C673 Substitute(1)

I can't die! I want revenge! I want to completely wipe out the evil spirits in the Demon Realm, and then offer my body to the Arreat's Sacred Mountain. This is something I must do, and the only thing I can do for the rest of my life. I am not a saviour, I am a sinner. Before I throw myself into the embrace of death, I have to find a way to wash away my sins!

The camp of the Demon Army stretched for thousands of miles on the barren plains. With their existence, perhaps the entire place will soon become barren. I don't know where Blue Ethan fought against fate 600 years ago. If I had this right, I might as well call this place 'Despair'."

The cold wind blew against his face. It was another year of winter. Perhaps it's a coincidence in the cycle of reincarnation, but I'm going to face a rain of blood in this season.

Let's begin. If the ancient humans from the Primordial Era can be considered gods, then so will I. I will be the death god of today.

I carried the war pike and rushed into the camp of the devil army. The slaughter began. There was no declaration of war, no declaration of war. Everything that would move in front of me was my target. Everything I did was like a dream, distant and close at the same time.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The Demon Army's outpost was thrown into chaos. I was like a true whirlwind of death. Wherever the war pike went, the shattered bodies of the evil spirits would appear. Without companions, there might be no more companions. Without techniques, the ultimate form of killing did not require techniques. Without tactics, a person's war didn't need tactics.

The blood of the devil army drenched my cotton clothes, so I decided to abandon that bloody red robe. Using the most primitive way to carry out the final slaughter of my life. The dark clouds rolled, and the sky that had been torn apart lost its sunlight. There is no need for sunlight here. This is the 'Plains of Despair' that I have created. Here, all I need is despair.

The devil army advanced like a swarm of ants. They don't seem to have any fear of death. Fear was useless. This was their final resting place. Defeat meant eternal death.

My war pike is trash, but it doesn't matter because its owner is me. No matter how trash it is, I can still turn it into the most terrifying weapon.

The sky turned dark and the sun rose again. The devil army continued to advance. They want to exhaust me to death. Even an elephant couldn't resist the bites of billions of ants. Unfortunately, I'm not an elephant. My physical strength is indeed exhausted. But my even more terrifying massacre has only just begun. After a day and night of slaughter, tens of thousands of corpses have been produced on the Plains of Despair. Those materials are enough to make me a true death god.

Boom! The most brutal and primal skill, [Corpse Burst], began to detonate the battlefield. I no longer need to move my feet. The gradual depletion of my physical strength allowed my spiritual energy to be used even better. A pale blue radiance quickly spread out. In this plain that only had gravel and scorched earth, I am no longer able to gather the energy of the earth creatures. But it doesn't matter. I won't mind the energy of the evil spirits in the Demon Realm. I am also a devil. As long as I abandon the kindness in my heart... I will be the most terrifying devil.

The devils that enter my 'domain' are quickly weakened, but I am able to rely on the little bit of energy that gathers into a river to maintain my vigorous killing intent.

The berserk 'corpse explosion' has brought even more corpses. The demon army starts to fear and starts to retreat.

I can't run. I'm not satisfied just because I obtained an in-progress victory. The war has just begun. I raised my hands towards the gloomy sky. The Undead Legions stood up in large groups. "Chase after them. Continue killing them for me!"

I don't know which devil this dark magic originated from. No matter what, I have to thank him for creating a tool to dig a grave for Demon Realm. I am a dual practitioner of both magic and martial arts. There is no battle in the Nine Heavens Ten Earths that I can't win.

The massacre continued. Corpses piled up like mountains on the Plains of Despair. The flaming skeletons' rockets lit up the military camps one by one. This place had become an out-and-out hell on earth, a hell that belonged to the Evil Demons.

"Have you played enough? There is a limit to my patience!" Baal's voice covered the wailing of the evil spirits in Demon Realm.

Baal, have you appeared? Have I finally revealed your true body? That would be for the best. The World Stone is standing behind me, let me become your true gravedigger!

I threw my head back and laughed maniacally, "Come! Let me defeat you once more!"

The ground shook, and a person wearing purple armor and holding a purple war pike rolled over like a small mountain.

Soutar? How could it be Soutar?

"I won't lose again, I won't!"

I can no longer tell whether it was Baal's voice or Soutar's. The short-haired purple helmet warrior on Blind-Seers's mural was him. He became my substitute and became Baal's backup in the human world.

My heart was instantly filled with sorrow. Become stronger, become me, defeat me. Is this all the meaning of your life?

Soutar rushed in front of me and waved his spear, unleashing the Poison Dragon."