Chapter 714 The Death of Wilham
"Boom!"
The two giants fell from the sky, causing the ground to tremble and the earth and rocks to explode. The deafening sound spread throughout every corner of the battlefield.
The powerful force of the fall seemed to make the ground surging. The surging sandstorm swept across the earth, and the shock wave ruthlessly lifted everything thousands of miles away - whether it was gravel, trees or soldiers.
A bad steam tank was even overturned by the shock wave and fell clumsily on the ground a few meters away, with the armor on its surface becoming riddled with holes and cracks.
A huge pit with a diameter of hundreds of meters appeared on the earth, centered on the red dragon and the hell monster, and spider-web-like cracks spread wildly, spreading all over the wasteland in an instant.
And in the smoke and dust, the huge black shadow roared with its head, and the loud sound shattered the clouds and broke through the thick smoke.
After the thick smoke was washed away, the huge black shadow finally emerged, with metallic scales, four huge horns, and a pair of light golden vertical pupils like lava balls - that was the Red Dragon Emperor Kesius.
Wilham, or the despised hell monster, was pressed under the giant claws by the red dragon.
He was deeply trapped in the ground for more than ten feet, unable to move. His thin body fluctuated with his faint breathing, and the sticky black blood flowed out, and there was no sign of the arrogance he had just now.
But the slender claws hooked upwards, and a hoarse voice came from the ravaged body, "Kesus, I haven't lost yet
I am." "Boom!" Before he finished speaking, Kesus stepped on Wilham's chest with one claw, and his sharp claws pierced the skin, embedded deeply into his body, tearing the flesh and blood apart.
Wilham spitted out a mouthful of dirty blood, but was still struggling with all his might, roaring wildly, waving the broken bat wings to get rid of the red dragon's shackles.
He pulled out his claws and black blood splattered everywhere, and Kesius watched coldly.
This hell monster flew into the air swayingly, with its ragged wings making a sound of wind blowing through the rags, and he almost madly raised the broken Spear of the Final Judgment.
"No, no! I haven't lost yet! I have, I have other things, I want to sacrifice those despicable untouchables to hell!
Quick, hurry, Zariel, I want to get more powerful, I want to get enough power to kill the red dragon!"
"Crazy, His Majesty Wilham is completely crazy!"
"What does he want to do?"
Hearing Wilham's roar, the Thracians were in an uproar, unable to believe that the king they were loyal to actually regarded the people as tributes sacrificed to hell.
"Those shiny magic circles"
"Help!"
"Mom, my head hurts so much."
"Child, my child! You have to hold on! Amanata, please save her--"
I heard noisy screams and wails from August City.
Several refining magic arrays in the city were activated, releasing a charming red light. The magic arrays happened to be in the church in the Thrace Kingdom, avoiding tens of thousands of homeless refugees!
These refugees were crowded together and pushed each other, and people kept fainting. Once they lost consciousness, their souls would be swallowed by the magic circle and turned into nourishment for hell, becoming part of Wilham.
In an instant, countless souls in August City howled and flew into the sky, circulating into Wilham's huge, twisted body.
Wilham opened his arms and spread the six bat wings to feel the sweetness of the influx of power. "What a wonderful power, my subjects, you were born to serve me, sacrifice your souls to me to repay Farland's kindness-"
"It's better to come one step later!" Looking at the monster of hell in the distance, Dayev frowned. The glorious king once became the kind of existence he hated the most.
Dayev turned his head and looked at the refugee camp. His mother was crying with the soulless child. The child was holding half of the leftover bread in his hand - it was given to him by Dayev.
The refugees were crowded together and wanted to escape from this demon cave that refined their souls. Unfortunately, there was a "Holy Guard" holding a long sword of flames guarding the church at the entrance.
"No"
Dayev murmured to himself, his eyes gradually filled with anger.
That child shouldn't have died like this! You should not sacrifice your soul for the king's own selfish interests!
Listening the cry of the refugees and recalling the tender face, Dayev's eyes became more and more firm. Finally, he made up his mind to pull out his sword from his waist, jumped up, and rushed towards the Holy Guard.
