Chapter 719 Final Chapter of the Crime
The deepest part of the palace is a huge pool of magma, full of solidified lava, burned red chains, and blood-stained torture instruments.
This is the place where Byer once imprisoned Zariel, but at this time it became Zariel's bedroom, and the fallen angel was in the center of the bedroom.
Her eyes closed, her wings closed, and she sat on the steel throne made of swords and demon bones, wrapped in hellfire, emitting the terrifying pressure of Aphonus.
Zariel has projected most of his power to the material plane, leaving the body in Affonas only to maintain the connection between the two realms.
At this time, the confrontation between the will of Affonas and the will of material plane was extremely fierce, and it had reached a white-hot stage. The entire Affonas was constantly shaking, the ground collapsed, and volcanoes erupted, and many evil demons died in disaster.
As the concludingor of this "falling into hell" contract, Zariel also needs to bear the weight of his body, mind and even soul alone - not to mention that her incarnation is still fighting Kesius.
"The scorched earth cracks the river, the iron city holds fire, the bones accumulate into ridges, the blood gathers into the sea, and sleepless night is eternal"
The song of hell is played. If an ordinary devil breaks in without permission, he may be captured by the power of Aphras before he gets close, and his soul is branded and becomes an eternal slave of Zariel.
But Bayer is a powerful scrutinizer, the former Lord of Aphronas, with extremely strong will.
"The Throne of Affonus."
Baier looked at the throne covered with bones and swords. The lava ball-like eyes were not only without fear, but also endless greed, as if he saw the scene of himself sitting on the throne.
Green venom dripped from the corner of his mouth, hissing, corroding holes on the ground.
Nearly a thousand years ago, Baier was the commander of the highest position under Zarier. He secretly contacted Mephisto and Balzeb, and without hesitation, launched a coup and betrayed his mistress and became the new king of Aphras.
Hundreds of years ago, due to the unfavorable bloody battle, the Lord of the Nine Prisons, Asmotiels, removed him from his post and re-supported Zariel to the throne, making him a stray dog wandering everywhere.
What Baier regrets the most is not the rebellion, but the failure to find a way to kill Zarel after the rebellion, but simply imprison him.
And now, Byer finally returned here and saw the location that was fascinating to him.
"The Throne of Affonas"
Baier stared at the fallen angel not far away, smiled madly, and muttered to himself: "Hahahaha, Zariel, that position belongs to me after all--"
His voice became more and more excited, gradually turning into a thunderous roar and roar, "It will always be in the future!"
Before he finished speaking, Baier stoked the huge bat-shaped wings, grabbed the burning giant sword, and rushed straight to Zariel.
"Crazy--"
In an instant, the hell forbidden spell arranged by Zariel around was activated, and countless hell demon chains flew out of the magma, like giant pythons, attacking Baier.
But Baier was prepared for it. With one sword, the hell demon chains were cut off in one go.
Immediately afterwards, the scarlet red thunder roared and fell, and the surging flames rolled in, and the powerful power of hell turned into deadly poisonous smoke, almost submerging the deep sap demon.
This is a powerful hell forbidden spell, which is enough to destroy any trespasser and disappear.
But Bayer has been waiting for this moment for hundreds of years and has been fully prepared.
The twelve angels on his belt opened their mouths wide, with extremely strong resentment, making shrill screams, releasing strange ripples, dispersing all the thunder and flames around them.
Baier suddenly waved his wings and flew out like an arrow off the string. The space gradually twisted under the collision of energy. The Deep Demon couldn't wait to break through more than a dozen blood-colored barriers in an instant and came to Zarier.
"Hahaha, Zariel, finally, I can."
With the fluctuations in space, Baier actually took out a long sword from the void.
This long sword is made of heavenly steel and is bright silver all over. The sword body is carved with complex patterns. It emits a faint light and a crisp buzzing sound, releasing a holy energy that is incompatible with hell.
This is the sword of Zarel. The weapon that Zarel wore when she was an angel. After Zarel fell, this sacred sword changed hands several times and finally fell into Baier's hands.
Just holding the sword, Baier's palm hissed, burning charred scars.
But Bayer smiled happily and roared hard, "Kill you with your own hands!"
