Chapter 449 300. Darkus Soul-Destroying Demon Realm (Part 2)
"Relying on steel and strength, and the lives of your stupid followers, you finally stepped into this place, like a rat rushing out of the shadows, Trying to find your destiny!" The mountain-like "Sojourner" Grubile stepped forward slowly, its words filled with despair. Its sound is like a storm, carrying insights into the inescapable corruption and fate of life.
"Your arrival is no coincidence, just as the old will eventually leave so that the new can be born. In the cycle of life, decadence is not the end, but a part of the cycle. Your stupid followers dedicated themselves to your arrival. Their lives, they have become a link in this endless cycle. Your challenge is to accept this fate, or try to escape, but no matter what, you cannot escape the shadow of decay."
Grubil's voice was like the low voice of the abyss of hell. Roaring, full of desire for despair. Every step he takes seems to make the whole world tremble and be shrouded in shadow. Its huge body became swollen and deformed, and the corruption of its organs caused the body to twist, exuding the smell of decay and death. Its skin was covered with mossy boils and stinky pustules, like a body that had been abandoned for a long time, ugly and terrifying.
Darkus looked at the Great Unclean One. He felt that his inner emotions were covered by hatred. Every suffering he experienced and every enemy he killed drove him to destroy the Chaos Demon in front of him.
"Why are you not in the garden? Instead of staying here alone? Could it be...are you ugly?"
Darkus' words were intended to anger the Great Demon, but the Great Unclean One's reaction was not as he expected. The Great Unclean One did not fall into reckless anger. Instead, he laughed happily, as if his words were the highest compliment to the Great Unclean One. The laughter of the Great Unclean One seemed to have grabbed hold of his body, and the same plague quickly attacked him, as if it wanted to swallow him whole.
The laughter of the Great Unclean One spread like poisonous gas, penetrating Darkus's soul. He could feel the decadent and dead atmosphere, like a dark nightmare, as if swallowed by an irresistible dark force.
The desperate battle began. Darkus staggered towards Grubil. The flail censer raised by Grubil hit him directly. He could feel the impact of the censer on his back. At that moment, pain traveled through his body and hit his soul. He had no power now, not even the power to throw the halberd. Only the trident was taken over again and he attacked Grubile crazily.
Darkus climbed up from the ground with difficulty. The moment he got up, the incense burner attacked him again, and the walking barrier fell out of his hands. He flew out again and hit the ground heavily. Blood leaked from his eyes, his lungs filled with sharp filth, and every breath was painful as his body moved like a larva, trying to stand.
Maggots kept popping up from Darkus's wounds, and some maggots were still digging deep into his flesh, bit by bit, like the tide spreading. He could feel that he was struggling to his death, not even a trapped beast struggling. He felt that his life and strength were being drained. A wheezing cough tortured his body, and a large amount of blood and organs erupted from his mouth. The fragments, and he couldn't tell whether the fragments around his mouth came from the lungs or from other places.
In severe pain and slow death, Darkus tried to raise his arms and do something. He stared at Grubil, what he wanted to do before death, just like he had thought about before, Give Grubil a moment to prove that he has been here, prove that he will not give in, and tell the Great Unclean One in front of him that he, Darkus Hellscourge, is the conqueror of destiny!
Grubil stared at Darkus's twitching body, and he could feel that life was rapidly draining from Darkus' body. It felt that its heart was full of victory, but it felt that something was missing. It could clearly detect that the despair in Darkus was fading away like a tide. The result is not what it wanted, which makes it less fun and less satisfying.
The buzzing sound attracted Darkus, who was on the verge of death. Huge blowflies crawled out from the gaps in Grubil's body. The flies gathered in mid-air and gathered into a ball. He looked at the flies that seemed to be fused together and rushed toward him. His body was instantly swept away by the flies, and countless flies were biting his body with their sharp mouthparts.
"Embrace despair."
After Grubile knocked away the trident with his flail, he raised his fat hand and made a dirty sound in his throat. It stared at Darkus, who was wrapped in flies, and showed a kind smile.
Darkus suddenly had a strange feeling while he was suffering. As the flies bit him, he felt...the passing power was continuously returning to his body in the form of inversion. The originally shrunken power It was filling his body again, and he moved his fingers as if to confirm whether this was a vision he had before his death or if it was really happening. As a result, the power did come back, but he didn't feel any joy, instead he was a little desperate. He knew that this was a one-sided game played by the devil, a bit like a cat playing with a mouse, but he was the mouse that was about to die. The mouse that hasn't had enough fun with the cat, the mouse that is gradually falling into despair.
"Feel the flow of pain and sorrow, you will know the despair and pain, when your body is completely rotten, you will bow your head, you will pray, hope that I can pity you, can help you, rest assured, I will. But no Now! What you have to do now is tremble in front of me!" Grubil's sick smile spread to dozens of large and small mouths on its body.