"Dirty monsters from hell, die!"
Ten thousand silver-white lights sprinkled on the ground, the evil soul refining magic array stopped operating, the souls flying towards Willham were directly purified, and the hell monsters in the air burned.
Dayev wiped away the black blood from the sword and looked at the source of the glory. The refugees who were lucky enough to be saved also raised their heads and looked at the sky with a savior-like gaze.
I saw the huge red dragon hanging high in the sky, holding the sacred sun, like the incarnation of the sun god - looking down at the countless sentient beings below it.
"Praise the sun."
"Praise the great red dragon, he is the embodiment of the sun!"
The refugees looked fanatical and pious, cheering for the great existence that saved their lives.
Even Dayev stood there, as if struck by lightning, staring at the sun in a daze, muttering to himself: "Amanata is above, is that emperor really the incarnation of the sun?"
At this moment, under the focus of millions of gazes, Kesus seemed to have become the real savior, the incarnation of the sun.
Looking at the rising power of faith with the characteristics of "Sun God", Kesius's mouth rose slightly, and he would never miss this opportunity to "appear in front of others".
"Why, why can you have such power!! I am obviously the descendant of the Sun God, and I am the descendant of the god who receives the gift!"
Kesus looked at her
Wilham looked at the red dragon in the sky, burning all over his body. He roared to the sky, and flames of jealousy and hatred burst out in his eyes.
The red dragon looked down at the hell monster, imitating Wilham's former tone, and pronounced: "In the name of the sun, you colluded with hell and harmed mortals, and your sins are unforgivable. I will give you - death!"
Before the words were finished, Kesius spread his wings, spit out the terrifying sun breath, and turned into a meteor wrapped in surging flames, cutting through the sky and pounced towards the hell monster.
Wilham raised his head with despair and raised only half of the spear. The hideous body kept trembling with extreme fear and anger, which was hard to suppress.
That's all his words!
The light splattered and the flames surged.
Wilham's body was instantly pierced, and a big charred hole appeared in his chest. Kesius held his neck with his sharp claws, rushed down, and smashed the hell monster to the ground. "Boom!"
Another earth-shaking roar, gravel splashed everywhere, and dust soared into the sky. "I didn't lose"
"It was Zarel. You didn't really defeat me because you deceived me." Wilham lay weakly in the pit, saying unwillingly, his tone full of resentment.
At this moment, the red dragon spread its wings, bent down, staring at the dying Wilham with cold eyes, his tone was full of mockery, "Tsk tsk, look at your appearance. The former King of Angels has become such a embarrassed look.
It's so sad. Now you are like a poisonous snake curled up in the swamp, a rat breathing in the sewer."
Kesus held his hideous head with his giant claws, lifted it up, glanced at it, and then pressed it hard to the ground.
"But you are lucky, Wilham, you can still have a grand ending. Although you live like a clown, I will make you die like a real king."
Before he finished speaking, Kesius waved his broad wings and soared into the air. He opened his mouth and a hot fireball accumulated in his throat - a sign of [the sun's breath].
Feeling the familiar and powerful force, Wilham was extremely desperate. The sun divine power he once was proud of was now condensed into a fatal blow that was about to kill him.
Did the Sun God really abandon him and chose this damn red dragon?
For the past century, he prayed devoutly, fighting for the Holy Faderan, sowing the seeds of faith everywhere, but in the end he would be killed by a dragon that stole the power of the sun?
This is not fair.
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Zarel's voice sounded in his heart again: "His Majesty Wilham, do you want to take revenge? Do you want to kill that red dragon? Sacrifice August to hell, you will get everything!"
A parchment contract with beating fire appeared in front of him. As long as you think about it, you can sign your name and dedicate the whole of August to hell.
Wilham roared in his heart: "But you deceived me! The power given by hell is not enough to defeat the red dragon!"
Zarel's voice was particularly indifferent: "The contract of the Nine Prisons has always been the fairest, and we strictly follow the principle of equivalent exchange.
