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Chapter 772: The End and Beginning of Revenge

"She's not, you're so. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Looking at the king in front of him, Liang Chengcheng said with such certainty.

With his words, in an instant, an infinite torrent swept over, and the world changed again.

The near-infinite amount of ink suddenly stopped flowing, turning into endless sand dunes with no end in sight.

On top of the sand dunes where the names had been piled up, Nyaratotip looked down in disbelief at the crevasse that was slowly cracking in his hand.

This is no longer the shell of himself that he is familiar with, but the ink that makes up this absurd world!

At some point, he had been assimilated into this dream.

Or, from the very beginning, this dream was a tomb prepared for him.

Although he held up the umbrella of royal power to resist the erosion of illusion, his body was unconsciously replaced by those delicate names.

This is a dream that has never appeared in the history of the infinite world, the edge of the real and the imaginary, and even the kingship that rules the source of chaos is completely useless here.

Everything that enters will be assimilated by the dream and become part of the dream.

"Even so, so what?"

Nyaratotip looked at his disciple indifferently: "You should understand what my original identity is. ”

Nyara Totip, the messenger of the Old Gods, is the agent of the inexplicable evil gods on Earth in the Cthulhu Mythos.

Before the arrival of the Old Gods, he traveled the world with a playful attitude with the malice that pushed humanity into the abyss.

Even the nuclear bomb was inspired by him and was created by humans to be a terrible toy to destroy itself.

Walking through the nightmares of human beings and the darkness of the universe, he himself has the power to travel through the 'dream world' that lurks behind the world.

What's more, this pale dream?

Therefore, he was very curious to know, what exactly does Liang Chengcheng want to do?

Surprised by Nyaratotip's indifference and calmness, Liang Chengcheng soon showed a pleasant smile that matched him: "You seem to have forgotten the past." ”

For a moment, Nyaratotip's brow furrowed, and the sense of foreboding grew stronger and stronger in his heart.

"Since Drift Snow only exists in my fantasies, and I die because of disillusionment, then ......"

Liang Chengcheng covered his face with his right hand, showed a painful smile and dark eyes from between his fingers, slowly raised his head, and looked at the king in front of him:

"- What about turning you into my fantasy too?"

In an instant, the smile on the corner of Liang Chengcheng's mouth was raised, revealing an expectant look. ""None/pop-up window/full text

There was a loud crash in the dream world of the endless sand dunes, and the entire dream world was rapidly collapsing, turning into nothingness.

In the midst of the terrifying scene of the world collapsing and the heavens and the earth collapsing, Liang Chengcheng stood on the cracked earth and issued a declaration of revenge: "Go and experience for yourself, the pain suffered by the drifting snow!" ”

In an instant, the endless sand dunes burst into a terrifying rift, and the endless darkness engulfed the two of them.

In the darkness, Liang Chengcheng held the name that had been carved into the depths of his soul and accelerated his fall.

At the end of the abyss, he looked down at the king above and whispered the 'truth': "Nyara Totip...... It doesn't exist! ”

Turn the enemy into your own fantasy, and then deny the existence of Nayarathotep at this moment.

Go see for yourself.

The pain she had suffered!

……

The flaming crimson divine might turned into a sword that shattered all things, swept through the void, sliced through space, frozen time, and turned everything into dust at the snap of a finger.

As if feeling the terrifying destructive power contained in the wrath of the gods, a vague humanoid silhouette emerged from the ripples of the stars in the sky, forming a majestic and full of sorrow and anger on the face and burly body.

As if passing through the intertwined mirrors of the Crystal Divine Kingdom, he pulls all kinds of probabilities and rules to carry out seemingly static but extremely turbulent changes.

Eventually, as the sword had completely sliced itself to pieces, he stretched out his finger and pointed at the edge of the sword that was close at hand.

Like the God who redeemed Adam in the clouds, he stretched out his palm, but held an invisible 'wine glass' overlooking the whole world.

In an instant, with this as the endpoint, the terrifying shock spread, and the structure of space and the existence of Vientiane were all wailing under this inexplicable shock, and even the reversal of time showed signs of loosening under Bai Shuo's grasp.

The vibration spread, sweeping countless worlds in an instant, and after spreading for I don't know how many dimensions, it suddenly collapsed and turned around, and began to shrink inward.

The terrifying power that spread and set off also continued to condense with the contraction of the ripples, until finally, extracting the power of the infinite world, a scepter with a vague outline appeared in the hand of the god condensed by the iron-colored starlight, and smashed towards the sword of time.

With the resonance of the dimension, the void caused ripples, gathering the power of the collapse of the infinite world into one point, like an angry god smashing out a scepter, and the sky shattered!

This is - deusiratus!

