I, the Lord of the End

Chapter 112, The Ultimate Showdown

Almost instantly, Sid realized that this was an opponent he could not match.

What appeared in front of him was an apocalyptic end-time scene. The magma spewed, trembled, twisted, twirled, and screamed. The realm of the pained king of hell appeared in front of mortals. It was just a slight movement that gave hope De almost fatal blow.

It was an unremarkable spell. The hellfire storm spewed out from the fingertips of the king of hell instantly, submerging nearly half of the light elf garden in lava, and the violent earthquakes of the leylines continued to tear apart the buildings along the way. Sculpture, the sharp fragments ejected at high speed disintegrated the frozen fountain and plants one by one in midair.

Without hesitation, Sid immediately reached out and pinched the Angel's Tears on his chest, and the golden protective cover completely covered his body. At this moment, only this virtual artifact can resist the attack of the King of Pain.

Hellfire storm, leyline piercing, and Pain Blade barely stopped in front of the protective cover of Angel Tears, but Sid's life was not easy-the protective cover blocked the attack of Pain Lord, but it could not stop the deadly heat , the armor on Sid's body soon showed signs of scorching and melting, and the exposed flesh was blistered due to the high temperature.

Sid's body continued to retreat under the impact. He adjusted his posture so that he hit a wall in the garden again, but his fall was still not light. He bent his knees to cushion, and then quickly rolled over. His body, the greedy flames licked his muscles through the protective cover.

Sid found that his arms were melting. His palms were temporarily spared by the legendary treasure Moonlight Hand, and his body was also protected by the dragon scale belt. Only his arms could not withstand the complete heat and evaporated. Muscle, exposed bone.

The white-haired boy found that he was powerless against the status quo—all his current attack methods were actually unable to deal with the supreme existence in front of him. He didn't know why the King of Pain, one of the Seven Kings of Hell, would appear in response to Earl Mecklen's prayer, but A weird idea lingered in Sid's mind.

He began to understand why Earl Mecklen wanted to be born in hell in his next life—obviously, the seven kings of hell, or at least the kings of pain, had a much stronger attitude towards their followers than the so-called gods of heaven. The so-called gods of heaven, Sid has never seen that they will manifest themselves in times of crisis, but tithes and the like have never been spared and cannot be left behind.

"Hahahaha!" Earl Mecklen laughed wildly, and he roared: "Hell is by no means a paradise, where chaos, cruelty, cunning, madness, and strength determine everything. It is a terrible place, so terrible. Most people wouldn't survive more than a few days!"

"Hell has never been heaven, but if I just want to escape from hell, then hell is my heaven! Because reality is the real hell!" The devil's believer's words exploded in Sid's ears like thunder: "Heaven? What is heaven?"

Where is hell?Where is heaven?
The next moment, Sid's line of sight caught a white-gold glow.

Compared with this platinum radiance, even the brightness of the sun cannot help but be overshadowed.

The only holy seat in the empire, the mortal spokesperson of the gods in heaven, the great priest Cecilia stopped in front of Sid, her holy and noble figure shone in front of Sid, and she held the just with one hand and waved , block all attacks.

"Sid, back off, this battle doesn't belong to you anymore." Cecilia turned her head, and her sky blue eyes behind the black veil gave Sid a cold look: "This is mine, Cecily!" The War of the Ar-Vanni-Madeleines."

"Yes."

Sid backed back again and again until the protective cover brought by the tears of the angel disappeared, and the white-haired boy hiding behind the collapsed stone pillar raised his head and looked at the battle in front of him.

This is an epic decisive battle above the sky. Grand Priest Cecilia, the only Supreme Being of the Holy Empire is fighting the King of Pain, who is thousands of times bigger than her. The giant head, giant elephant-like tusks and chisel-like sharp teeth are still clearly visible even through the steel helmet, and a pair of dull red pupils are full of pain and madness.

Sid forgot to breathe when his eyes fell on A-Heima.

He has never seen such an absurd existence, and its form has far exceeded the limit that human language can describe. The human mind is temporarily unable to accept this level of stimulation, so that Sid's vision can only be temporarily blocked. part of the other party's image.

Eleven kinds of giant torture instruments are riveted into the body of the King of Pain with black and red chains, each of which is hundreds of meters high, and each of them symbolizes the ultimate torture-A Heima chair, living saw , Bitter Pear, Catherine Wheel, Spiked Iron Chair, Skull Ripper, Iron Maiden, Coffin Cage, Iron Spider, Knee Separator, Screwdriver.

Every kind of utensil is enough to destroy thousands of living beings, and the energy contained in every utensil is comparable to a virtual artifact!

