Looking at the figure that slowly appeared not far away.

The driver of the chariot subconsciously felt that he was dazzled.

After blinking, he looked there again.

Only then did it be determined that the figure whose temperament was incompatible with the costume and the battlefield was really standing in the center of the battlefield.

The expression is calm, neither happy nor angry.

Clothing is clean and tidy.

It looks very calm.

Faced with this bizarre situation.

After hesitating for a few seconds, the driver was overwhelmed and chose to continue accelerating.

No matter what the origin of the other party is, the chariot he is driving is in the middle of the battlefield.

If you don't move, you're no different from a target!

When the time comes, grenades, rockets, and the like will surely swarm in.

Therefore, the friend of the dead road is not the poor road, no matter who he is, it is the best choice to run over all the way!

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Step on the soft ground and feel the imprint of your previous stay in this place.

Orga paid no attention to the thoughts of the chariot driver, nor did he pay attention to the gunfire and bullets flying around him.

He only felt that his heart suddenly had a little more complicated feelings.

Under the influence of this feeling, the various movements around suddenly became a little annoying.

"Quiet. ”

With Orgar's words, the innate ability [Self-Will - Reality Bending] began to be activated.

Everything within a radius of tens of kilometers is automatically corrected.

Soldiers, weapons of war, the summoned demon, even the insects, birds, air currents around you......

Everything that makes a noise is forcibly removed and erased.

Only this piece of land remains, which is still intact.

Then.

The clouds in the sky became extremely gloomy in an instant.

Countless thunderbolts intertwined in the sky like an impenetrable giant net.

In the midst of that, the plane consciousness is revealing a state of extreme anger.

In this case, layers of dimensional repulsion were constantly exerted on Orga's body, trying to squeeze it out.

It can be said that Orga, who was forced in, had no restraint in his behavior, which undoubtedly annoyed the plane consciousness that only had basic instincts.

Look at the thunderclouds in the sky, and the meteor swarm that is coming quickly in the distance.

Olga didn't make any moves, and countless light chakras automatically manifested behind him, forcibly canceling out those repulsive forces.

He frowned a little impatiently:

"You're also a waste...... Yield to me......"

With the words, invisible power poured out of his body.

[Self-Will - Distorting Reality], this innate ability is activated again.

The surging energy and will were as violent as a supernova explosion.

Even...... Far from it!

It's irrepressible!

In just a few moments, it will take over the entire planet!

Then, it quickly spreads to the periphery.

It's spreading light years away!

It was not until all the areas of this lower plane were occupied that it stopped.

Today.

Orga is already stronger than all the beings of this plane combined.

The next moment, with his thoughts.

Dimensional consciousness is forcibly erased.

And the history of this plane was forcibly eliminated by him.

They were transformed into a book and presented in the hands of Olga.

【Book of Acacia】

This is a record of the plane.

From the secrets of the birth of all things in ancient times, to all the knowledge that has appeared in the world, it is recorded in detail.

However, for those things, the current Orgar does not care.

All he cares about at the moment is a little bit of the past.

As the book turns to a certain page.

record, start a quick regression.

It's as if time is really going backwards.

The mountains and seas change, and the stars change.

Everything jumps back thousands of years.

And the place where Orga stood changed from an empty plain to a beautifully decorated study.

It was one of his favorite places to stay.

Not far away.

At that time, he was sitting on the main seat of the room, looking at the books in his hands seriously.

Learning has always been one of the things he pays the most attention to.

It's like he's just a transparent person.

His presence did not attract the attention of the other party.

Touching the wooden chair in the corner of the wall, feeling the familiar texture, Olga sat down calmly.

Quietly look at everything around you.

It didn't take long.

A familiar figure walked in.

Trina.

The moment he saw the other party, Olga's mood fluctuated a little.

But he didn't make any moves.

It's all there.

It's just a reproduction of the past, not a real time regression.

The difference between the two is like copy-and-paste and regression.

Moreover, even if he did go back in time, he would not try to change anything.

That kind of thing is just cowardly self-comfort.

That's it.

Olga sat on a wooden chair, calmly watching everything replay itself in front of her, as calm as if she were watching a documentary.

When 'self' was expelled from the plane consciousness due to wreak havoc.

He slowly got up from his seat.

Take a closer look at the burning capital of the Duchy of Marton.

In the light of the blood-colored fire.

Olga thought about it carefully.

In a tone of sudden realization, he said thoughtfully to himself:

"Sure enough.

At that time, I was really angry.

As for me now......

Well......

I should be a little angry!"

As a demon.

Olga's temper has always been of the very good or weird type to some extent.

The mood is basically at the average line.

In this life, there has been almost no great anger, and almost no great joy.

It's not like most of the Abyss Demons are emotionally extreme, and they are on the verge of losing control at any time.

As for acts like murder, arson, and fighting?

In his eyes, it's just a sparse daily behavior.

It's barely a hobby or a profession, and there's no big deal about it.

Even after being killed thousands of times by Pennywise, he never got angry.

After all, both killing and being killed, he felt normal.

But now.

Olga's mentality is a little out of balance.

The mood becomes quite bad, too!

Anger slowly fills my heart!

Eventually, as the rage grew, it became more and more intense, and it became more and more violent!

The structure of this plane began to change slowly.

The laws of physics are modified.

The various physical structures that are supposed to complement each other gradually become mutually exclusive.

It's like a fragile sandcastle that has been pushed.

The planet began to disintegrate, turning into countless dust fragments. The stars began to go out, and the plasma inside froze little by little. The gravitational structure of the universe began to crumble, and the front, back, up, down, left, and right began to be randomly reversed!

It was like a tiny candle flame, and the stars shattered and extinguished in Olga's eyes.

The space is like fragile glass.

Little by little, it shattered, leaving only more and more void cracks.

The storm of time and space is reverberating in the plane!

And the living beings that inhabit it, regardless of their strength, all entered death at the same time!

Even in the starry sky, those races that have already spawned interstellar civilizations are just ants attached to the existing rules!

With the death of the plane.

They can only follow suit!

I don't know how long it took.

The energy and matter of the entire plane turned into a tiny point of light, floating silently on Orgar's fingertips.

And then.

was snuffed out by him!

Done with the move.

His form slowly vanished.