At the same time, deep in the temple on the towering mountain peak covered by ice and snow, in the room full of machinery and instruments, a group of world-famous Demon Kings gathered here.
Headed by Hecate, Shudenan, and Belo Peolu.
Among the three pillars of ministers, the girl known as the Great Witch was kneeling in front of the imperial poem, praying with her eyes closed, while the general's Xiu Denan was holding a steel spear and guarding by her side. He was wrapped around his body with a special treasure chain made by the leader, holding his arms, standing there quietly.
In addition to the three pillars, there were three other demon kings present.
"Exciting times!!!"
Dantario with dominoes, the devil commonly known as the professor, is like a funny clown, waving his arms constantly.
"It's almost here... It's finally here... I'm waiting for the day when the long-cherished wish of the "Fancy Dress Party" is about to come true... It's finally almost here..."
Feikelu was also sweating profusely because of excessive tension and joy.
"So that's it, is this all the Yumei Poems?"
Shabrak was also there, holding his arms, leaning on the corner pillars, and staring at the melting pot of various free-style yumei poems that were constantly rotating and stirring.
The six demon kings of the Red World were present, almost the ones who had the most contact with the core secrets in the "masquerade party," or the most executed characters.
And in the free melting pot that everyone is watching, the whereabouts of the Zero Hour Mizi has long disappeared.
Because the pitch-black flame has completely covered it.
In this way, black flames ran wildly throughout the Yumei Poem and released an invisible pressure.
It is precisely because of feeling that the pressure is getting stronger and stronger, the people will gather here.
In order to welcome the coming great existence.
Until a certain moment, Hecatey suddenly opened his eyes.
"coming… "
Such a voice has just passed...
"Om!"
The shock is echoed from the poetry of Yu Ming.
The invisible force was transmitted in the space like ripples, causing the intense pressure to be blown across the entire space at once.
"!?"
All the demon kings present were shocked, and then they were too late to react, and they knelt to the ground.
That is a response from instinct.
"Oh!"
"professor!"
One of Dantario and Domino became more excited about this, and the other panicked.
"Hmm... Did the pressure alone make me kneel... !?"
Shabrak even tried to get up after reacting, but under the suppression of invisible power fluctuations, he failed for a long time, and he was shocked beyond recognition.
"Ah... Ah..."
Feikelu lay down exaggeratedly, and shed moving tears.
As for Sanzhuchen, he maintained the posture of kneeling on one knee and bowed his head forward.
Then, in the Yu Ming Psalm, the black flame stopped expanding.
As if they had life, they flowed little by little, pouring out of the imperial poems, and gathered in front of the demon kings.
In the black flames that gathered, a figure slowly appeared.
"Boom..."
The black flame seemed to converge, penetrated into his body, and disappeared.
"Om..."
The invisible pressure reverberating in the air gradually disappeared, and finally returned to calm.
Until then, everyone could clearly see the body of the figure in front of them.
It was the back of a young man.
Dark skin.
Pure white short hair.
Arms covered with mysterious lines.
The breath of sacred and evil coexisting all over the body.
Looking at this young man, Belle Peoru raised her head first.
Except for the eyes wearing blindfolds, passion and excitement emerged in the remaining two eyes.
"Congratulations on the return of the leader!"
Beginning with Belle Peoru’s repressive words of ecstasy, among the people present, except for Shablak and Dantario, who were not affiliated with the "Masquerade Ball", the other demon kings all respectfully surrendered. present.
"Congratulations on the return of the leader!"
The tidy shouts made a solemn atmosphere permeate the entire space.
As if the boy had just been awakened, he slowly raised his head.
Immediately afterwards, he raised the arms covered with lines and showed them in front of him, as if confirming the feeling of the body, clenching little by little.
In the process, whether it was Sanzhuchen, Fekeru, Shablak, or even the usual chatter Dantario, all closed their mouths without saying a word.
"Ah… "
After a while, the boy's voice resounded.
"Finally, this body was successfully reconstructed..."
It was completely inconsistent with the appearance of the young man, as if he had a deep voice coming from the abyss.
With such a voice, the boy finally turned around.
If Fang Li was here, he would definitely be able to recognize the owner of that face.
Because Fang Li hadn't seen that face.
Its name is-Amakusa Shiro Tokisada.
"marvelous… "
The boy who used to be Shiro Amakusa Tokisada made a joyous voice.
It was not a voice full of faith and perseverance as in the past, but a voice full of ambition, domineering, and invisible desire.
Even the eyes of the pair of eyes that had experienced hell and possessed an extremely strong will were replaced by an extremely exuberant impulse like a burning flame.
That appearance is no longer the posture of a saint who is unswervingly going through all the sufferings, but a master who wields a butcher knife in order to open the way forward.
Seeing such a leader, Belle Piolu's heart couldn't help being extremely happy.
Even Hecate and Shudenan’s eyes are full of waves, regardless of the still excited Feikelu, the grinning Dantario, and the silently looking at Shabrak, and Bellepe Together with Oulu, they all said together.
"I swear here that I and the three pillar ministers will once again entrust loyalty and self-existence to your destiny!"
"The Great Lord-"Snake of Sacrifice"-Amakusa Shiro! "
Hearing that, the boy known as Amakusa Shiro smiled.
"Haha...hahaha...hahahahahahahahaha!"
As if being dominated by the ambitions in his chest, the deafening laughter rushed straight into the sky, echoing above the entire lofty mountain peak.
And here, from the hall of the temple to the vast snowfield outside, countless red apostles with various shapes also made their voices.
"Ooh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!"
The cheers resounding through the clouds, together with the laughter that rushed into the clouds, shook the whole world, the whole world.
At this point, the God of Creation was revived.
Its voice reached the ears of countless Apostles in the Red World after a second.
"Come on! My compatriots who are like Yu Zhi!"
"Now is the time for us to fight!"
"For the coming paradise, raise your arms!"
The cheers resounded again for a long time.