I, the Lord of the Fifth Heavenly Throne, flow out of all things!

In order to regain his lost Supreme Death, he will hold on to this abominable life of his and fight forever, and keep fighting until it is completely over.

"Well said, but do you know there is a word called no beginning and no end?"

Duan Mulian had a calm but not frivolous smile on his face. He clapped his hands gently as if to encourage Makina, but he said with a mocking smile: "After coming to this magic city, I have come across a lot of interesting information, activities, formation, creation, and outflow. This is our level. This magic city can be said to be the ultimate creation. What do you think the magic city will look like after it advances again?"

"..."

Makina remained silent like a living dead, or perhaps he guessed what Duanmulian wanted to say.

"I can see that you really want to die. I hope that when you achieve your wish, you won't be awakened again. Ah... maybe by then you will lose your memory and won't remember that you have died and resurrected."

Duanmulian spoke very empty words in a very kind and blessing tone.

Although there was no intention of sarcasm or ridicule, it made Makina clench his fists subconsciously, and his heart, which had been as silent as a death, began to ripple.

He couldn't help but start to think wildly.

He was resurrected in the Golden Demon Castle and became the undead being he is today.

But in the past and in the future, will he really not die and be resurrected again and again?

Once Heydrich is out, his hellish principles will only be stronger and more ferocious than they are now. By then...

"Uh--"

Makina gritted his teeth and forced himself to stop his wandering thoughts. Then he glanced at Duanmulian beside him with a slightly vigilant look.

This man was very similar to that annoying Melkrius in some ways.

It was just a few words, but those words were like snake venom that corroded the soul and even the heart.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm just telling you the truth. The fact that you feel disgusted just means that I'm right."

Duan Mulian shrugged her shoulders and said nonchalantly.

The characteristics between him and Makina are extremely similar, to the point of being a bit unpleasant.

Form is emptiness, emptiness is form; two people interpreted the meaning of this sentence from different perspectives.

Because Machina is the end of the quest, his power is the story that contains history, a deus ex machina that drags it to the end.

This person desires that "death is the unique ending", and he materializes this desire and turns himself into a block of death, which is the creation of Makina.

The so-called Deus Ex Machina is a narrative technique used in ancient Greek drama. When the plot becomes complicated and confusing, a god with absolute coercive power suddenly appears, kills the characters, and forces the story to end.

This method is often used in tragedies, and Euripides is well known for his love of using it.

However, the structure of a story should be derived from inevitable cause and effect, and should not be forcibly ended by force majeure that comes out of nowhere. Therefore, it has been criticized as early as the ancient Greek era.

Once Makina's power is used, no matter whether the object is material or non-material, a living being, a rock, a shadow or a pure concept, as long as it touches it, it will give an irresistible "final blow", "closing blow", "unique death".

After this blow, as long as the two concepts of "birth" and "passage of time" are met, all things in the universe will be unable to escape the fate of ending.

Everything in the world has a birth and must have an end.

Makina had no hesitation about creating nothingness.

Duanmu Lian had no hesitation in turning into nothingness what she did not pursue.

All things in the universe will be reduced to ashes under his creation. Since they are born from nothing, they will naturally return to nothingness.

"……arrive."

Before arriving at the door, Makina took a deep breath and ignored Duanmulian beside him.

Talking to this nihilistic person was like denying the entire meaning of oneself, including one's own death.

Although he hated it, Makina had to admit that Duanmulian had a point.

Click——click——

Along with the sound of the gate moving, the gate leading to the Golden Demon City Hall slowly opened.

Everything that comes into view is still dazzling and magnificent.

But all the golden brilliance was overshadowed by the golden darkness that sat on the throne before them.

The man in front of Duanmulian was as dazzling as a black sun, and he exuded the power to swallow up the world, and also had a feeling of being so huge that it was suffocating.

It felt like a mass as huge as a celestial body was forcibly stuffed into a container the size of a human body, disguising itself as a monster in human form.

The Golden Beast, Reinhard Heydrich.

Such a formal meeting was an unprecedented first for Duanmulian.

"Ah, welcome, Kaneis. I am very pleased to see you."

Reinhardt, sitting on the throne with his handsome profile, looked down at Duan Mulian, his elegant tone full of smiles.

Because of this meeting with Duanmulian, he did not feel any sense of déjà vu, as if the meeting was happening for the first time.

Reinhardt had been looking forward to this situation for a long time, and even his own feelings were almost worn out to some extent.

"I don't think there's anything happy about falling into hell after death and meeting the Lord of Hell again."

Duan Mulian walked past Makina without hesitation, facing Reinhardt's gaze, looked at the golden beast sitting on the throne with a complicated look, and then said some very bad words:

"You're practically a corpse on a throne."

"Hmm, what a fresh compliment. I think you and I are the same kind of people."

Listening to Duanmulian's extremely nasty and outrageous words, Reinhardt smiled happily because he did not feel any sense of déjà vu.

At the same time, Duan Mulian is right.

He committed acts of destruction in the name of love, and now he sits here doing nothing. Isn't he no different from a corpse?

The living dead. In this golden hall, Reinhardt, Makina, and Duanmulian can all be called the living dead.

"It's not the same, just similar."

