Hell has invaded, but my Hextech is invincible!

Chapter 125 The Bishop's Fall from Grace

"Kahnger, dead?" Mullerta Tel could not believe it.

As one of Müller's few friends, Kainger was not only very capable, but also unconditionally supported him in everything, which was the source of Müller's confidence in repeatedly undermining foreign bishops.

But this comrade-in-arms was killed by Hextech.

Moreover, it was in a ridiculous way that he was stabbed to death by his own weapon.

"Hextech!!" Muller roared in fury.

"Don't shout, I can hear you." Hex approached step by step.

With each step he took, blood dripped continuously from his body.

His body was covered in crisscrossing wounds, many of which were so open and hollow that one could see right through it.

For an ordinary person, such a fatal injury would have killed them countless times.

Hextech seemed to feel no pain, like a blood-soaked war god, steadily approaching.

"Müller-Tatter." He flashed a set of pearly white teeth.

Your friend is dead.

"You're next."

"Now; it's your turn to be afraid."

At that moment, extreme fear took root and sprouted in Muller's heart for the first time.

He couldn't remember how many years ago he last experienced this emotion.

No, he suddenly remembered.

That must have been forty years ago, during the Crimean War.

That disastrous battle that swept across the entire European continent completely reshaped the continental landscape.

Europe not only lost the black soil of Ukraine, but the armies of hell also advanced, reaching the borders of the Holy Roman Empire.

The heretics controlled the Caspian Sea outlet, directly strangling the lifeline of European coastal shipping.

After this battle, a consensus was planted in the hearts of all classes in Europe.

Humans are no match for hell.

Everyone abandoned their plans to reclaim their homeland, forsaking remote territories and desperately defending the five major fortresses in Europe, just to survive.

Müller-Tatter was still young and inexperienced back then.

He was a devout believer in God, possessed a strong sense of righteousness, and was full of hope for the future of humanity.

But that war shattered all his faith and innocence.

In a defensive battle, he led the Newcastle Legion, employing every tactic and exhausting all resources. They sacrificed an entire regiment of Crusaders, thousands of ordinary soldiers, and dozens of clergy.

Everyone rushed forward, one after another, just to delay the advance of a true demon.

But the power of that demon was simply unmatched.

He single-handedly broke through Newcastle United's defenses.

In that battle, Newcastle United suffered a devastating defeat, with only one-tenth of its troops remaining.

Large numbers of the most loyal and elite clergy perished in battle, and the backbone of the entire Crusader Legion was completely broken.

Despair took deep root in Müller's heart from that moment on.

He finally came to terms with the harsh reality.

Humans cannot stop the demons.

The clergy tried everything, but in the end it was all in vain; they could change nothing.

After surviving the battlefield of carnage, Müller, who once cared for all living beings and was willing to die for his cause, completely changed.

He no longer believes in gods, no longer adheres to his original aspirations, and no longer cares about the people.

For forty years, he has been navigating power struggles, relying on the Tattle family to control Newcastle.

He used his supreme power to create a sense of security for himself, living as a selfish and corrupt ruler.

Countless nights, that bloody nightmare would descend upon us as scheduled.

He could always see that hellish demon emerge from the blood and fire, easily snapping the necks of his companions and devouring flesh and life.

At this moment, the Hextech, still bleeding and relentlessly pressing forward, has brought back a nightmare that had been dormant for forty years.

Muller's eyelids twitched uncontrollably, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he let out a non-human roar.

"I can't lose!"

He suddenly compressed all the force fields around him to the extreme, condensing them into a thick repulsive force, and slammed it hard towards Hextech!

boom!

The violent repulsive force instantly peeled away a layer of skin and flesh from Hextech's body, revealing his stark white bones.

But Hextech remained standing in the same spot, without taking a single step back.

He casually wiped away the bits of flesh and blood clinging to his body, his eyes filled with a cold, sinister smile.

"Is that all the tricks you have?"

"That's not enough to kill me."

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Muller's face was completely distorted, as if he were going mad.

"No one can challenge Tuttle!"

"No one can overthrow my rule in Newcastle!"

He completely lost his composure, violently ripped off the pocket watch from his chest, and slammed it hard onto the ground.

