I weave my destiny in parallel time and space

There was a deathly silence in the square. Mycroft could see that the magician underneath was as pale as paper.

Because of Leo's attack just now, Marbus obviously suffered some serious injuries. He no longer had the strength to attack a third time, and was directly restrained in place by the group of gods of death.

Leo reacted and roared at the magician below.

"Restart the ritual!"

He landed on the ground and started the ceremony again.

Although only one chain was cut off, the break of this chain produced a series of chain reactions like a domino.

The seal on the six-pointed star quickly began to weaken.

A pair of dark arms slowly stretched out from the hexagram.

The arm was very thick, different from the arms of ordinary flesh and blood. The skin on the arm was a kind of hard armor like volcanic rock. The owner of the arm is a giant at least six or seven meters tall.

Bright red and foul-smelling viscous blood continued to gush out from the six-pointed star, flowing to the feet of the magicians, and even spreading towards the mecha.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. Even Mycroft and others hiding in the bridge could smell the nauseating stench, let alone the magicians who were directly soaked in the blood.

The blood was so viscous that every time I lifted my feet, it would bring up bloody red threads.

Those dark arms grabbed the chain wrapped around the hexagram.

"Ping Peng!"

With a crisp sound, the chain was easily torn off.

Leo's expression changed and he chanted the spell faster. The blood was still flowing, even reaching their ankles.

The chains on the Gate of Hell continued to fly past. But just when the chain was about to wrap around the hexagram, the chain was grabbed by the other hand extending from the hexagram.

With a slight lift of the arm, the demon on the gate of hell suddenly opened his eyes, blood-red tears flowed down from his eyes, and he let out a painful wail.

"Peng!"

And the chain was actually ripped off by him from the gate of hell!

The huge magic power spread around, and all the magicians who were performing this ritual spit out a mouthful of blood, and then collapsed in a pool of blood.

I saw countless flies starting to fly out of the six-pointed star.

The number of these flies was so great that it blocked out the sun, and the darkness even occupied half of the sky.

The sky that originally showed sunlight was once again controlled by darkness.

But this time it was no longer dark clouds covering the sky, but a deep darkness, like an abyss.

The buzzing sound of the fluttering flies echoed in their ears like tinnitus.

In the strong smell of blood, a strong sense of nausea occupied their brains.

Under this darkness, the eyes of the magicians gradually became desperate.

Soon, these flies quickly gathered towards a point. The magic power spilled around was also quickly recovered. A huge tornado slowly formed.

Under Mycroft's gaze, a human figure appeared under the tornado.

He is about 1.8 meters tall and wears a very decent suit. He has medium-long black hair, a high nose, skin as fair as a vampire, and a pair of scarlet eyes that stand out in the darkness.

But the most special thing is the unique aura about him that comes from the superior. Although there is no throne, just standing there, people feel that he is an absolute king.

Mycroft had seen this kind of temperament in the woman named Ekaterina before.

The entire square was silent. At this moment, both the God of Death and the magicians were staring at the figure of the existence.

He looked around, slowly raised the corners of his mouth, and joked.

"The scene of this welcome ceremony is really big. But I prefer my people here, but it seems"

He turned his head and looked at Malbus, who was bound by the chains of death.

"They messed up"

He nodded, "I can't expect too much."

He turned his head and looked at the magicians and the God of Death, showing a warm smile.

"Do you like me like this? I was specially designed to come into this world."

A god of death on the other side came directly to him. He raised the sickle in his hand high and chopped it down without any hesitation.

But in the next second, his pupils shrank slightly to a point.

His body was split into two halves at some point, and his soul was split into two, and then split into dozens of pieces.

"You seem to like it," He muttered.

He opened his mouth slightly, and a powerful suction force came out.

The god of death, which was divided into dozens of pieces, flew directly into his mouth.

He clicked his tongue and seemed to be thinking about something carefully.

"The soul of the God of Death is indeed different from ordinary souls."

The square fell silent again.

Everyone was enveloped in a deep chill at this moment.

"Lord Baalzebub!" Marbas kept struggling and calling His name.

"Baalzebub, who is it?" Mycroft asked.

"It's Beelzebub." Locke's face was very pale, and his whole body was trembling slightly with fear. He wanted to run away from here quickly, but some other qualities kept him standing here, "One of the Seven Lords of Hell, the representative of Overeating."

Mycroft frowned and fell into deep thought.

"Can everyone here together beat Him?" Sherlock asked.

"I think it shouldn't be possible." Locke said with an ugly face, "Unless the God of Death comes in person, but the God of Death is also restricted by the rules, there is a high probability that he will not come.

Or."

"Or what?" Mycroft asked.

Locke shook his head, "Maybe he can't face him. Demons are existences of the same standard as gods."

Mycroft let out a deep breath and turned to look at James, "Has the power system been repaired?"

"Not yet." James replied.

"Abandon the ship!" Mycroft said without any hesitation, "Notify all troops to evacuate here and retain all available forces!"

"Are you leaving like this?" Watson didn't react for a while.

"Have you ever heard of a saying?" Mycroft said, "If you save people and lose land, everyone and land will survive; if you save land and lose people, everyone and land will be lost."

He looked at Watson, "When the absolute power gap between the enemy and ourselves is determined, it is the most stupid behavior to still engage in a life-and-death fight. Saving all living forces and giving a fatal blow at the most critical moment is the best choice. .”

Then he said to Locke, "Also inform your director and ask him not to make fearless sacrifices. Now that things have happened, what we have to do is to prevent things from getting worse. Useless sacrifices have no effect." "

Locke nodded.

After speaking, Mycroft turned his head and walked out of the bridge.

"Sissi." Lisa took Sissi's hand, "Let's get out of here quickly."