Darkus' body stood up under the support of the scarlet sword. He stared at the Great Unclean One in front of him. He knew that no matter what the reason, the Great Unclean One in front of him gave him a chance. The last Opportunity, he must seize this opportunity and turn the opportunity that you don't use into an opportunity that you use.
The roaring incense burner was dodged by Darkus who regained his strength. He drove his broken body towards the Great Unclean One. He screamed and hacked the scarlet sword into the thigh like a pillar, cutting with the scarlet sword. The arm of the Great Unclean One, he kept attacking while roaring.
"You and I, we will eventually reach a consensus." After Grubil finished speaking, he ignored the sword inserted into his chest and waved his left hand to knock Darkus away.
Darkus pulled out the scarlet sword at the last moment and held it tightly in his hand. He could feel his ribs cracking under the Great Unclean One's blows and his organs rupturing. After rolling around on the ground, he squatted down. He also extended his left hand and greeted the Great Unclean One. When he saw the stunned face of the Great Unclean One, he showed a sinister smile.
"You will find that things may not be as you imagined. I will break through the shackles in front of you and break the darkness in front of you!" After finishing speaking, Darkus stood up, roared and rushed towards the expanding Grubile. .
At the same time, the trident, which sensed Darkus' attack, also rushed towards Grubil.
Darkus could feel the scarlet sword in his hand rotting, the dissolved metal running through the gaps between his fingers like sticking out mush. His body burned with filth, but he strode toward the Great Unclean One, the floor wailing with his footsteps. As Grubil moved his arms, filth whipped like tentacles, slapping his body and tearing at his skin. Gangrenous ulcers spread from the wound, and the infection was seeping into his organs. He screamed and struggled, trying to control the spasms that tortured him, fighting against everything.
Darkus forced himself to stare at the target, and he kept rushing towards Grubile, getting closer and closer. Corruption kept stinging his disabled body, his muscles burned with pain, and the bones of his hand holding the scarlet sword were exposed due to the burning and previous corruption. He could no longer feel the touch of the scarlet sword, and his fingers The nerves in his body have disappeared, and only inertia urges him to hold his hands tightly. Although his body collapsed in pain and the power of decay continued to wreak havoc on him, Darkus still gritted his teeth and sprinted hard. His eyes passed through corruption and despair. He barely avoided the incense burner roaring towards him again. Locking on the Great Unclean One who is close at hand, that is the target he must defeat. Every step felt like a journey through hell, but he didn't flinch.
"I don't know how you died before, but I know! You died stupidly this time!" Darkus rushed towards a moving mountain made of filth, roaring and stabbing the scarlet sword Entering the gaping gap of Grubil, he screamed hysterically and thrust the scarlet sword deeper and deeper.
"Burn! You dirty thing, burn all your filth and fear!" Darkus activated the scarlet sword, activating the fire element in the sword. The scarlet sword that had long been on the verge of collapse was in his hands. It became more unstable under stimulation, and the runes on the sword were disintegrating and falling off.
Grubil's screams echoed in the room, and it could feel the steel piercing deeply into its body melting and burning. It can feel that the body tissue close to the steel is turning black and then shattering into ashes. It can no longer feel the existence of that part. Its body is burning. It can feel a surging destructive force in its body. Pulsing, it felt like it had been careless...
A wave of fire passed through Grubil's body, hotter than a volcano, brighter than the sun. Then the flames swept through its fat body like a frenzy, instantly devouring it. The blazing flames burned wantonly, completely engulfing its outline in the firelight, and the flames roasted its fat body, making a boiling sound.
The grease on Grubilla's body burned and sloughed off, producing the smell of excrement and burnt carrion. Its body disintegrated into hundreds of flies, and the fire engulfed these poisonous pests as they flew into the air. . The sharp roar that can tear apart the soul resounded throughout the room, and the screams seemed particularly miserable in the flames. Each sound seemed to be the wail of the soul, like a symphony of despair. The firelight illuminated its body red, forming a doomsday-like picture.
The meridians on the ceiling began to crack, and pieces of rotten flesh seeping out of the cracks continued to fall from above. These broken remains were like fallen stars, falling as the flames burned and fell into the sea of red lotus.
The whole room was boiling in flames, filled with stench and heat. Grubil's body trembled in the flames, his fat body gradually deformed, various tissues sprayed all over the room, and burning debris flew in the air like sparks. The molten fat dripped like liquid metal, sizzling to the floor and leaving a trail of traces behind. Rotten mist exploded in flames, spreading like swamp gas. This mist carries a strong fishy odor and permeates the entire room, as if it has become a furnace of hell. Flames and decay are intertwined, dancing wildly into an apocalyptic carnival.
