Ash's heart was filled with emotion when he heard this. The five strongest magicians in history worked together to fight. This was not only the first time, but also probably the last time.

Who could not be moved by such an unprecedented and unparalleled spectacle?

He even thought about pulling out his memories to show to Sword Princess and the others when he returned. As a magician, it would be a shame to miss this scene.

"But it's just a firework, a futile effort."

Death Maniac looked at the eight-winged creature that was broken but not falling, and deep fatigue flashed in his eyes: "It's like this every time. Every time, the last light of civilization will be ignited, but after the glory burns out..."

"It's a long night."

No matter how severe the attack was, Ouroboros neither resisted nor dodged, let alone fought back. It was not like a living creature, but more like a natural phenomenon, a running program, and it had no extra emotions except hatred for everything in the world.

Just like you shoot arrows at the sun, pee in the sea, and roar at the wind, will they pay attention to you?

They will accept your arrogance in its entirety and bring down equal punishment from heaven.

Ouroboros's eyes opened one by one, and its body healed at an incredible speed. The fog of the Blood Moon Feast began to dissipate, the future that determined the future was reset, the twisted thoughts that were arbitrary were instantly smoothed out, and the destructive power of Tyrant was also blocked.

Even the body that was cut apart by the stars was reconnected. Maybe it was indeed as soft as butter under the sword of the stars, but butter being cut does not mean death.

It can be destroyed but it cannot die, for it is the end of death.

Eight-winged Serpent's Glimpse!

Endless visions once again flooded the Fantasy Hell. Although the gods immediately blocked and launched a counterattack, the starry sky sword waterfall once again tore apart Ouroboros's body, but Ash noticed some bad omens.

Ouroboros's attack became stronger and stronger as time went on. Perhaps it was because of waking up in a bad mood, or perhaps it needed to warm up first. After several rounds, although it was still the same move, the intensity was several times stronger. If the intensity just now was enough to clear the fantasy hell, then now it was at the level of being able to penetrate the six layers of hell - this is not an expression, the space of hell is really breaking, I don't know if it is possible to penetrate the layers of hell.

In contrast, the power of the Lord God is slowly declining. Perhaps they still have sufficient resources, and their heavenly machinery can continue to operate, but machine parts will be damaged. In the past wars in heaven, they were able to control the intensity of the war to a certain extent. Even if they suffered losses, their opponents would also suffer losses. But their enemy this time is the infinitely regenerating and constantly strengthening World Devouring Snake.

Just like Death Maniac said, when they couldn't kill Ouroboros with one blow, their subsequent struggles would be nothing but futile.

"it's over."

Death Maniac lit a cigarette, took a puff and exhaled a faint smoke ring, and said: "Not only can they not deal with Ouroboros, they can't even leave. Ouroboros has completely entered a combat state. Whoever dares to leave through the gap, Ouroboros will definitely take the opportunity to sneak in."

"When a breach appears in the Six Layers of Hell, this world will enter the final countdown."

"The last demigod, the last god lord, the last supreme being, will all perish here." Death Maniac glanced at him: "Except you."

"Although they are doomed to fail, they can at least hold on for a few months. You only need to wait another hour or two, and you can go back to hug your Sword Princess and Witch. You don't have to worry about the covetousness of the stars. All enemies who can threaten you are in hell. You can even take the opportunity to step into heaven and satisfy your desire to be a God Lord for the last time."

"Put aside all your worries and enjoy these last few months." She said: "When Ouroboros invades reality, it will be the time for us to replace you."

"But this should be a good thing for you. At least you don't have to witness the end, and your memories will stay at the most beautiful moments."

Ash looked at her blankly, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

"No chance?"

"You didn't have a chance from the beginning. You just wanted to struggle, and I just watched you struggle."

"Is there nothing——"

"The Supreme Sorcery, the Four Gods, the Four Pillar Gods," Death Maniac laughed, "All the power you can imagine is here, what other external aid do you want? What miracle are you still expecting?"

"This is the scene you have been waiting for. All the strong ones came to hold up the sky that was about to collapse. And then you saw that they couldn't hold on."

"Tens of thousands of years of accumulation by magician civilization can only bring you a few months of peace. What else are you dissatisfied with?"

Ash opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say, he just felt a fire burning in his heart. Yes, the Death Maniac told him from the beginning that there was no hope in this world, but he wishfully thought there was still a way, that he could earn a glimmer of hope by plundering hell and becoming stronger... but everything was just his self-indulgent desire.

The Apocalypse Five have experienced countless apocalypses and buried countless civilizations. Although they are the future of Ash and the other five, their experience is many times greater than that of Ash and the other five. They are simply the super-powered version of Ash and the other five... Even they can only go against time to escape Ouroboros, so how can Ash create miracles?

He was just escaping, unwilling to face the reality, unwilling to accept that he only had a few months left to live... He finally had someone he liked, someone he cared about, someone he was obsessed with, and someone he was obsessed with, and these were four different people. How could he accept that the happiness he had held on to with such great difficulty had a deadline of death?

Until he saw that the Starry Supreme and the four gods were no match for Ouroboros, the last glimmer of hope in Ash's heart was shattered. He had to accept the reality and face despair.

He can't rely on anyone.

If he had known this earlier, he would have listened to the advice of the death maniac from the beginning, given up struggling and taking risks, so that he would at least not have sold his heart twice, would not have lost half of his memories, and would not have treated his once close lover as the most familiar stranger...

The dead maniac watched Ash wilt like a withered flower, and his silly and hopeful face, like Lala Fei, finally became dim. It should have been like this a long time ago, she thought, hope is a kind of half-conscious and half-crazy burning, which makes the confused soul imagine that they live in the future... But they have no future at all, they can only grasp the present.

Hope without results is just the wine of self-paralysis. After being drunk for several months, it's time to sober up.

She shook off the ashes and said calmly: "Go back and be nice to Sword Princess..."

"What about you and me?"

Ash raised his eyebrows, his eyes seemed to be burning with fire: "If you and I also participate in this war, can we support this world?"