CH 166 Contract And The World

Sometimes black butterflies surged like clouds in the sky, and sometimes the scorching sun rose. The world switched rapidly between light and dark, and the discerning ability of the eyes lost its function at this moment. Everyone could only fight based on intuition. The concept of time became confused, the past and present mixing together.

Knights wearing thick armor from the legendary era were mixed with knights wearing exquisite chain mail. Godfrey the Guardian wielded his famous shield and axe, cutting a way forward for Legrand's soldiers; Taranto, the Killing Spear, chopped the heads of holy knights into pieces one after another with a strange spear with blood grooves and fangs; Barcelo of Tuca raised his broadsword high...

The scenes they saw on the murals in their family castles were vividly played out before their eyes.

Everyone finally believed in the ancient legends passed down from generation to generation.

Only such brave and unparalleled warriors could follow the original monarch and establish an unprecedented status for mortals on the land where the evil dragon crawled!

The battlefield turned into a true "bloody land". When the war horses galloped, every step of the iron hooves left deep prints into the mud mixed with blood and pieces not flesh. The infantry and knights trudged among the corpses of the dead, and blood gathered into a river, the sound of it rushing among the clanging collision of swords.

Moore wiped the blood on his face and crawled out from the pile of corpses. He looked around the battlefield and found that suddenly the Holy Legion knights were no longer as brave as they were at the beginning. Some people had withdrawn from that fearless state and began to fearfully flee in every direction. The heroic knights riding skeleton war horses swept back and forth on the battlefield, killing everything in their path. The skeleton war horses were covered with extremely heavy armor, but when they galloped, they were as fast as lightning. The Holy Legion with collapsed morale ended up trampled by their iron hooves.

The change in the morale of the Holy Legion must be related to the battlefield in the sky. Moore endured the discomfort of his vision rapidly switching between black and white, and raised his head to see the battle situation in the sky.

Golden blood splashed in the sky, an angel folded his wings and fell from the sky.

The black butterflies, like maggots, caught up with the fallen angel and formed a whirlpool to surround him. When the black butterflies dispersed again, the seriously injured angel had already been torn into pieces. According to legend, the Holy Lord created these winged angels with light and his own blood. When they died, except for the golden heart formed by the blood of the Holy Lord, there were only flecks of light all over the sky.

The other two angels with blood-stained wings screamed in pain when they saw the death of their companion. At this moment, the angelic language turned into a pure sound wave, spreading in circles, directly stimulating the human soul. Moore covered his ears, but he still couldn't stop the despair and sadness from pouring into his mind.

Among the heroic souls that transformed into knights of death, Godfrey the Guardian suddenly inserted two shield blades into the bloody ground. He then took out a bone horn that emitted rich majesty and blew it.

The moment the horn sounded, the resonance caused by the angels' mournful cry was instantly dispersed. The sound of the horn was unlike any other horn sound they had heard before. It carried a trembling majesty and grandness. When the horn sounded, the soldiers felt the air vibrate, as if a gap had opened from the earth, and the soul of the evil dragon that had been buried for thousands of years broke out from the gap, flapping its wings.

Amidst the sound of the evil dragon spreading its wings, strong winds and flowing clouds surged around the Devil.

Under the siege of two seraphs, another angel was torn into pieces, and the Devil also paid a heavy price. The angel's holy sword almost penetrated his heart. At this time, there was a bloody scar on his back that was deep enough to see the bone. The remaining power of the holy sword in the wound eroded outwards, and instead of healing, there were signs of expansion. On his left shoulder, holy fire burned tenaciously.

Opposite the Devil, the two mournful angels burned with bright flames. They have realized that today's battle would pay the heaviest price, and they resolutely ignited their holy spirit at this time.

At the moment when the angel burned his soul, a magnificent hymn sounded loudly in the sky. The pure white light spread out, and in the blink of an eye, the black clouds that had been fighting on equal footing before were dispersed. The black butterflies coiling in the sky were also shattered one by one in the wind.

The Devil stood in front of the King's throne of bones, blood dripping down the blade of the dragon bone sword, his own blood and the blood of his enemies.

The white light arrived in front of the Devil and split in the middle. He firmly protected the King behind him.

Just as the world was about to turn white, the holy fire burning on the Devil's left shoulder suddenly extinguished. The wounds left by the holy sword on his back that were originally unhealable for evil creatures were shrinking rapidly and healed in an instant. Strong air currents surged high in the sky, and black butterflies once again whirled out from the mountain-like clouds.

Clouds quickly gathered in the sky where the King and the Devil were. The dark clouds were like ink, blackening the entire sky.

The King held a bone scepter in his hand, and under his silver helmet, his face was pale. In contrast, the power of the Devil was increasing second by second——at this moment, the King had transferred his control over this domain to him!

——I give you all my power. In this situation, you are the King outside the King!

The Devil did not look back, did not look at the King at this moment.

Many years ago, the monarch who was destined to have difficulty in trust from birth gave him all his authority and all his strength on the bloody battlefield, making him leap from an exiled nobody to a King outside the King. Thousands of years ago, they had teamed up to stage such a grand gamble.

He failed in that big gamble, so his monarch fell from the sky with the betrayer's sword piercing his heart.

The ancient language that belonged to the Wall of Insects, the language that described all the sins and all the sad stories in this world, echoed against the overlapping hymns. The Devil held the blade of the dragon bone sword, the blade cut his palm open, and blood flowed along the blade.

To wash the sword with blood, to drink the blood with the sword.

The sky was suddenly swallowed up by black the moment the Devil's blood flowed through the sword, and the angelic light was expelled from the sky. With all the authority given to him by the King, the Devil turned around and suppressed the two seraphs who burned their holy spirit.

——The will of the King was controlling the battle situation through the hands of the Devil.

This was something that the angels have never thought of!

They did not expect that there would be such reckless madmen as the Devil and the King in the world. They had clearly paid an absolutely heavy price for their gamble a thousand years ago, but a thousand years later they dared to arrogantly do the same thing as before!

Just like in this world, there was nothing worthy of their fear, even their bloody past!

The King on the throne, the Devil holding a sword and fighting bloody battles.

They were the positive and negative sides of each other's contract, and together they were the whole world.

The black butterflies fluttered their wings, and the sounds of thousands of wings converged into an evil funeral song from the deepest part of hell. It was a funeral song played for the gods and the past.

In the funeral song, the Devil squeezed the blade of the sword and violently swept out. His speed was so fast that the rapid air current in the sky could be called gentle in front of him. He turned himself into a sword, and now this sword was going to cut off all beings who dare to usurp the throne——whether they were angels or anything else!