Chapter 143 The Successor of the End (Part 12)

Mien did not dodge, and the final contract was completed the instant the head hit the ground.

Mien as a human died, and Mien as a devil was just born.

An unnamed liquid gushed from the crack like a spring; the liquid looked like blood and ice, and contained a great deal of bone fragments and flesh scraps.

There was no more light around, as if welcoming the arrival of a new king.

Tobas continued to stab the devil's chest a few more times, and found that the dead man's arm was still glowing faintly. The light was trembling violently, like fleas crawling into Tobas's brain.

"What's wrong with you? What's wrong? Go on, you poor thing, are you afraid of a dead man?" At the same time, another voice said, "Open your eyes and see who truly rules the snow mountain!"

Tobas felt insects crawling into his brain, and the dead man was tempting him to move forward. He kept changing his voice and talking to himself, sometimes saying that he came from the snow mountain, and sometimes saying that he had never been to the snow mountain. He shook his arm, which did not belong to him, and suddenly laughed so hard that he could not breathe, and fell off the tower.

Strangely, he didn't die after falling from such a height.

'I told you, you can't die yet. I want you to see with your own eyes how Hyperion falls.'

Tobas saw a pitiful human walking toward him, covered in icy blood, his face looking exactly like a rag, missing two arms, the missing parts having been bitten off, the blood dark red, not yet completely black.

"Lord Tobas, save me!"

The poor man's skin and flesh below his neck bulged, and suddenly many tentacles burst out of his mouth, tearing him open from the middle.

The universe above revealed a corner of the void, expanding ever larger until it closed like a curtain, locking the obelisk shut.

Trees danced in the fireworks, snow-capped mountains melted in purgatory, and the horns of the demon legion sounded in the distance. The refugees in the city were like pigeons in a barn, their heads eaten by the invaders before they could even stretch their necks.

Screams filled the air, and in just a few minutes, this supposedly most fortified barrier in the other world became a graveyard for the dead.

Even the strongest person would become despondent upon hearing this voice. The fear of the dead is everywhere. Tobas picked up his sword and stabbed himself, but his hand became someone else's, trembling uncontrollably with fear.

'Tobas, you can be scared too!'

The city’s largest furnace collapsed, spewing out sparks that should have been hot, but Tobas could no longer feel them.

He threw down his sword, feeling cold all over. It was as if something was squeezing into his lungs, and he panted as he followed the crackling rhythm of the furnace, as if listening to a majestic and powerful war song.

Midway through, he cried sadly, then laughed again. It was originally a glorious thing to sacrifice oneself for the empire, but then he suddenly realized that he would not die at the hands of the enemy, but at the hands of his own people. Then came a series of angry coughs.

In the brief interval between two fits of violent coughing, he screamed, "My glory...give it to me...ah! Give it to me now!"

After shouting, he knelt on the snow, very close to death.

But why are they still alive? Because the power of fear is not enough!

The massive city gate swayed twice amidst the raging flames, before finally collapsing as if its energy had been exhausted.

An entire army of demons charged in, joining forces with the wizards in the air.

Soon, the city finally fell silent, with only the snow-capped mountains burning. Tobas's soul, filled with regret, went to a distant place. Where did he go? Valhalla? No, only the brave can enter the hall.

Tobas was unworthy! Because he was afraid at the last moment! An overwhelming wave of fear shattered the hard rock completely!

A series of cold, fragmented waves splashed coolly on my body. Looking up, I realized that the universe was no longer the same universe.

This is a void universe. The souls that die in Hyperion cannot return to the other world and can only drift in the void universe.

The fact that Tobas also came here indicates that he is dead and cannot go to Valhalla.

A hint of malice flashed across his face; it was impossible to tell whose face it was, but he moved closer to Tobas.

"How does it feel to have your hope taken away?"

"Are you Mien?"

“Mien? That was my old name, but I’m thinking of changing it to Mora. What do you think?”

"You ultimately sided with the devil."

“This is not surrendering, Tobas. I am simply returning to my own void world.”

"Your void?"

“I understand the Void, I seek the Void, I become the Void, and I am now the Void King who leads the wizards, the Mind Flayer Mora.”

“Oh, a king who flees, the weakest of all becoming the strongest, are you satisfied now? What is the Podrol Empire to you? Listen, Mora, you have locked my soul in the void, but you cannot imprison my will.”

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

"I was scared just now, but I'm not scared now."

"Why?"

"The other world needs warriors, and the will of the warriors will never die. If everyone bows to fear, then who will fight the demons?"

"Alas, Tobas, don't you understand? You promised me, then betrayed me, then killed me. You've turned me into this. I don't want your soul to disappear completely, I don't want you to live in fear forever."

Beneath the void of the universe, a murky expanse rippled with tentacle-like waves, which lifted up a monster. This monster had the body of a human, but the face of an octopus.

There's no need to guess; you know who this person is.

When those large, evil eyes were revealed, Tobas smiled calmly.

Why is he laughing? He hasn't laughed in a long time, and it was those silly words from earlier that made him laugh.

Mora took two steps back. Neither of them spoke a word to each other. Their thoughts were silent, yet intensely clashing.

Until the void dissipated, Tobas's thoughts transformed into a seed, and the original world returned.

There were still many unpleasant smells in the snow that hadn't been eliminated, attracting even more demons.

At this moment, Hyperion was like hell, with lesser demons dancing in the flames while imps carried corpses on their forks, and greater demons trampling on the corpses as if they were a red carpet.

The Western Deep Sea King, the Eastern Sky King, and the Northern Void King—the three kings—are assembled, ready to welcome the arrival of the Queen of Hell.

Mora, leading the wizards, appeared from the void, turning his gaze to the opening gates of hell.

Red devil locusts swarmed into the city, filling every corner, with the alluring Queen of Hell wielding a red scythe and riding a nightmare close behind.

She naturally ascended to the throne amidst the mountain of corpses.

But there was one person who did not kneel before her.

Mora, the newly born Void King, has not yet had enough time to sit on the throne, yet she has to kneel before another king.

But he had no choice but to kneel. His empty thoughts could not fathom the realm of this female demon; she possessed unfathomable evil and inexhaustible power.

She spoke one word to her subjects who had surrendered to hell: God descended.

While creating the other world, the creator god gave birth to the first demons and angels from his own body. From that time on, the war between light and darkness has been known as the War of the Gods.

Mora stared at the Queen, and fear returned.

He was terrified and had no choice but to seek refuge with the Queen.

After returning to the void, a very long time passed, and while the outside world underwent tremendous changes, the void remained largely unchanged.

But time can also get tired, and so can thought. Tobas's will still lingered in the void. When the memory of time met the door of the golem Mark, the two merged into one, and a memory was born from the lifeless void.

Years later, through Mark's portal, Tobas reappears, wielding a greatsword, and meets the successor of Podrolott at the end of the world.