Chapter 227 117: Secret

"Demons, angels, skeletons, and human armies are fighting each other. How could I have such a vague dream?"

Carl looked at this huge mess, wiped someone's blood from his forehead, and lay exhausted on the ground full of bones. Beside him were the fiery red skeletons that seemed to pass by him endlessly.

"Hey, bro, you're pressing on me." There were sounds and vibrations coming from under my butt.

Carl lowered his head and dug through the pile of skeletons for a while before he dug out the upper body of a red skeleton.

“Sorry, I didn’t notice.” Putting him aside to lean against her, Carl took out the bottle and took a sip of wine.

"Comrade, can you give me a taste?" The flaming red skull said greedily, looking at the wine in Carl's hand.

"Why not?" Carl was stunned, then smiled and handed the vodka over. The skeleton carefully took it with his remaining hand, opened his jaw, and poured it in. Carl thought he could see the skeleton leaking water, but he found that the wine did not come out from the bottom after drinking it, but he didn't know where it went.

"It still tastes the same as before." The swaying red light in the skeleton's eyes seemed to be recalling the fields of his hometown, but all the memories were so vague.

Karl didn't remind him that this wine was a brand that had only been available in recent years, and the flavor was quite special. Some people were even reluctant to admit that it was a type of vodka, but Karl liked the taste very much: "If you like it, I have another bottle."

He pulled out an unopened bottle that he had given to Jeremy at the restaurant, but he didn't want it, so he put it in his pocket.

"That's enough, thank you." The skeleton looked at him, then looked at his left shoulder. "The evil spirit is quietly eroding you. Sooner or later, you will fall."

[Look at this idiot, you wouldn't trust a skeleton without any wrinkles in his brain, right? ]

The little devil who had been silent all the time suddenly came out to sneer, throwing a stone at the dog and making it bark.

"I know. This is the price. I hope I can delay it for a day longer." Carl was aware of his situation. It seemed that he always had the upper hand in the fight with the little devil, but no one's consciousness could remain alert and clear forever. A drop of water would wear away a stone, and the devil would eventually completely occupy and manipulate his soul one day.

The only solution is to end your life before something like this happens.

"Forget it. I can't provide any combat power now anyway, so I might as well consider it as a reward for your half bottle of wine."

After saying that, the skeleton opened his skull and took out a red core ball of light.

"This should be able to prevent the demon from further encroaching on you and grant you some inexplicable power, but your life may also be affected by the residual image of my memory, and you may have to bear some responsibilities that you shouldn't have to bear. So, are you willing to accept this inheritance?"

The skeleton's voice seemed to carry a vague expectation.

[This is possession! Have you heard of it? I am just a parasite, but he is even more evil and wants to possess your body and destroy your soul! Don't agree, don't agree, this is a trap!]

The little devil panicked.

But from beginning to end, Carl ignored the jumping little devil.

"Leave it to me, comrade."

The skeleton seemed to smile, and without saying anything else, he pressed the red fire directly into Carl's palm.

[No, no, damn it! My last hope! ]

The demon roared unwillingly.

Carl felt the warmth coming from the palm of his hand, and some scattered but not many fragments of memory flashed through his mind, most of which were fireworks on the battlefield. It was impossible to tell which was real and which was fake with the artillery fire in front of him. After just a few seconds, everything was over.

The skeleton completely stopped moving, fell to the ground, and scattered into a pile of bone fragments. Only
Carl silently turned over his palm, and on the back of his hand, a red five-pointed star was shining brightly.

Strength began to recharge, and he was now even able to use some of it to deal a little punishment to the demon.

"Little guy, you don't want to be my test field, do you?"

Listening to Carl's threats in the middle of the night, the little devil was shaking with anger.

[This is my last ripple. Please accept it.]

The little devil locked in the cage finally gave up the remaining abilities he had been holding back.

He also had his own plans. At this point, instead of asking for trouble, it would be better to bind more people. Who knows what abilities the other party has inherited from that skeleton. If he is really determined to destroy him, then everything will be over.

[I am enduring humiliation and bearing heavy burdens. Everything I have is still loyal to the Demon Lord.]

The demon's remaining ability is simple, which is pure acceleration, normalizing it to increase Carl's speed.

He stood up, followed by the still endless stream of flaming skulls, and charged into the battlefield again.

