Chapter 100 Kaifeng Weird Things
Tarona looked at the time. It would take about an hour for the test results to come out, so she decided to just sit here and wait.
The hellfire wrapped around her fingers suddenly erupted, and the remaining smell of decay in the bedroom was immediately burned away. They obediently entangled each other, weaving a throne made purely of fire for their noble and powerful master. There were also roaring ferocious demons on it, all of which were the master's glorious battle achievements.
The beauty with long hair sat down lazily, her eyes slightly closed, with a disdainful attitude.
King Xiangyang was still trapped in the nightmare, and he could not find the exit no matter how hard he tried. What made him even more horified was that the road under his feet turned into a sticky quagmire. Countless gray and rotten hands stretched out from the quagmire, roaring and grabbing his body, and slowly dragging him down.
He called out, he begged for help, he shouted for his life, but in the dark and silent space there was only the vicious roar and his echo.
…He was dragged away.
Outside the door, there was a group of servants who looked like puppets standing guard quietly. Anyone who entered this area would become one of them, including the servants, the doctor they had found with great difficulty, and the military officers who had rushed to the mansion in a hurry.
They came in a hurry, but in an instant they became lifeless and stopped at the edge of the range without moving.
If you look down from a high altitude...
Theseus commented: [It feels a bit like a zombie siege. 】
Talona was amused by this remark.
Isn't it? It does look quite weird when you look at it this way.
But compared to a zombie siege, it's more like accidentally entering a ghost's territory, and the lost humans will be eaten by the ghost as food. This ghost is quite cat-like and likes to perform a puppet show before eating people.
Time passed slowly, and the Xiangyang Palace became quieter and quieter, until the last person stepped in hurriedly. Before the astonishment in his eyes was fully revealed, he turned into a puppet like the people in front of him.
Phew, it's much quieter now.
The collapse bomb is silent, and its enormous power is only visible visually. The sound that can shake out human brain matter seems to be played in another world or latitude.
Humans cannot hear this sound.
Talona and Theseus can.
But unfortunately, they were not there and missed such a wonderful concerto.
This is also the reason why Tarona likes to blow up the villain's lair into fireworks. The sound is very nice and addictive.
At first, Theseus could not appreciate this kind of concerto that was so loud and powerful that it could shatter human brains. Perhaps it was because after working together for a long time, his aesthetic taste began to converge with that of his partner.
Those buildings that appeared and disappeared amid the brilliant fireworks are either majestic and solemn, or eerie and thrilling, or cyberpunk, or holy and magnificent.
They collapse, they shatter, they turn to dust.
Then, accompanied by a loud rumbling noise and the generous accompaniment of the universe, it was swallowed up bit by bit by the gradually expanding collapse points, and finally with a "——" sound it turned into tiny dust in the endless void.
Very nice.
Looks very good.
It is a feast for the ears and the eyes.
The higher intelligent life forms exclaimed in a gorgeous British accent.
They applauded and laughed in the grand firelight, and in the suddenly dimming skylight, they expressed their gratitude to the superheroes who came and said "thank you for helping to attract hatred."
They were polite, but the superheroes didn't seem to accept this courtesy very well.
Recalling the past, each person and system began to think about their former temporary teammates.
Didi.
The reminder sound set by Theseus sounded and the test results came out.
Skipping the dense professional data and vocabulary, Tarona went straight to the final conclusion.
Her guess was correct, but it was rough compared to the professional test results.
Those black pastes do not have the aura of the soul, but are made entirely from the soul.
Every drop and every grain, after being magnified using special processing methods, can reveal many faces screaming in pain.
The reason why Prince Xiangyang's cells are so active is that there is a human face like this stuck to each of his cells.
They died, and they should have gone to the underworld, where the good and evil would be determined.
But someone intercepted them and turned them into medicine to satisfy selfishness and greed, split them, crushed them, and made them live in pain forever.
Living for the greed of others.
The soul is a power that can be plundered and absorbed...
The fire of hell began to boil again, crimson stars burst out and screamed, wanting to burn this corrupt world to ashes.
