1142 Chapter 628: Qingqiu Tore the Ninth Hell Lord? [3/6]
"Has something damaged his brain?"
"Didn't this idiot know Asmodeus was using him?"
"That ancient devil kept you alive to attract us! Do you think you're a big shot?"
All of a weak person's threats would make people laugh. Richard was the clown who overestimated himself in the eyes of the gods.
That interrupted Asmodeus. He frowned slightly. He turned to look at the Grace mainland Overlord. He seemed to know what was going on and said slowly.
"Human Overlord, you seem to have made a mistake! It's not your turn to speak here."
"A chess piece must have the awareness of a chess piece."
He spoke, and the evil aura he could suppress no longer converged and poured out unscrupulously.
It was like the awakening of an ancient beast, the revival of the abomination's existence in the depths of the abyss, and the roar of a god in the depths of chaos.
In an instant, the world turned dark. Vast shadows shrouded the world. Ten thousand times has magnified Asmodeus' body.
The stars, lakes, mountains, and rivers all prostrated beneath his feet.
The troops in Thorin City, the gods in the shadows, and the players in the live stream all felt an uncontrollable fear under the endless pressure.
Some weak-willed ones fell to their knees and trembled as they pressed their heads against the ground. Only by doing so could they ease the extreme fear in their hearts.
That was the pressure of the Ninth Hell Lord, the aura of a top-notch god.
The audience in the live stream room held their breaths. They did not even dare to breathe loudly. It was enough to make them fall into extreme horror if they only sensed a small part of the pressure.
Their hands and feet were cold, their backs were numb, and their bodies were limp.
They couldn't imagine how terrifying Asmodeus was at his peak.
However, the figure in the center of the live stream room was as imposing as a stone tablet while everyone was in shock.
His figure did not take half a step back. He still stood tall and straight.
Richard's deep eyes stared at the Ninth Hell Lord. He walked in human form, and his face gradually turned cold.
"Asmodeus, this is not your Ninth Hell. You are not qualified to be in my territory."
He pointed his fingers."
The gods, who had lost control of their aura and tumbled again under the pressure, instantly felt their hair stand on end when they heard this.
Hatred and worry filled their eyes, not for Richard, but for the fear that he would enrage Asmodeus!
The scene would be a disaster no one would be willing to see once one enraged this ultimate boss.
Asmodeus looked a little stunned. He returned to his senses. Not only was he not angry, but he even laughed.
"In countless years, you're the first to tell me… I'm not qualified to be a human."
"Did the authority of the desert give you the illusion? Or does the plane above your head give you the confidence?"
He spoke, and his eyes turned red.
The undisguised evil aura surged again. His body twisted, and his limbs squirmed like rubber. It was like one played with a clay doll.
It was extremely terrifying.
The human's body crumbled amidst the distortion in a span of breath. A new life appeared before his eyes.
He was nearly four meters tall, and his skin and hair were dark red, like eternal flames and magma of hell.
Its pupils flickered with the blood color of hell, and a pair of curved devil horns grew on its head, engraved with chilling evil runes.
The red and black robe inlaid with high-grade gemstones made him look majestic and noble.
He held a pure black scepter. One has inlaid bright rubies on it. It contained mighty magic power that could even freeze the surrounding time.
Asmodeus was the Ninth Hell Lord.
That was his body!
The surrounding pressure increased exponentially with his body.
The audience in the live stream room was in fear. The players no longer dared to watch in the immersive mode. They could only use the window mode to isolate the pressure.
Solan City trembled under the divine might.
"Quick, contact the other gods and break the seal together!"
"Darkness Lord, please save us this once. We are willing to give up everything…"
"Don't fight Asmodeus head-on. Retreat to the sea once you have the chance."
The gods were like frightened birds at this moment. Their souls almost escaped.
Asmodeus slightly stretched his muscles and bones. He felt the power surge in his body. He looked up at Richard in the sky and spoke indifferently.
"It's time to end this farce."
To spare the Grace Mainland Overlord for long bored the gods. Next, hunting the gods would be the prologue of the show.
The Creation God had already disappeared for countless years. It was time for this world to welcome a new ruler!
He did not give Richard another chance to speak. His figure instantly disappeared from where he was, and in the next second, he appeared in the yellow sand.
He waved the ruby scepter.
The surrounding magic power instantly exploded, and the terrifying energy tide seemed to split the sky.
It distorted the space, and time almost stopped.
Richard moved forward like lightning as everyone thought he would dodge Asmodeus's strike. Endless sand condensed his right hand and smashed out.
'Bang!'
The sand-wrapped arm directly collided with the gemstone scepter.
A terrifying energy tide erupted, and a level 18 windstorm blasted in all directions.