"No one can judge me! No one can defeat me!"

With his furious roar, a dark, decaying mist suddenly surged from the shattered pocket watch.

A strong, pungent smell of sulfur permeated the air; it was the pure aura of hell.

Hex paused slightly, a strange expression appearing on his face.

He could see it clearly: Muller was praying to the demons of hell for power.

"Gods or demons, it doesn't matter."

Müller threw his head back and laughed wildly, revealing his madness.

"That's all empty talk; power itself is everything!"

He raised his hands high and roared to the sky.

"Dylan Fordrill!"

"I beseech you to come into the world!"

"Take your reward! Grant me strength!"

"I know you've waited for forty years!!"

As the roar subsided, a complex and bizarre six-pointed star demonic rune appeared above his head.

A gigantic hand, engulfed in hellfire, emerged from the center of the demonic runes and suddenly gripped Muller's head.

A deep, ancient, enchanting sound slowly echoed between heaven and earth.

"A sweet offering, even if it takes forty years, is not too late."

In that instant, Muller felt as if his soul had been forcibly ripped from his body.

His head and spine were forcibly pulled apart, and a massive amount of violent hellish energy was frantically poured into his body.

Memories sealed for forty years have been stirred up at this moment.

In that great battle, the demon slaughtered most of his companions, leaving only the still young him alive.

At that time, Müller could have sacrificed himself and died on the battlefield like his comrades.

But he chickened out; he was scared.

He abandoned his priestly dignity, betrayed all his faith, ignored the sacrifice of his companions, and knelt amidst blood and fire, weeping and pleading, just to beg for a chance to survive.

The demon was quite pleased with the kneeling and begging for mercy of a nobleman from the church's direct lineage.

But the demon indicated that it still wanted to eat him.

In his desperate situation, he tried to pray to the gods for salvation, but the gods never responded.

In the end, it was the whispers of hell that answered his cries.

A demon named Dylan Fortrill responded to him.

It generously gave Muller two opportunities to gain power, and only after those two opportunities would he collect the price.

But Muller only used it once, and for forty years he treasured that pocket watch and never used its power again.

For forty years, he deliberately avoided war, went into hiding, and never fulfilled his contracts.

Even though the whispers of demons and the backlash of the contract haunted him day and night in his ears and dreams, he gritted his teeth and endured it until now.

Only at this moment did he finally understand.

Every gift from fate comes with a hidden, exorbitant price tag.

Forty years ago, he mortgaged his soul, will, dignity, and future to hell.

The demon has been lying low for forty years, not because he forgot the pact.

Instead, they were waiting for an opportunity to use him as the core sacrifice, to completely conquer and devour the entire Newcastle.

The energy of endless hell frantically poured into his body, causing Muller's originally withered and aged body to expand rapidly.

The ravaged body was reshaped by the flesh and blood of countless hellish monsters, brimming with terrifying, world-destroying power.

Two deformed, twisted arms suddenly tore through his flesh and stretched out from his back.

He personally tore off the last remnants of human skin from his body, completely revealing his dark, ferocious, and utterly demonized true form.

"Hextech!"

"This is true power!"

Müller laughed maniacally, his voice echoing across the surrounding area.

Hex stood amidst the ruins, making no move to stop them, merely watching indifferently as the former archdeacon fell into utter damnation.

Above Muller's head, a black dot was slowly taking shape.

Muller-Tattle had never felt so pleased.

It was even more pleasurable than receiving a full-body massage from virgins with their soft hands in a hot spring.

His body was filled with endless, violent energy, as if he had obtained an ultimate body that was neither old nor dead.

Every muscle fiber, every energy pathway within the body, exudes a grotesque beauty unique to hell.

He exhaled a breath of foul air mixed with a strong sulfur smell, his eyes filled with frantic regret.

"I'm so stupid."

"I should have accepted this gift long ago; I wasted a full forty years!" He repeatedly examined his brand-new hands.

Six fingers sprout sharp, menacing claws, and the outer skin is covered with a thick, hard keratin layer.

Between the crevices of its claws flowed scarlet blood, as red as molten lava.

This is the path he should have taken.

Hextech stared at him silently, his tone laced with undisguised sarcasm, "Finally, the last layer of hypocrisy has been torn off."

