บท 505: This Is Called Punching The Geracomium

Speaking about dreams, Wang Lu could not help but think about the most magnificent dream he had ever seen in his entire life, the new demon world, which bore the wishes of the millions of creatures… As well as that mountain of corpses that towered straight into the clouds. Within it, there was a secret chamber where a person that should be there was actually not there.

If it was him, then everything would be connected… No, it should be said that, according to the time, it could only be him.

The new demon world was born two thousand years ago. At that time, the demon king who should have been guarding in the middle of the mountain of corpses slipped away. Similarly, two thousand years ago, Fenrir was attacked by a powerful opponent and was suppressed here. How could people not associate the two?