"Indeed...it's time to burn it."
This was the first time that their screams were not rebuffed by their noble and powerful master.
Then hell began to boil.
The terrifyingly high temperature made this extravagant bedroom become deformed bit by bit, and slowly began to melt like a wax statue.
The beauty with sky-high hair stood up and walked towards the door. Her scarlet inner shirt fluttered with her steps and her pitch-black windbreaker was like a silent abyss, ready to devour anyone at any time.
Tick, tick, tick.
The sharp high heels stepped on the golden bricks which were more valuable than gold, and every step would create a cracked pattern.
The puppet-like people fell back.
Kahla, kahla.
The gilded beams were broken.
Bang, bang, bang.
The golden bricks scorched by the high temperature exploded one after another.
There was a strong burning smell in the air.
——Boom!
The bedroom of Prince Xiangyang collapsed.
A shrill howl came from beneath the melted ruins, the severe pain piercing through the nightmare and accurately directed at the humans trapped inside.
He still hadn't woken up.
Like a vegetative person, he remained conscious while the unbearable pain continued to crush his nerves.
No one moved.
They still stood there like puppets.
Look——
Those who are watching the play in the audience will also have a chance to become characters in the play.
…
The Blood Dragon, having regained its freedom, proudly displayed its truest form. Its huge and ferocious appearance scared the birds within dozens of miles away and made them dare not fly into the sky. Wherever it flew over, all animals became silent and no insects made a sound.
Tarona sat on top of it, reviewing the information he had received.
The 136 coffins probably represent a person's life. The things in the small tripods are made of human souls and are placed in the small tripods for... a fermentation-like effect.
Compared with the black viscous substance taken out from King Xiangyang's body, the black paste in those small tripods is more "green" and needs time to brew before it can finally play the role of reversing youth.
Brewing also consumes the human soul.
For those who wantonly harm and steal the souls of others to satisfy their own selfish desires, Tarona would usually kill them on the spot. It is a convenient thing for him to do, so he does not need the world consciousness to give him extra rewards.
World consciousness: ...
Thank you?
But now...
Perhaps it was the influence of the [Devil Rider]. After all, her synchronization rate with Majia Ka had reached 47.97% at this moment - she would not kill these people so easily.
The culprit and accomplice.
No one can escape, all of them should go to hell!
I have to say, there's something about He Miao.
Tarona searched the soul of King Xiangyang and learned from his memory the information about He Miao, a Taoist who claimed to be practicing in seclusion.
At first glance, he looks like an immortal, quite intimidating.
But if you look closely, you will find that he is very similar to Zhiji, with ambition and greed that cannot be hidden in his eyes. These ambitions and greed were fostered by the sudden acquisition of powerful power.
The witch's intuition told her that the remaining fragments were in this person.
As long as the remaining fragments are gathered together, the fragment inside Zhan Zhao's body can be led out, and the [Key of Morning Star] can be complete.
Just as Tarona breathed a sigh of relief, Theseus told her: "Miss Tarona, your synchronization rate with the [Devil Knight] has reached 48.29%... 48.31%... and the value is still rising."
Tarona: ...
Tarona took back his breath and sighed: "I knew it."
When she learned that she and the [Devil Rider] were highly compatible, she knew this day would come.
"…What does it feel like when the synchronization rate reaches 51%?"
she asked curiously.
Theseus thought for a moment and said, "Miss Ta, maybe you should ask Officer Xiangliu about this question."
As an old victim, I must be deeply touched.
Tarona opened her address book and saw Xiang Liujing was on a mission. She thought about it and decided not to be so wicked.
Her friend was originally a thin-skinned, socially anxious person, and his empathy was stronger than hers. What if her call actually increased his synchronization rate? Or maybe his synchronization rate was already over 51%, and his partner answered the call, and she still couldn't get an answer.
Forget it, it's not a big deal.
As long as she doesn't feel socially dead, she won't be the one who will be socially dead.
