The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

In a fog, Danatis, the evil god of chaos, hesitated. A moment earlier, he was watching his sworn enemies on the battlefield, and at a glance, he fell into the fog.

“Able to forcibly divert my position without me knowing? ”

Even after countless battles and confronting many powerful enemies, this strange scene left him wondering, even if his face had not changed slightly, he was inevitably a little disturbed.

Faced with powerful enemies, splitting them up and destroying them, that's a common tactic, and obviously he's split up and left alone now.

“Here we go!”

Danatis did not act, the giant sword was stuck on the floor, seemed to return to a state of close-minded contemplation, but was in fact observing a world that was once again distorted by his unique combat instincts.

But what he was waiting for was not reinforcements, but more and more intense fog, reaching out for less than five fingers, but since when, the fog had a bright red and bloody smell.

“Asmo? ”

Continuously in my mind my lieutenant of the Spirit, the one who used to be calm enough to give himself a wise and decisive opinion at all times. The fallen hero, instead of responding immediately to himself, responded to him only with a strange howl with little reason.

“Ah... why can't we just... die, die! Fuck you all! ”

And under strange interference, other spirits gave themselves, but also messy messages, which seemed to have gone mad.

And within his perception, all his subordinates lost their direction and position, clearly perceived not far away, but could not see and receive a response.

Danatis was somewhat surprised, unlike those demonic masters who summoned cannon ash to serve as a consumable, that Danatis, known as the incarnation of war, could see only the true brave, rather than the weak in his Spiritual Palace, who had been consumed in endless wars.

And being summoned to this battlefield by him is the elite one of the hundreds of spirits, and the powerful among them is not even a disgraceful god, how can it be said that there is none.

And after entering this position, fallen as the deceased. Yet Ying Ying Ling was recognized by the rules of position, not only to strengthen the meditation of death, but also to possess the most inherent immortality like his opponents. After all, this is the land of the dead.

Is it stupid to strengthen your opponent? This is the rule, limit the object, limit the target, limit the result, as long as all qualifications are met, there should be no difference.

Unlike the power of rules that can be manipulated by the outside world, under Roland's control, the laws of the Underworld place a more “rigid" burden on its back, while also replacing it with stronger “restrictive” and “applicable" powers.

“Now that the rules are in place, how can they be trampled on at will? If the laws and regulations can be changed because of the identity, status, and characteristics of the other party, what difference does it make from the original Divine Church? What is necessary to exist? ”

The adversary seemed foolish and greatly strengthened his Spirit Warrior, but Danatis did not have the slightest bit of luck and relaxation, thus raising his reputation for Roland, because he knew that the mind was like the world of the soul to which that man aspired, and from the moment he stepped into the world, he sensed the distortion and madness of the rules of the world, and that being able to create such a world had itself proved his extreme paranoia and madness.

And in a world where the will can be transformed into real power, the hardest thing to deal with is paranoia and madness, where extreme paranoia can make world rules unbelievably binding and effective, and where no one can estimate what rules he chooses.

But that's not the way to deal with it.

Finally, he chose to step forward, and when he had just taken the first step, the whole world was instantly distorted.

“… this is the battlefield! ”

Yes, it's blood red, it's an infinitely red wasteland, and the earth is stained with blood, killing each other in countless spiritual fields, including ghost cavalry, butchers with kitchen knives, and immortal spirits, whether powerful, glorious or not, with or without faith, and here they are among ordinary soldiers.

It was the craziest war, all the souls were losing their minds, they were cutting each other with their blades, they were biting each other with their claw teeth, they ripped their heads and bowels off and threw them at each other, their only thought was to tear the opponent in front of them, and every moment the flag was cut with his master, and the next moment, the same number of souls climbed up.

Here, the most powerful spirits and butchers are indistinguishable. In the clear eyes, they are all twisted madness and bloodthirsty will, some powerful beings even lie down on their limbs, like wild dogs, biting each other, whether noble kings or glorious spirits, here are just a bunch of angry beasts driven by instincts.

“Asmo? Dibor? Carrie?”

Danatis was somewhat hesitant to see several familiar figures at first glance, but the master's call remained unanswered, and these recurrent dead and resurrected souls had long died of the most elementary reason.

At the end of the red mist, Roland in the silver robe mask stood in the red mist and seemed to be enjoying the view.

“A just war? A holy war against the bad guys? War to survive space? Don't joke. Now that you love to fight for all kinds of reasons, let me give you a reason to stay here forever, just like your favorite beast. ”

Turning his head, the holy robe is shining a clean light of the law, but the wretched skeleton is laughing wickedly, and the madness and distortion of his face move Danatis.

“Welcome to Hell, this is Prison One, Blood Wars Purgatory, Wild Killers, War Criminals, Bloodthirsty Maniacs, and, um, the so-called Heroes and Hodges, where anyone who participates in a war and takes the lives of others falls for whatever reason, excuse or identity. ”

And when he saw Danatis, Roland, full of malice, suddenly bowed, as if he were the host of the hospitality.