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"Müller-Tattler, to be honest, your appearance perfectly matches your true nature, a complete devil."

Muller-Tatter suddenly threw his head back and let out a sharp, piercing laugh.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

His laughter echoed twice, as if two entangled souls resided within his body.

"You should kneel down and show me reverence!"

"Fear me!"

"I have long since abandoned all human cowardice!"

He raised his hand to scratch his cheek, his sharp nails scraping across his skin and creating tiny sparks, making him look sinister and terrifying.

"Afraid of you?" Hex walked forward step by step, his expression calm and indifferent.

"Not at all."

"You've not only become uglier, you've also become completely weaker."

"Don't you know that being fashionable is what really matters!"

"Ignorant mortal!" Muller sneered. "You have no idea what true power is!"

"With my current strength, I could crush even a top-tier paladin with my bare hands!"

He clenched his fist tightly, and a ball of dark blue hellfire exploded in his palm.

The next instant, he raised his hand and swung it out fiercely!

The ghostly blue flames exploded in mid-air, transforming into a colossal wall of fire that blotted out the sky and swept towards Hextech.

The steel and cement buildings along the way were quickly melted and turned into molten iron and lava when they came into contact with the flames; the high temperature was terrifying to the extreme.

A strong smell of burnt, roasted meat quickly filled the air.

Muller-Tatter sniffed and turned to look at Ada, who was standing on the rooftop not far away, looking serious but still not having fled.

"What? You're still not running?"

"I have always despised you traitors of the United Front."

"But I can give you a way out."

He pointed to his head, a strange, amused look in his eyes.

"A voice in my head tells me that there are several important figures in hell who are particularly interested in you."

The aggressive look in her eyes made Ada feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

But she still maintained a calm smile, slowly stood up, and put the grappling hook behind her back.

"Then please give them my regards."

"However, I don't plan to go to hell anytime soon."

"What a pity, someone as rebellious as you should be joining us!" Muller laughed wildly.

Her gaze locked onto the demonized Muller, and her tone suddenly turned sharp.

"Sir Muller-Tattle, who do you think you are now?"

"Is it a person?"

"They've long lost their humanity."

"Is it a pure demon?"

"And it still retains the body of a mortal."

A moment later, she suddenly realized.

"I see."

"You are a fool who is controlled by the will of hell without even realizing it."

"In history books, people like you have a special name."

"The Fallen."

"Insolence!" Muller-Tatter spat out two scorching sparks from his nostrils, furious.

"No matter what you say, it won't change the facts!"

"I have long since surpassed the limits of the frail human body!"

"If I sacrifice the entire city of Newcastle to Lord Fort Riel, I can shed all traces of mortality and transform into a true high-ranking demon!"

He raised his hand and pointed to the thousands of buildings throughout the city, his voice transforming into invisible sound waves, like eerie beacons of curses, covering the entire city.

Whether people were hiding in their rooms, under their beds, or in their basements, everyone clearly heard his vicious pronouncements.

The entire city is being sacrificed!

This tragedy, which only exists in history, is about to befall them.

The people trembled with fear, clutching their crosses and kneeling in agony, begging God for salvation, but all their prayers could not stop Müller's almost insane actions.

The smile faded from Ada's face, and her eyes turned cold and heavy.

She knew the old Müller all too well.

He always regarded Newcastle as his country and his homeland.

His rule was harsh and cruel, and deeply oppressive, yet he also maintained order in the city.

Even the worst order is better than chaos.

Compared to other chaotic parishes, Newcastle is relatively stable. Although the lower classes are oppressed in the fourth and fifth districts, and are weighed down by a mountain that makes it impossible for them to rise up, it is still considered to have order.

Because Müller still cares about his rule here.

But now, he must personally sacrifice the city he has guarded for forty years.

The Müller of this moment is no longer the same person he once was.

The power of hell had completely distorted his will, leaving him now nothing but an empty shell called Muller, filled with chaotic remnants of hellish souls.

"Just as I thought," Ada sighed softly.

"The gifts of fate always come with a hidden price."

A deep sense of powerlessness welled up inside her.