At the front of the battlefield, a huge blood-red skeleton giant was fighting desperately with a flesh monster. Several angels were harassing it in close combat. Suddenly, a ray of light slashed down, and the healing limit of the flesh was broken. The monster fell completely, and on top of it was the expressionless archangel, the famous Michael.

These angels were merely Bai Shihang's creations and were not living beings at all. Considering that it was not easy to make one side directly invincible, he also made many restrictions. But even so, without the appearance of the Demon Lord, the demons below were simply unable to resist these angel creations.

And why is the Demon Lord still hiding behind the door and not coming out?

Actually, I was afraid.

Why do these accidents happen one after another!
First it was the Paladin, and then a replica of the Giant Gate. While he was absorbing the sins of the awakened dormant souls, a large amount of remaining good thoughts that he could not handle were absorbed by the opponent and then released to work against him.

If it only stopped there, it would be fine. He can provide bonuses to the devil, but what the hell is this angel!

How come it was like putting on a nesting doll, layer by layer, as if there was an invisible hand silently controlling everything, which made him terrified when he thought about it carefully. Recalling his distant memory, the word "angel" also brought him a very bad experience. Although it didn't look like this, it was also under His command.
Who is He?

Can not remember.

I only know deeply that I must not think too much, I must not recite, and I must not resist. I am just a chess piece in the other party's layout of the world and planning of hell, and I can be replaced at any time.

It was because he could not sense His aura when he was revived that he dared to do things beyond his "duty". If He still existed.
No, don't scare yourself. The drastic change should have destroyed all gods, even the immortals.

“Lord, what is my name?”

"Demon Lord, rule over hell."

“I dare not call myself Lord.”

"It's just a name. If I say you are one, then you are one. If you are not one, then find someone who is one."

The Demon Lord, who was being torn away from his memories but still absorbing sins, woke up in a cold sweat.

"Demon Lord, are you still there? The soul extraction has reached its limit. I am leaving. I hope you can survive." Augustus outside the door looked at the approaching army and was ready to escape.

After squeezing out the last bit of sin, the Demon Lord carefully felt the power at this moment. He knew that this was the peak of power he could reach now and for a long time to come. Although he was still far inferior to his former self, a hero does not brag about his past achievements.

"Come on, let me see how real you, the angel imagined by humans, are." The Demon Lord looked outside the door and walked out slowly.

Outside the door, the last huge flesh and blood monster formed around the black giant gate was struggling to hold on, and behind it, there were no more teammates to reinforce it. However, the remaining kindness of the red gate opposite was still sufficient, and new fiery red skeletons joined the battle every moment.

Two angels holding holy blades passed the monsters and went straight to the gate.

After the soul was absorbed, Augustus did not have any regrets. He put away the fluorescent blue ball, and there was unprecedented excitement in his eyes.

"Retreat." The three of them displayed their magical powers. Without much demonic aura on their bodies, they seemed to be able to pass through unhindered.

Everything that comes next has nothing to do with him. Soul, soul, immortality and even the first step to becoming a god. And he, Augustus, will be the first human to take this step.

The huge black gate began to crack, and the last giant beast of flesh and blood was completely torn into pieces. Victory seemed to be just around the corner.

However, a huge hand stretched out from the matching giant door and grabbed one of the angels who was attacking the door, and ignored the tickling attack of the other angel on his arm.

".A false creation, in name only."

The Demon Lord's voice was filled with disdain and a hint of relief.

With a slight force, the angel immediately turned into gravel and scattered in the sky.

Vic frowned, the real culprit finally appeared.

With a light slap of the big hand, the other angel immediately shattered and fell, vulnerable to any attack.

"Demons can never be killed."

The Demon Lord raised his hands, and a large amount of black mucus began to seep out of the ground. The bone fragments scattered on the ground once again emitted black flames and stood up.

"No, if we don't get rid of the Demon Lord, we will never be able to kill all these skeletons." Vicchi looked at the real dead who were resurrected all over the ground and looked behind him.

There, these hydrogen bombs that can be used immediately are stored.

If there is no other way, this is the last resort. Even if the Kremlin is destroyed, this demon must not be allowed to walk out alive.

The fiery red skeletons did not show any sign of fatigue and continued to fight. Even though the giant red gate at the rear did not have many reinforcements, they still had good intentions. But this was not a complete formation after all. Even the eye of the formation was a temporary replacement. It was a miracle that they could hold on until now.