Tarona moved his arms and legs and said, "This is a rare first time. Remember to record it for me as a souvenir."
The first perspective is different from the perspective of others. The mission video is relatively simple and not good-looking. She wants something good-looking.
Theseus:【No problem.】
His photography skills are excellent, he is guaranteed to produce a blockbuster film.
The Great Witch nodded in satisfaction, and let the synchronization rate continue to rise with some anticipation.
Let's talk about He Miao.
He did not exorcise evil spirits like Zhiji, but took another path, a wild path disguised as Taoism.
To support people with ghosts.
Tarona was sure that he had gained some knowledge of demon sacrifice from the fragments. In the memory of King Xiangyang, there were several scenes of him performing the ritual. Looking at the talisman paper, rooster, black dog blood, and everything else, he was actually just fooling the spectators around him. He actually used the method of demon sacrifice.
The object of the sacrifice was naturally himself.
He was quite capable, as he used such a vicious method to reduce the damage of directly devouring souls. The souls made into the paste all lost their minds and were completely reduced to tools.
But this was not completely harmless, so He Miao went to find King Xiangyang.
First of all, he needs a backer.
Secondly, he was using Prince Xiangyang as a secondary filter.
Although Prince Xiangyang is a traitor who deserves to be killed, he still carries a certain amount of luck, which is the best filter.
He Miao presented the prepared soul paste to King Xiangyang, and the amount was controlled to be usable for only half a month each time. When he presented the treasure next time, he could take out the purified paste from King Xiangyang's body and mix it into the paste he used, and then further filter out the damage in the paste that could not be dispelled.
King Xiangyang was also a tool.
He deserves it.
He Miao did not live in Xiangyang. He lived in a mountain east of Xiangyang, more than twenty miles away from Xiangyang.
The crane flies westward and the sun rises in the east.
He means well.
Let others die for him and use the dead to increase his lifespan.
Prince Xiangyang was a gullible fool who easily bowed down to He Miao's Taoist robe. After feeling that he had truly regained his youth, he trusted He Miao even more. He provided this master with countless gold, new jewelry, and delicacies from the mountains and the sea every day, and he even gave away his favorite and richest hunting ground.
He Miao's ambition and greed grew day by day, and so did Prince Xiangyang's ambition and greed.
He wanted to be emperor even more.
He wants to become emperor as soon as possible.
He Miao acted arrogantly and made him beg three times, and received even more rare treasures. He then told King Xiangyang with satisfaction that he would invite a troop of heavenly soldiers to help him establish a new master for the Song Dynasty in the near future.
This happened last month.
He Miao stopped offering treasures every half a month, saying that in order to call on the heavenly soldiers, he needed to concentrate his mind and body, and could not use his consciousness to refine elixirs for King Xiangyang.
King Xiangyang thought about it and decided that the heavenly soldiers were more important. Besides, He Miao promised him that he could hire another heavenly soldier in two months at most. Two months... he could wait!
Heavenly Soldiers...
Several possibilities flashed through Tarona's mind, and he finally stopped at the puppet, as this was the only one that fit the bill.
She retrieved the information on the demon sacrifice and studied it carefully. The knowledge He Miao obtained must be only superficial, otherwise he could have been as arrogant as Zhi Ji. Why would he be so roundabout?
Since it's only in the shallow end, then... it should be possible to rescue it.
"roar."
The Blood Demon Dragon called out softly, and they had arrived at the hunting mountain where the "immortal" lived.
Does it need to dive down on the spot?
The blood dragon leaps forward to try.
Tarona held down its horn, and the excited blood dragon immediately calmed down.
"Need not."
She looked down at the Hunting Mountain below, which was covered with a layer of light black mist. A magnificent palace had been built at an astonishing speed on the highest point, with a plaque with the words "Infinite Saving of People" shamelessly hung on the door of the palace.
Infinitely save people?
She had seen many such shameless people, but she didn't feel angry at all.
The hellfire that was constantly surging and surging flowed out from under her feet, like rain, falling heavily; like fog, surging and covering; and like wind, everywhere.