I am frank, Your Majesty Wilham, the 50,000 souls you sacrificed to hell is simply insignificant than the price you have to pay to kill a demigod red dragon. "
Wilham gritted his teeth: "I will not offer August to hell! That's my territory! "
"His Majesty Wilham, think about it. If you die now, the red dragon will occupy your city, enjoy the admiration of the people of Thracians, and greedily take away everything you have--"
Wilham trembled all over and fell into a huge panic, but he still defended: "I, I can pay other prices, but August is the capital of the Kingdom of Thracians."
Zarel took off his hypocritical flattery and sarcastically ruthlessly: "Wilham, have you not seen it clearly yet? You have reached a dead end and have no other choice.
In addition, given your lack of sincerity, the conditions just now can be invalidated. Now, if you still want to avenge the red dragon, you need to sacrifice the entire Thracian Kingdom. "
Zarel's words were like a poisoned sword, piercing into Willham's heart and piercing his last psychological defense.
Wilham raised his head tremblingly, looking at the red dragon bathed in the sky and like a god-like incarnation, and couldn't help but think of his beautiful wish to revive Fardland and surpass his father.
Wilham was the sacred and sacred angel king in the past, but now he has become a twisted monster of hell. This huge gap made him extremely desperate.
Finally, in a state of dying, under the huge pressure, Willham completely fell into madness.
He trembled all over and whispered hoarsely: "Keius, I did lose, but you are not the final winner!"
In the end, Wilham suddenly looked up and looked at the red dragon in the air. Endless resentment and hatred surged from his dark pupils. He roared with all his strength: "Keius, go to hell with me!
I want to sacrifice to the entire Thrace Kingdom!"
In an instant, the color of the heaven and earth changed, and some law seemed to be touched in the dark, and an almost crazy laugh echoed outside the material plane.
"Hahahaha!"
"That idiot agreed! I smelled the tempting breath of my soul!"
The sky seemed to be bleeding, scarlet scars appeared on the sky, and a dark sun rose. The earth also whines, the mountains collapsed and the ground broke, and viscous black blood gushed out from the cracks on the ground.
Hundreds of hell magic circles in the city were awakened, accompanied by the wailing and screaming of the soul, the ground outside the city collapsed, the strata below the city fell, and the entire August city was falling irreversibly towards hell.
More farther, on the vast territory of the Thrace Kingdom, thousands of hell magic arrays were awakened to form a terrifying formation that encompasses the kingdom.
The bloody cloud was expanding rapidly, trying to cover the entire Thrace Kingdom.
After the disaster, the city of August was in chaos, the majestic church collapsed, and the shattered domes fell towards the crowd.
Countless devils surged out from the cracks. They laughed wildly, reaping the souls of mortals and enjoying this brand new "soul ranch".
"Amanata is above! Please save us!"
"O God!"
"Did you hear it? Wilham, that cruel tyrant is going to give the whole Thrace to hell!"
"Crazy, he is completely crazy!"
The people of Thrace ran around, wailing and crying, but none of this helped.
The whole city is falling to hell, and they have nowhere to escape.
Watching his city gradually falling, Wilham was in a daze and just muttered in a low voice.
"Kaisius, hahaha, you're done, the Duke from Hell will kill you soon!
You will lose like me."
"Boom--"
The sound of the air bursting sounded, and the hot dragon flames completely swallowed the monster of hell, and the flames containing the divine power of the sun burned him to pieces, leaving no ash behind.
Since Zariel was introduced, this guy naturally did not use the value chain, so Kesius killed him without hesitation as if he had slapped a bug to death.
A prompt of increased experience emerged on the panel, and Kesius sighed. "It's so sad." Looking at the apocalyptic scene, Kesius was not afraid at all, and his eyes were filled with hot fighting spirit. "It's finally coming, Zariel."
Kesus insulted Wilham repeatedly, causing him to be desperate and in complete despair and madness, just to lead the manipulator behind the scenes, and what he believed was the real enemy - Lord of Aphurus, the Grand Duke of Hell Zarel.
(This chapter ends)