Chapter 237:

…"I mean it, Li Huai." She said when she gestured to the biggest demons. Nash. She is the one I told you," she said, and then turned to the detective, "Lee Bad, this is Knott.
Knoll straightened his shoulders. Li Bie bit his lip and removed his finger from the trigger of the pistol. He pointed to the huge demon and said, "I just want everyone to know that if she doesn't say what she just said, then it won't exist now."
The devil stood up, motionless. Knott broke his knuckles, the huge bones in his hands suddenly popped out, and a hoarse voice bounced from the entrance wall.
"Okay." Li Huai looked back at his team. "Everyone, please make sure Mai Xia leaves here safely."
"She has nowhere to go," Noch said.
When Li Huai turned to the soldier, he stared at Mai Xia. "I thought you said that these guys are team members, Maixia? Li Huai will not leave without you. Therefore, tell this mountain to move, otherwise Li Huai will move this mountain."
The demon warned: "Don't threaten me." "I have orders from the Lord. Soldiers will never leave his position."
Maisha turned to Knott and gently placed his hand on his bulbous, curved forearm.
"I have to go. Thank you for keeping me safe. Thank you. But your master said you want you to stay here. It's not me."
The other soldiers tried to protest, but this was all they could do. Maixia closed her eyes, and when she did this, they fell asleep and died.
"Oh my God, Mai Xia!" Mai Dong said. "I don't know you can do this."
Mai Xia said: "The old girl is still standing by." "I just hope it will work on their master. Li Badi can end this fiasco a long time ago. But, my God, he has power."
"Where is he, Maixia?" Li Badi said.
Maixia turned around and gestured to the priest's position in the room with her graceful gesture.
"Yes," Li Hao said. "Maisha, you go with Mai Dong, Lana and Dale."
"Lee Bade, don't. Li Bade go together."
"I can't," Li Hao said.
"Really, Harold?" McDonald said. "Leave him. Let Bad Li get out." Li Badi stared at Lucifer's room.
"I must see," he said.
"No," Dell said. "You must watch."
"Let's go," Li Hao said. "I'll be fine."
Maixia kissed Li Bad's cheek, then turned to the Hallers, who began to lead her up the stairs.
"You better come back," Mai Dong said.
"If you want," Lana said, "I want details!"
Dale said, "That made Li Huai one of them." "I already have enough horror in my mind to survive my nightmare. See you upstairs, Li Huai. I hope to read it literally. Maybe it is. Metaphorical."
Li Huai silently watched them climb the stairs, and only when he was sure that Mai Xia had been safely handed over by a friend, did he turn to the room. He took a deep breath and walked into the room to meet the devil face to face.
Li Bai walked through the labyrinth of technology in the spacious room. As he walked by, his tattoo was beating, guiding the wearer through potentially lethal mechanical equipment. He shivered slowly, sweat dripping on his forehead. He wondered if he would come to an end. When his tattoo guided him through the industrial monster in this room, his thoughts began to wander. The whole thing started with a puzzle-a simple invention by a humble toy maker-from that moment, Harry's life became a series of puzzles, mazes and labyrinths, some of which were physical. Some are spiritual, but they are full of incredible challenges.
He hopes that after this incident (no matter how it will end), at least for a long time in the future, he will not have to get rid of any more confusion. With this in mind, Li Bad's tattoo took him to the final corner. The priest stood there, in front of the priest, sitting on the marble throne, seated the king of himself. His robe is white, and there are purple spots and yellow stains on his skin. His eyes opened, but they saw nothing.
"Dead," the priest said. "The King of Hell is dead."
Li Wuyi was near. When he studied the motionless body, it was obvious that the throne on which the devil was sitting was nothing more than an exquisite death chair despite the exquisite carvings. Li Huai now sees that his machine to find his own way eventually led to this deadly throne. The entire room is set up to activate fans that are as long as a spear, arranged like the feathers of a peacock's tail. These blades enter the devil from left, right, and directly below, and leave the devil immediately in a completely symmetrical manner.
The blades were close to each other and perfectly positioned, so only seventeen blades emerged from his head, and their bright array formed a terrible halo, seven or eight inches above the devil's skull. Seventeen wounds were bleeding with blood, and the light golden curls were dyed purple. My God, but he is very beautiful, his eyebrows are unlined, almost Slavic, cheeks are high, his nose is waterline, his mouth is calm and sensual. It was a little open, as if the suicide machine brought the armory into him, he might be relieved.
Through the gaps in his marble throne, there are also many mirrored blades arranged around his body. They pierced his corpse from one side, and his corpse from the other side, and the shimmering narrow spearhead seemed to be full of signs of glory around his body, even in death. Of course, blood has soaked in many of these wounds. The blood has soaked into his once primitive robe, dyed with bright purple in the white weave.
"How long..." Li Badi said.
"Knowing nothing," the priest replied. A thousand days. a thousand years. The flesh of angels never fades. "
"do you know?"
"No."
"I expect-"
"For a century, the heart has been searching for the inner divinity. One word: greatness."
"Yes."
"He has seen it, knew it, and was loved by it the most."
"But lost-"
"It's far beyond what he can bear. I thought he would look for the manufacturer's brand in his heart and feel comforted by the manufacturer's presence. But...this."
"Why elaborate suicide?" Li Hao asked, pointing to their surroundings.
"The Lord God is the God of Vengeance. Lucifer's death sentence is eternal life. He is dead. He found a way to deceive eternal life."
While he was speaking, the Hell Priest walked to the steppe and approached the side of the throne, where he stretched out his hand and grabbed the end of a spear that passed through Lucifer's body. Suddenly, there were hoarse voices. Li Huai looked back at the acolyte and saw that he provocatively held the end of the spear, which was fixed to a defensive device through a two-inch thick cable. Because the priest of is very close to the body, it starts to work. Even in death, Lucifer clearly longed for his loneliness.
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