Thirty-one kilometers below the bottomless abyss, an impassioned speech about killing the man holding the sword was going on.

"Ellie, Joris, James, Emily, Jonathan, and Kane... you have left this world, but your sacrifice is not meaningless! Your death will become the cornerstone of our victory and will

His will and strength create an indestructible monument!"

These warriors who have the courage to die and resist the tyranny and kingship of the Kingdom of Heaven; these warriors who have experienced hundreds of battles are no longer simple "enemies", but the embodiment of revenge and glory.

Their eyes are burning with the desire for victory, and their hearts are filled with "the belief that they must win."

"Look at that high angel! That once arrogant and arrogant existence, his sacred and inviolable triple crown, is now crumbling and has lost its former glory.

That dazzling halo is just like a candle in the wind at this moment, and may be extinguished at any time.

You have used your blood and lives to weaken his power and shake his once impeccable and supreme posture.

All this is due to you! You will always be our heroes and the pioneers of this battle!"

The speaker was Katerina Rossi, a traveler among the fourteen recipients, a typical warrior of the Oletin Empire. Her appearance and temperament all reflected the characteristics of this fighting nation; her skin showed a unique

The color of wheat is full of vitality and vitality. This color is the mark left by countless floating cities, countless "wars between heaven and man" and the harsh environment of the Oletin Plain.

At this moment, her voice echoed in this endless darkness, with incomparable determination and unparalleled power.

"Now, it's finally our turn! This is our moment. We no longer have to bear the crushing force of that incomparable force alone, and we no longer have to worry about the fate of being defeated in an instant.

We have waited too long and endured too long. Now is the time for us to fight back and take back the initiative!

The angel who once made us fearful has finally revealed his weakness. He is no longer an invincible existence, but a prey that we have cornered."

Catalina roared and roared:

"From the beginning, the balance of this fight was never in his favor.

The fourth sword holder in the Kingdom of Heaven has never had a real chance of winning, because what he faces is never a group of us, but two powerful lineages, as well as the encirclement and suppression of the endless power of Chaos!"

"Yes, from the beginning, he was not the hunter, but the prey! And we are the real hunters and the masters of this hunt!"

"Now, the final moment of the hunt has arrived.

We will use our wisdom, courage and unity to completely defeat this arrogant angel and let him sink into darkness forever!

We will use their blood as a sacrifice to completely annihilate his once-incomparable glory! We will use the power in our hands to complete the end of this fate! Let us unite and work together to welcome our victory.

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"We will... hunt the Sword Bearer!!!"

The surrounding victims and Team Rocket members were deeply affected by this speech, and the fear in their hearts was gradually replaced by the passion of the upcoming battle and the excitement of the supreme honor of hunting the sword holder.

They all raised their heads, looking across the endless dark abyss, looking up at the pure white angel slowly descending from the sky.

That existence like the light of dawn once made them awe, fear, and despair, but now, he will become their final hunting target and their revenge sacrifice.

They also followed the travelers and roared:

"Hunting the Sword Bearer!!!"

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In the space of 30,000 floors underground, when Anubis was "returned to Hades", the entire space instantly fell into a suffocating silence.

The air fell into an unknown stagnation, and only Xia Xiu's breathing echoed in this endless darkness.

It carries twelve light particle wings and stands like a god above the bottomless pit.

The three haloes behind him, like haloes of mutton-fat white jade, shone faintly in the darkness, reflecting his stern face.

He began to descend, toward the last few provocateurs who continued to make noises against his spirituality.

The hustle and bustle of the world disappeared in an instant, as if it had been stripped away by some force, leaving only endless silence.

However, this brief silence was soon broken by an existence that could not be ignored.

"Hugh Abraham~~~~"

An unsettling sound that seemed to come from all directions at the same time seemed to tear apart the membrane of silence and penetrated into Xia Xiu's ears.

The voice had subtle changes in intonation, as if it was deliberately distorting, playing with every syllable in his ears, making the originally clear language become vague and weird.

"Hugh Abraham~~~~"

The voice dragged out, and he was deliberately slowing down time. There was a hint of teasing and ridicule in his tone, like a slippery snake, hissing and whispering maliciously in the dark.

This is not an ordinary voice, but a whisper with an aura of chaos. Each word has been distorted and reshaped countless times, with the power and mimetic medium that creates illusions.

It was not just talking, but trying to plant seeds of doubt deep in Xia Xiu's mind, questioning every decision and every belief he had.

Xia Xiu's gaze suddenly turned to the void, his brows furrowed, and a trace of alertness flashed in his eyes.

This feeling was of course all too familiar to him.

The scent of the Chaos Lord comes from the ever-changing Lord of the Heavens.

He could feel the decayed and ancient smell seeping out from the depths of the void.

