"Justice !!!!!!————"

The grand voices were superimposed one by one, sweeping up from the vast earth, and the leisurely white snow instantly became violent and rapid in the huge roar, and rushed backwards towards the sky.

The sky and the earth are white!

In the endless snow, a soft white light figure stood quietly in front of the giant tower, his right arm raised above his head, and the muscles were bulging and knotted, like a dragon in a storm, dancing against the wind!

Montpass.

The technique spanning 30 million years is placed on the golden flowers! The candle flame born from the obsession and desire of all beings! The hope of the human race!

His current body looked dozens of years younger, and his old body, which was originally as dry as firewood, had become plump and full, and his body surface exuded a faint illusory white light.

The middle-aged Montpass was nearly three meters tall, and his strong body was shaped like an inverted "T", and circles of white ripples spread out of his body with powerful breathing, spreading into the sky.

Montpass is long dead.

In other words, "Mompass" in the true sense has never existed, he is a "carrier" extracted from a certain fallen king, a certain myth, a certain historical event, composed of willingness, in a sense omnipotent deity.

The old man is no longer the venerable saint, he is only a product of the magic, a powerful person who exists here to achieve the purpose of the caster, the executor of violence.

The light called [Justice] condensed and compressed infinitely in his palm, and at first it still exuded a terrifying power that made people palpitate, and after a while, it became smaller and smaller, and the aura gradually disappeared.

Presently.

Remaining enemies: one

Identity: The Mother of All Things, Black Swan

Yes, the itch is going to do it to the black swan.

He originally thought that the other party would not become an obstacle to him, and he would not use the back hand he had prepared.

But.. The situation has changed.

Montpass, who completed the ritual of "Snow of Salvation", did not dissipate.

The beings of this world want revenge.

Get you back!

As the embodiment of desire, Itch listens to such voices all the time.

Beings cannot be satisfied with their own salvation, and they want to destroy the world—their mother.

Against all odds.

Itch is well aware of the fickleness of human beings, but it did not expect that the autonomy of this procedure would be so high.

Obviously, he was just praying for salvation one moment, and the next second he immediately turned his face, and he did not hesitate to give up himself in order to destroy the enemy.

Even it is out of its control now.

The itchy body is still imprisoned in the [Mao Moment], and here it is only a weak possibility, unable to grasp all the variables.

Moreover..

Itch could not refuse such a request, he could not do it, and there was no need to refuse.

He can only follow his desires and will only choose the direction in which his desires are directed.

High in the air, the white light was still dressed in tattered robes, and the latter was also white, and the threads at the edges were disassembled and tangled into clumps.

In the huge palm of his hand is a sphere of white light that has shrunk to the size of an eyeball.

The old man's long black beard fluttered in the frenzied blizzard, and there seemed to be a lot of humanity in his bright eyes.

Rite?

Conspiracy?

Tool?

No.. I'm Mompass.

The old man whispered to his heart over and over again.

There is a strong-willed man in the history books who was cut off and dragged his head through the earth and died three days later.

Montpass undoubtedly has such extraordinary willpower, which is normal as a vehicle of wishes.

Now, after giving all the snow of salvation, Montpass's will is still lingering.

Turn into a knife and slay the evil of this world!

Become a knife and slay the Mother of All Things!

"Justice. . . ”

In a soft whisper, the old man leaned back vigorously, his pure and unadulterated eyes widened, staring at the giant tower in front of him, making the action of a shot put player throwing a ball.

"-Justice!!"

Push forward!

Push forward!

The powerful, inflated arm seemed to be compressing and pushing something heavy and unusual.

The sturdy body was already in a state of leaning forward at some point, and the white ball in his hand had long since disappeared.

In the air, a circle of white circles with a diameter of 10,000 meters appeared in front of Montpass, and after passing the tower, it continued to spread into the distance.

The snow had been redirected and was falling in the direction of the ball of light.

The snow of salvation is falling, and until the ritual is completed, this world is everywhere in Montpass's home turf!

He can't maintain his body for long now, but as long as he exists for a moment, he is invincible!

Who can confront the 30 million years of sorrow and aspiration of all mankind?

Common sense doesn't exist.

Even if the gods of Paradise are reluctant to block the current Montpass, they can only bring humiliation on themselves and flee in embarrassment.

Who else?

Who else??

Who else??!!!

——

- "Why is it a little noisy outside?"

- "Xiaoyi, I kind of hate this. ”

Montpass looked steadily, the snow scattered.

The strong old man's body shook subconsciously, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his lips opened slightly.

Unbelievable!

The savior of the world exudes a slight emotion similar to "fear" at this moment.

At this time, it was more of a shocked emotion tearing through his thinking, reason.

The plain female voice remembered that with her will, the white meteor that had been cast into the earth had lost its trace.

Disappear into thin air, as if it never existed.

At the same time, the frenzied wind and snow also lost its [sound], and the heavens and the earth fell into a state of silence again.

There were no confrontations, no expected collisions and explosions.

The concept of justice dissipates in a fluttering whining.

Only the elderly who are the parties concerned can understand what kind of situation this is, and then sincerely feel trembling about it.

When facing a weak transcendent, sometimes it only takes a thought to change the material form of the other party, fundamentally destroying all resistance, which is a huge gap from the existential level, the reason for the existence of the two, the unequal quality and thickness of life, which leads to this exaggerated effect.

A phenomenon called [Suppression] is a phenomenon in which the high-level conceptual body shows absolute control over the low-level existence, covering and smearing at will, turning the finger deer into a horse into reality.

But it can't be!

I am.. Candle!

The source of all beings, the source of desire!

This kind of thing. This kind of thing ...

"How could such a thing happen!!"

In the distance, a figure in a black and white striped shirt stood alone in the wind and snow, and the puppet's head constantly made a "click" sound.

"What are you kidding? How is this possible? ”

"There is no such way—"

——

The itchy sound is stuck in the throat.

At some point, a black spear pierced through the back of Mompass's head.

Sharp easily tore through the white film of light, stabbing out from the middle of the little giant's chest.

"Ho ho . ”

Blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

In an instant, the black-red light eroded most of the white light's body.

The black spear slashed a brutal arc to the left, easily tearing apart the last of Montpass's body, slicing through a massive wound of nearly two meters.

Montpass's body was cut in half.