162. The Sword of the Eagle and the Dog 06
In the cracks of a distant world, they stood face to face. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć info This does not allow any material life to exist in the center of the void turbulence, and the two swords quietly collide together. A cold light shimmers, looking like a rare sword in a hundred years. The other is strange and sultry, with a strange black 'light' all over her body, wrapped in gray airflow, and the white hair on her forehead is incompatible with her temperament.
"I really didn't expect you to stop me in person, and sure enough, the queen doesn't plan to work with me anymore?" The hero pushed a few meters away, crossed the knife in his hand, and smiled softly.
"There's no way around it, who made you owe?" Cecilia held the 'lightsaber' with only the hilt in a strange posture, and her warm smile looked unchanged, "Whether it's the queen, Yakumo Shi, or the supreme god, you have offended all of them, and I think you should have thought about what I was ordered to stop." ā
"I thought you'd understand a little bit of what I really meant."
"I understand, you're really a great 'sister control', for that sister to be able to do this. But that's none of my business, I'm the Queen's Eagle, and her expectations are my expectations, and you can't do anything, Your Excellency. ā
"Privately, I'd rather you call me by my name."
The god who truly controls everything, the leader of the Supreme God-Council Alliance, has the power that even the supreme god does not have, and he can turn the world upside down with the power of a single person. There is nothing wrong with treating the hero as the supreme god, she has confronted the true supreme god head-on, and she has not been defeated since the time of the god chaser. She is the most formidable enemy of anyone. But when the hero faced Cecilia, she still did not have a trace of arrogance, and the blade as thin as a cicada's wings did not seem to be able to stop even one of Cecilia's slashes.
That's right, it's just an ordinary Taidao made by a blacksmith in the material world, and there is nothing special about it. Although the blade made by the top blacksmith is extremely tough and broken, it is useless in front of the divine soldiers. Cecilia thought she would be able to completely crush the mortal soldier with a single blow, but it turned out to be more than she expected. The knife was still lying firmly in the palm of the hero's hand, unscathed.
Although she didn't know what abilities the hero used, Cecilia had to face up to the 'hero' who had created countless legends in front of her.
"Therefore, self-restraint is very troublesome," the hero suddenly said, "I can easily destroy a world empty-handed, and it is better to bring a mortal soldier than to exercise self-restraint psychologically." If this knife is damaged, that's when I lose, and that's what I decided when I became a higher god. ā
"What arrogance, do you think there is no one in this world who is your opponent?" Cecilia said lightly.
"At least you're good enough for me to show my true skills, and maybe I'll lose because of it. You have no interest in fame and fortune, and you have no desire to fight for power, and you obviously have enviable feelings, but you can do nothing desireless. Looking at the gods of all walks of life, only those immortals can do this, how did you do it if you didn't aim for martial arts, but you could stand at the top of countless fighters? I'm interested. ā
"It's funny, but I'll be there for as long as I want," Cecilia said, still smiling with her sword, "I'm tired of swords, magic, strength, and calculation." ā
Tired of playing? The hero raised his eyebrows, this was really beyond her imagination of 'conceit'. The hero also understands that the god in front of him is not lying - she is indeed a god, long before she embarks on the path of chasing the queen and becomes a dependant of the queen, she is already a god to be looked up to. Playing with her souls became the only interest of this dependent, parasitic in the souls of others, witnessing the lives of others as if they were watching them, and finally taking their souls for themselves at the end of their lives. This disgusting behavior also earned her the same name as a supreme god, "Death".
And she herself prefers another title.
"The Queen's Eagle Dog... Is it? The hero narrowed his eyes.
"There are so many people in this world who aim for something, and everyone ignores the process that is actually more important. Only a slight influence on the process is needed to determine the results. Your Excellency, Hero of the Council, you are acting with such a purposeful that I don't even need to think much to understand what you will do next, and this is your greatest weakness. There are very few ruthless and unrighteous people like you who can reach the top, and the reason is simply because they are acting for the same goal all the time. But this purpose will become your biggest flaw, making you look just like a human being. ā
"Aren't you the same?" The hero snorted.
