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Chapter 986 Kill Him

The mask recognizes the other person.

Those burning, three-part eyes, He had killed once in the waking world and once in the dream of the tombstone. In the past, it was just a sad, weak vessel, a thief who took what did not belong to him. When He killed him, the mask even felt disgust and loathing, because He felt that the other's soul was dirty.

The power of the Night Demon cannot be inherited by such a weak soul.

That wasn't prepared for him.

He firmly believed that his Lord would not favor such a despicable creature.

But the truth is, not long after, now...

When the Night Demon reappeared, the mask could already sense the extreme pressure emanating from him.

It wasn't entirely due to strength, but more so to instinctive fear.

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Because the Night Demon is the embodiment of the Chaos of Lurking, one of Nyarlathotep's thousand faces.

This is the mistake made by the mask.

He firmly believed that the despicable inferior had stolen the Lord's power, and therefore killed the other party repeatedly.

Now, He will pay a heavy price for His past actions.

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Nightmare's power surpasses that of the Four Horsemen, and it even has a restraining effect.

Because he was of the highest rank, being an incarnation of that being, while the Four Horsemen were merely servants.

If it weren't for this layer of restraint, the mask wouldn't have suffered such a crushing defeat in a single encounter, causing a storm to rise in her heart, which had been silent for so long.

Prior to this operation, He had clearly sent avatars to the Lost Southern Territory to probe and confirm the strength and background of those people.

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Suddenly, the mask saw a scene that made His pupils tremble.

To be precise, it was a long-haired woman in the southern region who returned the part of her memories and perceptions that had been severed from Him.

That was a picture of His incarnation being killed and hung up deep in the Southern Lands.

It turned out to be like this...

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bang——

A chilling, murderous urge surged beneath the mask.

Betrayal from the whispers of the demons, mockery from his adversaries, and most importantly, denial from the Lord—all these elements gradually drove Him toward madness.

This madness, when projected onto reality, results in indiscriminate annihilation.

Yan released his Night Demon form, and together with the mask, they pierced through the mountain. The two tore each other apart and crashed into the dark red light curtain in the air, causing the space along the way to continuously collapse, with the dragging cracks spreading for thousands of meters.

...

The battle taking place on the eastern hilltop was massive.

But the other two directions are not bad either.

Moreover, similar to Yan's situation with the mask, the other side is also an old enemy.

The apostate Dirac saw the plague dead in his mind.

The tall, thin figure, bound with scriptures, nearly shattered Dirasha's body during the Blood Moon War, leading to his abduction into the Dream Realm, where he became the vessel for suppressing the Abyss Rift and suffered countless hardships.

But these days are different.

His body has borne the blessings of the Holy Golden Tree and contained the will of the Profound Golden Tree. Moreover, he has already planted a new seed of the Golden Tree. The apostate has become the only protector of the Golden Tree.

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The battle here isn't as physically-based as the Night Demon's side. In the area where Dirasha and Plague are located, the moment they clashed, runes shattered and totems shifted, resembling a clash between top-tier mages, creating an extremely powerful spectacle.

Ripples spread through the air as a white-haired female knight clad in silver armor darted out, sword in hand, and shot towards the plague like an arrow released from a bow.

It's Byrne.

The composition of the two sides in this battle is quite peculiar.

Because back then, under the Blood Moon, Dillashow and the Ravens fought the Plague to a standstill, leaving Byrne to reap the benefits.

Now Byrne has joined forces with Dillash.

It's likely that the plague is also somewhat inexplicable.

However, Byrne was stopped by Dirac midway through his charge toward the plague.

"I can kill him, you go over there and help!"

If it were the old Byrne who heard this, he would not only not cooperate, but might even have slashed Dillah Shaw with his sword in mid-air.

But she is no longer the crazy person with a distorted sense of pride she once was. The moment she received Dillah's instructions, the golden light that she transformed into drew a perfect semicircle in the air, turned 180 degrees, and charged in another direction.

Surprisingly, he listened to advice.

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Meanwhile, in another area that Byrne had advanced into, Mabel was locked in a one-on-one battle with Greed.

As the most powerful dream weaver in history, a being who dares to challenge the gods, even in the depths of the seabed crust, shrouded in a strange red night, Mabel can easily manipulate star magic, unleashing all kinds of fierce killing moves. The dense array of azure longswords alone almost filled up most of the valley, forcing Greed to continuously extend its fleshy wings and frantically traverse and escape within the space.

Although it was only a brief encounter, Mabel demonstrated a high level of awareness in combat as a mage.

With her pure and unique power, she fought to a standstill with Greed, one of the Four Horsemen of the Favor, and even gained a slight advantage.

When Byrne, displaying his full prowess, charged into the sword formation, his slight advantage immediately turned into a dominant force, becoming a one-sided encirclement and suppression.

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In the very center of this valley, a pair of long boots trod across the rugged, gravelly path and arrived at the giant snake egg.

Rebecca was still wearing her chief of staff uniform, but she didn't put on her overcoat, which made it easier for her to access her weapons.

She wore a tight-fitting shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a black vest over it. A weapon pouch wrapped around her slender waist held four revolvers, as well as daggers, brass knuckles, and other equipment that shouldn't be in the armory of someone in power. Even the armbands on her arms were adorned with some kind of exquisite and cunning weapon.

"Click——"

She took off the revolver and pushed the cylinder with her fingers to make it spin.

A crisp, melodious metallic sound came from my hand, accompanied by a wave of scorching heat that swept outwards. The cylinder, barrel, hammer, and other parts began to glow with intense heat, as if the gun would melt into molten iron in the next instant.

Rebecca held the gun in one hand and rested the other on her waist. She circled the giant snake egg and finally located the head of the Calamity, which was submerged in mucus. She then raised the gun and pressed it against the translucent eggshell, aiming it directly at the Calamity's forehead.

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Back then, under the Blood Moon, she and Milo suffered countless hardships at the hands of the Calamities.

Some things can never be erased from memory, like the trigger she was unable to pull back then.

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at the same time.

Amidst the groans of the valley battlefield, all the groans of the groans, far from the battlefield itself, watched this battle of god-like proportions from afar.

While excited, the snake people were also terrified that these people would destroy their homeland.

The most excited of them all was Woti Ig, who had not yet fully emerged from the molted snake egg.

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When it saw Rebecca holding a gun to the head of the Calamity, its heart jumped into its throat.

"Kill him...yes...kill him...shoot!shoot!shoot!"

(End of this chapter)