After going into the sea, I met the witch lady

Chapter 285: Take my sword and survive, then we'll talk about the rest
The city center is both magnificent and dilapidated.

Inside the collapsed tower.

A pale hand pressed on the edge of the tower wall and dragged his body completely out.

It has human-like limbs, but its head has been severely deformed. It is no longer human, but more like a lizard, or a Western dragon.

There is not a single scale on the pale and smooth skin.

"...Who... dares... to invade the palace..."

"I am the demon king... Laos... The invaders... shall die..."

The Demon King Laos had not yet finished his words. He had just climbed out of the tower and felt the overwhelming breath in the sky, so he immediately stopped talking.

Without any hesitation, it turned around and retreated back into the tower.

"Conscious?" Ryan's eyes showed surprise.

The body surface is so gray, which is obviously a sign that the "gray erosion disease" has developed to an extremely advanced level, but it is very different from the gray corpse in the general sense. It has language and judgment ability.

Could this be the legendary holy body of innate intelligence?
Such precious materials have been delivered to your door, and you still want to leave?
Ryan raised his left hand, put his index finger and thumb together, and flicked it lightly in the direction of the Demon King Laos.

In an instant, a silver sword energy burst out and pierced through the body of the Demon King Laos.

The severe pain caused it to let out a shrill wail, and its struggling body smashed through the wall of the tower and rolled into the city.

The seemingly thin sword energy can not only cut through the body, but also cause slight damage to the soul.

The former was of no concern to the demon king Laos, but the latter was a near-fatal injury.

Worried that his "little source of intelligence" might die, Ryan took the initiative to disperse his sword energy, which allowed the dying Demon King Laos to breathe again.

But he also lost his ability to fight.

Just a sword energy, the kind that was used with as little force as possible, was enough to prevent the Demon King Laos from getting up again.

It is enough to see the huge gap between the two.

Judging from the strength of his soul, the Demon King Laos is probably an above average hero, much stronger than the Saint Aiochlis.

However, when converted from the hero level, it is only a demigod.

Compared with Ryan today, his combat power is two major realms away.

In this way, it is not difficult to understand.

Looking at the humanoid creature landing in front of him, the eyes of the Demon King Laos were full of fear.

If it were asked to put it in popular terms, it would probably curse: Who understands my family? I was staying at home peacefully, and suddenly a stupid guy demolished my home and beat me up.

Unfortunately, the demon king Laos did not understand the meteor language. Looking at the "god-like" figure, it could only lower its head tremblingly and said in fear: "...honorable and powerful...god..."

"Yes...I'm sorry..."

"I don't know...what I can do...to make up for my disrespect."

Looking at the demon king Laos, who spoke clearly and logically and was very sensible to the times, Ryan smiled with interest:
"It's very simple."

"Take me to the source of the disaster, and I will spare your life."

"Maybe, I can give you a chance to get rid of this half-human, half-ghost state."

"The source of the disaster?" The demon king, Laos, trembled and said, "...I...I have never heard of this place...but as powerful as you are...you should be looking for the Initial Cinder King, right?"

The demon king Laos had no desire for what Ryan called "good fortune".

It knows very well that when it is at the mercy of others, the only way to survive is to be obedient.

If you try to get something you don't deserve at this moment, you will only fall into an abyss from which there is no escape.

"The Initial Salary King?"

Hearing the surprise in Ryan's tone, the Demon King Laos quickly replied: "...Yes...Yes...He is in the deepest part of the Royal City...I know where...I can take you there."

"Oh, then what is your position in the royal city?" Ryan glanced at the demon king, Laos, and frightened the latter, who immediately replied: "... I... I was a subordinate of the Initial Salary King... and now I am the controller of the outer city of the royal city."

"The Initial Salary King? Interesting." Ryan smiled and said, "Then can you tell me what your purpose is in letting the pilgrims return to the royal city?"

"No... I'm not... in control." Demon King Laos quickly explained: "I'm just... transferring... the collected soul essence... all of it... to... the Initial Cinder King deep in the royal city."

Ryan looked at the demon king Laos quietly, until the latter's scalp tingled: "I believe you for the time being."

"Now, lead the way."

"Yes, yes." The demon king Laos nodded continuously and led the way with staggering steps.