The terrifying high temperature sneaked in below in a stealthy yet ostentatious manner. The animals kept in the hunting mountains ran towards the water source in fear. Birds flew in disorder and white-headed horses galloped. This was a sign that a disaster was about to come.
The hellfire was cruel and forgiving. It bypassed these terrified beasts and birds, separating the mountain into two parts, swaying and occupying the upper half.
Red, blooming all over the mountain.
Whoosh, whoosh.
It is the sound of fire breathing.
Tick, tick, tick.
The Lord of Hell has arrived.
…
He Miao was indeed refining a puppet.
The huge main hall was filled with tall and strong men. They all wore bronze masks and their hands and feet were bound. Only their bloodshot eyes and bulging necks could be seen.
These strong men should have been working in the fields or working as laborers to earn some extra money, but they were escorted here by a single order from King Xiangyang and have since become puppets with no control over their own affairs.
He Miao wanted to refine them into peerless divine weapons that were invulnerable to swords and spears, immune to water and fire, and never tired. King Xiangyang promised him that after the task was accomplished, he would be the national teacher worshipped by all the people, and the entire Song Dynasty would be at his disposal.
If there is an opportunity, Xixia and Liao are also possible.
No one can refuse immortality, no one can refuse returning to youth, and no one can resist his magic weapon!
The whole world will be in his pocket!
He Miao looked at these half-cultivated puppets with satisfaction. He had already imagined the day when he would rule the world.
King of Xiangyang?
Oh, but it's just a puppet.
By the time his magic army attacks Kaifeng, Prince Xiangyang will be useless, and the emperor will definitely be more useful than him.
He Miao took out a square box inlaid with gems, which contained his ointment. The dark ointment no longer exuded the smell of decay, but the fresh aroma of fruit and crape myrtle flowers.
King Xiangyang could never have imagined that the ointments he used were just semi-finished products, and this was the real elixir.
He Miao was just about to scoop a spoonful to taste it when the Taoist boy guarding outside the hall pushed the door open in panic, and his footsteps sounded very staggering.
He Miao, whose interest was disturbed, said angrily: "Didn't I tell you not to disturb me?"
The Taoist boy did not answer.
He fell to the ground, making a gurgling sound in his throat.
He Miao then realized something was wrong. He turned his head sharply and saw half of the Taoist boy lying on the ground, while the other half had been burned to ashes, which were scattered along the way as he staggered forward.
Seeing his master finally turning around, the Taoist boy whose vocal cords were burned first burst into a bright light in his eyes. He stretched out his hand, wanting his master to save him.
But the flames that had appeared like a ghost and were lingering on his body and burning him suddenly flashed at this moment, and suddenly rose up without any warning, burning what was left of him into ashes, which fell in a pool on the golden bricks that had been polished to a shine in the hall.
Whoosh!
The flames that burned the Taoist boy to ashes rose without wind, and quickly spread to the entire hall in front of He Miao's stunned and shocked eyes. In just a moment, everywhere he looked, he saw red dancing.
"Ah ...
He Miaocai took half a step back when he was touched by a spark. This spark was more terrifying than the most terrible torture in the world. It was only the size of a particle of ash, but it instantly burned a big hole in his arm.
Bang.
The gem box containing the black paste fell to the ground and broke into two pieces. The paste inside was quickly evaporated by the high temperature and turned into a pool of sticky black water flowing on the ground. How could the rich fragrance compete with the flames that filled the hall? The flames crackled and easily burned away the volatile fragrance, leaving only the strong smell of the flames themselves.
He Miao fell to the ground holding his pierced arm. His eyes were bloodshot, sweat was pouring down his forehead, and from his throat came a hoarse sound similar to that of the Taoist boy.
pain!
It hurts so much!
There was fire burning his flesh, his bones, and his soul!
How could there be such a flame?
How can there be such a flame in the world? !
People are always accustomed to staying in a corner, both their bodies and their minds.
