He is the most disrespectful person in the Arad continent. He is full of evil and sinful. After his soul is weighed by the bone scale, shouldn't he gain corresponding terrifying power?

Leon spread out his palms wearing the killing gloves. He didn't feel that he had become much stronger. It was as if his obsession with God and his desire to obtain God's power called for loneliness.

The "reward" he received seemed to be those life forms from the immortal world, meaning.

An earth-yellow giant with a body of one hundred feet, an immortal being with thousands of eyes, stretched out its big hand with twisted knuckles towards the citizens of Vetalun. The eyeball in the palm was constantly rotating strangely. This scene was very terrifying.

mind.

"Oh haha, they are really a bunch of ugly things. When Stone Bone Beast sees you, he will feel a little confident in his appearance." The sword of oath, Leiwodin, shone with the light of the elements. Siatt stroked the sword, lifting the weight as lightly as she stepped on it.

The women's combat boots that she was wearing suddenly appeared like a thunderbolt, moving as fast as thunder.

Kill the evil!

Phew~

Large chunks of minced meat rolled to the ground, and disgusting blood flowed all over the ground. Some eyes were still blinking when they fell to the ground. Each one was as big as a millstone, which frightened many residents of Vetalun and became a psychological phenomenon.

shadow.

Siat Ixir, the daughter of Count Orson, is she the perfect experimental subject for the power of transference?

Many people were stunned after watching this astonishing scene. That giant creature from the undead world was worthy of being released by Moros, the God of Terror. At the very least, it was an existence at the pinnacle of legend.

It may even be the realm of origin, the pinnacle of Arad's peaks, where only a few people have existed throughout the ages.

But in the hands of perfect experimental subject Siatt, it seems to be just a pile of disgusting rotten meat.

No wonder Emperor Leon has always longed for the power of transfer and conducted multiple transfer experiments at all costs. Anyone would be tempted by this mysterious and powerful power.

"Tsk, tsk, you two are really becoming more and more like a couple. I just pity the Stone Bone Beast. He has worked really hard to live in the demon world, and he is lying on the ground every day." Yuena shrugged her shoulders, raised her hand, and started a round.

The bright golden sun rises into the sky.

The flesh and blood tissue of the undead creature that was still squirming and merging on the ground was like ice and snow, completely turning into a pool of smelly stagnant water.

Qianying's slender white fingers were wrapped with ghost-bound silk, as if he was playing with his own hair. His temperament was elegant and refined, and he asked: "Where is the tyrant?"

"What about~" Mo Mei pursed her red lips, pointed in a direction, and looked over there. Someone was one step faster than you, and was about to pinch you.

"Father, where are you hiding the Imperial Seal?" The eldest prince slowly approached, with a hint of urgency and coldness on his handsome face.

It is a symbol of the emperor's position. If a person of royal blood possesses it, it is equivalent to sitting on half of the noble throne.

Even if Leon casually said something about giving the throne to the third princess, for an emperor who was full of evil and unforgivable, not many people would care about his last words.

Leon silently looked at himself. Although he had not become much stronger, after undergoing various experiments and increasing the power of various secret treasures, his level was no less than that of his "good son". He smiled lightly and said: "Under the whole world, there are thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

, what I give to you is yours, otherwise, you have nothing."

In other words, if you were not my son, how would you have the qualifications to inherit the throne? You might be cultivating fields somewhere, leaving early and returning late.

"Oh, I am proud of Baden's bloodline and ashamed of Hainrich's bloodline!"

The eldest prince was even more rude in his words, which was tantamount to tearing his face apart. Leon Heinrich's original name was Heid Baden. The surname Baden came from the founding emperor of the country who had an iron fist - He

Lon Baden.

After Heid Baden ascended the throne as emperor, he changed his name to Leon Heinrich. In order to prevent himself from appearing too rebellious by changing his ancestral name, he also cast a fig leaf over it. He also pushed it down two generations and called himself

It was "Hainrich" III.

Moreover, the real meaning of "three generations" is more than that, he is hinting at teasing his two brothers.

Heid Baden was the third son of the former emperor. According to the succession system, only if his eldest and second brothers failed to succeed, he would be the third son.

Therefore, Hainrich I and II also allude to his two brothers. Unfortunately, he himself is the third generation.