In the snap of his fingers, a terrifying explosion that was enough to shatter the dimension spread, and the illusory sword of time was suddenly crushed, and Bai Shuo retreated rapidly under the terrifying aftermath, until he hit the cube wall that was already full of cracks.

And immediately after, the terrifying attack of the God of Wrath sent ripples through the galaxy, and the scepter roared.

Bai Shuo, embedded in the huge depression, slowly walked out of the hole, and flicked the dust off his body without care.

In the next moment, the terrifying power erupted from the core of the God of Wrath, and the power of the Reverse Chaos of Time tore apart the giant embodied in the Kingdom of God, turning him into dust in an instant.

The massive God of Wrath silently shattered and collapsed, disintegrating from its human form into a cloud of dust down to the particle level, spreading through the storm.

Suddenly a gloomy cloud spread out in the cube world filled with steel light, with a trace of electric light and weak gravitational pull between them, forming a pitch-black cloud that even a detector hundreds of times larger than the Hubble Telescope could see.

All light was obscured, and the world suddenly plunged into darkness.

And again, the light of divine might lit up.

On the earth, Bai Shuo waved his hand to disperse the red sword of divine might, and the moon timepiece that formed the core fell silently into his hand.

In the crisp sound, the lid of the watch engraved with the ornate runes was pried open with a finger, and on the dial transformed by the runes that controlled time, the strange black handwriting lit up, condensing into twelve characters representing different meanings, rotating around the dial, like numbers representing the moment.

And under the irrigation of divine power, the rapidly rotating hands silently emerge, and rotate endlessly on the dial with the flow of time.

"The battle between the sun and the stars, unchanged since ancient times......"

In the darkness, Bai Shuo held the only light in his hand, and recited a long incantation with a solemn expression: "Galloping on the chosen path, like thunder......"

The movement of Vientiane came to an abrupt end, and the world seemed to become an embarrassing drama of forgetting the lines, and fell into a standstill.

The realm of freezing time unfolds at this moment, extending the moment into eternity.

So the world came to a standstill, and Vientiane fell silent.

But in the nebula, there are spirits that hold probability and negation that have not yet slept, and Nietzsche's image emerges from the reflection of the Crystal Kingdom, overlooking this frozen world, and sings in a low voice:

"Woohoo, my greedy flame! I want to be born again and become a hundred! ”

And so, the multi-observation begins!

Just like the traveler back then, observing the kingdom of God in six levels and dimensions, and finally replicating six identical kingdoms of God in one move.

But at this moment, what is unfolding is a far more complex calculation than the original traveler did not know how many times.

In an instant, countless rules were denied in Nietzsche's cognition, and the laws that support the operation of the world were completely distorted.

Probability and probability are now a function of the waveform, constantly changing and collapsing rapidly, until finally, it becomes a near-nothingness endpoint.

Nietzsche's will is sublimated in the diffusion of chanting, into the realm of zero and one, being and nothing.

For a moment, the figure in the sky suddenly blurred, and then it distorted, and suddenly spread in the violent causal changes.

When the turbulent world is once again stabilized, the deniers of the kingdom of God have turned into hundreds!

When a hundred Nietzsche exist on this battlefield at the same time, the power that can explode is not as simple as one plus one!

Rather, it rises almost in a terrifying geometric multiple!

In that moment of being frozen, they struggled to raise their palms in the frozen time, stretched out their fingers towards Bai Shuo, and made overlapping sounds, evolving into a thunderous roar that shook the world.

uxmagnus！

What was once only the smallest power, a single blow that crossed the infinite dimensional sea, penetrated through the dimensional barrier, and then almost caused a terrific bombardment effect in Fuyuki City, unfolded again.

The main cannon of the Kingdom of God - unknown, the maximum power starts, the dimensional decay furnace is completed, and it is fired!

So, Nietzsche unfolded his palms at the same time, revealing the delicate Rubik's Cube that was spinning in his hands.

Countless colors of light continued to emerge with the changes of the module, until finally, enough to plunge the world into turmoil with one blow, and the cannonball that destroyed countless stars burst out of the Rubik's Cube at this moment!

None of the same colors, nor the colors of that light, are recorded in the current spectrum, they are of unknown origin, and the concept of rules is obscured in the moment they appear, enough to defeat any 'creature' with immortality or divinity in one blow.

A hundred rays of light shot out enough to burn up hundreds of dimensions in the world, but they never flew out along a straight trajectory, but continued to carry out strange refractions as they advanced, weaving dense and unpredictable trajectories in the sky.

Eventually, they converged at one point and turned into a deep gray torrent that swept the whole world.

It was a color that would only emerge in the coming moment of the end, and it was also a terrifying force that caused countless cube worlds to collapse in a terrifying threat, almost disintegrating into pieces!

Name: Fragormaximus!