The runes engraved on Zarier's sword lit up, emitting a light that was enough to make any devil shudder.
Baier held the sword in both hands, regardless of his burning body, and stabbed it into Zarel's chest without hesitation, like a prisoner.
The breastplate made of hell iron suddenly shattered, and the long sword pierced the flesh and blood, touching Zariel's heart.
This made the Lord of Hell suddenly open his eyes, and a thrilling light flashed in his golden pupils.
"Bayer! You-How dare you collude with the outside world-" Zarier's roar shattered the sulfur rock in a radius of hundreds of feet, scarlet thunder fell from the sky, and surging hellfires surged from all directions.
"You have violated the great will of the Lord of the Nine Prisons! You will pay the price!"
This is Zariel's anger, this is the anger of Lord Aphras!
But Bayer had already made up his mind and would never give up easily.
Faced with the overwhelming terrifying power, the Deep Demon gritted his teeth and roared, "Farewell forever, Zarel! That red dragon will completely tear your soul apart!"
In an instant, Baier's arm veins swelled up, and he suddenly exerted force, pushing the holy sword into his heart.
"Take it—"
The sword blade pierces the flesh and blood.
It seemed as if I felt the fall of my master, and the tragic howling sounded throughout the sky.
The earth shook violently, and the bloody sky curtain trembled, as if a terrifying giant beast was about to descend. Almost all the devils raised their heads and looked at the sky uneasily.
They knew that Affonus was about to change again.
Plane of matter.
Kingdom of Thrace, August.
In the sky, a blood-covered eye was opened on the black sun, and blood-colored cracks spread throughout the sky, and a tide of devils surged out of it.
Under the blood light, the red dragon's body was like a red mountain, rising and falling with his breathing, and under him was a huge pit with a diameter of 100 meters.
Kessius pressed Zarel tightly against the ground with his sharp claws, and the power in the claws continued to increase, causing the formation to keep making "click" breaking sounds.
Zariel spewed out a mouthful of dark red blood, his voice roaring: "Red Dragon, I am the controller of the bloody battle. Kill me and you will break the balance of the universe, the consequences will be unimaginable
And the Lord of Nine Prisons will not let you go." She spoke intermittently and it was quite difficult.
"Do you really think you are irreplaceable?"
Kesius shook his head and said with a grim smile: "To put it bluntly, you are just a knife that Asmotiels uses more conveniently. As long as someone can do better than you, you can be given up at any time."
"Not impossible, you don't understand the essence of bloody battle!" Zarier's voice was a little excited.
But soon, she felt like she was struck by lightning, and her wings fell weakly, and the power in her body dissipated rapidly.
"How is that possible?" Zariel's expression stagnated, and she lowered her head in disbelief, and saw an ethereal silver sword inserted into her chest - this was Zariel's sword, her weapon as a seraphimony.
The encounter of the original body in hell has been projected to the material plane. Zariel struggled hard, trying to demand the last chance, but unfortunately, Kesius would not give her such a chance.
"It seems that my ally can't wait." Kesius grinned, pressed Zariel firmly to the ground, and then stretched out the claw wearing the decapitation sword.
"Zarel, what is your biggest mistake?"
"Take it—"
Before the other party could answer, Kesius suddenly waved his claws, and silver flames of order and holy glory of heaven surged out from it.
The decapitation sword at the tip of the claw pierced into Zarel's chest, and the blood vaporized into dark red steam in the holy light.
"Your biggest mistake is that you are blocking my front and the way forward of the Ashes Empire." Kesius said lightly.
"Boom--"
Thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, and the momentum was huge. The moment the sword tip touched the heart, the essence of the angel that had been suppressed by the Lord of the Nine Prisons burst out.
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The blackened holy text on Zarel's breastplate suddenly lit up, like thousands of dawn light penetrated the dark clouds, and the chains wrapped around the remaining wings of Burning Heaven were also broken.
Her pupils faded from the sulfur color, and briefly reappeared the azure of the Seraphic messenger.
"This is."
In the severe pain, countless illusions appeared in front of Zariel's eyes:
Zariel saw the light of her in Paradise Mountain, the grief and anger when facing the tragedy of life in the bloody battle, and the resoluteness when she fell into hell.
