The headquarters of the Dimensional Domain Ten Thousand Worlds Tribunal

Hegel knelt silently in the lobby of the central area of the Court of Worlds, and around him, there were countless heavenly lights.

It is a church-like place, and the only peculiar thing is that there is no deity dedicated to this church, and the surrounding walls are empty, smooth and clean, without any reliefs or inscriptions.

The floors here are clean and clean, as if someone was deliberately wiping them down all the time.

Hegel was dressed in a pitch-black cotton robe with elaborate ornamentation, a dark red pen pinned to his chest, and a pair of round-framed gold-rimmed eyes on his face, which looked very literate.

It's just that in this empty church, I don't know what he is worshipping.

However, as he worshipped, beautiful and delicate runes gradually emerged in the light of the sky projected around him.

These runes are like living beings, shuttling between the pillars of light composed of skylight, back and forth, and they look very lively.

Hegel slowly raised his hand, and on his palm, I don't know when, it was already covered with a thin black line, and as his palm was raised, these thin lines flew out one after another, rolling towards the runes in mid-air.

The thin lines were wrapped around one rune after another, but some of the runes seemed to be conscious and more sensitive, and they dodged directly, and some of the runes lit up with a thin protective cover on the surface, which bounced the thin lines away, but the black lines launched from Hegel's hands still managed to capture most of the runes.

These runes were pulled and wrapped by thin black lines, sinking deeper and deeper, and finally gradually turned into black runes under the interference of thin lines.

Hegel muttered in his mouth: "Capture the dimensional space root consciousness, six hundred and fifty-seven, three hundred and five misses, the result is within the expected range, and the space-time sea strategy counter-plan can be executed!" ”

After he said this, he stood up from the floor of the church, and then suddenly opened his arms, and suddenly, endless black silk threads were projected from his body, and Hegel completely turned into a monster made of black silk threads!

And at the same time, in the sea of time and space.

Countless dimensional spaces that were functioning normally suddenly let out violent tremors, and the contractors living in the dimensional space stood up uneasily.

However, as soon as they stood up, they were grabbed by the black silk thread that suddenly poked out of the surrounding walls, and then quickly wrapped up, even some fourth-order contractors, after encountering the sneak attack of the black silk thread, also lost the ability to resist in an instant, and were firmly bound by the black silk thread.

"What is this?"

Some of the stronger contractors reacted quickly at the first time, dodged the shackles of the black line, and came to an open place in the space, looking at the pitch-black thin lines emerging in all directions with some horror.

However, they soon discover something even more terrifying.

The contractors who were bound by the black thread slowly struggled in the black thread for a while, and then they did not move anymore, as if they were dead, and then the black thread that wrapped them gradually dissolved, and the bound people walked out of the black thread intact.

The only difference is that their bodies are connected with black lines, which are all leaking through the walls of the space.

The contractors linked by the black line staggered around like the walking dead, and their direction was clear, that is, to those who were not yet bothered by the black line.

"Boom"

A few awake contractors immediately launched an attack on the black lines, but even if they broke some of them, they couldn't stop more from poking out of the walls.

They began to try to attack those who seemed to have been manipulated by the black line, but were surprised to find that their attacks were all bounced away by the standard protection of the space, which was originally used to protect the contractor from harm in the space, but now it has become an umbrella for the abuse.

The awake contractors glanced at each other and immediately rushed towards the space train station, which was the only exit in the entire space, and they needed to pass through this exit to leave this strange space as soon as possible.

Soon, the contractors who fought and retreated came to the space train station of their own space, and they got on the space train as they wished, pointing their destinations to various areas of the space-time sea.

However, at the moment when the space train departed, the entire train instantly turned into endless black silk threads.

The contractors in the middle of the train are desperate to find that this is just the biggest trap of all.

All this was done quietly, and it didn't even cause too much ripple to the outside world.

After a short while, the entire dimensional space returned to its original appearance, and those contractors whose bodies were covered with black lines began to talk and walk with calm expressions, and all the black lines on their bodies had already receded, all of which seemed to be forgotten by everyone.

The interaction between the dimensional space and the outside world was only a short pause.

This is a very common thing for the dimensional space where time and space fluctuations often occur.

This little episode happened silently, and all the clues about the matter, all the cause and effect, were blinded by some mysterious layer, and even if some soothsayers had the heart to calculate, they would find it all hazy and impossible to see.