Once, a caravan returning from the Western Regions hurriedly passed through Xiangyang, and they brought with them the legend of the Fire Goddess.
They said that they encountered man-eating evil spirits in the desert and were saved by a goddess who could make fire submit. Unfortunately, they were so frightened by the evil spirits that they forgot to pray for the name of the goddess.
There was also news from Jingzhou that a master had subdued an evil demon. The master could also control fire and had a giant beast to help him.
He Miao disagrees.
He got the treasure, and the treasure told him that the gods in heaven were all false. They disdained to save mortals and their words were just empty words covered with beautiful appearance. They would not come to the filthy human world.
He Miao believed in the treasure without a doubt. He suspected that the goddess and the master had obtained the treasure by chance just like him. If he could take their treasure for himself... wouldn't he become even more powerful!
So he asked King Xiangyang for more people, and he would use the soldiers in the army to train the next batch of puppets.
But now...
But now!
Here it comes!
The flame is coming!
——Tick, tick, tick.
It was the sound of footsteps.
He Miao raised his head to look for the source of the sound. His vision became blurred due to the sweat. He saw that these horrible flames had become as docile and well-behaved as domesticated feral ...
This is an extremely beautiful woman. Even the best poets cannot find words to describe her beauty. She has long hair like the blue sky, eyes the color of fire, red lips and white teeth, and the curve of her lips is cold and playful.
When people looked at her, the first thought that popped into their minds was: Is this really a person in this world?
She certainly does not belong to this world.
——The merchant said that a goddess of fire descended from the sky.
The terrifying flames lingered around her, she was incredibly docile and incredibly well-behaved.
——The master who conquered the demon in Jingzhou had a giant beast to help him.
The hall shook suddenly, as if something extremely heavy had fallen on it. He Miao heard the sound of scales scraping against glazed tiles.
The legends and news that he once took lightly turned out to be true.
"What is wonderful?"
The Fire Goddess stopped in front of him, looking down upon him with natural contempt, while he was nothing more than an ant.
This is God.
This is the God that Baowu is talking about!
Arrogant and looking down on others!
At this moment, the huge anger actually overwhelmed the fear, and He Miao's expression at this moment was very much like the devil who was suppressed by angels in the past, and the unwillingness and contempt almost flowed out of his eyes.
He actually spoke first: "What qualifications do you have to judge me! You gods never care about the life and death of mortals!"
Unknown black lines climbed down from the bottom of his neck, his pupils began to dilate, and the teeth in his mouth were sharpening, but he was completely unaware of it.
This anger made him forget the pain of being burned by flames. He stared at the god in front of him, and the rage in his chest was about to burst out.
"We worship God, but what does God do?!"
He Miao's original name was not He Miao. He no longer remembered what his original name was. He only remembered that there was a severe drought that year, the fields failed to produce any crops, and his parents all starved to death.
He had a wife, and he took her to flee to the border, where there were lower taxes and large tracts of uninhabited wasteland. The government also promised that all the land they opened up would be theirs.
He believed it.
Then his wife died.
The barbarians rushed in and no soldiers came to rescue them. His wife died at the mouth of the well, and her blood flowed into the well, dyeing the water red.
…He ran away, leaving his begging wife behind.
He couldn't save her, he could only run.
He didn't know how long he had been running. He was very hungry and thirsty, but there was yellow sand everywhere. He couldn't find food or water, and he thought he was going to die.
But he did not die. He obtained a treasure, which gave him knowledge that was not common to mortals, and he gained power that he had never dared to imagine before.
He named himself He Miao.
He Miao, he will achieve everything he wants, he will get it.
Prince Xiangyang was just one of the stepping stones on his way to the top.
He was clearly on the verge of realizing all his ambitions.
"Why did you show up at this time?!"
He Miao struggled to stand up, his hand pointing at God was shaking, fear and anger were tearing at his nerves: "Those officials, those big shots, they don't care about insignificant people like us! This is unfair! I want to change this unfairness! I will change it..."
The gods were indifferent and remained indifferent: "Is that so?"
