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The capital of hell.

Standing in the Asmodeus Building and looking out, you can see the entire large area of ​​the city.

All present a state of smoke.

The extreme energy collision and impact made everything appear like scorched earth.

But this is what hell should be like.

"Hahaha."

"What a perfect performance, I've already seen a lot of appearance fees."

All dead demons and affected souls are all soul chips that Asmodeus likes.

The devil in a suit holding a microphone is cheering for the celebration in his city.

Only this time there was big destruction.

It can bring as much gold coins as possible, making the devil's treasury more abundant.

It's simply great.

As for who wins and who loses, who dies and who lives, who cares about this kind of thing!

It's a pity...

"The new Eternal Arena is really rubbish!"

"I originally had high hopes for Mr. Piccolo, but now it seems that the Dragon Ball thing has come to nothing!"

Asmodeus said regretfully.

"They're coming!"

Makima's gentle voice.

It looked like she had found a new job, and Asmodeus suited her well.

The same goes for this city.

Now.

As she finished speaking, the door to the open hall on the top floor opened, and the Pilaf trio were invited in.

"Ah, Mr. Asmodeus!"

Xiao Wu and Asiu followed behind, facing the big demon and Machima whose condition was unknown, they were a little nervous now.

And King Pilaf had a sly smile on his face.

He rubbed his hands nervously.

The plan went as planned, and the battle revolved around the Great Demon King Piccolo!

Now……

Being besieged by warriors who claim to be righteous, hahaha, the dust has settled.

The Great Demon King Piccolo will come to an end once again just like in the original world.

Next.

The only one who holds the secret of the Dragon Balls is King Pilaf.

"Dragon Ball!"

"I will definitely be able to bring you the treasure that can make all your wishes come true!"

King Pilaf said enthusiastically.

"Oh, can all wishes really come true?!"

Machima asked in a strange tone.

In fact.

Doesn't the wish-granting thing sound familiar to a demon? !

Everyone has wishes!

It's just that I don't know how these wishes will be realized by the devil.

"certainly!"

"The Great Demon King Piccolo is finished. Now I am the only one who can do this."

King Pilaf glanced at Machima strangely.

This player is the same as them, but this woman is not important, she just needs to make Asmodeus recognize her.

King Pilaf pointed at Xiao Wu and Asiu behind him.

"With the three of us here, the Dragon Ball is already within reach."

"Very well, a perfect betrayal."

The shining light ball, the lively atmosphere, and Asmodeus's face showed a wild smile.

Hell is made of betrayal.

Asmodeus agreed with the fact that King Pilaf had tricked the Great Demon King Piccolo.

A guy who knows how to betray must be a talent in hell.

The premise is...

They must survive after betraying their master.

"Look what I saw?!"

"Mr. Piccolo is not dead yet, he seems to want to struggle a little longer!"

"Who will be the winner?!"

Asmodeus tilted his head, made a circle with his index finger and thumb, and looked toward the center of the battlefield.

There is a new atmosphere, and the city is really becoming more and more lively.

Oh, wait!

Asmod's ears moved, and magical messages began to come, and he seemed to hear more.

"The Queen of Limbo... and more!"

Asmodeus felt the aura of the same hell lord.

There is an absolutely powerful being in hell who is about to invade his territory.

"The energy of this lightning is the green guy I don't like, Satanish, the Lord of Hell!"

"What are they chasing?!"

"Everyone has to come to my city as a guest, hahaha. It seems that my publicity is very effective?!"

"It's getting more and more lively!"

…

"What the hell is this place!"

Appear on the scorched earth.

The man wearing a black leather suit pulled out the silver sword from his back.

This is a powerful tool to eliminate vampires.

And now Blade's sword skills are equally useful to the remaining demons.

A special ultraviolet grenade.

With the firing of silver bullets, the Blade Warrior protected himself very well.

It turns out.

Some monsters in hell have the same weaknesses as vampires.

This seems to be an important reason why Mr. Gibo asked Jessica to come to him.

However.

Blade runner Eric Brooks is not with Jessica and the others now.

In fact.

When Johnny and Moon Knight first started fighting against Mysterio's demonic army.

Mr. Gibb disrupted Mysterio's transfer disk.