"Of course it's different, I said, you have this strong purpose, and I only care about the process," Cecilia laughed, "The Queen's expectations are my expectations, but neither I nor the Queen care how things turn out, she only expects things to exceed her expectations, and I just want to 'act for her'." You have not tasted defeat, just because victory is one of the necessary processes of your purpose, as long as you think so... You will be defeated. ā
As she said this, her figure suddenly disappeared, and countless gray air currents instantly overshadowed the turbulence of the void, enveloping the hero inside. The hero waited for her action without saying a word, and Cecilia appeared before her once more. She wiped the hilt of her sword with no light on her face, and it was only then that the hero realized what she wanted to do.
ā... To create a disguised material world in the turbulence of the void? The hero looked incredulous, "I see... A world of nothing is also a world. In this way, I completed another world in the gap between the worlds, so as to isolate my observation of the world of Yakumo Murasaki, and even cut off my connection with my dependents. However, have you forgotten that ordinary higher gods can't connect with other people across the world, but I can. ā
"You can give it a try."
As soon as the words fell, two rays of light intertwined, and in just a moment, the hero jerked back and half-crouched on the ground. She held the knife solemnly, and at this time, there was already an undetectable crack on the back side of the mortal soldier's knife. It only takes one more blow to shatter the sword completely.
"Your means of connecting with other dependents and the world is by using the connections of fragments of the same soul. Just by focusing on this, you will not be able to continue to connect and observe other worlds. As you can see, these gray currents are the fragments of wisps of souls... What do you think? Want to experience the human affection you wish to receive? If you can make it through, you can get on with your plan. ā
"Looks like we're back to square one."
The hero continued to hold the sword and stood up.
"All it takes is to beat you and everything will work out... That's right. ā
"Can you do it?"
"I could have given it a try."
Heroes will be beyond common sense, heroes will break common sense, dispel darkness, be simpler than anything else, bright, happy, and will shine everywhere. She is called a hero, there is no word for giving up in the dictionary, and she also understands that only after defeat can she see a different scenery, and she must stand up again as a hero.
ā... Your power is truly astounding," the hero exhaled, "creating a camouflage of the material world in the void turbulence like this will make this place like a black hole absorb the chaotic knowledge of the void turbulence... But it looks like you're not affected in any way. ā
"Let me teach you a little science, it is true that as you said, this world will become a black hole-like existence, madly devouring the chaotic knowledge of the void, but this is also the crack of the world, and it is also the root system of the world. The turbulence of the void is endless, and such a huge amount of knowledge and nourishment cannot be swallowed up by a small black hole... This is where a wonderful phenomenon is formed. ā
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The entire gray space continued to tremble, and after the purple mist seeped into the space, the hero noticed that the gray and purple air currents of this disguised and empty world were beating regularly, like a heartbeat.
"When feeding a black hole with stars, the huge amount of energy that the black hole cannot fully absorb is absorbed by the black hole's attraction, which will cause a backlog of energy around it that can easily destroy the World Tree. What will happen if this continues? ā
Cecilia stood easily in the middle of the world of camouflage, sneering at the hero.
ā... Unlike stars with limited mass, the energy here will continue to accumulate, resulting in an unparalleled turbulence from which it is impossible for you and me to escape, and as the energy absorbed by the world tends to be saturated, the pressure of stable energy inside the world is much smaller than the pressure of turbulence outside, and we will all be swept up by this turbulence and never be able to regain our consciousness. And because of the influence of this turbulence, I can't locate the coordinates, and even my gap is sealed? ā
"You know what? Crows can recognize human faces, which means that they can recognize individuals within humans in the same way that humans do. They will even resent people they don't like, and tell their peers about that person. With this trait, even ordinary humans may be able to 'manipulate' crows to attack humans. ā
"You mean to say..."
"Humans and gods are the same. It only takes a little inducement for humans to attack the gods, even if... There is no chance of winning. ā