That kind of smell, like thick mist, slowly spreads out, carrying a pungent rancid smell and a disgusting smell of blood, like a rotten legacy brought from the endless river of time.

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This is not ordinary decay, but the breath of chaos.

The breath is like an invisible poisonous snake, swimming silently in the air, carrying a primitive and vicious power, eroding everything around it.

There was an indescribable madness and depravity hidden behind that aura, as if the pain, despair, anger and hatred of the entire universe were condensed in this aura.

When Xia Xiu's eyes locked on the source of the strange sound, a dark crack was suddenly torn open in the void by an unimaginable force.

Click click click——

In the crack, a twisted figure that was difficult to look at slowly emerged. It was none other than Ernest Hayes, who had been completely transformed by the power of chaos. With his appearance, the entire space seemed to be trembling, which was shocking.

The suffocating pressure was like an invisible net, covering the entire area.

"Hey, hey, you really think highly of me." The fourth sword holder in the Kingdom of Heaven looked at the demon who came out of the crack, with a chilling smile on his lips, "Look who this is, a man gifted by chaos.

A champion who has taken on a special form, no, the Great God’s Chosen—a demonized God’s Chosen who, although he has not yet completely become a demon, has some of the characteristics of a demon.”

Ernest Hayes's face has been completely changed by the power of chaos.

His face is no longer in human form, but a terrifying picture like a multi-faceted mirror.

Every face is constantly changing, reflecting different forms and expressions. Every face is a part of his reality, but they are all deceptive, making it impossible to grasp his true intentions.

Six eyes are strangely arranged on his face, and each pair of eyes has a different color and shape - blue, purple and crimson eyes symbolize knowledge, magic and trickery respectively.

His skin has lost its human texture and is instead covered by a layer of flowing light blue scales.

These scales shone with an unstable light, and their surfaces were engraved with ever-changing runes. Those runes were flowing and changing all the time, as if they were some unknown ancient language, full of endless mysteries and evil.

Ernest's body has also been completely alienated, as if semi-fluid. His torso is embedded with etheric psychic crystals. These crystals emit weak fluorescence, constantly enhancing his magical abilities.

His arms were elongated and extended into tentacles composed of pure etheric energy. These tentacles are flexible and changeable. They can be operated as delicately as arms, or they can instantly transform into sharp weapons for deadly melee attacks.

In his right hand, he holds an etheric sword condensed from pure spiritual energy. The surface of this sword flashes with twisted light, and it is so sharp that it can easily tear apart matter and even cut the soul.

Every time the blade of the sword is swung, the space seems to be breaking apart, making people shudder - this is the etheric spiritual sword blessed by [Xin Liezhi].

The left hand is holding a spiritual wand that exudes an evil light. The surface of the wand seems to be made up of countless psychic crystals. Each crystal is full of repressed power, which can amplify the power of any spell to terrifying levels.

Degree - This is the etheric psychic wand blessed by [Xin Liezhi].

Behind him, a huge halo of light floated, like a mysterious universe blooming in the void.

The halo is composed of multiple ring structures. In the center is a star that shines like a star with blue-purple light. This star is constantly rotating, and the outer edge of the halo is constantly flashing with alternating blue, purple, and green glows. These glows

The light is changing all the time, exuding a strong magical atmosphere, which is dazzling.

Any enemy who tries to get close to him will be lost in these lights and fall into endless hallucinations.

The entire space was violently distorted with the appearance of Ernest Hayes. The power of chaos that could not be ignored was like an invisible hand, tearing reality apart and transforming it into a scene full of mutation and destruction.

A Chosen God of Chaos who has obviously been blessed many times stands next to the fourth sword-bearer in the Kingdom of Heaven.

There are currently nine levels of Chaos forces (lineages) known to Terra, from low to high:

Chaos Servants and Mutants → Chaos·Warrior Class ≤ Chaos Demon (Warrior) → Chaos Champion → Chaos Chosen → Chaos Lord → Chaos Servant (Advanced Demon) ≤ Chaos Demon → Ether Lord.

These divisions are just to clarify the disorderly and chaotic class situation in the chaos.

Their Chaos levels are not as orderly as those of the Terran lineage. Sometimes Chaos slaves are very likely to try to kill Chaos warriors, and there are also several minor levels among the slaves.

There are also subdivisions of champions among them. Elite warriors and champions of the Chaos Army have been blessed or enhanced many times and generally reach the level of God's Choice.

However, the reason why chaos is called chaos is because of their natural disorder.

Except for the Ether Monarch at the top of the nine ranks, which is fixed, the other ranks are full of chaos and disorder.

If you want, you can divide an infinite number of levels within each level.

Their ranks do not come one step at a time. Their advancement has a huge and direct relationship with the Ether Lord who stands at the top of Chaos.
To be continued...