This scene happened to happen on the eve of the start of the plot call.

Just a moment later, the teleportation pillars of light fell in the dimensional space one by one, sending the contractors to the mysterious plot world.

Doomsday Space: Doomsday Prison

A pitch-black, emaciated humanoid creature was prostrate on the ground, wiping the filthy floor in its most humble posture.

His dark and emaciated back, covered with dense and shocking whip marks, his body was rickety, his face was covered with dirt and a greasy beard that had not been washed for an unknown amount of time, and he looked like an old man.

However, from the eyes of this old man, you can see a brilliance that has never been extinguished.

He only shuddered as the harsh lash landed on his back, and then went on wiping the floor without a scream, without a complaint.

He seemed to be waiting for something, expecting something.

"Hehe, Ghost King! Thinking that you were a fourth-order boss who was high up in the sky and called for wind and rain, but now you are crawling here like a dog eating, isn't it very cool! ”

The overseer whipped the old man and verbally humiliated.

"Doesn't look like you're very capable! Look at you fourth-order contractors who are so proud that you are dying of pride, taking off your skin, you are not the same as lowly slaves, hahahaha! You deserve to collude with the country of chaos! I'll see how long you can last! I see who can come and get you out! ”

The overseer laughed wildly and rained down on the old man's back, who was so beaten that he could not stand up, and could only lie on the ground weakly, gritting his teeth and panting, enduring intense pain, and his eyes were full of unwilling fire.

"Bang dang!"

A loud bang came from not far away.

It was the sound of the cell door being opened, only this time, the door was opened a little roughly, and the steel door panel flew straight in, and exploded into powder along with the wall of the opposite door.

The Overseer's whip froze in mid-air as an invisible power came from the prison door.

This kind of power, like the deepest nightmare in a person's heart, makes people involuntarily produce boundless fear when they see it, like a person who is about to drown in the endless sea, and there is nothing but despair around him.

"Snap"

The whip in the overseer's hand fell straight to the ground.

From the door of the prison, stepped into a foot.

The old man on the ground looked at the foot with a dying breath, and the divine light in his eyes suddenly rekindled.

With his throat, which had been burned by torture, he uttered incoherent words in an attempt to say something.

A warm force surged from under his body, lifting his body from the ground, and the heavy wounds on his body were also recovered little by little under the nourishment of this force, and his throat was healed and he was able to speak.

Just suddenly, a man with a full-coverage armor on his face had appeared in front of the old man.

With the palm of his hand, he gently held up the old man's fragile body.

"Ghost, you're suffering!"

The ghost king looked at the strange armor in front of him, feeling the familiar divine power and the voice engraved in his heart, his eyes wanted to cry, but he couldn't shed tears.

"God, big brother! You, you're finally back! Wow - Mekata, he's dead! ”

The Ghost King slammed into the steel armor of the Heavenly Tilt, and his body twitched violently.

Tiantian brushed the bony and devastated back of the ghost king with cold armor gloves, and said calmly: "It's okay, it's okay, it's all over, now there is me, it's okay, at least you're still there, you still insist on waiting for me here!" Our good days have come! ”

While holding the Ghost King, he used his divine power to firmly press the overseer beside him against the wall.

"Come on, this guy, was he beating you just now? Now, he's over to you, and I'm going to make him a sacrifice to announce the resurgence of our massive Aurora team! ”

Hearing this, the ghost king's eyes dimmed a little.

"Heaven tilts, you've been away for too long, and there are some things you may not know."

"What's the matter?" Tiantian asked softly.

The Ghost King's gaze glanced at the overseer's body, and he didn't seem to be too interested, he sat down in the place where the overseer was originally sitting, and said with a worried face: "Even if you come back, maybe you are not the opponent of Nirvana and Su Yun, the two masters and apprentices, the current doomsday space, hey, it is no longer the fertile ground for our brothers to gallop freely." ”

Tiantian leaned sideways slightly, as if he was looking at this doomsday prison, and then, he said lightly: "Do you mean Nirvana?" It just so happened that he was the last obstacle before I became a Divine Throne powerhouse, and I admit that he was very strong, and I only narrowly defeated him, but I have to officially announce to you now that the person standing in front of you is one of the new ten Divine Throne powerhouses of the Ten Thousand Worlds Tribunal today——"

"King Armor!"