At the beginning, Carl was disappointed.

He can't even muster up the fighting spirit, like a hunter who has mustered up enough courage, made enough thoughts, wrote a suicide note, and was about to kill a lion by mistake, only to find that all he had to face was a portrait.

The goddess of the twins did not appear.

In the same way, he was determined to see the existence of Xiao Lan, the culprit who caused everything, also did not appear.

The only people who appear in this world and descend from the sky to lead people out of the hell of despair are the so-called "angels" who have the appearance of angels who are recognized in people's consciousness as the embodiment of truth, goodness, and beauty.

But since it is an angel of truth, goodness and beauty, it also has a value worthy of blasphemy, right?

Carl thought so, but the disappointment came very quickly.

With lightning speed, he came to the nearest angel landing position, and after everyone reported it, these angels were incapacitated along with the people they rescued, but just when he thought he could do something enough to make the people who were still "hiding" in the shadows angry, he suddenly realized that he couldn't raise that desire in the face of them.

Although these angels all possessed near-perfect maiden bodies, with slender waists, white skin, and limbs without a trace of fat, generally silver shoulder-length hair draped behind their shoulders, a black helmet covering most of their handsome and delicate faces, and a pair of wings behind them would fall holy white feathers with a wave of wings, and the silk robes they wore were not so much protective armor. It is more of a temptation to provoke people to protect, or possess, and it is almost perfect except for the effective displeasure of the boobs that are generally washboards.

But when the man tore off one of the arms of the "angel", he found that the other party not only did not show a pitiful appearance. When there wasn't even a hint of pain, it was as if he had been poured cold water on his head.

-- These are just dolls.

In fact, even the beautiful body is actually false and has no substance.

After Karl hysterically tore apart several angels, including the more special archangel who was dressed differently from the other angels and held a huge spear in his hand, he was stunned to find that what he had destroyed was only some sand, air, and water, although he had the wisdom to judge himself, but he simply followed the instructions and acted, like a puppet made by machines.

Something like that. Not to mention blasphemy, there is no interest in even destroying it!

So bored, he vented and destroyed all the life around him, including those puppet angels and those rescued by angels. And just when he wants to search for the true goddess, the reunion with the "angel" takes place in a state that he did not expect at all.

The nine angels, or rather, the archangels, had the same posture as ordinary angels, but they had very different temperaments, strengths, and attire, and they didn't wait for Carl to come to the door. Instead, he came to him personally under the guidance of a certain force. Without saying a word, he launched a powerful enough attack on him, the spiral sword, the throwing spear, the sprinting spear, and the severing sword, all of which were killed by the agreed killing with perfect cooperation.

Karl arrived in a moment of consternation, and then he completely easily defused the nidal combo, and then destroyed them with the same effort-

Just destroy, not exterminate.

Just when he wondered that these angels had turned into dust and air when they died, and even one of the angels with a spear was exactly the same as the previous one, like a copy of the same being thinking about the key points. The answer was delivered to the door.

-- The same nine angels returned a few hours later.

It's exactly the same as the one that was destroyed not long ago. There was no change in appearance and attire, but the combat experience had increased significantly, and it seemed that he had developed resistance to his powers, and although Karl completely wiped them out again, he was carelessly cut off by one of the angels who had completely hidden himself in the void with a strange mask on his face and wielded a two-handed sword in his hand, and still tore that arm alive and swallowed it alive before being killed......

Although this wound quickly regenerated, this change represents the advent of a real nightmare.

Just as Karl feared, the angels who had been defeated and destroyed again came back after a few hours before he had time to rest, tracking him as if they had locked his position from the beginning, and attacked with a stronger and more experienced posture than before he was killed.

Annihilation, coming, extinguishing, coming again......

Soon, Karl was unable to kill them all in one blow. The angels' weakness is in their heads, but on the other hand, as long as they keep their heads and nuclei, they are able to repair themselves at an extraordinary rate, so they prioritize protecting their heads no matter what the situation. And the rhythm and way of the angels' shots are just stuck in his most uncomfortable position, if he doesn't use new abilities or tactics that are different from before, he can only destroy one of them anyway, and it will take longer and longer to completely eliminate these angels who are clinging to him like maggots on tarsal bones, and the injuries on their bodies are more and more bitten and devoured, and they even begin to have no time to repair.

Instead of using moves that are flashy enough to wipe out all enemies in one hit, he has locked onto the head that is the key to the surname, and likewise no longer activates the powerful but burdensome power of nothingness.

And I don't know since when it became very difficult to smash the head.

The disdain and anger that the angels would chase after them again even if they were eliminated had turned into a sense of relief that they had finally been destroyed again.

-- This nightmare lasted for seven days.

The indefatigable and fearless angels, or the angels of truth, goodness and beauty, hide demons that have nothing but killing, as pure killing weapons, they do not leave any time for Carl to be still, and as the Seven Days of Fire progresses, the interval between their repulsion is getting shorter and shorter, from several hours at the beginning to less than an hour before returning again.

The time when the world was finally shattered in the flames was like seven years for Carl.

Although he has the power of a god, he is not a real god after all, and he is still a living person.

No matter who it is, after constantly repelling nearly a hundred attacks and killing nearly a thousand opponents who are terrifying enough to pounce on their bodies and tear off their flesh and devour them if they are not careful, even if their physical strength and energy are endless for some reason, they will never be tired, and it is impossible not to accumulate load and fatigue in battle.

And when the prophecy of the end of the world was fully fulfilled, the whole planet fell into chaos and darkness, and all the humans who believed in the goddess in the real hell that came because of the end of the planet were led by Susan and the rest of the angels of the messenger of God in a state that Karl did not know at all, and crossed the gate of heaven to the world on the other side to start a new future, he finally killed the last wave of angelic attacks before the prophecy was completed.

Then, as he took a deep breath and mechanically waited for the next wave of angels to arrive, he suddenly realized that the situation had changed.

The angel came, but instead of attacking, he formed a very regular queue, guarding one of the figures that had awakened Karl's numb mind.

“…… Are you finally willing to come out? ”

Seeing that it had the exact same shape as himself, almost like a reflection in a mirror, Carl gritted his teeth and roared.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting so long, but until then, I can't even say a word in this world."

The phantom on the other side, who was not a phantom, had a gentle and elegant face, and smiled as if greeting a friend, and said lightly, "I am only able to talk to you here now, because the order of this world has almost reached the threshold of collapse, and such a chaotic fetal movement can fully hatch, and the most fundamental reason is the Seven Days of Fire created by you...... You know, you're the one I need to thank the most. ”

“…… My, Shadow. (To be continued......)