if it was not just an ordinary slender stick, but a symbol of supreme authority:

"I say... You are equal to my royal front. You must be obedient to show your inferiority!"

Boom!!!!

The huge impact came from behind, and the snow around the four figures burst one after another; His legs were bound by chains and couldn't move.

This?!

The shocked "terminator" stared wide, and the instant pain seemed as if a soldering iron was directly pressed on his head. The original clear consciousness was a little blurred - although only a little, it was indeed lost.

As a collection of evil gods... Consciousness and existence, as the root force of the emotional maintenance of the creatures of the world, I would be confused about my own existence value

How is this possible?!

"Hi!!!!!"

With a roar, the burly "tyrant" gawaite broke free from the shackles and jumped up to the bent figure.

His strong arms were held high, and the phantom of the big sword and the Tomahawk appeared in his hands at the same time, aiming at the figure and chopping hard.

The face under the hood changed slightly and instinctively retreated.

"Boom --!!"

The splashing snow is like rolling waves, surging and surging, and two figures, one big and one small, are exposed at the moment of falling.

The phantom of the sword and axe was stopped by the slender walking stick - no matter how powerful the "tyrant" was, he could not continue to take the first half step.

"Hey, ah..." the "tyrant" with fire in his eyes was still roaring and roaring. His swollen body exposed every muscle and blood vessel clearly. The battle axe and sword built by the phantom even made sparks on the walking stick.

One of the sparks splashed gently from the hood of the bent figure and tore some holes slightly; The eyes hidden under them slowly raised, and the cold killing intention turned into a solid figure in front of them like a sea wave.

"Poof --!"

With a muffled sound, a blood hole was opened in the center of the tyrant's chest, and the heart, flesh and ribs were instantly crushed.

But the burly figure did not step back.

"My existence... Condenses from the soldiers who died in the bloody battle... The last will..." trembling, raised his head, and the endless sense of war was burning in gowaite's pupils:

"If you want to kill me... Just come... Even if the world collapses, even if you are killed millions of times, even if your power is really invincible..."

"My endless anger will never bow to any existence!"

"Dang --!"

The fallen axe and sword smashed the walking stick and fell to the ground.

Boom!!!!

With a loud noise, the ice and snow land collapsed one after another and fell into the Tiankeng of the bottomless abyss; As far as I can see, the area where only five figures are still standing - like a towering lonely tower.

Staggering back a few steps, the figure stopped at the edge of the "lonely tower" and half stepped on the falling gap.

"I said... Those who wield the sword... Will be hurt by the sharp blade..."

The low voice sounded like a whisper around the four figures at the same time, as if it was the will of God.

"Poof! Poof poof poof poof..."

Slashing, stabbing, pounding, smashing, tearing... Countless kinds of injuries burst on the burly body of the "tyrant" at the same time, like being pierced by thousands of arrows in all directions. The body kept shaking violently and plasma splashed.

The hot plasma splashed on the white snow, and the transpiration heat wave rolled up in the ice vapor.

"Poop!"

The bloody body knelt to the ground, followed by the falling arms, the cut chest, the penetrating heart, the cut flesh, and the beheaded head.

There was another crisp sound, and the head of the "tyrant" burst - it was like being crushed by iron boots.

"Gawaite?!"

Diabo, the "last shadow" with a frightened face, resolutely got up, rolled up the bloody shadow and rushed straight to the bent figure standing on the edge of the cliff:

"Lemantes, don't let gowaite fall!"

The old man standing on a stick stood up shakily, and his withered right hand stretched out to the bones of the "tyrant"; The next second, countless "black fog" gushed out of the snow soaked with blood like a ghost, wrapped around the broken body with only the trunk left.

The panting "dead man" lemantes knelt in the snow, and his old body exuded the smell of death. His skin was like years of plaster, full of chapped cracks.

Damn it

Whether it is the "tyrant", "the dead" or "the last shadow"... The power of the four evil gods has already lost more than half in the past hundreds of years, and has been lost in the eyes because of the abandonment of the eagle king and the death of the apostles.

Now they are also weak to the extreme. Compared with the evil god who has just fallen, they are only as if they were, not as powerful as they think.

