In a certain world, there is no sun in the sky, but the sun shines, and the planets rotate but there is no night.

The whole world seems to be surrounded by colorful streams of light, and every moment countless streamers of light streak across the sky, like data flashing on a computer screen, intertwined into complex codes and messages.

The whole world is covered by the streamer of some strange connotation of these owners, and in the rotation of the planet, the world seems to become a huge computer, constantly generating new light, and then obtaining a large amount of data.

Every inch of the air is filled with data that ordinary people can't study in their lifetimes.

The earth is constantly changing under the will of man, and the planet has turned into a huge chip, silently calculating in the rush of light.

Countless streams of light converged from the void, a projection of the divergence of the river of time. The evolution in parallel space is all encapsulated in that seemingly simple streamer.

The observation and deputation of infinite parallel worlds, the deference of the future through exhaustive search of infinite data, the use of chaos theory and quantum physics to deduce the development of things, and the transformation of the entire galaxy into a computational sequence through a super-large cloud computer, and finally derive countless possible names in the future.

This is the Prophet Warband.

Standing in the empty world, the phantom with the full name of 'Bot Wilhelm Nietzsche' is silent above the earth, like a phantom that does not exist here, without the slightest sense of existence, contemplating in this world like an illusion.

Connected to a giant planet turned into a giant computer, this philosopher-like man calculates a very interesting thing.

The shell of the human form is just a habit of the past, and now he is not even a 'natural man' in biology - he may turn into a stream of light and swallow the world, or he may orbit the stars like a black hole.

The change in appearance was nothing more than a trivial matter, his thinking, his existence, his will had long since left the fragile human body and soared among the stars.

This is one of the deputy leaders of the [Prophet] warband: Bot Wilhelm Nietzsche, a nine-star technology side reincarnation.

A glimmer of red light flashed in the colorful and grand stream of light in the sky, like some kind of signal, piercing countless time and space to the warband's station, announcing someone's death.

The man who made the deal with him, Shen Feng's ** is dead.

After spending all the contribution points, all Shen Feng asked for was to be able to drag the enemy into hell together while he was dying.

Nietzsche's eyes opened for a moment, and space opened up under his will.

His unique data code opened up an octagonal spatial door with his will to strengthen the space to the extreme, and a stable spatial tunnel was formed in an instant, and the end of the door connected to the dimensional sea containing countless dimensional coordinates.

Crystal-like matter emerged from the void, like grains of fine sand finally piled up into a magnificent fortress, and a crystal clear six-sided Rubik's Cube appeared on the palm of his hand.

Among the twenty-seven blocks of the Rubik's Cube there are different colors, some like flames burning, some like the flow of stars, and some like black holes spinning, breaking the dead silence, and surging light...... Twenty-seven modules rotated constantly, each second with a different combination, and finally, some kind of fixed pattern was formed according to his will.

The twenty-seven modules give the Rubik's Cube an almost infinite number of compositions, and as the quality of each module changes, a combination of geometric multiples is produced...... Forms, almost infinite!

Beyond the sight of human beings, there is an infinite world, space, time, color, energy...... Taken together, these things can be summarized as, "Unknown".

It is the Unknown.

It is like the reflection of the streamer in the sky in the Rubik's cube of crystals, the crystal refracted that thin ray, and each module that flows through it will undergo complex morphological changes, and it is almost saturated in the end.

Finally, the streamer refracted out of the crystal and shot into a spatial tunnel that led to no apparent location.

At that moment, the beauty of a glimmer of light eclipsed the whole world, so brilliant that the world became false, and only the only truth remained.

It is like the last light of life that burns to the end, which is also the origin of its name: Uxmagnus (great light) condenses the last rays of light and rushes into the deep space until it disappears.

According to the deal, when Shen Feng died, he extracted his coordinates and then carried out a main gun attack.

The deal, that's it.

The octagonal door of space slowly closes and disappears, and finally Nietzsche closes his eyes again, as if nothing had happened.

Only another secret conversation that no one knew about continued.

......" arouses the disgust of [Cross], is it okay? ”

"Don't you think that's interesting? I'm just giving Shen Feng one last chance to fight. This is a calculated, absolutely balanced fair ......"

"It's not fair to give the weak a musket and cut off the arm of the strong, what do you think?"

"I'm just thinking, under the condition of absolute equality, on the same level, five milligrams of weight beats five milligram weight, no matter which side wins, even if it is the same end, it is quite a pleasing miracle, right?"