Duan Mulian naturally knew what Reinhardt was hinting at. He took a deep breath, looked at the man in front of him, and said in a deep voice:

"I am here now, but I am no longer alive. Life does not belong to me, and death does not belong to me either. Where exactly is this hell leading to?"

In the eyes of Makina, who was not far behind him, Duanmulian was like a new guest.

Although he is a newcomer, he adapts to the current situation quickly.

No, maybe it’s not that I adapt quickly, but that I don’t care at all?

What Duanmulian meant by this was that he didn't mind staying here, he just wanted to know where this hell would go in the future.

"In the past, I have always been trying, and I am still trying now. How can I make a move in an instant to make myself feel where I am?"

Reinhardt had a relaxed smile on his face, and his golden eyes were filled with a 'loving' smile. He stared at the empty hell that denied everything in front of him, as if he was talking to his past self about how he had behaved. He said:

"In the end, it's impossible to do it no matter what. I am also looking for a way to survive and a meaning, but I can't find it in the world of common sense."

"So you plan to create it yourself?"

Duan Mulian's eyes flashed and she continued.

"Of course!"

Reinhardt put down the hand that was supporting his face, a look of reminiscence appeared on his face, and finally he couldn't help laughing.

"Someone has said before that I was born in the wrong world, or that I shouldn't have been born in this world. Since I can't return to the world I'm supposed to exist in, I can only create one for myself."

No matter what position he reached, no matter how much honor and glory he received, Reinhardt was never satisfied.

what is this?

It was as if the young boy was intoxicated with the delusion that he was omnipotent.

"Indeed, large creatures like whales or megalodon sharks cannot be stuffed into a fish tank."

Duanmu Lian nodded in understanding of Reinhardt's words.

The examples he gave as comparisons also made Reinhardt feel interesting.

The person in front of him can understand him quickly because there is both compatibility and repulsion between him and all things in the world.

Because as long as he can understand and analyze others, his nihilism will be more likely to erode and disintegrate others.

This is his characteristic.

After the Void Hell was born in his own Golden Demon Castle, Reinhardt understood.

As a general of the Third Reich, he possessed insight far beyond that of ordinary people, otherwise he would not have been able to assign tasks to his subordinates.

Heydrich, who knows how to use people, naturally also knows how to analyze others.

That's why he said that Duanmu Lian was similar to himself.

Neither he nor he wants to live like a walking corpse, so they have to find their own way of survival and the meaning of existence.

The only difference is that Reinhardt believes that he is on the path to the meaning of life.

And Duanmulian is constantly searching.

But wouldn't his tyranny that makes everything meaningless and nihilistic wipe out the things he wants in advance?

It takes time to realize what you are pursuing and the meaning of your existence, right?

But the tyranny born from such desire also eliminated that time.

Ah, how foolish, how heartless, how sad?

And how... endearing.

"You have no right to pity me, Sir Heydrich."

Catching Reinhardt's changing look, Duan Mulian snorted lightly, and then said in an impolite tone:

"No one is equal to you. You are just destroying things. The future you see is only destruction, and the things you look for are only things you haven't destroyed yet. You pay too much attention to death, so you lack the value of living. There is a saying that should not be said by someone like me, that is - don't defile living things. You are underestimating the importance of life!"

Because both of them have a sense of emptiness in their past and present, they can understand and see through each other.

As Duan Mulian spoke, she raised her foot and stomped on the ground.

The lowest limit of Wuhuan Heavenly Prison was released, and the golden floor beneath his feet turned into a group of undead war slaves roaring and screaming there.

"The world you desire is nothing but emptiness, like a burning candle. The golden sky is too high, and your light is too dazzling. The light of destruction lasts forever. Even if new light is produced, it will be swallowed up by the existing light. There are no wild flowers blooming in the wilderness... In a world of constant war, there is absolutely no unknown. You will still be just a walking corpse!"

The sharp yet cold words echoed throughout the entire golden hall.

Even Makina, who remained silent, couldn't help but agree with what Duanmulian said in his heart.

Heydrich, who has fallen into the evil path, no longer has any sense of human conduct.

Duanmulian's words can be said to have directly exposed Heydrich's huge flaw as a self-destruction factor.

If Reinhard was not bound by the life and death of the mercury snake, he would take the throne.

Everything that happened afterwards would definitely not satisfy Reinhardt.

why?

Just as Duan Mulian said, this man is too dazzling, and there is no room for other brilliance, so he has to "eat" it all.

After Reinhard took the throne, in a world of constant war, since death had no meaning of ending, then survival naturally had no meaning either.

All the domineering gods can produce souls after rendering the entire world.

But the golden beast is like a eunuch in this respect, with extremely poor productivity.

why?

Because once a new soul is born, it will be immediately devoured by him.

No matter how much it proliferates, it cannot conceal the huge defect that it can only devour but not produce.

"—"

At this moment, Reinhardt suddenly understood the reason for the never-satisfied hunger in his heart.

He did not feel any regret or anything like that, but because of Duanmulian's words, he figured out a lot of things.

The world he longs for cannot satisfy him, or it can be said that he is an existence that cannot be satisfied.

Constantly devouring, constantly fighting, he is the Shura God who keeps fighting at the end of the cliff.

Because we are not satisfied, we have to pursue something, but we will always be in a state of half-hungry and half-full, and will never be satisfied.

Because once he is satisfied, that is the moment he withers!

Click——click——