“My lord the great god of war, forgive me for the rudimentary place, but I think hospitality as a god of war incarnate, this bloody purgatory is the most suitable place to receive, don't you like it? Or do you not like improvisation by your men? Or are you going to do it yourself? ”

The silent incarnation of war had no answer, and that heavy sword with cloudy black light, slaughter across space limits, was his answer as usual.

But this time, that unstoppable heavy sword met its opponent, and in the red mist, a huge thing blocked the heavy sword.

And when the red mist could no longer shield itself, the giant beast in the mist showed its posture, which was that Danatis also took a sip of cool air.

What a horrible giant beast, somewhat similar in shape to a hellhound, a bloody red body like a giant mountain range, a giant tail ridge burning like a volcano, a dog's head ripping off the God of War's heavy sword.

It seems that he is being restrained and dissatisfied by his master, three heads are constantly howling, the eyes of the blood-red beast are filled with the joy of cruelty and wanton killing, wrapped around the flames of hell on his limbs and tail, giving direct ablation to everything that flows out of highly poisonous saliva.

At this time, its other two heads were still biting and devouring its soul, which it trampled indiscriminately on, a former noble spirit, and even when restrained by its master, the incarnation of anger could not stop killing.

“Oops, I'm not a fighter, and treating you will be my little cutie - Baby and Baby...”

“Best! The dog of war, Best! ”

“Wang!”

There is endless anger in the roar of a giant dog, and even a raging dog who faces his master and enters a state of battle cannot contain his never-ending anger.

“Well, since you asked, Beck. ”

“Best! ”

“Um, Beck! I get it, don't stress it. ”

“… whatever. ”

Ultimately, the Demon Dog helplessly gave up, but Danatis didn't dare to underestimate each other. Naturally, he recognized the Demon Dog just now, but now, regardless of power and authority, it's not the same thing.

“Are the rules of rage, war, and killing, the least, powerful gods? Turns out this is its kingdom of God...”

As Danatis can see, the great beast and the rules around him match like this is his divine kingdom, the master of his world, and Danatis, naturally, is the invader of the divine kingdom.

And even Ayyah's unwillingness to invade each other's divine kingdom represents endless trouble and tremendous loss.

For Danatis, if he was just a bit of a troubled opponent, he's probably a bit of a dangerous enemy now.

Roland laughed as he watched the more cautious Abyss God of War.

“Let me reintroduce, Hell of the Underworld Seven Purgatory, Prison King of the First Hellblood Purgatory, Executioner of the Killing Sentence, Demon Dog of the Underworld representing the sins of fury and war...”

“Best! ”

The roaring Demon Dog spelled out his name first and could no longer be allowed to attack with fury. Three heads, one sprayed with flames, one sprayed with ice, and one with the scent of death began to bite. Even in the face of the Lord God of Chaos, the furious incarnation of the giant beast chose to proactively provoke the battle.

The stench and poison fog spread, and the flames of hell were enough to burn the soul, even the gods, and the air force trembled in the face of the furious demon dog.

But this time, the adversary is not comparable to the ordinary god. The giant beast bigger than the god of war has not come close, and the glory of the heavy sword has directly torn the space.

The trajectory of the heavy sword was broken, the thin lines of flash were continuously cutting space, and the void after the space crack appeared hidden, but the next moment, the entire space barrier was repaired again.

“What if it's a powerful god? There are countless dead souls under my sword. ”

Heavy swords fell, space was torn apart, and the body of the giant beast fell, falling out of the great pit, while crushing countless dead souls who were fighting.

“Ha, it's really an unbeatable abyss god of war, but you better not underestimate my family too much...”

“It's Best! ”

The demon dog, which had already been transformed into a corpse, roared, and the next moment, the demon dog, which had risen again, had grown by almost a tenth in strength.

Furious war demon dogs are twitching, already incredibly muscular and thick by two points, and even the hellish demon flames wrapped around their limbs become more fierce.

Anger makes the Devil's Dog stronger and the dead can no longer die in the Underworld Hell. This rule works just as well for the Underworld God. In the Underworld, how can the Lord of Hell, who is already the dead, die again?

If no response is found, Best will grow in anger, and the abyss god of war, Dhanatis, dominated by physical attacks, seems to have met the world's toughest opponent.

And the next moment, the dog of war launched another shock, and this time, although the head turned huge, the action became more agile.

The demon dog who just died did not hesitate to continue to provoke the battle, and this time, the result may still be the same, but ten times, a thousand times? Perhaps the god of war in the abyss has reached the day of the crash.

“Abyss God of War? Shouldn't you be a butcher and a bad dog like me, stripping off that layer of fame for killing? Come on, let's kill each other. ”