However, the gate cannot fall down yet. If we let them come out to help, we must allow them to go back and rest.

This was Jeremy's final obsession.

瞬！
The sky seemed to be illuminated for a moment.

But it was only for a moment. In the next moment, the Demon Lord walked out of the huge gate and easily swallowed up the holy light with darkness that blocked out any light.

When people looked up, the Demon Lord still had a human appearance. The only difference was that some insiders discovered that his head had changed from two to one, a deep and bottomless black hole that absorbed all light.

The archangel rushed forward and slashed down with multiple rays of holy light, but none of them could escape from the black hole.

"You are a little bit decent." The demon lord looked at the archangel, "but that's all."

Feng——

A huge amount of black matter gushed out from the head of the black hole like the energy ejected from a quasar. Without any warning, it instantly pierced through the archangel. The blood curtain in the sky was stained with a darkness deeper than the night.

After the black light, people could vaguely see that the archangel was still emitting a faint light representing tenacity, standing in the same place with his sword pointing to the sky.

A beam of light burst out and crashed into the deep night sky, gradually dispelling the darkness that had just appeared and restoring the faint glow of the blood curtain.

Then, the statue of the archangel broke into pieces and fell to the ground.

"No! Archangel Michael!"

After thinking for a long time, the Patriarch finally decided to bring the priests and nuns out for physical prayer. As soon as he walked out, he saw this scene and immediately screamed heartbreakingly.

Jennifer beside him sighed, ready to borrow the power and teleport randomly at any time.

In the current situation, she felt that even if Ye Jie could get back in time, he would most likely not be a match for such a terrifying existence. If he could defeat this, then her family's sacred object would be too powerful. It would be great if her family also had such a treasure left.

I don't know if Owen has a solution.
After dealing with the most "threatening" archangel, the remaining little angels were not hurt at all. He was even too lazy to clean up and walked straight towards the blood-red gate.

With every step, countless skeletons were trampled to death, regardless of friend or foe.

Carl looked at the toes of this thing, which were bigger than his own. Although he did not lack the spirit of resistance, could he really resist this thing?

[Demon Lord, the Supreme Demon Lord, please forgive your humble servant. All of this is to carry out orders. I have not betrayed you.]

The demon in the body trembled and prayed continuously, fearing that he would be killed by a sneeze or shock from the Demon Lord.

"You are such a cowardly demon that you are not even as good as these skeleton soldiers." Carl smashed the head of a skeleton that tried to stand up, and then continued to deal with the resurrected skeletons like whack-a-mole.

[I am not afraid of death! ] The little devil argued [All this is for the mission]

"hehe."

Carl stopped taunting.

"Comrade, give me a hand."

A fiery red skeleton with a broken leg fell to the ground. One could see that one of his hands was used as a weapon and inserted into a skull below.

Carl reached out and pulled him up.

"You, Commander—"

Seeing the red star on the back of Carl's hand, the fireworks in the fiery skull's eyes seemed to jump.

"This was left to me by one of your comrades." Carl explained, noticing the other party's concern.

"I understand." The skeleton looked at the demon lord who was getting closer and closer to the giant red gate, then looked back at Carl, "Are you willing to fight for your country?"

"To be honest, I hate moral kidnapping. Everyone who died here fought for this country, and now even their bodies can't be found. And I think I've done a lot." Carl looked at the bodies that were unrecognizable all over the ground and smiled dryly, "But yes, I am willing to do it for the motherland."

The skeleton nodded solemnly, broke off a piece of his own bone and put it in his mouth.

I don't know how he blew it, but a very penetrating sound came out of it.

Carl sounded familiar with it; it was the charge whistle.

In an instant, all the remaining fiery red skeletons seemed to have been summoned. They gave up the fight and swarmed towards Carl. The swaying spots of light gathered together like a red torrent.

"Heroes are great figures of every era, and they are surrounded by people who are united. You must firmly believe that good always outweighs evil in great times. What is lacking now is a core that can unite as one."

"So, I am the core, right?"

Carl smiled. Surrounded by the crowd, he raised his head again. The Demon Lord, who was originally high and mighty, did not seem so out of reach.

"Well, let's overthrow the evil that is high above us once again."

(End of this chapter)