"Ah——It's the legendary Holy Pharaoh..."
The demon's voice sounded like a chorus of billions of dead souls.
"You are standing here, ready to witness the end of the god of death, or--"
His tone suddenly dropped: "Want to die again?"
"However, this time, there will be no god in the underworld who can retrieve your soul."
"Because, under my power, they will be reduced to ashes and destroyed—"
What the demon Bafomet was talking about was the "Death of the Holy Pharaoh" that Lin Ke had previously publicized to the outside world.
Lin Ke looked into the demon's eyes at this time, and he knew very well that this should be what the Supreme Ruler King told the demon Bafmiel.
The Holy Pharaoh stood still, his robes fluttering in the hot wind created by the demon.
His expression was still so calm, almost indifferent.
"Baphomet."
"You think that you can be above everything by consuming the power of the god of death."
"But why don't you ask the Supreme Ruler King who fought against my Holy Egypt?"
"I think he has a different view on this than you do."
The demon's pupils contracted slightly, and then he burst into a low laugh.
The laughter caused the ground to crack and lava to spew out.
"Overriding?"
There was a hint of teasing in his voice, and he didn't seem to care about what Lin Ke said about the "Supreme Ruler King": "No, Holy Pharaoh, I'm just enjoying your despair."
The Holy Pharaoh did not respond, but slowly raised his hand.
But the devil's gaze could not help but follow Lin Ke.
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