After missing a hit, the eyes as huge as a city gate slowly closed.

Then, in just a few seconds, another change occurred. The figure that was still full and bright red just now was suddenly like a bag of soda being sucked clean until it withered into a piece of dead skin with gray matter.

After a moment of silence, a dark purple devil's hand suddenly poked out from inside, like the owner opening a door curtain. Ozma tore through the dead skin and walked out calmly.

He looked down coldly at the many pretenders kneeling down below, and a devilish smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

After more than six hundred years, he has returned. Is this worthless world ready for the real chaos to come?

Although Ozma still maintains most of his human appearance, he has cold cheeks covered with magic lines, sharp claws, horns on the top of his head, ferocious demon thorns protruding from the surface of his skin, and a pair of demon spears behind his back.

Wings...all show the perfect posture of his current demon body.

"I was noticed, but it doesn't matter."

Ozma withdrew his interested gaze, and the tens of thousands of pretenders kneeling below also stood up at this moment. They looked up to the sky and roared with a fanatical attitude. The mixed noise and roar spread beyond the Chester area.

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There was a sudden thunderclap in the sky, thick clouds gathered, flashing with dazzling red lightning, and the dark pressure was overwhelming.

"Astros, Belias, Taimat?!"

Ozma summoned his knights, but there was no response for a long time.

He frowned and looked around the entire black earth. After his rebirth, he could see all the blind spots at a glance. How come none of the three dark knights who were loyal and guarded the God of Chaos were missing.

Taimat and Belias can still understand that they should have failed to break through the human defense line before, especially in the presence of the strongest trial blade... But Astros, who is best at stealth assassination, why is he today

Chaos returns and she is nowhere to be seen?

Could it be said that Astros also encountered misfortune.

The army of pretenders has been assembled, and he will personally lead it, which is bound to make this hypocritical world pay the heaviest price. However, the loyal and sincere three dark knights are not around, and Ozma ponders for a moment.

Could it be that he is doomed to be severely mocked by fate, and whether it is his relatives and friends, his former lover or his current subordinates, they will all encounter misfortune in the end?

Thinking of this, a fierce look suddenly flashed in Ozma's eyes, fate... Haha, let me end everything with my own hands, turn the whole world into chaos, and then see if there is any "fate" left.

Word.

The fatally hostile apostle "Michel" is already in despair. The blade of trial that pierced the apostle's heart should be broken.

"Lord Ozma..."

Among the army of pretenders, two "ghosts" with illusory shapes came forward. One was as tall as an ox, with a blindfold on one eye, and the other bound his hands with his white hair stained with blood.

"Karenin, Leonit...it's so gratifying to see you." Ozma showed a slight smile of comfort. He borrowed the power of his other self and forced himself to break free even without the need for Kazan to be resurrected.

The chain seal of the underworld.

Now after waking up, he could see two old friends from the past, which suddenly made him miss the past for a moment.

During the disaster of the mad dragon Hess, he and Kazan rushed to the front line to find the source of the disaster. General Karenin and adjutant Leonite led the army to intercept countless dragon troops.

But the memory is just a thought, and it only comes to mind for a moment.

He has completely abandoned the past!

The ruined city of Aeronor suddenly rumbled and shook. A giant centipede with a body length of one kilometer was walking on the ground with bumps and bumps. Its scales rubbed against each other and made a strange sound. It also crushed many pretenders to death... It was in Ozma.

He raised his body in front of him, with three pairs of eyes shining coldly.

The huge head has undergone some changes. At the top of its head, the shell naturally formed a bone throne, and it bowed its head respectfully towards Ozma.

"The original pretender, Enbinor, my friend..." Ozma walked towards the head of the giant centipede as if he were ascending the throne, and sat down slowly, very satisfied with the other party's compliance.

"It's a pity that Lord Kazan's resurrection plan failed." Karenin was very unwilling. He was extremely eager to see General Kazan again.

It was his greatest honor to be able to ride on the battlefield with General Kazan!

"Kazan...my dear friend, I wonder if you still insist on your stupid choice after so many years in the underworld."

Ozma casually snapped his fingers. Because the underground lava in the Chester area was boiling, resulting in a harsh environment with volcanic ash covering the sky, suddenly, like the power of a saint to divide the sea, they automatically separated to both sides, revealing a "clean and clear" road.

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The end of the direction pointed by the road is his plan that was blocked by Michelle and the mysterious woman more than 600 years ago and thus failed... the capital of the Peruvian Empire, Vetalon.

Just as Enbinol's twisting body was leading the army of pretenders on their way, somewhere in the ruins of the black earth lay the mangled corpse of a patient with ghost hands.

His bright red twisted ghost hand seemed to have come to life, with many red blood droplets pouring out, and a shadow of ghosts and gods with an extremely violent aura emerged from it, staring at the direction where the army of pretenders left.

"Ozma, my best friend..."

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First, the black earth collapsed, and then the volcano in the Chester area erupted, turning it into a ruins stretching for hundreds of miles. Smoke billowed all day long, and there were few human traces inside.

The Holy Order has been patrolling and setting up defenses nearby, and the empire's legions, including reinforcements from various places, are also pulling a defensive front within a large area.

As for when it will return to the normal state of the past, no one can guess the exact answer. If you have to say, it is probably to make sure that all the pretenders inside are dead.

But no matter how you think about it, it seems a bit too far-fetched. The concept of pretenders is written in textbooks.

The "pretender" seems to have turned into something similar to a cold. Because it is so familiar, it is really hard to imagine that it suddenly disappears completely one day.

There are the largest number of soldiers guarding the direction leading to Vetalun, and they are all well-equipped and well-trained, because the stakes involved are so important that nothing can be done carelessly.

One of the centurions took advantage of the free time during the shift to light a cigarette, puffed away the smoke, and couldn't help complaining: "The noble men are singing and dancing in peace, enjoying wealth and wealth in peace, but we are just here to guard it.

Not many extra allowances have been given yet.”

"Come on, think on the bright side. At least it's not a war now and no one will die." Another centurion asked him for a cigarette. Just as he lit it, the ground beneath his feet suddenly shook.

Along with the violent friction sound, the military camp began to tremble as if there was an earthquake. The sky, the earth, and everything in front of them were cast into shadows, as if they were about to cover the entire world, and they raised their bodies to block the rays of the sun.

The soldiers who had been having fun training were suddenly filled with fear, and their bodies almost convulsed with fright. Such a huge monster was simply beyond the reach of human power.

Ozma looked indifferently at the ants on the ground running for their lives. They were very similar to the past, but they were not.

The empire's standard armor is the result of imitation and improvement of the equipment of the former Peruvian Empire, and it still retains some shadows of the ancient empire.

"It's a pity that the end of the Peruvian Empire did not end in my hands."

The empire's 3,000-man garrison suffered heavy losses under Enbinol's few flicking movements, not to mention the army of pretenders swarming behind them.

Except for some guys who had grabbed the horses and were still running away, the others were overwhelmed by the pretenders. After a short time, they stood up again with scars all over their bodies and became one of the pretenders.

The massive attack of the pretender army naturally attracted the attention of the defenders in other areas, including part of the Xu Ancestor Anti-Magic Group and the priests.

If they saw Enbinol's huge body, they could barely accept it cognitively. After all, the giant beast of the sky was wandering in the Arad continent. In comparison, Enbinol was just a caterpillar.

But when they stared at Ozma on the throne above Enbinor, they all showed expressions of shock and disbelief, because everyone now knew that Ozma had been killed by Ye Lin.
Chapter completed!