This action stunned everyone in the livestream.
[Huh? Since when did Magician get along so well with the Pope NPC? Instead of saving his trainees and underlings, Magician actually rushed over to save an NPC? It can't be just because the NPC is cute, right?]
[I want to ask this too. I was really shocked just now. Saving teammates is fine, but saving an NPC … Erm, aren't NPCs the kind that will only be thrown once in a dungeon?]
[There's no need to guess like this. Think about it, maybe Magician found some unknown clue on the Pope NPC? Or maybe something that will stop the trial after saving him. Of course, all the above are just my wild guesses. What I really want to say is that he's an A-level boss. Does he need you to teach him how to do things?]
[Ah, there's no need for that. It's a little strange. The most important thing is that the NPC hasn't been saved yet. The NPC let go and said that he didn't need to be saved.]
[Ah … I don't know if I'm thinking too much. I feel that Magician doesn't seem too happy after the little Pope let go.]
The ground was collapsing.
Further down, the silhouette of the City of Evil began to appear. Those unknown black existences that looked like the townspeople screamed as they fell into the flames. They were surrounded by hell creatures that had been waiting for a long time and became the first batch of delicious food.
In the sky, the Court of Judgment stood silently.
The angels lined up neatly, white wings folded behind their backs. They looked down coldly and condescendingly at the land that was engulfed in heavenly fire, sulfur, and lava.
Higher up, the huge white holy throne was enveloped in a ball of holy light that couldn't be seen clearly. It symbolized God's lofty and inhuman majesty.
After this era, the world would be destroyed. A brand new kingdom of God would be built on the ruins.
After the little devil fell, the lava tumbled. It didn't even stir up a red wave. It swallowed the little figure directly.
After a long while, Magician lowered his head and stared at the wound on his palm.
His eyes were dark and unclear. In the end, he sighed.
Zong Jiu understood what the little devil meant.
Just like what he said, the little devil now was just an existence that was born from the malice of a world.
The flames couldn't burn him, but the human heart could. The Demon King, who had awakened from the Savior's body, destroyed an entire Super S Level Instance World and transformed into a twisted monster that took pleasure in the pain of others.
That very, very obedient, quiet, nameless child had long been pushed onto the altar and buried in the super S level dungeon called "Perfect World".
What was the use of a belated rescue?
No one saw the silently extinguished light on the altar. No one heard the child's cries and silent cries for help.
His death was destined to go unnoticed and unknown.
There was no one to save him, and he didn't need anyone to save him. Saving him late was meaningless.
So he let go of his hand.
For some reason, Zong Jiu suddenly remembered the night before. The little devil was lying beside his bed, talking endlessly.
She seemed to be talking to him, who was sleeping on the bed, but also seemed to be talking to herself.
"Actually, Big Brother should have noticed it too. When facing others, Big Brother is very cold. Only when facing an adult … will I show the emotions that a human should have. "
The little boy propped his head up and chuckled. "He's the same. In his eyes, the others are toys that he can abandon at any time. Only Big Brother is different. "
"I'm getting more and more curious about where Big Brother came from. If the adult didn't shoot himself in the foot, I'm afraid we would have found out by now."
"Although it's the same person, I still feel a little unsatisfied."
"Sigh, I really hope Big Brother can remember me."
After saying that, the little devil was silent for a long time.
"Forget it, let's not remember."
.....
Zong Jiu didn't look down anymore. He turned around, and the poker cards in his hand kept flashing. He pinned Xu Su, Anthony, and the others who were about to slide into the crack, giving them some time to recover.
The black-framed glasses on Zhong Yiyuan's face fell off. His pair of black Yin-Yang Eyes were wide open, and he couldn't figure out where he was for a long time. In his eyes, there were demons dancing on the ground, and pure light elemental geometries floating in the sky. He felt dizzy and lost his sense of direction.
Zong Jiu grabbed Zhong Yiyuan's sleeve and pulled out the silver cross. Relying on his enhanced wrist strength, he pulled Zhong Yiyuan up without saying a word.
After he finished this series of smooth movements, he turned back to look. Xu Su suddenly said in a trembling voice, "Ninth, Ninth Brother, behind you …"
The white-haired youth seemed to have sensed something and turned around.
"Rumble —"
Behind him, the darkness almost merged into a curtain.
The viscous shadows swam and refracted from the cracks. They were covered in a frightening and ominous color.
In an instant, they filled up all the cracks on the ground. Like slowly spreading ink, they twisted and turned into spikes the moment they came into contact with the air, piercing into the sky.
In front of the courtroom, all the angels had a look of extreme disgust.
Such deep and twisted malice was definitely the most disgusting thing they had ever seen.
Angel was the first to draw his lightsaber. "These disgusting things shouldn't exist in this world!"
His action was as if he had pressed a button.
All the angels lined up behind him drew their lightsabers and chanted complicated and difficult light incantations.
In an instant, thousands of light beams fell from the sky.
However, what was surprising was that the pure white light beams containing pure energy were silently devoured after they landed on the black mud. They didn't manage to cleanse the mud at all. Instead, the angels who were exerting their power to cleanse the mud were panting.
Finally, something happened.
"Tap, tap, tap."
The sound of footsteps approached from afar.
The figure stepped on the endless darkness and approached.
