Surtrochi at the End of Kandria: Abandoning His Duty to Protect, He Voluntarily Devours the Abyss of the Void and Becomes a Monster!

At this moment, all worlds fell silent.

Everyone was shocked by the bloody and insane scene.

What they witnessed was no longer the fall of a knight.

Instead, it was the birth of a madman!

The outcome of the battle was a foregone conclusion.

He killed several times more monsters than before, but eventually collapsed from exhaustion.

But he didn't die.

When Kandria's reinforcements arrived, all they saw was a man lying in a pool of blood amidst a mountain of corpses, still chuckling softly.

The scene changes.

Surtrochi reappeared.

His left arm and right leg were fitted with grotesque and ugly mechanical prosthetics.

It was the most primitive and brutal alchemical creation of Kandria, full of rivets and gears, gleaming with an ominous metallic luster.

He did not choose a more aesthetically pleasing or sophisticated prosthesis.

Because this crude creation can bring him the most direct pain and the clearest sense of "being alive".

He refused all honors and compensation.

They volunteered to go to the front lines against the Abyss.

It wasn't for protection, nor for revenge.

It was for... battle.

In order to find a more powerful enemy, to experience more extreme fear, and to verify his "Fear Evolution Theory"!

His figure began to flash rapidly within the Light Screen.

At the edge of the Abyss rift, he fought against a monster as large as a mountain.

In the contaminated ruins, he fought against thousands single-handedly, causing chaos and devastation.

In every battle, he was covered in wounds and on the verge of death.

With each life he survived, he grew stronger, and the madness in his eyes intensified.

He abandoned all defensive techniques and gambled everything on offense.

His prosthetic limbs were destroyed time and again in battle, only to be replaced with more ferocious and powerful models each time.

His armor had long since disappeared, replaced by numerous wounds and twisted muscles.

He transformed from a knight into a pure warrior.

A monster born for battle.

His name began to circulate on the front lines of the Abyss.

The soldiers feared him, and so did the monsters.

He is death and madness itself, walking on the battlefield.

Finally, the image freezes.

It was on a hill formed by the piles of countless Abyssal Monster corpses.

Surtrochi stood at the top.

He was shirtless, his grotesque mechanical prosthetics gleaming eerily in the darkness, his remaining flesh and blood covered with a mix of old and new wounds.

He tilted his head back and opened his arms, as if embracing the sky shrouded in Abyss.

He didn't speak, but his posture and expression spoke volumes.

It was an unparalleled satisfaction, the ecstasy of reaching the pinnacle of evolution.

He was no longer a knight; he was the war of Kandria itself.

Its madness shocked all realms.

These two lines, like a final verdict, are imprinted deep within everyone's soul.

Tang San's fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.

On Huo Yuhao's forehead, the Eye of Destiny opened uncontrollably, as if trying to see through the essence behind this madness.

Lie Yan nestled in Ji Dong's arms, feeling his heartbeat quicken slightly due to shock.

A'Dai Mandun, the former God of Death, also revealed a complex emotion in his eyes. He had seen countless dead souls, but he had never seen such a... madman who longed to "live".

The whole world seemed to be infected by this extreme madness, falling into a repressive silence.

Just then, the frozen image on the Light Screen began to flicker slightly.

Beneath Surtrochi's ecstatic figure, a new line of small characters began to slowly emerge, one character at a time.

On the Light Screen, before the previous commotion and shock had completely subsided, the scene shifted.

It was a country engulfed in flames.

The magnificent white stone buildings are collapsing, the exquisite alchemical creations are wailing, and the sky is torn open with scarlet rifts from which countless deformed monsters pour forth, bringing pure destruction and Curse.

The apocalyptic scene made the hearts of the powerful figures in the Douluo World clench.

"This is... the destruction of a world?" Xue Ye's face turned pale. He couldn't imagine what a tragic scene it would be if the Heaven Dou Empire were to suffer such a catastrophe.

Marshal Dai Hao clenched his fists, his eyes extremely grave. As a soldier, what he saw was not merely a disaster, but a complete and utter defeat with no power to resist.

This level of disaster is beyond human control.

In the scene, countless people are wailing, fleeing, and fighting to the death against the monster.

However, one figure went against the flow of people, heading towards the center of the disaster.

He was dressed in the standard knight's armor of Kandria, his steps steady, each one seemingly striking the very heart of everyone present.

"What is he going to do? Go and confront the source of the calamity?" Bei Bei couldn't help but ask, a hint of admiration in her eyes.

"He's a hero!" He Caitou said in a deep voice.

Tang Ya clenched her fists. In that figure, she seemed to see herself alone, supporting the Tang Sect, and a sense of tragic grandeur welled up within her.

However, Light Screen happened next completely overturned their understanding.

[During the Cataclysm of Kandria, facing the destruction of his homeland...]

A cold, narration began.

Surtrochi made his choice.

The man walked to the rift where the Abyss Power was most concentrated. The purplish-black energy writhed like a living thing, and even through the Light Screen, Huo Yuhao felt a shiver run from the depths of his soul.

His Spiritual Eye stung, as if they were being burned by that ominous aura.

"This power... is so evil, so chaotic!" The evil attributes within Zhou Weiqing's body stirred up like never before, with both greedy desires and instinctive fear.

The man, Surtrochi, slowly opened his arms.

He did not resist.

There was no purification.

There was no seal.

[He actively absorbed the Abyss Power originating from "Void".]

Boom!

In an instant, everyone felt as if their brains had been hit hard by a hammer.

"What?!"

"Has he gone mad?!"

"Actively absorb it? Isn't that just courting death?"

Exclamations of surprise rose and fell.

Tang San activated his Purple Demon Eye to its fullest extent, staring intently at the figure in the scene that was instantly engulfed by purplish-black energy.

The essence of that power was far more terrifying than the Abyss Plane he had once faced. The Abyss Plane was a corrupting force of greed, while this power was pure assimilation and nothingness!

Any matter, any spirit, has only one fate before it—to become a part of it.

"No...no..." Tang San muttered to himself, his brows furrowed. "He wasn't devoured!"

Within the Light Screen, the humanoid silhouette enveloped in purplish-black energy not only failed to dissipate but instead unleashed an indescribable, terrifying will.

What kind of will was that?

It wasn't about survival, anger, or protection.

Rather, it is a... monstrous, pure "self"!

It was as if it were declaring to the Abyss Power: You may enter my body, but you must submit to me!