Origin Paradise!

"You never learn," Ren Zhiyuan mocked, without even trying to dodge.

The Ashes Duchess froze on the spot.

The third effect is the rebound of abnormal human conditions.

Known as the Human Killer, the Abyss Demon has an extreme advantage when fighting humans. However, it cannot be contracted, and the destruction of humanity is its ultimate goal as an Abyss Demon.

Duchess Ash looked helpless. Thirty-two A-level students and one combat instructor had been killed in less than 15 minutes of fighting, leaving only herself alive while the other side remained unscathed. She truly lived up to her title as a human assassin.

"Senior, how long do you plan to hide?" Duchess Ash said, "This guy has been using me as bait. He knows the location of every human in the village."

A corpse suddenly stood up from the ground; the original student had been replaced by an old man dressed as a priest.

The old priest raised his hands, and the headless corpses of the students and instructors stood up, surrounding the enemy in the very center.

"Oh dear, three against one, we should have a good chance of winning, right?"

Duchess Ash wiped her knife with her sleeve and said, "That's about enough. If he were any stronger, I don't believe the End Master would still be able to sit still. It would be worth exchanging your life for him."

The Ghost of the Abyss frowned, his attention mostly focused on the deceased battle instructor. In terms of rank, the dead humans were no longer human, but undead. He knew the identity of the Eye of Ash in Carmel City, and the old priest was a death sorcerer, who now seemed to be hiding his true abilities.

"Then be thankful." The Ghost of the Abyss turned and waved his hand. "The two of you will be the only living people left in Carmel City."

Duchess Ash bowed, preparing to charge forward, but was stopped by the old priest with a look.

Only after the other party had completely left did the Ashes Duchess, realizing that her teammate hadn't been plotting anything, become somewhat annoyed: "Are you that afraid of dying?"

The old priest shrugged and replied, "So what?"

"We have a chance of winning with three against one, but we won't make it to Carmel."

"You idiot child, I'm just kidding him."

The old priest shrugged, and all the standing corpses fell back to the ground. "Do you think it's easy to make a dead body do sit-ups?"

The Ashes Lady remained silent.

Chapter 399 Emperor Abyss Ghost

Carmel, a noble mansion.

A sorcerer shrouded in a cloak descended step by step to the top floor.

From the window of the top-floor attic, one can see the VIP seats of the Crimson Theater directly in front of them. The highest-ranking officials of the entire main city are gathered here at this moment, while the various squadrons of the Ironclad Legion are patrolling the surrounding area closely.

In the attic, the servants of the End Times awaited orders.

“Begin,” said the Ninth Angel.

The divine servants left the attic; their mission was to use their peak combat power to create chaos—in short, to indiscriminately destroy the city.

A quarter of an hour later, fires broke out all over Carmel City. The Iron Legion quickly dispatched two battalions, which split into twenty groups to pursue the enemy. The commanders of the Eye of Ash no longer hid, and the two sides engaged in fierce fighting in buildings, under bridges, and in schools.

The Ninth Angel looked at the Crimson Theater, removed his cloak, and his eyes, like magnifying glasses, zoomed in to take in everything in the theater.

The head began to mutate, and countless gun wrecks extended from between the eyebrows, piecing together a thick, black gun barrel. The strong smell of gunpowder lingered in the air, and various guns appeared on the Ninth Angel's body.

He turned sideways, grabbed a basket of black crystalline bullets, and poured them all into his mouth. As he chewed repeatedly, a crunching sound was heard. The scalding liquid dripped from the corner of his mouth onto the floor, like lava, and in the blink of an eye, it ignited the entire attic.

Bang bang bang!

The Ninth Angel was covered in bullets from thousands of gun barrels. The noble mansion was first riddled with holes, then collapsed with a roar, as bullets made of abomination crystals shot out in dense bursts.

Countless streaks of black light pierced through the buildings, automatically searching for their targets. From above, they resembled a black spider web, enveloping and binding Carmel City.

Whoosh!

A bullet of hatred veered through the alley and struck the disabled man who was holding half a piece of black bread in his hands. The bullet pierced his forehead, and the satisfied look on his face, which had been savoring the food, vanished, replaced by a look of grotesque pain.

The disabled man roared and struggled like a wild beast. In a short moment, his eyes turned pure black, hatred filled his soul, and the irreversible transformation into a demon began.

Roar!

The fallen demon, having lost both legs, crawled out of the alley and pounced into the house across the street. The demon's attack contained intense hatred, which could spread this misfortune to others.

Carmel is in chaos, with tens of thousands of people turning into Fallen Ones without warning. With the Iron Legion scattered and attacked, the situation is developing in an unpredictable direction.

Meanwhile, atop the still-burning ruins of the mansion, the Ninth Angel raised a massive black spear from between his brows.

The half-demon form is presented with a 100% compatibility.

—The Sorcerer of the Gun.

Wallhack, auto-aim, critical hit, headshot lock, breath concealment.

Rapid fire, defensive maneuvering.

A total of seven qualities are equivalent to unlocking the Ultimate skill.

boom!

Without any aiming, a beam of light shot out from between the eyebrows of the gun muzzle.

The ninth angel raised his head, opened his arms, closed his eyes, and his expression was one of pain mixed with determination and peace.

The intense heat of rising flames, the lingering echoes of bullets, the howls of fallen demons hunting, and the cries of countless civilians helpless and dying—all these elements combined to create a symphony.

"Incomplete evolution is a torment for generations."

"The sins are of our time; only the fittest survive."

"Let the future revive in the end."

The next moment, a second wave of Abomination bullets was fired.

……

Bullets streaked through the city of Carmel.

This commotion alerted the legion commander in the VIP section of the theater.

