Neither the Devil nor humans can allow the extinction of the extraordinary.
"Not important, but also very important," the astronaut said, "Once it fully opens..."
"So, what I need to do is not to close the Gate of Origin, but to control this gate, thereby controlling the distance between the Ethereal Realm and the Material Realm, finding a perfect balance."
Bologue thought quickly, and the astronaut was satisfied. For this, he continued to ask, "Do you think you have the ability to do it? To balance the two worlds."
"I can’t do it, but soone might be able to."
"Who?"
"King Solomon."
The astronaut circled around Bologue; he didn’t expect Bologue to bring up King Solomon at this mont.
"He’s already dead," the astronaut said.
"But his legacy remains."
"You think the knowledge he left behind can help you?"
"I don’t know; his legacy is like a surprise mystery box. Who can know what’s hidden inside?" Bologue paused and then continued, "But judging from your actions during the Fall of the Holy City, you fear King Solomon... He might have really found a way to defeat you."
The astronaut said, "Is it possible that he discovered sothing, so secrets we intentionally hide?"
Bologue stared at the astronaut, his face reflected on the golden mirror, "Are you hinting sothing to ?"
"Are you piquing my curiosity, making explore that heritage, indirectly achieving one of your purposes?" Bologue involuntarily clenched his fist.
The astronaut did not respond, only silently pondering as if thinking about sothing. He thought for a long ti but did not find an answer, finally speaking calmly to Bologue.
"Move forward, Bologue."
Bologue didn’t understand the astronaut’s words. At this mont, the astronaut stepped forward, hesitating a bit as he extended his broad hand. Bologue also extended his hand and clasped it with the astronaut’s.
"Once a sentient being lives too long, do they turn into a lunatic?"
This inexplicable action by the astronaut made Bologue think of the Regent King he just t. These people appear principled but actually seem quite crazy.
Bologue despised crazy people; they were hard to control and always disrupted Bologue’s plans.
The astronaut said, "We’ve just lived too long. The so-called ethics and morals can no longer bind us, thus becoming arbitrary."
Bologue felt the astronaut was a bit off, utterly different from his usual mysterious deanor. Then Bologue noticed the small cracks spreading throughout the spacesuit.
The spacesuit seed to be reaching collapse, densely packed cracks spreading from beneath the fabric, gas escaping while making a faint hiss.
"I know my words are unreliable, but I still hope you know, Bologue."
The astronaut released Bologue’s hand.
"Forward."
In an instant, the familiar feeling of detachnt reappeared, and Bologue’s consciousness began to dissipate, fleeing this place between nothingness, the colors on his body gradually fading as if bleaching, leaving only gray and white.
Bologue left, but in place, he left behind a gray-white corpse, like an insect shedding its skin.
Only at this mont, Bologue was truly dead in the real sense.
Then resurrected.
The astronaut humd an ancient lody, dragging the gray-white corpse to the Ring Mountain, kicking it down with one foot. After a brief roll, the corpse rged into the heap of bodies filling the bottom of the pit.
"Thank you for your sacrifice."
The astronaut saluted towards the endless pile of corpses.
After doing these things, he proceeded towards the other end between nothingness, occasionally raising his hand during the journey, looking at the spacesuit that was about to be damaged.
The astronaut muttered to himself, "The ti left for is running out."
This spacesuit wasn’t just a precious imitation; it’s also an almost perfect Alchemy Armant, its role being quite simple: serving as a container to completely envelop and hide Leviathan’s power.
He’d hidden for too long, so long that his blood relatives were terrified of him.
The astronaut suddenly spoke, "Asmodeus."
After a brief silence, a splendid figure appeared before the astronaut’s eyes, yet compared to usual, this figure was sowhat distorted, distorted like an erratic image on television.
The astronaut asked, "Are you injured?"
The devils are embodints of power; they don’t weep or bleed, swords cannot leave any marks on them, naturally, they won’t have any injuries.
But they still weaken amidst strife.
"My train was attacked by the Rebellious Royal Court," Asmodeus said, "They destroyed several carriages, and along with them, my power also suffered damage."
The astronaut nodded lightly, devil’s power reflecting in the Material Realm, one glorifies, all glorified, one suffers, all suffer, just like when the Eternal Night Empire collapsed, the Sin of Pride quickly weakened.
"The three of them have already tead up; judging from the forces on the field, we are not their match."
Asmodeus bluntly stated, "You’re hiding in Between Nothingness and rarely walk in the world. Belphegor simply hides in the Cultivation Room, and the power you possess is just those few poets."
The more she spoke, the angrier Asmodeus beca. In this current alliance, in the Material Realm, the only one with certain action power was her Zongge Orchestra.
But her opponents are the King’s Secret Sword, the Scarlet Rot Sect, the Gray Trade Association, the Rebellious Royal Court... not to ntion those potential ones.
"Please calm down, my blood kin, I know you’ve put in a lot of effort during this ti," the astronaut excused himself, "I have not stood by and watched your power consud, I am also taking action."
"You an, your action is to guide that Bologue Lazarus to excavate King Solomon’s legacy?"
Upon ntioning King Solomon, Asmodeus beca sowhat tense and angry, "Are you insane?"
The astronaut laughed awkwardly, seemingly easing the awkwardness.
"No, I’m busy with so other matters."
"Such as?"
"Such as drawing in that indecisive fellow."
The astronaut continued, "I guess Beelzebub is also working hard to draw him; he is like the last weight, no matter where placed, it will completely tip the balance."
Asmodeus quietly called out the na of the Sin of Wrath, "Samuel..."
ntioning the Eyes of Eternal Fury, Asmodeus’s eyes could not help but show so envy, because the power he controls, the Eyes of Eternal Fury never manages its power within the Material Realm.
All conflicts and bloodshed in the Material Realm are sacrifices to the Eyes of Eternal Fury.
Asmodeus envied for only a mont before waking up. All power cos at a price, and the price of the Sin of Wrath is sowhat feared, even by Asmodeus, who is equally a devil.
No one would want to live like a beast that only knows slaughter, muddling through life.
The astronaut said, "As our conflict intensifies, he will gain more and more power. I must draw him into our ranks before Beelzebub does."
Asmodeus questioned, "Are you sure you can do it? He’s been dormant for so long."
The astronaut was confident; he replied, "If I can’t draw him in, then eliminate him entirely."
Asmodeus froze montarily; she hadn’t thought the astronaut would say such a thing.
"Don’t look at with that expression; this is a struggle, and in a struggle, soone being out is the most normal thing, isn’t it?"
The astronaut’s words carried a weird smile; tiny black particles seeped out from beneath the fabric, curling inside the spacesuit’s depths, where only pure black tar could be seen, like pus flowing from the world’s pathologies.
"My dear blood kin, you need to adjust your mindset."
The astronaut advised.
"This is a life and death struggle."
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