"It doesn't seem to make sense?" Lu En stood up and blocked the portal.

"No, what you said makes sense, and I agree with your statement." The Immortal said, "But you still have to die."

"Why?" Lu En was puzzled.

"Because your statement is illusory, it just gave me some inspiration." The Immortal drew his sword: "No matter how beautiful the future you hope for is, your current actions will actually start a war that will be like that of thousands of years ago.

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"But I also think you are right. I am not talking about your dream, but the current status of the empire that you have pointed out. Therefore, I will stop this big melee, and then slowly go back to transform the empire."

"And I can see that you won't trust such a method, so there is nothing more to say." The Immortal explained seriously.

Until now, she has been very calm, without the slightest hint of hostility or irritability.

But there was nothing wrong with what she said.

Lu En would not believe that the empire would "correct itself" after returning.

If it is true that self-correction is possible, how could things have come to this point?

The essence of a struggle without destruction or establishment and without bloodshed must be compromise and surrender.

But the Immortals don't think so.

Obviously, people have different paths and cannot work together. The battle of ideas is the most cruel.

The paths are in conflict, and even if the two sides are not at all hostile to each other, they will still have to fight to the death in the end.

The Immortal gently stretched out a sword without even taking it out of its sheath.

Silently - Lu En's body split into countless pieces, and these countless pieces were cut again until they were so severe that they could not be reassembled and turned into the finest dust.

In the eyes of outsiders, it suddenly disappears, and the dust is not even visible to the naked eye.

He died immediately.

Not even a single move could be resisted, and no matter how much force was used in this move, the Immortal didn't even draw the sword, and the blade was still in the sheath.

The protective arrays arranged in advance around his body, the so-called accidental triggering techniques, and the tyrannical defense that could withstand the king's attack, all failed to have the slightest effect.

It doesn't even trigger.

Moreover, it was the body that died, not the puppet. He appeared next to the immortal in his true body.

"No matter how much ambition you have, what can you do without strength?" The Immortal shook his head, and then activated the portal and came to hell through this miracle created by humans.

After being transported to hell, this place is still the same, red and desert, with only a few places where life and demons exist, such as swamps or some Jedi.

After all, hell is too big, much larger than the world where the empire is located. Although most of it is deserted, the number of demons bred in the remaining places is also quite terrifying.

However, when she arrived in hell, she raised her head in surprise and made a confused sound: "Huh?"

Because, the scenery of hell suddenly changed.

Hell, the wind suddenly appeared.

It's not an ordinary wind, but a "monsoon belt" similar to the world where the empire is located.

The monsoon belt is one of the great forces of nature. Huge air currents blow along the belt, and winds blow regularly throughout the year. Although people once believed that it was a passage created by the gods for birds to pass through, just like people walking.

Just like on the road, birds also need "roads" to fly. The birds migrating in the ring on time seems to confirm this statement.

However, scholars hundreds of years ago have cracked the mystery. The monsoon ring is actually a natural phenomenon. The air will flow due to the different relationship between hot and cold. The hot air rises and the cold air falls. The air flow becomes

The wind.

The same is true for the monsoon belt. The thermal difference between the sea and land, and the dynamic and thermal effects of huge terrains such as plateaus, mountains, and plains are the main factors in the formation of the monsoon belt. As long as the terrain within the continent does not shift greatly, the monsoon belt will always remain the same.

According to this rule, high pressure will form on the ocean, low pressure will form on the continent, and the air will form strong winds flowing from the ocean to the continent, and the cycle will continue forever. Birds just use the monsoon wind to migrate more easily, and so do humans.

Take advantage of this and use it to fly airships.

However, there is no monsoon ring in hell. The sea of ​​hell is the ancient Hillelius. This king will not evaporate at all. Therefore, it is impossible for hell to have such a large-scale monsoon.

But this thing just appeared.

On the monsoon ring, there is an empty figure, pale light surrounds his body, and magic power surrounds him, like fireflies surging, and like the Milky Way falling into it.