She asked, “So what are you doing now?”
You said you wanted to change the injustice in the world and make those bigwigs who treat ordinary people like grass bow their heads and bend their bodies, but what have you done?
You are more hateful than them. You make the dead restless and you make the lives of the living worse than death.
He Miao was suddenly silent, his face turned red, and his Adam's apple kept rolling. He wanted to refute, and the consciousness that polluted him also wanted to refute.
But what should he say?
What should they say?
People are just people, and they will die one day, so why not die more meaningfully?
God cannot hear this.
She was getting impatient.
"Stop trying to make excuses. You know it won't work on me."
The Lord of Hell stretched her body, her scarlet lining fluttering in the heat, and her deep red eyes gradually became coated with a circle of brilliant gold.
"god?"
She sneered and stretched out her hand to He Miao. An invisible force grabbed his neck and lifted him into the air: "I prefer you to call me the Lord of Hell."
She concluded He Miao's existence: "Scumbag."
Hell?
Hell!
This term seemed like a taboo, instantly detonating the "bomb" buried deep within He Miao's body. He opened his mouth wide, and did not stop even though the corners of his mouth were torn. A piercing scream pierced out of his throat from his stomach. That was no longer a sound that a human could make.
Tarona's hand loosened after being stabbed, and she swung out with another hand, knocking He Miao, whose limbs were twitching, into the hellfire.
The Great Witch groaned in disgust, and the hellfire flowed smoothly over her hands, burning away the sticky feeling on them.
He Miao who fell into the fire did not die. He was still twitching constantly. The sound of his muscles and bones cracking could be heard constantly. He was wailing silently.
Suddenly, a black hand stretched out from his throat!
The five fingers of this hand were extremely long, and the nails were almost as long as the fingers. They were twisted like dead branches and stretched out very slowly, as if they were irrigating themselves with human blood.
"I think I know where the last piece is."
Tarona curled his lips, thinking that he had the potential to be a crow.
She once mentioned a possibility that the demons behind the gate of hell would escape in some unknown way, weakening the nature of the world and greatly reducing the power of the demons.
But it can develop slowly like anomalies, and it has one more advantage over anomalies -
Its limbs stretched out and gradually turned pitch black. Its eyes were as big as copper bells. The corners of its lips were split to the roots of its ears, revealing a mouth full of fangs. Its scarlet tongue grew to its hat, with thorns all over the surface of its tongue. Its body was slender and its head was as big as a fighting spirit. It had six arms on its back, arranged like spider legs.
He Miao is no longer He Miao.
Perhaps he died the moment he swallowed the fragment.
The elixir is not an elixir, but a purified power after refining and filtering. It can enable the devil to gain the strongest power in the shortest time.
Most anomalies have companion creatures, and this demon should be the companion creature of the [Key of the Morning Star].
Why is there no record of this demon in the Time and Space Balance Bureau's previous related data? Perhaps the [Morning Star Key] was previously intact, and the demon sealed inside as a kind of emergency measure had no chance to come out.
Theseus recorded the entire scene of the devil's appearance, and he sighed: "Miss Ta, you are really unlucky. You have encountered such a situation."
Tarona: ...
Her face turned very bad.
Theseus comforted her at the right time: [Look at the bright side, you can get an extra reward. ]
Tarona sneered: "I would rather not have this kind of extra reward!"
“——!”
The demon, which had completely taken over He Miao's body, got on all fours and let out a deafening roar at the witch.
It is demonstrating, provoking, and calling.
The hellfire did not burn it to ashes. After thinking about it for a while, Tarona got the answer.
Similar to the anomaly in the previous world, it gained a brief state of invincibility, but it was obvious that its IQ was not that high.
It would have been fine if he didn't know how to run away, but he actually dared to protest against her.
The roaring sound gradually stopped, and there was indeed a violent shaking under his feet. Tarona flipped his hand, summoned the magic music box, and collected all the half-refined puppets in the hall.
The inferno no longer subsided, they rushed forward angrily, intending to tear the bastard who dared to offend their master into pieces!