This is the majesty of the king of hell!The power they possess is almost unmatched by mortals!
However, opposite the Maharaja of Pain, the body of the High Priest Cecilia has turned into a platinum sun, and the Justice is unsheathed.

The edge of her sword turned into a galloping white-gold horse chain, so far that the naked eye couldn't reach it.

Her figure flashed back and forth high above the sky, flickering like ball lightning.

In the last second, she summoned dozens of platinum thunderbolts to shatter the hell devil rushing out of the void, and in the next second, she appeared elsewhere. The body of the instrument of torture that the Painful Maharaja wants to reach into the mortal world!
Even if it is the highest taboo spell of the wizards, it is difficult to match the power of her punch!
Even the thunder and thunder of the Titans in the sky in the ancient sage era is not as powerful as her sword!
Faced with the painful king's torture device hundreds of times larger in size, the just man did not lose the slightest bit.

But Cecilia not only has the sword in her hand, the great priest chanted the mantra, a gap several kilometers long opened in the sky, and platinum lightning flames spread out from the gap, and as soon as anything came into contact with this flame , it immediately turned into bursting residue and fly ash, and pieces of devils were left without bones under her power.

Her body was guarded by a powerful energy stand, and she crushed the approaching hell creations into powder; the overwhelming fire rain, she turned all of them into smoke and dust with a single thought.

Like iron filings being attracted by a magnet, all the creatures of hell abandoned everything in front of them, gathered into a wave of anger and rushed straight to Cecilia's body. The Pain Lord Ahema was furious, and the devil army under his command had no reservations. , they are overwhelming.

In the end, the slaughter was exhausted.

Supreme mighty power, endless courage, and infinite strategy are gathered in one great priest.

As good as it gets, unmatched.

All the people present, including the trio from hell, could only watch the duel in the air stupidly, including Joseph XI, who saw Cecilia for the first time after casting the holy seat. Go all out.

Such a grand, magnificent, and epic scene is deeply engraved in everyone's minds. Even if the years change and the time turns, no one will forget the battle they saw.

Celestia, the princess of the empire, suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness in her heart. She suddenly wanted to use "perfect" to describe Cecilia's majestic appearance on the battlefield. , but it seems that in front of Cecilia, those supreme mentors are nothing but fish belly.

This is the Supreme of the Holy See, this is the Supreme of the Holy See, which the Holy Empire has dreamed of for more than 500 years, and can determine the status of a first-class power and protect the entire civilization of the Holy See!
I must, I must too... The princess secretly made up her mind.

The Maharaja of Pain - Heima's long cry can be heard endlessly. As the Seven Kings of Hell, its incarnation was actually blocked by a mortal Holy Throne!
This is really helpless for it, because the Sheogh Prison built by the Dragon God system, as the king of hell, if they do not encounter the blood moon, their power will be greatly reduced when entering the mortal world. The crystal wall will become much worse than before!

If it wasn't for the fact that the first of the seven seals hadn't been revealed, and the Dragon God's Wall had become thinner, it would have been difficult for A-Hei Ma to tear open a crack like this.

Secondly, the Maharaja of Pain - Heima himself is also a "new" maharaja, and it is the weakest existence among the seven kings of hell.

The previous Maharaja of Pain, A-Hema, was killed by the True God of the Void just because he created a stitched angel, which led to the Hell Expedition. The strongest one among the seventh-level devils under the Maharaja of Pain had the opportunity to make up for the Pain King. The position of the king, that is, the current Ah-Dajun Heima.

It lacks long-term accumulation, it can't fully open, it just senses the existence of the Holy Grail of Sin, and plans to take back Earl Mecklen, a pious believer, by the way.

For the Lord of Pain, the Earl of Mecklen, the former enemy of the devil, chose to surrender himself in extreme pain. This is the best and most valuable believer, and the Holy Grail of Sin, an artifact of the void, can quickly help It is an important prop to complete the long energy accumulation.

It was unwilling to give up, and Ah-Heima Maharaja suddenly strengthened its output.

The bombardment of fire and rain, the neighing of magma, and the impenetrable attack of the Lord of Hell never stopped.

Cecilia's pressure instantly increased, and the great priest showed off her combat skills to the fullest. She mobilized every ounce of her own strength, but she could barely withstand the onslaught of Ah-Heima.

At this time, everyone only had the power to pray. Hundreds of pairs of eyes focused on the battle in the sky. Only Joseph XI focused his attention. He tore off the cloak on his body, took two deep breaths, and planned to join the battle .

Among the crowd, only he has the ability to participate in this battle.

A shooting star that marked the space rose from the earth and shot straight into the sky!