Although it was known that the End would definitely cause trouble, the scale of the attack still exceeded expectations. It was conservatively estimated to be tens of thousands of Abomination Bullets, representing at least one or two decades of accumulation.

"Officers of the Ironclad Legion's Defense Battalion," the legion commander coldly ordered, "Everyone stand up! Use the theater as your base and hold out until the festival ends. If the Extraction Tower isn't fully charged this year, I'll be dismissed and punished, and none of you will escape unscathed!"

"understand!"

In the VIP section, more than a hundred officers stood up and immediately sprang into action, heading to their troops to command the battle as quickly as possible.

But suddenly.

call out!

A fleeting afterimage flashed before the legion commander's eyes.

A silent, terrifyingly powerful bullet blasted his skull apart.

Click!

The steel industry collapsed before it even began.

The legion commander returned from the brink of death, his expression filled with rage, roaring with a ferocious look on his face:

"The Ninth Angel!"

"Why are you greeting the senior?"

In the VIP section, a young man covered in bandages transformed his arms into blades, swiftly leaving his original position to launch a charge. The extremely sharp blade light casually killed dozens of VIPs along the way.

The twelfth angel.

—The Sorcerer of the Blade.

The legion commander gave his colleague a look; he knew that the Ninth Angel possessed a formidable ability called Copy Shot.

The first round of shooting shattered the core of the area.

The second round of sword strikes allows the sorcerer to either kill or restrain the enemy.

The third round of copy shooting resulted in a double kill for both the enemy and ourselves, quickly securing victory by exchanging serious injury for life.

A single combo is deadly to an ordinary Gold Saint, but against two Gold Saints, it would at most put them at a disadvantage.

The legion commander remained calm in the face of danger and even deduced the enemy's offensive tactics.

Until he saw "Felix" get up and run away, his expression a mixture of bewilderment and fear.

"Hey buddy, block me!"

Not far away, the Sin of the Blade mage froze for a moment, then a sinister smile flashed across his face as he charged forward with all his might.

……

Edge of the VIP seating area.

The blond youth watched the battle raging in the center of the theater; the performance had now reached its third act—the Abyss Ghost Prison.

The crystal cage rose, enveloping hundreds of contestants, and the flow of the black fountain noticeably increased.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, a Silver-level Abyss Demon will soon be born. Whether it will be ordinary, elite, or reach the pinnacle in one step depends entirely on luck.

Despite the fervor of the audience, the unrest throughout the city did not affect the Scarlet Theatre.

Even though he knew that the legion commander had been attacked in the distance, Jiang He remained seated. He had half a treasure map in his hand, and the target, the red-robed chieftain, would show himself.

Zhuang Ya had no interest in watching the fighting. Ever since A Er withdrew from the battle, she had secretly retreated to someone's neck to sleep.

The blond youth clapped his hands and turned to ask, "Brother, do you know what the Imperials hate most?"

"Myself," Jiang He replied casually.

The blond youth scratched his cheek, somewhat surprised by the answer. He chuckled and said, "Actually, it's the Empire, isn't it?"

Jiang He turned her head and said calmly, "I hate that I don't have a superhuman physique, and I despise that I lack extraordinary wisdom."

"Laziness in the face of planning, self-deceptive comfort, and an ever-growing but increasingly powerless tomorrow."

"Before people are willing to admit their mediocrity, they hate themselves the most. Even if they admit it, they will still feel resentful from time to time."

"Are you the Demon of the Abyss?"

The message from the old priest to his friend indicated that he and the Obsidian envoy had encountered an ambush outside the city. They were unsure whether the enemy had teleportation or clone abilities, as the battle had not been fought to the end and intelligence was severely lacking.

Jiang He actually felt that the Ghost of the Abyss of Man was a bit troublesome. Theoretically, this guy had a damage reduction of up to 80% against him. With the Human Special Attack and Golden Body, the damage was weakened to a huge extent.

The blond youth said helplessly, "I'm not that guy."

boom!

Jiang He suddenly made a move, grabbing the back of the other person's head with one hand and slamming him to the ground. The VIP seats collapsed, dust billowed up, and the huge commotion attracted the attention of the entire theater.

"Then why are you talking nonsense?"

An unimaginable force shattered the back of the golden man's head.

With the weight of the Eternal Regret Dragon Spear increasing last time, the striking power of the King of Mechanical Force also achieved a leap. Combined with the basic strength of the two Undying Physiques, and further enhanced by Dan Jin, it ultimately manifested a massive force as vast as the sea.

The core of the domain has not been broken.

The blond youth died.

But in the seats two seats away, a young nobleman trembled all over, then turned around and revealed a smile that was exactly the same as the blond youth's.

According to the Eye of Ash, the Mass Abyss was born from humanity's hatred of the masses, and Cardinal Deborah is the contractor of the Mass Abyss.

"How could you be so heartless to the friend who sent you the invitation?" The cardinal shook his head and chuckled.

Jiang He's right eye flashed with electricity; the Judgment Demon Eye was activated.

The cardinal's expression showed slight surprise; direct-hit abilities are relatively powerful and rare in terms of functionality.

boom!

Lightning struck the opponent's head from a distance, shattering it.

The next moment, below the VIP seats, a glamorous woman turned her head, her smile unchanged.

"What's the point of such a futile attack?"

Jiang He stood up and said calmly, "At least I know that the cost of knowing your abilities is very low, or even nonexistent."

Since the probing between the two sides only lasted for a moment, the surrounding audience only just realized what was happening. While the duel on the stage was certainly pleasing to the eye, it was not so easy for people to accept that it was happening so close by.

"Run! Someone's going to die!"

"What the hell!"