Boom!
The fire dragon made of blazing flames shook its head and tail, turning the magnificent palace into waste. The blood dragon that flew into the air first raised its head high, opened its mouth and spewed out a thick flame.
Boom!
The demon, which was hit by continuous critical strikes, smashed half of the mountain into pieces. The collapsed rocks and vegetation pressed it firmly at the bottom. A black figure gracefully jumped into the air and landed on the head of the dragon.
She pushed aside her long hair in front of her chest and looked down with her deep red eyes. The black mist covering the hunting mountain suddenly became thicker without any wavering.
The black mist comes from the resentment and hatred of those dead people, and is mixed with countless ghostly and evil spirits, forming the extremely polluting black mist today.
The beasts and birds all over the mountains became their best pollutants. The cute and majestic animals writhe in agony. The time from being polluted to mutating is less than a second. Their cries for help instantly turn into challenges to the devil.
The devil pushed away half of the mountain that was pressing down on it. It crawled on the ground with its ugly head raised high. Its eyes, which took up one-third of its face, rolled irregularly. Its corrosive saliva dripped onto the ground, corroding several holes.
【Miss Tower.】
Theseus asked: [Do you want to summon? ]
Although he asked this, he already had another answer.
His partner shook his head and offered this alternative answer: "No, we can try something else."
for example--
Tarona slowly closed her eyes and allowed herself to sink into the deepest part, where all her impulses and desires since she merged with the vest card were suppressed.
What are the duties of a Devil Rider?
Kill all the demons that escaped from hell!
…
--drop.
——The current synchronization rate between Operator Tarona and [Devil Rider] is 49.97%.
——The current synchronization rate between Operator Tarona and [Devil Rider] is 50.36%.
——The current synchronization rate between Operator Tarona and [Devil Knight] is 51.82%.
——The current synchronization rate between Operator Tarona and [Devil Rider] is 52.14%.
——All information is known. The recording mode has been turned on. Please check it promptly.
…
It was a dark night, but a scorching "sun" rose into the sky.
The flames roared, they rushed up to the sky, expanding and exploding endlessly, splashing out countless sparks, covering all the stars in the sky.
The Blood Demon Dragon let out a long roar, and its huge body stretched out in the firelight, with its scarlet dragon wings spread to their fullest.
The person was still standing on top of it, but he was no longer the same person.
The ruler of hell completely tore off her disguise. A crown made of flames and horns hung on her head. Her long hair, flowing like the clear sky, was surrounded by scarlet waves. Her eyes were reconstructed with gilded and flame-colored colors, and strange black and red patterns flowed on her exposed skin.
The low-key black windbreaker turned into ashes. The close-fitting combat uniform was replaced by cold armor and a scarlet skirt. The long pendant danced in the wind like a living thing, with two pitch-black pythons swimming on it.
She suddenly raised her right hand, and a huge door slowly emerged behind her, almost occupying half of the sky. From phantom to reality, the creaking door opened and an extreme coldness came from behind. Countless scarlet eyes appeared in the gradually widening gap of the door.
Ghosts, demons, they come when called.
Boom!
The door is open.
The demons, who were so excited that they could hardly control themselves, rushed out one after another, the ghosts flowed out of the door with their own unique chants, the blood-stained soil fell down with a rustling sound, and the unique plants of Hell broke through the ground, revealing their strong and ferocious figures to the world.
They are not mad dogs out of control, their reins are right above their heads.
The Lord of Hell deserves everything they have, including life, whether dead or alive.
Demons and ghosts flew low, and there was no one higher in the sky than the Lord of Hell.
Sing praises!
Thousands of evil spirits roared in unison, and countless demons slashed and roared. The sky and the earth should tremble at this moment.
Be afraid!
All mortals will eventually turn into decay, sin will always sink into the abyss, and the blazing flames will always shroud the long latitudes.
Surrender!
Evil spirit riders roam the four directions, and the ruler of hell commands all demons.
She is the door, she is the lock.
This body is the great hell!
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