At that time, she vowed to end this eternal torture and bring a brighter future to the universe, and she was not afraid even if she fell into hell
But soon, Zariel also saw the city burning under her iron hooves, tens of thousands of mortals cried under her atrocities, and innocent souls wailed in pain under her long whip.
She saw countless tragic scenes, many of which were even as tragic as bloody battles.
The remaining heavenly spiritual power aroused Zarier's last conscience as an angel.
"So this is my atonement." Zariel smiled bitterly, holding the blade that penetrated his chest, allowing the holy light to burn his palms.
"Swish——"
Zariel suddenly exerted force and pushed the sword into his heart.
The hellfire and the holy flame collided, fought and annihilated each other, creating a whirlpool of flames of 100 meters in diameter. Under the turbulence of energy, her body gradually crystallized, and even many parts dissipated in the air.
"Tell Byer." At this last moment, the dying Zarel sneered at the red dragon in front of him, "Hell. There is no winner."
In the end, the body of the fallen angel completely turned into ashes and dissipated in the wind, leaving only a scarlet crystal - a strange substance condensed by the core of hell, the soul of the hell lord.
Kesius picked up the crystal with his claws, swallowed it into the alien space in his abdomen, and then stoked the dragon's wings, stirring up a hot wind, and soared into the air.
After Zariel's death, Aphras's connection with the material plane could not be maintained, and the black sun in the sky shed tears and slowly closed her eyes.
With the distortion of space, the black sun gradually blurred and distorted, and eventually disappeared out of thin air.
The entire material plane seemed to be jubilant.
The dark clouds covering the sky suddenly dissipated, the cracks in the space slowly closed, and the bloody light disappeared, replaced by the glory of the [Sacred Day].
And the devils fighting also noticed something strange.
"No, no! Lord Zariel was killed!"
"The Lord of the Nine Prisons is above!"
The bodies of those low-level evil demons and little devils cracked like pottery. They screamed and fled to the cracks in hell, turning into illusory ghosts.
"This, this is impossible. How could Lord Zarel die! How could she die!" The prison culprits struggled wildly and roared, but none of this helped.
The door to hell slowly opened, and countless chains stretched out of thin air, dragging their bodies back to the Nine Prisons.
Compared with those low-level devils, these powerful slaughter demons are even more fearful and panicked, and even show a look of despair.
Because they knew that if Baier returned to the throne, Aphronas would definitely usher in a major reshuffle from top to bottom, and their status, strength and even their lives would most likely no longer exist in this bloodbath.
What's more, many of Zarel's close confidants were still "members" who participated in the overthrow of Baier.
In August City, the Holy Guards who had lost their master began to burn, gradually turning into charred human-shaped wreckage, and even their wings turned into ashes and drifted everywhere.
In this way, in just a few minutes, the devils near August disappeared from the main material plane, leaving only a scorched earth, and the ground was messy.
The glory of [Sacred Day] shines on the earth, illuminating the creeping land, and the city of August is surrounded by solidified lava.
The Imperials and Thracians who had just recovered from the fight with the Devil's Legion all raised their heads and looked into the sky.
“Amanata is on top.”
"That's. It's His Majesty Kesius!"
"He killed that devil, ended the disaster and brought us light!"
"Long live the great red dragon! His Majesty Kesius is the real king of the sun!"
In the sky, the red dragon's mouth was holding the scorching sun, waving its dragon's wings, and the red and golden scales shone brightly under the sunlight. The blurred light outlined its outline, making it even more sacred.
Kesius whistled, "As long as I am here, August will always be shrouded in the light of the sun!"
"Long live the empire!"
"Long live His Majesty Kesius!"
In an instant, under the sun, almost everyone present, regardless of gender, age, or race, cheered and boiled. Many people even burst into tears and were extremely excited.
After experiencing the despair of the dark sun, they have become extremely respectful to the emperor who saved August from hell.
The sounds came one after another, like a wave, and continued for a long time.
Kesius looked down at the earth with his light golden pupils, feeling the surging power of faith rising and pouring into his body.
Brand new words emerged on his panel.
【Destroyer】
"Tear up the oldest sheepskin contract in hell, and use your mortal body to determine the authority of purgatory. Every crack in the crown of hell is your inscription of merit."
(This chapter ends)