Darkus, who was blown away by the first wave of impact, looked over the rotting fog at the burning fire, and a strange and desolate scene was outlined in his mind. He knew that the Great Unclean One had in some way screwed up, screwed up, or taken advantage of the opportunities given to him. He felt that the Great Unclean One that had been burned to ashes was a little weak...not as strong as he thought. Originally, he just wanted to express his disrespect. He didn't expect that he could kill the Great Unclean One now, but in the end... ...He realized for once that the scarlet sword in his hand was so powerful! It was like a big bomb, and he carried it with him unknowingly.
To a certain extent, 2 is like Athena that needs to be defended. Those defenders and various mechanisms are the strongest. It is not as strong as Darkus imagined, otherwise there would be no layer. There are layers of shackles and mechanisms, and it also performs a cool operation...
Darkus, who was lying on the ground, no longer looked at the burning 2. He turned his sight to his right hand not far from his eyes, and then suddenly realized that he had just That blow blew all his fingers away, leaving only half of his palm. He looked at half of his palm for a while. It was the first time he saw that his hand could become like this. There was a kind of... An indescribable sense of novelty.
But it didn't matter anymore. Darkus knew that he was about to die. The vitality that the Great Unclean One had injected into him just now faded away like the tide with the disappearance of the Great Unclean One, and was withdrawn from his body. Unknowingly, he fell into a hallucination, and everything in front of him disappeared. He saw the stars in the universe, and the constellations representing various ancient saints were flashing. He saw the elves who were watching him. Gods, he saw the face of Drusala, he saw Franais and the others, and his companions seemed to be waiting, waiting for him to go on the road together...
"Is this what it looked like before death? How strange Well, if it's true, this is my second death, right? What happened last time? As soon as I closed my eyes and opened them, I came to that damn medieval world?" However, the burned tissue on the floor pulled Darkus away. Returning to reality, all kinds of illusions turned into the previous room before his eyes. As he lay on the ground, various things flashed through his mind. At the same time, his eyes were constantly turning. He vaguely seemed to see a box and a corroded pillar where the Great Unclean One appeared just now.
"Maybe... I should go take a look? What if... that pillar is the node of the crack..." Acidic liquid and iron-smelling blood were flowing out of the corners of Darkos' mouth, burning his skin. He couldn't feel anything under his knees, and he knew he couldn't stand up, a twisted smile on his broken face.
Darkus tried to awaken the weak vitality in his body, and he tried hard to summon the trident. However, the trident fell heavily to the ground like a lifeless body, without any response. His body seemed to scream in protest, every struggle urging him to lie down and accept death. However, he refused to give up like this. He was a warrior and he would fight until his last breath, even in desperate situations.
Darkus tried to overcome his physical weakness. A true warrior should fight without hesitation and fight until the end of his life. Even though his body was screaming, even though the disease was biting, he didn't want to just lie on the ground and passively let death take away his life. To him, such a fall was an insult and undignified.
Like a larva, Darkus slid across the floor, his body sinking into a mire of decay. He could clearly see the green mist rising from the pillars, spreading like a foul smell in the air. The fleshy floor roared as he moved, struggling to claw at his body, as if the tentacles of hell were mercilessly claiming his life.
As Darkus slid, pests that had fallen from the ceiling squirmed around him, trying to enter his body, their restless little claws leaving faint marks on his skin. The liquid gathered into shit like it was alive, sliding down the wall and wrapping its slimy body around his legs, tightly wound like dirty rope. The plague burned in his body, and the disease roared in his body, as if a symphony of destruction was singing wantonly in his body.
Darkus opened his mouth and kept spitting out the bile caused by those swollen internal organs, and every breath was filled with the smell of decay and death. Corruption caused huge damage to his skin, and the green smoke kept rising, making a hissing sound of dissolution, torturing his fat and muscles, and the yellowing white bones were faintly visible in the suppurating wounds. He did not scream or cry out in pain. He could no longer scream. The corrosive liquid burned through his throat, dissolved his tongue, and swallowed the sound in deathly silence. He could only silently endure the endless pain of his body being devoured by decay.
Darkus tried to let curiosity overcome the pain, he tried to drive away the pain in his heart, tried to let the tiredness and hurt be conquered by the strong will in his heart. In this desperate situation, hope and despair, fear and courage have lost their original meaning. The only thing left was his determination and curiosity. He injected himself with a small vision and drew a small pie. This is the last bit of strength he left to himself and a firm expression of persistence.
A black and colorful crow appeared unknowingly and stood within Darkus' line of sight. It tilted its head and stared quietly, with an unpredictable light shining in its eyes, which seemed to hide some deep meaning. In its presence, the surrounding air became solemn, as if the whole world was watching Darkus, waiting for a certain decision to come.
Write less, I can’t write anymore, or...just leave it here?
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(End of this chapter)