Sorry, this chapter is a little finished, the third chapter is at 8 o'clock, please pay attention.

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Presiding over such a meeting is Midra, the goddess of frost.

As the most fanatical follower of the Great Sage, and the elemental god herself, Midra has a pivotal position among the gods of the Holy Alliance. What's more, he is a member of the neutral faction himself, rather than a member of the powerful factions such as the Apocalypse God and the Witchmar Black Orcs, so he can be used more heavily.

Standing in front of the presiding stage, the Frost Goddess was still excited.

In His understanding, this is a deeper responsibility entrusted to him by the Great Sage, and He must not fail the trust of the Sage!

Taking a deep breath, the goddess's expression returned to its usual coldness.

In a cold voice, the goddess's voice suddenly echoed throughout the conference hall:

"Under the watchful eye of the Great Sage, the meeting of the High Gods of the Starlight Holy Alliance has officially begun, and the content of the meeting is: how to deal with the threat posed by the Lord of Despair......"

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While the Holy League convenes parliament in response to the great threat that is coming—

Shift your vision to the boundless abyss.

This is a bleak world, a dark world where demons are raging; Regarded by the gods of the heavenly realm as the core of chaos in the most evil place, the bottom of the abyss entrenched by countless primeval giants and abyss overlords.

The Realm of Despair, a world more disorderly than chaos and deeper than darkness, with no sun in the sky, only a day of black fire that burns incessantly, imprinted with hideous and terrifying human faces, with distorted and strange expressions.

Broken Soul Plains, follow the entrance to the Desperate Realm 'Road Without Regrets', and the first level you reach is the Broken Soul Plains.

This is a land full of purple flowers, each of which blooms with deep purple splendor, and a little fluorescence flutters in the wind, creating a gorgeous, poignant, psychedelic, and hazy beauty of the Broken Soul Plain.

However, the purple flowers that bloom everywhere are all condensed by thousands of souls who died tragically!

Countless souls who have been extradited to the Desperate Realm will go through layers of screening, and the selected souls will ascend to the 'Paradise of Despair', and after the purification of the 'Pitch Black Sky Fire', they will become degenerate minions at all levels, and the excellent can be promoted from the status of minions to the Desperate Gods, but that is already the realm of legends.

Most of the souls are not even qualified to be calcined by the 'Pitch Black Sky Fire', their souls are thrown into the plains, flesh and blood become the nourishment of the soil, the residue of the soul catalyzes the flower seeds, the empty consciousness guides the flowers to bloom, each petal has a delicate and gorgeous texture, the richer the emotion, the more intense the despair caused by the soul, the more delicate and complex the texture of the petals.

The purple flowers that bloom everywhere provide a steady stream of dark faith for the paradise of despair, which is the energy carefully concocted by negative emotions such as fear, sadness, and despair, and is the favorite food of the lord of despair and the sons of despair.

Therefore, these souls who have flowed into the realm of despair are left here forever, and their last scream before their destruction is forever frozen here, forming a wind of cry, echoing forever on the plain of broken souls.

In such a weak way, he vented his anger that was unwilling to be destroyed.

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The Dread King's Landing dragged its broken body prostrate into the Plains of Broken Souls.

Back in his familiar home, his wounds could no longer hold on, and they cracked open.

Dense scars continued to emerge from King's Landing, and blood spurted from the body. Filthy blood spilled all over the earth, and as soon as the countless purple flowers came into contact, they let out a short scream and then disappeared.

The Desperate Eldest Son took a deep breath, and the bits of purple light floating over the plain were suddenly inhaled into his body, and the injuries of the Desperate Eldest Son healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

These purple lights are the pitch-black beliefs that are bred by the flowers of the other side.

Perhaps it was because this recovery was too slow, King's Landing raised his only remaining arm and grabbed his palm down—

Suddenly, a round of pitch-black vortex emerged, releasing an extremely powerful suction, uprooting most of the flowers on the other side of the plain, inhaling them, and gradually decomposing the purest 'pitch-black faith'.

After a few moments, the Dread King's Landing, healed from his injuries, returned to the 'Paradise of Despair', leaving behind a half-destroyed Plains of Broken Souls.

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In the Heaven of Despair, the eldest son of despair came to a huge throne of black fire, fell to his knees and bowed his proud head deeply.

The Black Fire Throne had its back to the Desperate Eldest Son, and the flames that were extinguishing were a sign of the Throne Master's mood at the moment.

The atmosphere fell silent.

The more silent it was, the more oppressive the atmosphere became, and the desperate eldest son felt the gradually heavy pressure on his body, which was like a substance, outlining the appearance of the mountains, and the faces of the desperate sons such as the Fear Sower, the Black Spider Emperor, and the Dark Dragon God were engraved on the mountain wall one by one, and the eyes were empty and sad, and the gradually formed unjust soul suddenly bombarded the head of the desperate eldest son.

With a muffled thud, the Dread King's Head slammed deep into the ground, a trail of blood flowing down from his forehead.

It was also at this moment that the Black Fire Throne suddenly turned, and the Lord of the Throne faced the desperate eldest son head-on.

The Lord of Despair, Azazler, slowly stepped down from his throne, and the eighteen wings of darkness released a dark and deep majesty, and at this moment, he asked the eldest son of despair:

"Does it hurt?"

His voice was as indifferent as the nine heavens, as cold and cold as the nine shadows.

The eldest son of despair calmly replied:

"It hurts, it hurts to the bone marrow."

Azazel did not speak, but with a flick of his fingers, an invisible force suddenly pressed down on the body of the desperate eldest son again, smashing him deep into the ground.

Thus the Lord of Despair said:

"You don't suffer enough."

"No matter how badly wounded you are, your pain is far from enough compared to the tragic death of your brothers."

"Feel the pain, remember the humiliation, my child, and understand that all pain is caused by the incompetence of the person concerned."

While teaching his eldest son, the Lord of Despair waved his hand and condensed several dark bone spears, which swirled through the legs, hands, and forehead of the Dread King's Landing, and the 'Pitch Black Sky Fire' suddenly erupted, burning his body.

This terrible pain continued to eat away at the mind of the desperate eldest son, who was suffering not only physically, but also his soul was suffering inhumanely.

However, in this way, the desperate eldest son could only grit his teeth and stiffen up, silently bearing the father's punishment for himself, while listening to the father's teachings to him.

The Lord of Despair gradually walked out of heaven, and his voice echoed in the ears of the eldest son of despair, moving into the depths and vastness, but also cold and piercing:

"My child, feel this pain and remember this humiliation with your body."

"Soon, you will come with me to clean this humiliation, and I hope you will not let me down again!"