The eldest prince wants to deny the bloodline of "Hainrich" and regain the glory of the bloodline of his ancestor Heron Baden, so he immediately changes his name to "Aswan Vann Franz Baden"!

If he was lucky enough to ascend the throne as emperor, he wouldn't mind changing the name "Delos". Anyway, his glory has been polluted, so he might as well keep it clean.

The eldest princess Celia, who was at the center of the revolutionary army, looked at the father and son who were fighting each other. She had intended to sneak into the palace to look for the imperial seal, but she suddenly let out a long sigh, full of desolation.

The civil strife in the empire gave her a lot of new insights. The golden throne, which symbolizes the pinnacle power of a country, has greedy eyes at all times. They want to see directly into your heart and find flaws in your thoughts.

Only a person with great wisdom and perseverance can be a qualified monarch. Sitting in that position, he needs to bear the terrifying pressure like a mountain.

"charge!"

Marquis Gravus personally blew the horn of war, but the target of the attack was not the revolutionary army, but the flesh and blood monsters that suddenly arrived, and they were attracted by the strong smell of life.

Undead creatures are not the dead, but they are not normal intelligent life either. Instead, they are creatures similar to undead. Their light of wisdom is as small as a candle.

Let’s put aside the civil strife in the empire for the time being. We will talk about it later. There are more important things to deal with now, the elimination of these undead life forms.

"Gravus, you are so ignorant." Underworld Yuk dismissed it. He would not use his power on these ugly guys who would get no benefit from killing them.

The order of the empire will eventually be reestablished, and he doesn't think Ye Lin can compete with the gods. Overall, it seems that Lyon has a better chance of winning.

"Purple mist group? Underworld Yuk! Come and fight with me." Buwanga was full of murderous intent, picked up a huge metal totem, and strode towards the gloomy black shadow.

The blood hatred of the Bantu people is unforgettable, and the blood feud will be repaid with blood!

"Yuke, be careful, uncle's strength is very scary." Barn laughed playfully, then touched his neck, leaving a lingering fear of being cut.

If it weren't for Corrupt Heart, he would really have died from Rabina's last hit. Damn it.

But he was also secretly rejoicing that Ye Lin, who was targeted by the gods, would finally end his brilliant but short life.

"How about you worry more about yourself than others?" A ray of translucent ghost-bound silk shot out, grazing Barn's cheek and piercing his earlobe, leaving a trail of blood.

Qianying picked it with his fingertips, and a piece of earlobe flesh was torn apart.

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It is not an exaggeration to say that the power of chaos was born from the many exchanges of good and evil. It is a coincidence. After hundreds of millions of years, every minute and every second, it was born at that moment due to many factors.

Ye Lin swung the sword casually, and Ozma was willing to use his blood soul and power to temper the Sword of the Beginning. Before it was activated, it was already dark and deep, but it also contained countless light spots and magnificent and complicated lines.

The sword spreads out, as if a majestic galaxy has condensed.

"If you want, you can." Ye Lin flicked the sword blade and said with a faint smile: "Business is all about bartering at first. In exchange for your terrifying power, I will give you the sword."

It doesn't seem like a big loss to exchange a complete Chaos that you don't know how to use or whether it is complete for a complete terrifying power of Taichu.

Moros was silent. The huge sheep head's white bones had empty eye sockets. Suddenly, a bunch of undead ghost fire jumped up. A door made of bright red flesh and blood appeared in the sky, and traces of black energy implicated the white bones.

His power and aura are rapidly increasing, and the image of the god is becoming clearer. He has a sheep head, human bones, a talisman-like robe, and his arms are as black and wrinkled as charcoal. He is like an evil spirit that only exists in ghost stories and will appear in the middle of the night.

Knock on the door of the disrespectful person's bedroom.

"So, are you going to do it for free?" Ye Lin rolled his eyes. This guy reached out and asked for it. If he didn't pay a penny, he would be beaten three times a day in human society.

The annoying character of a prostitute is somewhat similar to the previous Da Keer.

"You have gained enough. The moment He reunites, everything will return to the beginning, a new world will be born, and we will become...the old gods." A spiral-shaped Styx appeared in Moros's hand.

Key, this is the key to the undead world, and it is also a weapon no less than the "Sword of Charon".

Those who have not yet become gods dare to disrespect the horror of the beginning.

"I wouldn't mind getting more."
Chapter completed!