The teleportation spell from Kama Taj meets the innate magic of Mysterio!

The intense and chaotic teleportation flow suddenly involved the unlucky Blade Warrior.

good news.

Then God Payne took action, sweeping the battlefield into chaos.

It did not affect the Blade Warriors who had been teleported away.

And bad news.

The strong teleportation magic was attracted by the violent energy vortex.

The capital of hell!

Asmodeus set up a brawl site to surround and suppress the location of the Great Demon King Piccolo.

The Blade Warrior fell directly onto the central battlefield!

Not dead at this time!

It can be said that the half-vampire has excellent production capabilities.

At the same time, the battlefield has calmed down.

From a distance, you can see the golden light of the Hundred-Style Guanyin and the huge wooden figure.

Such a chaotic scene of demons dancing around.

"I had a premonition of what hell would be like, but it's much crazier than I imagined!"

Eric Brooks looked at the remains of broken arms around him.

This city was originally rebuilt and spliced ​​together from various urban ruins.

The false prosperity of demonic rule is broken.

Everywhere was covered in various colored viscous liquids, as well as the remnants of the natives of hell.

These monsters who died because of greed deserve no sympathy.

But……

A large part of the souls sacrificed in the shock wave were still wailing in pain.

This made Eric Brooks unable to look straight.

"You're in pain...right?!"

Sudden.

Like a conversation ringing in the soul.

Eric Brooks, who was at a loss for what to do because of all this, heard the voice of a gentle man.

"who?!"

Eric Brooks searches for that voice.

But……

He had just experienced a small-scale demon slaying, and he had killed the little demons wandering nearby.

There is nothing left but the souls huddled together for warmth in the scorched earth.

In the ruins.

After a shock wave swept through, only the remains of some buildings were left here.

Some helpless people huddle here.

It's not like May's orphanage, nor is it a gathering place for souls where Stephen Strange stays.

The people here have nothing, and they are struggling in this devilish city.

At last destruction came.

But……

"They should have died, but why can they survive here?!"

Eric Brooks felt that he should not think so indifferently to life.

but.

The hunter's cold intuition told him.

Without the protection of the powerful, the people here would have been torn apart by these demons long ago.

They cannot wait for themselves to come.

Even before the demons came to devour them, they should have been destroyed by the fierce battle.

Eric Brooks looked among the crowd one by one.

He wants to find the "person" hidden in it, who is talking to his heart.

But……

Every face is ordinary, they look like ordinary people living in a big city.

Like ordinary people who are unable to resist in the face of natural disasters.

even……

There are also blind people among them.

Eric Brooks' gaze comes from the keen perception of a half-vampire.

It flashed across a man sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.

Special? !

Aside from his soft appearance, he doesn't seem to be any different from the rest of the guys here.

Moreover... the key point is that he is blind and cannot open his eyes. Will such a person be a strong person? !

"I'm right in front of you!"

Echoes from the soul.

Eric Brooks began to realize that this seemed to be a form of mind reading or psychic fluctuations.

"Okay, whatever you're going to do, don't hide it now."

"This city is sad enough, if you have the power, why not put an end to them."

Eric Brooks didn't know what to say.

The goal he set for himself in life was to eliminate vampires.

Count Dracula is his target.

Therefore, Blade has not really cared much about the existence in hell.

Not professional.

If Mr. Gibo hadn't brought Jessica to find him, he might not have fallen into hell in his life.

Unless...with the ancestor of vampires.

"This is hell, and this scene represents all suffering!"

"The appearance of Bodhisattva brings a glimmer of hope to people, and the warriors are fighting hard!"

"Their desire to eliminate evil deserves respect as much as their life and death!"

This voice was unusually calm, and Eric Brooks just sounded warm.

He seemed to be healed.

This is a kind of Zen philosophy, a kind of Buddhism, a kind of perception that sees through everything.

Following what the voice said, Eric Brook looked at Baishi Guanyin again.

Indeed.

In the chaos of hell, such a bright existence is like a pillar in people's hearts.

Even if you can't resist the devil's rule, you can always catch a glimmer of hope.

"Is that why you're watching?!"

Eric Brooks doubts.

"not at all."

"I protected them, the people around me, and those further away..."

