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Chapter 660 Dark Universe

The devil's kingdom.

After obtaining consent, the Demon Lord went to the underworld.

The underworld, no, it should be called hell, this place is no longer what it remembers.

Glenn transformed this place into a real hell, full of despair, majesty, and judgment.

Countless sinful souls are suffering endless torture, and wailing will be the only melody here.

The Demon Lord admired the scene for a moment and then headed towards the center of the underworld.

The center of hell is a huge tower building, interspersed with various chains filled with the power of rules to maintain the high energy output here.

As if sensing the arrival of the Demon Lord, a majestic voice came from the towers:

"Demon Lord? Why are you here at this time? Does Mr. Werewolf know?"

This is naturally the sound of death. Although this place was built by Glenn, its apparent owner is death.

After all, the operation of hell mainly relies on the authority of death.

Of course Glenn is also the owner here, but he usually doesn't care about anything.

After such a short period of experience, Death seemed to have felt the pleasure of being the lord of hell, and he worked diligently every day to deal with various things that appeared in hell.

"This place already belongs to you and him, so my entry certainly won't escape your perception."

The Demon Lord said this, and the next moment he appeared in a bright hall.

It is surrounded by skull-style decorative carvings, and at the top sits a human being of either gender.

This is the incarnation that Death created for himself. Its entity has no fixed image except for the pair of glowing eyeballs, and its shape changes with its thoughts.

I don’t know if it was to follow the crowd or for some other reason, but Death also took on a human image and has maintained it to this day.

"Tell me, Demon Lord, what are you doing here? Beings like us only meet for major events."

Death supported his cheek with one hand and spoke lazily.

The Demon Lord still used the appearance of a human knight. He conjured up a chair and sat down beside it. He stared into the eyes of Death and asked in a deep voice:

"You really don't know why I'm here?"

Death looked impatient, "If you have anything to say, just tell me now! I'm very busy right now!"

The Demon Lord could not read any element of acting from any external manifestation of death, so he said bluntly:

"The dark universe is coming, can't you feel it?"

Death paused, calculated in his mind, and immediately covered his forehead, "That's not right? How could it be so fast?"

"You don't even know about an existence like this? Are you lying to me?"

The Demon Lord still didn't quite believe it.

The vivid white eyes of death are a habit it learned from the intelligent species on the mainland.

It said, "I haven't even reached the level of a god yet, do you think I would know?"

Although Glenn gave it some help, it was not enough to return it to godly form.

Although ordinary gods can deal with it due to the special nature of its power, their perception is still far worse.

"Then according to your opinion as the oldest god, what is the reason for the early arrival of the Dark Universe?"

The Demon Lord asked his doubts.

Death was silent for a moment, and the Demon Lord clearly felt the fear in its eyes.

This made the Demon Lord unbelievable that Death would actually show such an expression.

At this time, Death slowly spoke, "From my birth to now, I have experienced countless dark universes. I don't know what caused the dark universe to appear. Perhaps the Supreme Court that was born after me would know. But after my deliberate exploration, I found that some strange beings would be born when the dark universe appeared."

Death raised his head. "Like drifting things, like new stars, like... the breath of withering."

The Demon Lord's pupils suddenly shrank, and he immediately understood why Death had shown a look of fear just now.

A horrific disaster like the Breath of Withering, which is not subject to the constraints of rules and is completely beyond the scope of understanding, is something that even the Supreme Court fears and is helpless to do about. No wonder death is feared.

"I don't think we need to worry too much. After all, in countless dark universes, only one Breath of Withering appeared. It is unlikely that another thing of the same level will appear again."

The Demon Lord didn't know whether he was comforting death or comforting himself.

However, it saw Death showing a bitter smile, and slowly said something that frightened the Demon Lord:

"The dark universe that was created by Breath of Withering was also the only dark universe that was created ahead of time. It is almost the same as this dark universe that was created ahead of time."

"What a joke!?" The Demon Lord couldn't control his emotions. He had finally managed to keep the Breath of Withering away from here, extending the life of the continent for hundreds of years. Now another one came. It would be the end of him.

"Calm down, young man, think about the good things. For example, the guy who appears this time may fight with Breath of Withering, or maybe he is a normal one... who knows."

I am much more open-minded about death and even have the energy to make jokes about it.

The Demon Lord seemed to have not heard it at all. He stood up and paced back and forth, muttering, "I have endured for so long and finally got rid of the fear, but in the end I can't even escape. I am tied to this damn will of the earth. Now, there is no hope for me!? Why is it so unfair to me? Why!?"

As it spoke, a large amount of demonic power gushed out from its body, causing the entire underworld to tremble slightly.

Death showed an unhappy expression, and spoke in its original voice, straight into the soul:

"Don't make trouble here, or the Werewolf God and I will not forgive you!"

This was indeed effective. The Demon Lord stood still without moving, and the chaotic demonic power also subsided.

"Werewolf God?" It murmured as if it remembered something, "Oh right! That guy is so powerful, maybe he has a way. I can't be the only one with a headache. I should share this news! Hahaha..."

After saying such crazy words, the Demon Lord disappeared without even saying goodbye.

Death said nothing and continued with his business as if nothing had happened.

at the same time.

In the Supreme Court.

A crystal ball reflecting the entire universe flickered slightly.

Its size cannot be measured and there is nothing to refer to.

After all, the size of the Supreme Court is also an abstract concept.

Even if the gods enlarged their bodies countless times, they would still seem tiny here.

After the crystal ball flashed for a while, a voice rang out: "The moment has finally come, everyone, the final bet, wish us good luck."

"You'll have to face it sooner or later anyway, so there's no need to worry too much."

"But isn't this extra time wasted?"

"It's only a few hundred years. Let's just waste it."