Ryan didn't urge him and just followed slowly.

The royal city is very big.

But the path that the demon king Laos took was not the path on the surface.

It first jumped down from an ordinary well, then passed through the complex and winding underground pipes that were like a maze, and finally stopped in front of a locked rusty iron door.

"My Lord God."

"The Initial Cinder King is deep behind this door."

"He hasn't shown up for many, many years."

It seemed that after this period of practice, the Demon King Laos finally stopped stuttering when speaking.

"The fallen knight in the inner city and I have both speculated whether the Initial Cinder King is dead."

"It's just that the soul essences that have been sent over the years have all been received, which makes us dare not act rashly."

Ryan listened without any reaction.

The evolutionary stage of the demon king Laos in "Ash Erosion" is obviously beyond people's understanding.

Almost completely conscious.

If everyone can do this and ignore the ugly and deformed appearance, gray erosion disease may be a correct evolutionary path.

But unfortunately, ash erosion is not such a beautiful product.

Among billions of lives, in the end, only one demon king, Laos, and one fallen knight appeared, and the rest were all pitiful victims.

Rather than an imperfect evolutionary path, Ryan felt it was more like a helpless choice made when the world was dying and collapsing and there was nowhere else to go.

Of course, Ryan doesn't really care about the reason behind it now.

His goal is simple.

Find the original Fire King and determine whether he is the "source of disaster". If so, destroy him. If not, keep looking.

"Wait here."

Leaving these words behind, Ryan took a step forward and walked towards the rusty gate.

As he moved forward, the rusty iron gate was squeezed, twisted and deformed by the invisible force. By the time Ryan reached the door, the iron gate had turned into an iron ball and was thrown aside casually.

Seeing this scene, the demon king Laos in the back was shocked physically and mentally, and he was even more in awe of the power of this great god.

Behind the rusty gate is a corridor that gradually becomes wider.

At the end of the corridor is a strange magic circle.

Countless pipe-like things are connected to the six corners of the magic circle.

These pipes were filled with a gray glow, and on them were the soul fluctuations that Ryan was familiar with, belonging to the pilgrims.

Ryan glanced over and immediately, all the pipes were cut off.

The magic circle that lost its supply of soul essence began to tremble, and then a flowing gray vortex emerged.

A human hand pressed on the edge of the vortex, trying to walk out, but just as it stretched out its palm, countless gray bands stretched out from it, pulling at the palm and dragging it back forcefully.

"Can't you get out?"

This scene did not surprise Ryan much. From the moment he heard the name "Initial Salary King", he had anticipated the scene before him.

"In that case, I'll go find you."

The palm was dragged back, and the gray vortex gradually became smaller. At this time, the world power belonging to Ryan descended and fixed the passage firmly in place.

This is the magical effect of the power of the small world.

In my little world, I am the supreme master.

Ryan forced his way into the gray vortex in an almost brutal manner.

The gray vortex seemed to be squeezed by some huge monster and began to tremble violently, on the verge of breaking.

However, under the reinforcement of the power of the small world, it is in a strange state of being about to break.

After a slight feeling of teleportation, Ryan arrived at an extremely strange world.

Under the blood-stained Tianmu Mountain is an endless wasteland.

Broken weapons were randomly inserted into the ground, with gray dried matter entangled on them.

Floating in the breeze, these gray dried objects look like ribbons of catkins, flying up and down, as if telling something.

Ryan ignored it and walked forward quietly on the road paved with broken weapons on both sides.

Soon, an open area appeared ahead.

In the center, a gray throne stood quietly, with a figure sitting on it.

Wearing a crown, he should have looked majestic and heavy, but now, he was skinny, and the throne and his body were tightly entangled by the gray dried matter derived from the ground.

Ryan's arrival was like the first breeze of life flowing into this silent world.

Blowing away the almost eternal darkness.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Ryan sighed:

"Once the king of heat, now a dried-up husk."

"Who would have thought that the so-called 'Nourishment Ceremony' was just a scam from beginning to end?"

In response to Ryan's words, the figure on the throne opened his eyes.

Like boiling hot magma, the air glowed red.

Even the Black Knight who followed the "Wind's Heat" had his soul burned and turned into ashes, continuing to wander the world, let alone the king who represented the "Wind's Heat".