The Pain Maharaja's palm had just reached into the mortal world at this time, when the meteor hit its wrist, exploding a piece of flesh and blood, releasing scorched black bones and boiling blood all over the sky.

Accompanied by a horrified grunt, dozens of meteorites flew in, and Joseph XI was blown up on the spot. Relying on the protection of the divine artifact, the clothes of the heavenly beings, King Rezlan fell from the sky and suffered only a little injury. .

The opportunity was fleeting, Cecilia bowed and charged.

A giant phantom of a golden scale appeared behind her, and as she redoubled her power, the scale gradually moved toward balance.

"Kah~" Under the horrified eyes of the Painful Maharaja, the scales were balanced.

Cecilia raised her sword violently.

Cast in the void, standing in the sky, surrounded by bright flames.

The just man's sword light extended more than 8000 meters to the sky.

Tearing the sky, piercing the sky and the earth, drawing a platinum arc.

"All hands-out parties want to chop their hands." Cecilia said coldly.

Turning around and drawing out the sword, the blade of fire turned into a stream of light, passing across the sky like flowing clouds and flowing water, cutting the sky.

The ferocious maharaja's palm fell to the ground, leaving only a bare section of the pained maharaja's left wrist, and the scorched black section seemed to be struck by lightning.

Power rushes along the Blade of the Just, and the 8000-meter light blade turns into a killing radiance and penetrates into the majestic body of the Painful Lord. With a deafening bang, the indestructible devil's body explodes into ashes in the platinum light.

Immeasurable energy gushed out from Cecilia and spread into the vast space of hell. The devils jumping in the blood pool turned into platinum dust as soon as they came into contact with this energy.

Accompanied by ear-piercing screams, the incarnation of the Maharaja of Pain, Heima, is shattering, the cracks it tore open are loosening, the space begins to close, the scene of hell gradually fades away, and the absurd and unknown truth is in the eyes of everyone disappear.

Finally, Cecilia pulled out the Just One, and the blood of the Maharaja spilled into the sky, and the void cracked, and the Buddha disappeared into the void as if it had never existed, leaving behind a thunderous sound that echoed in the air, coming from nowhere A hot, sulfur-smelling hot wind swept across the entire light elf garden.

Only the wrist of the avatar of Pain fell from the air, indicating what a terrible battle had taken place here.

In everyone's eyes, the hand of the incarnation of the hell lord gradually shrank from hundreds of meters in size. When it fell to the ground, it had become the size of a mortal's palm. Only the unknown strong claws and scarlet red The color of the skin tells its story.

Cecilia landed on the ground. This battle obviously cost the Great Priest a lot. As soon as she landed, she knelt down on one knee and leaned on the ground with the just man whose light had faded. Sid who was nearby saw her pale face. The full vermilion lips gasped slightly, with traces of blood overflowing from the corners of the mouth.

"Your Majesty, are you alright?" Sid quickly got up, walked to Cecilia, and helped her up.

"It's okay, it's just that the power has been used too much." Cecilia seemed very satisfied with Sid's performance, a trace of blood appeared on her pale and holy face, the high priest leaned on Sid, relying on the justice to slowly Standing up, he suddenly stretched out a light-white jade finger to the center of Sid's forehead: "Also, didn't I tell you? Call me a mentor."

"Yes, mentor." Sid supported Cecilia's delicate body with his shoulders and helped her up: "So, this is the end?"

"Yes, that's the end of it. Ah-heima, who has lost an incarnation in a short period of time, is unlikely to make a comeback." Cecilia turned her eyes to Sid and smiled, Sid felt his heart was proud Beating: "That's good."

On the other side, hundreds of spectators knelt silently on one knee to pay tribute to the great priest Cecilia, including Celestia, the imperial princess, and Gerhart, the wolf grand duke, except for the hell trio. , even the handsome orc Kunnyak sincerely expressed his respect.

No one ordered them to do it, and no order was needed to do it.

This is respect for the strong, this is respect for the patron saint of the empire, and this is my heartfelt thanks for her victory.

Count Mecklen's face was ashen, he knew that he was finished, everything about him was finished.

Sid slowly walked in front of him. The white-haired boy was expressionless. He once again pulled out a golden energy sword from the palm of his left hand. He held the hilt tightly with both hands and pointed the blade downward. Golden lightning surrounded by flames. With the crackling of the blade.

"Die," Sid said.

Blood splashed everywhere, and following the movements of the white-haired boy, a 15-meter-long golden energy giant sword that was exactly the same as Sid's hand fell from the sky, piercing through Mecklen's body, turning his body into golden dust.

Gift of relief!

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