Raging fire and darkness surrounded him, but they were unable to harm him at all.
They all lowered their heads and gathered around their king to be crowned.
At the same time, all the viewers watching the live stream received a notification from the main system.
[Beep, beep, beep … The connection to the Judgement Day instance is abnormal. The live stream is temporarily closed.]
The survivors were stunned. After a second of silence, an extremely heated discussion broke out.
"F * ck, what's going on? It's getting exciting!"
"Sisters, did I see wrongly just now? Why do I seem to have seen that lord?"
"Ahhhhh, you didn't see wrongly. It's really that lord!! It's really him!!! "
"F * cking main system, why did it have to be him! This is the time! The connection isn't good! "
On the other side, darkness wrapped in murderous intent soared into the sky.
The man stood elegantly in place.
He was still wearing the black suit. The dark red tie clung to the gray vest and was pinned to the white shirt on the back by the golden tie clip.
His black hair was tied up, and his pupils had returned to their dark gold color. His pupils were filled with a cold luster.
He didn't do anything. He just stood in the middle of the darkness, but people couldn't help but tremble in fear.
Zong Jiu just glanced from afar and knew that No. 1 was really as angry as the little devil said.
Although in the eyes of others, the devil still had the same unfathomable smile on his face as usual.
Anthony struggled to climb up and widened his eyes when he saw the situation. "It's that lord …!"
Like him, the trainees, whether guilty or innocent, were all frightened.
As everyone knew, No. 1's whereabouts were a mystery. Not only did no one know where he was, but even the live stream didn't have his camera.
The sudden appearance of this lord in the Trial Day instance, and at the end of it, was indeed confusing.
On the other hand, the angels were hysterical and furious.
"Unclean existence!"
"How dare you be so presumptuous in front of God's throne!"
The man raised his hand.
Under the white gloves, the sticky black mud slowly pushed open, and a black umbrella emerged from it.
The devil casually opened the umbrella and spoke calmly.
"Too noisy."
The next second, all the darkness began to shake.
It was difficult to describe this scene with words.
As if Pandora's box was opened, the shadows gushing out from the ground turned into ferocious sharp fangs and mercilessly pierced into the sky.
All of the trainees who were standing on the ground were horrified to see that the sky, which had been clear just a moment ago, had suddenly darkened.
These shadows were like ink splashed into the sky, covering all the light, leaving only the deep eternal night that continued to spread further and further.
The angels who had been flying in the air were forced to retreat. Some were accidentally stained with some angels, and in an instant, their entire pair of wings were dyed grayish-black. With a wail, they fell from the sky to the ground and were swallowed by the surging black mud.
This scene made the high-level angels' expressions change.
Only fallen angels would have black wings. That was a symbol of impurity.
Angel realized something and shouted, "Retreat! Quick! "
Unfortunately, it was still too late.
The shadows that spread to the entire sky also firmly blocked the crack leading to heaven, and even had the tendency to spread further inside. Under such abundant, dense, and terrifying malice, the angels' abilities were suppressed to the lowest. Not to mention purification, even escaping was difficult.
The Trial Court, which was still in the clouds and shrouded in holy light, suddenly fell to the ground and fell apart.
Without the holy light, everyone could see clearly that the Trial Court was empty. There was nothing, not to mention the God that the angels spoke of.
A bolt of lightning flashed.
It rained. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled.
Black rain fell all over the world. The rain grew heavier and heavier, dyeing everything in sight black.
Accompanied by the wails of the fallen angels, the man opened his arms, threw the black umbrella in his hand, and laughed loudly in the rain.
How ironic. Everything was just a human's imagination.
There was no God at all. Even if there was, God would not love the world.
The umbrella that was thrown away by the devil floated to the back, just right to cover the trainees.
At this moment, the trainees who were lucky enough to survive received a reminder from the main system.
[Please wait a moment. The system has detected that the space is unstable. Detecting in advance …]
[System detection complete. S-class team dungeon: Judgment Day. Dungeon destroyed.]
[Clearance reward is being calculated … Dungeon is being closed … Teleportation will take place in 30 seconds. Teleportation location: Studio.]
Perhaps it was because of the suddenness of the incident, the surrounding scenery did not solidify into blocks of color this time.
So everyone saw it.
The man stood at the end of the world, raised his hands, and elegantly directed the destruction of the world like a veteran conductor.
If it were not for the falling feathers, the sticky darkness, and the broken sky in the background, the scene would have looked like a grand concert in a brightly lit banquet hall.
Anthony was almost speechless.
His eyes were fixed on the back of the man who casually walked away with death and destruction. His heart was filled with twisted worship and fanaticism.
He wasn't the only one. The surviving trainees all looked over as well.
"So … so this is how this master destroys a dungeon."
Very few people knew how No. 1 destroyed those high-level dungeons. But without exception, as long as they saw this scene with their own eyes in the infinite loop, they became this master's fanatical followers.
There were people who did not understand.
Now, everyone understood.
The world collapsed under the power of one person. How shocking was that? This was not a level that could be achieved by human strength.
It was too powerful, so powerful that it was beyond comprehension. Perhaps only faith could approach it.
Only Zong Jiu was still half-squatting on the ground. He lowered his eyes and did not say a word.