With her strength, she couldn't possibly stop a corrupted demon that was undergoing a complete transformation and whose power far surpassed that of ordinary demons.

In recognition of the rich reward for this city-wide sacrifice, Hell was unusually generous, bestowing upon Muller terrifying power far exceeding that of the norm.

Who can save Newcastle from its fall?

Ada instinctively looked toward the center of the raging inferno.

海克斯？

He once saved Manchester, but does he really have a chance against the now completely transformed and demonized Müller?

Logically speaking, it's simply impossible.

Just as Ida was filled with despair, she suddenly remembered the ancient prophecy left by Rendrian: in 1911, heavenly fire would descend and the savior would come.

If the flames that just fell from the sky were indeed the prophesied heavenly fire—

Then the savior————

Boom!

Amidst the raging inferno, a pitch-black figure is slowly rising!

He's not dead?

"impossible!"

Muller's face contorted, and a frenzied roar that nearly ripped his eardrums erupted from his throat!

He suddenly stretched out his palm, and a cold, eerie, dark blue vertical pupil appeared in his palm. An invisible and intangible terrifying repulsive force instantly swept across the entire block!

The raging force crushed everything, and the buildings lining both sides of the street collapsed with a deafening roar.

Bricks, steel bars, and walls were all crushed into the finest dust.

The raging inferno was completely flattened and crushed, leaving not even a spark.

The entire block was instantly transformed into a desolate, dusty wasteland.

But at the end of the sea of ​​fire, there was only a huge and imposing human figure.

It was a colossal figure nearly three stories high, its body scorched by flames, its flesh charred, curled, and emitting wisps of smoke. The repulsive force field was like fine knives slicing across its body, and parts of the flesh disappeared to reveal the white bones beneath.

But he stood there, his deep, dark eyes looking down at Muller, a divine solemnity intertwined with demonic rage!

"Who are you?!" Muller roared, his demonized heart pounding wildly.

He couldn't accept what he was seeing!

One second ago, the opponent was still a mortal body of flesh and blood, but in the blink of an eye, he transformed into a giant god-demon with a burly body and a far greater oppressive force than himself!

Hextech in its giant form takes a single step!

boom!

The ground beneath his feet suddenly collapsed and cracked, and his figure, like an out-of-control high-speed steel train, charged and crushed towards Muller with overwhelming force!

With death looming, Muller was in a panic!

He frantically raised his hand to block, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Stop! Get out!"

With a roar, the flesh in the center of his entire palm tore open and burst outwards, revealing once again an eerie, dark blue vertical pupil!

A super-compressed spatial force field suddenly spread out!

The surrounding space twisted and rubbed violently, the air emitted a piercing shriek, and all the remaining buildings, rubble and ruins along the way were crushed into dust by the power of space!

This is a strategic-level capability!

But just as the force field was about to touch Hextech's body, he vanished.

It's as if it never existed!

Muller's pupils contracted sharply, and he turned his head abruptly to look back!

Hextech had already teleported behind him!

All his power was concentrated in his fist, and the terrifying force that could destroy cities and countries crashed down!

A demonic instinct ingrained in his bones drove Müller to throw a punch without hesitation!

Bang! ! !

A deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth!

The air was compressed to a vacuum, then suddenly exploded violently, creating a massive wave that swept across the neighborhood!

The cracking sound of bones breaking was sharp and piercing!

Muller's entire arm, from his fingertips, metacarpals, arm bones to his shoulder bones, was instantly blasted into a bloody mess of flesh under this absolute brute force!

The enormous, demonic body was swept away like a hurricane, tumbling wildly and uncontrollably through the air, crashing through layers of tall buildings.

Crushing the ruins, countless buildings collapsed with a deafening roar!

Finally, his broken, massive body crashed heavily against the thick stone walls of Newcastle Cathedral!

Boom!

The century-old cathedral trembled violently, spiderweb-like cracks spread rapidly across the walls, and the exquisite stained glass curtain wall shattered inch by inch, scattering everywhere!

The ancient bronze bell hanging on the rooftop, which had been hanging for a thousand years, tilted and began to vibrate violently!

Ding ding ding—!

Deep, desolate, and somber bells rang out one after another, piercing through the smoke and ruins, echoing vastly over the entire ravaged city.

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