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Chapter 1245 The All-Devouring Darkness

For DIO, it would have been possible to avoid revealing his name at that moment if he had been more careful beforehand.

But even so, he still did it.

Why is that?

Strategy?

No, that's not the case. At that time, DIO simply ignored Nitocris! He even forgot that there was such a Servant standing there!

Compared to his overwhelming darkness, Nitocris was merely a tiny, insignificant glimmer of light!

but--

“Very well, since you’ve seen through my true identity, DIO, there’s no need to hide it anymore.” DIO’s voice came from within the Father of Terror: “Then… how about pledging allegiance to me once again? This time, pledge allegiance to me, DIO, and not Ottomandis!”

"I refuse!" Nitocris conjured a staff and pointed it at the terrifying father: "Though I am still immature, I am still a pharaoh! How could I possibly pledge allegiance to a despicable creature like you! Don't even dream about it—"

"What a pity, what a real pity." The Father of Terror shook his enormous head. "You are a valuable talent. It would be such a waste to kill you like this. I'll give you one last chance, really... Won't you kneel down and swear allegiance to me, DIO? Is there anything that makes you uneasy about submitting to me? You always felt safe and secure in the Grand Temple, didn't you..."

“No, quite the opposite.” Nitocris refused decisively, without even a second's hesitation: “At that time, all I felt was the guilt and unease of being swallowed by darkness, a deep unease. After leaving, I actually felt much better, and now—now, as I am about to fight you—I can truly feel a sense of peace within me. This is the right thing to do! Defeat you, conquer you, and take that Pharaoh's body back from your hands. Only by doing this can I find peace—”

"I swear in the name of Nitocris! I will surely defeat you—"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

Just then, accompanied by flashes of lightning in the sky, the red-haired giant driving the Divine Wheel appeared, laughing loudly: "Well done! What a brilliant speech—it's truly exhilarating!"

"Tsk...People from Chaldea?"

The next moment, the Father of Terror was enveloped in purple light once again and disappeared from there.

They returned to the great temple.

However, he left some words before leaving.

"Since that's the case, then die! All of you, die here!"

Arrived.

The Lion King and the Knights of the Round Table—these are the ones they'll deal with next.

That is...

Nitocris stared in surprise at the group that suddenly landed in front of her: "There's the aura of a pharaoh!"

"Oh? Pharaoh? You mean me?" Iskandar, the Conqueror, pointed to himself and said, "I see, I see... But that's not important, the enemy is coming!"

It's not the same terrifying father from before, but a real enemy is coming.

......

Inside the Great Temple of the Pyramid.

With a burst of purple light, the Father of Terror returned to the temple, turning into sand and dissipating into the surroundings.

DIO, seated on his throne, opened his eyes: "Haha... What a pity, they actually rejected me, DIO..."

After saying that, DIO fell silent.

Silence filled the temple for a long time, except for... DIO's lips curled into an increasingly wide, almost tearing smile: "Haha... Haha ...

"That's right—all of this has absolutely nothing to do with Osmandis. It was DIO who made all of this possible!"

"So!"

A golden cup appeared in DIO's hand.

Holy Grail

"Hmph, neither this Holy Grail nor this temple suits my taste at all. My temple and my Holy Grail should be something darker, not this dazzling gold!"

hum-

In the midst of conversation.

The golden Holy Grail turned black at a visible speed.

In just a few seconds, the Holy Grail turned completely black. The magic within it gurgled and bubbled like boiling water or lava.

Furthermore, the Holy Grail is also turning black.

Black mud.

The magic at this moment can perhaps only be described in this way.

The amount of black mud is increasing.

Infinite, endless—

"Ah...DIO...Lord DIO—"

At this moment, all the humans in this singularity began to wail.

A crimson light emanated from his body, and he aged rapidly, as if he had been subjected to a 'heroic sacrifice' by a substitute, his skin losing all its luster—

Blood was drawn from the body, and the life force transformed into pure magic that began to gather. It then began to teleport towards the Great Temple along the fleshy bud on the top of the head!

Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions—

Without exception.

All life within this singularity was extracted and poured into the Holy Grail.

The spiritual veins had already gathered at the Great Temple, and now they were rushing towards the Great Temple and the location of the Holy Grail like a madman!

The carrier possesses not only magic but also a 'soul'.

This singularity contains the souls of all dead beings!

"Awooooooo——————"

A torrent of souls, a torrent of magic—

Endless black mud surged from the great temple, spreading outwards and quickly engulfing everything in its path.

"Hahahahahahahahaha——————"

Laughter, wild laughter.

DIO's laughter echoed throughout the entire singularity.

Whether it's Osmandis, located in the Atlas Temple, or the First Hassan, located in the temple.

Everyone heard the sound and looked up.

The sun has disappeared.

"After I came into this world and merged with Ottomandis, I existed as his dark side," DIO said, his laughter fading as he looked at the world before him.

Endless black mud has stained the great temple black and formed an ocean around it.

The black ocean.

"He is the radiance of the sun—!"

"And I, DIO...I am the darkness that devours everything!"

"The evil emperor who reigns supreme over all!"

Chapter 1246 The Dark Sun

The sun appeared in the sky.

Even the halo formed by the convergence of countless rays of light disappeared.

Only the sun remained in the sky, a pitch-black sun, a sun that devoured everything—

That is...

Located in what had become a black temple, Gawain paid no attention to the black mud at his feet that had swallowed up to his knees, or rather, there was no need for him to care.

But at this moment—

The light of the holy sword in his hand is fading!

No, it's devouring!

This scene awakened his dormant memory—of the lowly King Voodoo.

The black dragon that ravaged Britain devoured the light of the holy sword in his hand, rendering him unable to retaliate at that time. It even devoured the brilliance of the holy sword in King Arthur's hand.

By the way...

How did they defeat that black dragon back then?

My memories have become hazy.

But what he did know was that the darkness before him was several times stronger than anything he had ever encountered before.

It wasn't just the light of the holy sword in his hand that was being devoured.

And—the light of the entire world!

You can see countless threads in the sky; those are light, light converging.

Unlike King Arthur's treasures, this light... is being swallowed up!

Every bit of the world that is swallowed grows darker. At the current rate, in just a few days, the entire world will be covered by endless darkness.

but...

There must have been no life in this singularity before that.

Because the black mud moves faster.

All the devoured light will transform into magic and appear in the Holy Grail. The black mud containing malice will spread outwards, devouring everything as if it wants to submerge everything.

No, it's not just "seems," it's exactly like that.