"For the [Prophet] warband, there is no need for such a thing as a miracle."

"It's just an interest, so why bother with that?" Nietzsche's voice laughed: "Go on, the progress of the [negation] theory has reached sixty percent." ”

"I'll give you 30 percent of the computing resources of the 'planetary model' to deny the theory of this world, and this kind of subject is up to you."

"Don't you want to see it?"

"Just give me a record of my failures."

"It's been confirmed that I'm going to fail, but you're giving me 30% of your computing resources, a waste or a luxury?"

"You don't have to succeed to improve, more often than not, Nietzsche, you need to fail."

"Since you insist, I'll fail once or twice, so be it, see you later in six standard hours, Captain."

"Goodbye, Nietzsche."

This is the end of the exchange of two huge data bodies, and the operation that disturbs the whole world begins again, from the beginning to the present, in just 0.001 milliseconds.

Just for a moment.

In an instant, [Unknown] activated, lighting up the 'Great Light'.

In an instant, the light rushed, spanning countless light years.

In an instant, death fell from the sky.

Everyone seemed to hear the wail of the world, and under the reflection of that thin line of light, the entire section of the book trembled a little.

Through countless air currents and fly ash, shattering the dark clouds in the sky, like a dam bursting, the golden sunlight like flowing water slanted down from the clouds with that ray of light, reflecting on the earth.

The gods slashed their angry swords from the clouds, and destruction was imminent.

In fact, in less than a millisecond, the streamer left a straight line in the town of Winterwood that was accurate to the micron level, and then disappeared.

The belated disillusionment came into existence as the streamer vanished, and roars and vibrations emerged from the depths of the earth. After the streamer that shattered the earth was gone, the scorching flames and rising clouds began to be born.

It was like a cork that had been in a humid environment for a year, and countless smoke and clouds similar to fungal plants instantly grew on the ravine.

The chopped air screamed, and as the earth shook, the entire geological structure under Fuyuki Town shattered, and everything in the place where the streamer slashed turned into powder in the wind, and was swept into the sky by the air current.

In an instant, the sky collapsed, and in an instant, the earth crack ended.

Destruction came and went in a hurry, leaving nothing but a mess.

In the ruins of fire and blood, Shen Feng, who had turned into an evil spirit, smiled and devoured countless scattered souls, and the color became deeper and darker.

At that moment, the streamer brushed his body, just like they had agreed, it only took three seconds, and death fell from the sky, and he was unharmed.

As for the enemy, already dead.

He's dead...... Thinking of this kind of thing, he couldn't help but want to laugh, scream, cry, his heart was full of anger and pain, but now everything is indifferent and sad, the whole world has no meaning.

His chaotic mind and memories made him forget his painful memories for a while, but even though he had become a demon, he still couldn't resist the urge to cry.

Why cry? He had forgotten why.

Blue and black tears emanated from the souls of the evil spirits with choked throats, and wailing ghosts wept through the ruins.

"It's annoying......"

Some hoarse female voices came from behind him, and the evil spirit turned around in disbelief.

All the puppets captured by the Fantasy Mistress died in that shattering, blood seeping into the earth, corpses turning into charcoal, and the entire battlefield was like hell.

In this hell scene, blood seeping into the earth reappeared from the dirt, and the undried blood of the corpses flowed out of the shells and turned into winding streams.

Scarlet streams converged from all directions, turning into a pale pool of red blood, as clear as pure water, crystal like jewel blood.

In the water where the blood gathered, the blood spread towards the sky, twisting, and finally forming a vague human form.

The woman who had been reduced to ashes under the flow of light reappeared, her blurred body constantly changing, and finally turning into her former appearance again.

Chen Jingmo, who should have borne the brunt of the light flow and disappeared, appeared in front of Shen Feng's eyes again.

She looked at her white hands, lowered her head and muttered: "A sound soul, lodge on a sound spirit and a sound **......"

A stream of clear blood surged from the ground, turning into a hideous-looking sickle in her hand, Chen Jingmo raised her head, her eyes cold and angry.

"I don't know how long I can last, but ......"

The blood sickle swung horizontally, a red trajectory flashed and disappeared, and Chen Jingmo stepped forward with a huge weapon: "...... Your soul, I take it. ”

The lightning of the extinguished soul power lit up from above Chen Jingmo's hands, and countless fantasy beasts differentiated from Shen Feng's body.

After the lack of his own craftsman, the battle between Chen Jingmo and the evil spirit began again.

This time, she was alone. The first and last time a one-man battle.

(To be continued)