After all, no matter what the "exaggerated" description, they are not the embodiment of "desire", "war intention" and "compassion", but only the consciousness of maintaining their own existence without erasing relying on these "emotions" and "messages".

"Bang --!"

The bloody shadow hit the invisible "air wall". No matter how it hit, it could not get close to the bent figure for half a step.

This is not all his strength... At the moment of approaching, "the terminator" Diabo felt the creepy truth.

He finally made it clear that his void force was not "stopped" or "offset", but "denied" - the existence of the nature of "desire" of all creatures was denied in the hands of the person in front of him.

What does that mean?

It means that if he can't erase or expel him when he can't give full play to his power, he will "deny" and "reshape" himself... And all the existence in this world.

Never let him do that!

"Diabo... You are really excellent - on the level of void power, you are even above the former Asriel..."

The bent figure slowly raised his head, and countless bloody shadows passed him, but he could not really hurt him; The cold eyes made the always mean "end shadow" tremble:

"But unfortunately... My world... Has no place for selfish desire..."

Diabo clenched his teeth, and the blood phantom around him became darker and darker.

A cold smile appeared under the hood of the bent figure:

"I said... Those who are full of selfish desires... Will be swallowed up by desire..."

The voice fell, and the blood phantom sweeping around suddenly stopped, like a blood red tentacle, and turned to the body of the "last shadow".

The next moment, the frightened Diabo was wrapped by his own power of emptiness, and the cruel bloody shadow turned into a sickle like storm, tearing his body to pieces.

"Bang --!"

The sound of broken glass echoed in the cold wind, and the residual shadow dissipated. Diabo's broken body knelt to the ground, but still didn't fall down.

The face under the hood showed a little surprise.

"You... Ignored a very important problem." Diabo stood up slowly and looked straight at the eyes under his hood without flinching:

"All my life until I died, I was fighting with all kinds of ambitions and desires... The power gathered like this... Can never hurt me!"

The bent figure nodded slightly, leaning on a slender walking stick, and stepped forward a little.

"I see... That's right, I remember... 'the last shadow' Diabo... You are a wizard born in the heyday of the Dragon Kingdom... Penetrating desire is your innate ability..."

"So if you want to defeat you, it seems that there is only one... That is to completely devour your emptiness, erase your existence and consciousness... And turn you... Into a part of me..."

"You..."

Diabo's voice trembled slightly: "what are you going to do, your ambition... Desire... Ideal... What is it?"

"What's the point of what you've done?"

The bent figure stopped and didn't move on.

"If you just ruled the world, you had done it thousands of years ago - so what happened after that?"

Staring at the face under the hood, the "last shadow" frowned: "even now... I still don't think there is any power or existence to stop you; in a sense, the reason why this world is this world has something to do with you."

"Tell me, your ambition... Desire... Will... What is the value of your existence?"

The will to come to this world

The master of all creatures

The ultimate dream of a wizard

What exactly did he want?

The face under the hood showed a sarcastic smile.

"I can understand you, Diabo... I can understand... You who have been fighting with desire all your life... Can't understand a motive not out of desire... You can't understand... Because it's not desire..."

"This is a world... The ultimate war against another world... What I have done in the past millennium... Is just to break the balance between them... Let the void penetrate into the material... Make the impossible possible... Turn what I think into reality... Make the objective existence subject to subjective understanding..."

"Finally, the two worlds become one... My consciousness will eventually become the consciousness of this world... My existence is the existence of this world... What I say... Think... See... Hear... Will all become the existence of this world..."

"This is not ambition... Desire... This is a war between one world and another... This is justice... And necessity..." the bent figure mercilessly mocked:

"I can see your confusion... So... Asriel didn't tell you all the truth..."

"Because you can't understand this... It's really sad!"

Diabo clenched his teeth and made a "cluck" sound.

"On the contrary, Asriel... He told us everything. Just because he told us everything, I can't believe... You will exist like this." Diabo said coldly:

"Before, I was skeptical and hesitant; but now I am very sure that we must erase you here, otherwise you will deprive us of everything in this world, and you will hold the right to choose whether we exist or not..."

"For our own existence and sustainable future, we must erase you... This is also justice!"