The words echoing in Eric Brooks' heart stopped here.

yes!

If Asmodeus's rule is not completely ended, no...if he cannot escape from the hell dimension!

What is the meaning of so-called salvation? !

And falling into hell, falling into such endless pain, seems... reasonable.

Eric Brooks said no more.

Because the squeaking in the distance means that the demons who have crossed the battlefield boundary and entered the brawl are coming again.

Eric Brooks drew his silver sword and loaded it.

A fight is about to continue.

He didn't know what he could do, or what he could do after this never-ending fight.

When will he die, his half-vampire body will fall into hell forever?

But letting him watch these disgusting monsters indifferently would be even worse than killing him.

"I'm Eric Brooks, Blade, a hunter of blood-sucking bugs."

"My last question!"

"your name!"

Eric Brooks jumped forward, his vampire blood giving him excellent jumping ability.

Even... comparable to monsters from hell.

Silver bullets began to appear along with the sound of gunfire, and the swordsman-level swordsmanship made Eric Brooks feel like no one else.

behind.

The souls still gathered in a small area were still trembling.

And the blind man sitting cross-legged among the crowd.

He didn't open his eyes, and he also didn't make a sound, but there was a response in his system panel.

Jade from Eric Brooks!

This was the first warrior he met when he came to this bad land-like world.

Although weak.

Although he fell into the battle at a loss because of the accident.

but……

Although he is an impure human being, he has a heart to save.

at this time.

The voice echoing in Eric Brooks's heart, that was his name.

"Saga!"

The man named Shaka has already felt such strong spiritual power.

An unprecedented evil is coming.

If you must be worthy of this power, then there is only one word to describe it.

god!

…

The center of the battlefield.

Senju Hashirama controls the wooden figure, and holds the Great Demon King Piccolo tightly in his hand.

Everything seems to have settled.

But……

A sudden white flash made everything more variable.

"This is……"

President Netero, Senju Hashirama, and Uchiha Itachi, the three closest to Demon King Piccolo.

At the same time, I realized something was wrong.

What did the great devil who intended to destroy the world summon at this critical moment? !

at the same time.

In the consciousness space of Big Demon King Piccolo, the [Red Jade] from the absolutely loyal demon warrior is already in place!

And these are just fractions, since Demon King Piccolo entered hell.

But a large enough amount has been accumulated.

Along the way to hell, after arriving in the capital of hell, how much was destroyed before and after? !

The Great Demon King Piccolo himself doesn't know clearly.

But now...

All of this was finally put to use, and it was originally just a broken evil idea!

Now it can finally be restored to perfection.

god!

An old Namekian appeared in the wooden man's palm.

"This is……"

All this happened so suddenly that the old god didn't react at all.

But the first time.

The old god was attracted by the extremely familiar companion with his eyes tightly closed, seemingly asleep and awake.

"Demon King Piccolo!"

He shouted out the name in disbelief and looked at the face that had returned to youth.

No...it's still a little bit aged.

Is this because he has just experienced an absolutely cruel war and has forcibly overdrawn his strength? !

etc!

In this wooden dark space, the sense of Qi seems to be held in the hands of some kind of existence.

Is this hypnotic atmosphere some kind of strange sealing technique? !

What a familiar scene.

Another earth-shattering siege, brought about by the evil devil who brings disaster to the world.

Is justice coming again? !

So……

At this time of absolute crisis, Demon King Piccolo allowed himself to arrive...

"!!"

The wisdom of the old god made him tremble all of a sudden. He had a premonition of an absolute crisis!

at the same time!

The voice from the Great Demon King Piccolo sounded.

"come!"

"Let us merge into one, become perfect beings again, and then rule over them all!"

Evil laughter spreads.

"you……"

But I can't wait for the old god to respond.

Demon King Piccolo consumed a lot of [Ruby] in an instant, and he couldn't wait any longer.

No more grinding, no need for confrontation, or a duel of wills.

God and the devil are one.

Now.

With the help of the almighty jade, Big Demon Piccolo wants to force the fusion.

"!!"

all of a sudden!

Demon King Piccolo and God collided in the palm of Bokuto's hand.

In an instant!

Two individuals disappeared, and with the violent explosion of Qi, a new existence was about to be born!

The real Piccolo!