The sound of wind echoed melodiously in the desert of hell, like whirling notes, chanting loosely, so clean and desolate.

After the calm... comes the sweeping wind.

The monsoon belt is driven by some kind of force!

The wind rose, and the man's arms spread out to face the wind, letting the wind carrying sand blow across his face from the top.

From an ordinary person's point of view, they didn't notice anything wrong, because it was just a few extra breezes.

But... when the perspective is zoomed into space, like an immortal, one can see the whole world clearly, but one can find that the atmosphere has begun to change.

Countless monsoons that do not belong to the present have appeared early! Carrying something else, they begin to converge. Something... is controlling the flow of air in the entire hell!

What can do this?

There is only one answer——

The origin of hell!!

The immortal did not hesitate, drew out his sword, and raised it to the sky.

The great power of level 10 is initially revealed.

It seems that as the concept of "sword" appeared, the inexplicable power tore the world apart, temporarily inserting a special concept into the world.

The sword world has arrived.

Under the haze brought by the origin of hell, indescribable extra-legal principles began to usurp the rules brought by the origin.

Use the law of the sword to shield the laws of this world, and the infinite brilliant sword light shines on all things.

Then - the rotation of ten thousand swords.

The sword world is closed and forms a cycle of reincarnation. In an instant, the 'sword world' replaced the 'hell'.

Then, infinite acceleration.

Light and heat circulate between heaven and earth without beginning or end, replacing the original monsoon air circulation.

The entire monsoon belt collapsed in an instant!

At the same time, a little light appears!

The long sword was unsheathed, the sword roared loudly, the sword energy turned into a rainbow, and flew up from the ground. In an instant, the earth cracked! Everything was destroyed!

However--

The powerful magic power was like raging waves crashing on the shore, and although the sword energy was as sharp as a rainbow, it was still torn apart from it!

Lu En is not dead yet!

No, it's better to say...he is already dead.

"The breath of other kings, ah... did you kill those kings who were loyal to the empire, and with the help of their power, did you completely integrate into the origin at the last moment?" The immortal's sword force was deflected, which made her stop.

offensive.

She somewhat admired what this weak being in front of her had sacrificed.

Three kings in total who had taken refuge in the empire were all secretly killed by Lu En. Without exception, they all used the puppet invitation of the Lord of Eternal Darkness. Then You Ye, he, and the Crystal Singer set up an ambush and killed them instantly.

Later, these people were created into personality puppets by Youye to deceive the empire.

The Immortal shook his head. The empire's control over hell was still too weak. In addition...these kings who were willing to surrender were themselves weak, otherwise they would not surrender.

Then, the king in front of him put these fragments together, added himself, and sacrificed them to the origin.

It's not quite right to say it's a sacrifice, it should be said... a return.

Four fragments, put together, return to the origin.

The origin is chaotic and unconscious. When he returns to the origin, the king takes the opportunity to use his own consciousness to invade and control the origin.

During this period of time, there is no doubt that the origin of hell is him, and he is the origin of hell.

But...how long can the weak consciousness of Level 9 last?

The origin of hell itself is extremely chaotic and disorderly. Just a fragment wants to turn the guest into the master?

impossible.

In a few minutes at most, you will be integrated into the origin, completely losing yourself, losing consciousness, and feeling confused.

The other party was already dead from the moment he merged into his origin. No wonder he would appear in front of him in his true form. He knew clearly that he would die the moment he took action, but he still came.

It turns out that from the beginning, he was not prepared to go back alive, or in other words, from the moment he stopped himself, he was already ready to merge into the origin of hell anytime and anywhere.

"Since you have made a great sacrifice, I have to give you enough respect." The Immortal raised his hand, pointed at the phantom in the sky, and drew another sword.

The shadow in the sky heard these words and shook his head.

He is not great, he just doesn't want the future to be despairing forever. He will always remember the feeling he had after being led into the slums of Larante with the thought of revenge and the idea of ​​becoming famous and dominating the other world.

That's all, nothing great, just a bad guy.
To be continued...