Even though he has fallen into depravity until now, when he opens his eyes again, he is still the king that all living beings submit to him.

"No wonder the Wind God, who never died, was unable to solve the 'root of disaster'."

Ryan shook his head.

The heat of wind, the life of wind, and the light of wind are the three major sub-bodies of the wind god, and each represents a part of the wind god's power.

Among them, Wind Life became extremely weak and was devoured by Saint Aiochlis.

The light of the wind is not clear yet.

The Heat of the Wind, that is, the skinny figure on the throne in front of him, possesses the most powerful power among the three kings, but because of this, it is possessed by the "Source of Disaster" and becomes one of the sources of disasters spreading in the world.

In this situation, let alone what is left of the Wind God, which is only a wisp of residual soul, even if His main body returns, it will not be able to solve the problem.

Because, with the blessing of the "Source of Disaster", the King of Heat, also known as the Initial Fire King, has reached the true level of a god in strength.

In fact, they are more powerful and troublesome than ordinary gods.

He slowly stood up from the throne, and the gray dry ribbon was broken in large areas as he pulled it.

"Roar--"

The Initial Fire King let out a meaningless roar, and golden magma flowed on the depression of his skinny body.

A pitch-black sword leaning against the throne was clenched tightly in His hand. At this moment, this strange world was like falling into a cage of purgatory.

Any creature below the level of a god who steps into this place will be subjected to the endless burning of purgatory and will be turned directly into ashes.

This is why so many broken weapons are covered in gray, dried-up stuff.

They originally had different colors, but under the extremely high temperature, they all turned into ashes, leaving only the essence of "ash".

The purgatory world expanded, but in a flash, its spread was blocked by another equally powerful small world.

Ryan quietly looked at the Initial Fire King, and the unfolding [World of Crazy Love] made it difficult for the scorching Hellfire to advance any further.

"This shouldn't be your ending."

Perhaps, the original intention of the original "Nourishment Ritual" was indeed to continue this world.

But in the later development, especially the annihilation of the Initial Fire King's humanity, the "Nourishment Ceremony" has evolved into the source of maintaining the Initial Fire King's power.

Perhaps it is because they have noticed the clues that so many people no longer choose to participate in "nourishing".

Ryan raised his hand and grasped the hilt of the sword behind him.

The sword intent is condensed, and spirituality and strength are all compressed.

Feeling strongly threatened, the Initial Fire King roared even louder. The next moment, he, wrapped in countless lava streamers, jumped in front of Ryan, and slashed down with the greatsword in his hand, the shell of which shattered, revealing its golden and red true appearance.

The power of a sword is so great that there is no chance of survival except for those from the gods.

Even if he is a god, he cannot escape being seriously injured.

But at this moment, the First Fire King was facing not the gods of this world, but Ryan.

"Chong-"

The greatsword was drawn out, and silver light replaced the red, becoming the only color in this world.

In the fear of life and death, only a trace of humanity emerged in the golden-red pupils of the Initial Fire King, but Ryan did not stop.

Someone will eventually have to bear the responsibility for the sins of this world.

Even though the original intention was for the world, what the original Fire King did afterwards has become a "cancer" of the world.

"Take my sword. Don't die, then we can talk about other things."

The silver light flashed, and the twisted world of purgatory fell apart.

Before the broken throne, the Initial Fire King half-knelt on the ground, supporting his body with a greatsword, which saved him from death.

The magma on the surface of the body gradually cooled down, and the surface returned to black.

Looking at the alive Initial Salary King, Ryan's eyes showed surprise.

Although he only used the "Dimension Slash", the Initial Fire King was able to take his sword despite such a huge gap in strength. He was worthy of being the last king of this ruined capital.

But, that's all.

His life force had been destroyed by the sword just now. Even if he had not died yet, he would not be able to hold on for much longer.

Raising his head with difficulty, looking at this broken world, the Initial Cinder King's eyes seemed to see through the cracks and see the miserable world full of starving people:
"Sorry……"

"I……"

“Is this the wind…?”

“Please…”

His gaze rested on Ryan, with a certain hope engraved in his soul.

The sound gradually became fainter until it disappeared.

The original fire king fell.

(End of this chapter)