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"God didn't invite me, what am I going to do in there."

On the outskirts of the Giant's Court, at the top of a stone pillar that was twenty meters high and as thick as three people hugging each other, the Lord of the Withered Blade, half-crouched there like a sniper, put down the telescope in his hand.

This is an excellent vantage point, and with the eyesight of the old-level gods, it doesn't take much effort to see through the frozen dusk outside the Giant King's court, and directly see the movements of Crane and their team. He thought he had no combat power, and could easily be slashed by the Red Angel - not very hurtful but definitely humiliating - so he never came closer, and kept a fairly safe distance to chase after him.

He could see it all from the time Crane opened the door, to the time he fought the two Silver Knight Guard dolls, all the way to Crane and their being carried away by the shadows.

The telescope in his hand suddenly disappeared, and he turned his head into the distance and squinted:

"Count the time, now Kotal is also active, but if I leave for Moon City, he will return the same way...... Hey. ”

The Lord of the Blighted looked at the plains beyond the Giant's Court with some surprise, and a figure that seemed to be undue to this time suddenly broke into his field of vision, but did not cause any change in possibility.

Destiny has come here.

……

In the silvery white light that illuminated the surrounding area, between the first "blasphemous slate" and the "dark angel" Saslir appeared illusory, almost invisible, and indescribable "lights" of specific colors, which evaporated and broke one after another under the tearing of the terrifying thunder.

Even the experienced Colin was stunned for half a second before showing the Guardian's strong defenses, shielding Lovia from the lightning storm and covering her to take a few steps back and reach out of the storm's attack range.

No one expected Klein's sudden attack, except Medici.

Although he had been standing far away from them and God from the beginning, as if he wasn't going to communicate with anyone, before Crane could flash in front of the shadow, Medici suddenly pulled out his bloodstained sword from his waist and threw it at Crane's intended teleportation position!

The next moment, Crane's figure appeared there, he reached out and grabbed the flying long sword, recalling in his mind the slashing action of the "Silver Knight" sword after sword, the flames on the rusty blade burned, hitting his shadow!

Under the contamination of the fallen spirituality, the shadow seems to have become a new "Klein", giving rise to an alternate personality, and when the sudden danger of surprise comes, Klein sees the other party make an obvious action:

Enter the fog of history.

But the presence of God is not allowed to enter the fog of history at all!

This distance was already too close, and the blade filled with blood and flames was about to fall on its forehead, so between the lightning and flint, Klein saw the other party's order again—grabbing the historical projection!

Before he could see what the other party had caught, Klein suddenly felt that his surprise attack was blocked, and the huge recoil force almost made the long sword in his hand fall off, and he narrowed his eyes in disbelief, only then did he see what the other party's weapon was blocking this blow.

Historical projection of Grossell's Travels.

“……”

Crane almost laughed at himself.

This is really worthy of his shadow, it is really worthy of another personality derived from him, and he completely understands the essence of his own battle!

Just as he was about to attack again, the layered wings of the "Dark Angel" shook lightly.

The spiritual power that contained a little bit of deterrence spread out like ripples. Before Klein could comprehend what God had done, the thoughts in his mind exploded, like a skull suddenly being struck by a log used to ring a bell, and then suddenly turned into boiling oatmeal.

Crane instinctively reached out and covered his skull, as if to stabilize the head, which was gradually turning into a swarm of insects, into its proper shape.

The blood-colored sword fell from his hand,

The corners of his mouth instinctively turned up, and his endurance was instantly disintegrated, and he almost let out a miserable scream, the transparent worms that were faintly visible under the skin of his left face twisted and drilled out one by one, and the granulations on the right face became more and more, more and more obvious, and more and more faint, getting closer and closer to the "spirit worm".

The sword slammed into the ground, making a small noise from the floor tiles of the hall, but it sounded like thunder in Crane's ears.

The thunder struck some of his senses, and Crane remembered that he had to deal with the enemy first, but he couldn't see it, and his eyes fell off into black-colored spirit worms that rolled into his collar as they wriggled and merged with the twisting skin there.

The "Psychic Link" suddenly shared the vision of another person, and he temporarily "regained his sight".

Klein gasped for a few breaths, waited quietly for a few seconds, and then suddenly lunged towards the side of the front - in Medici's eyes, the shadow was approaching him from there, holding the historical projection "Grossell's Travels" in his hand, trying to take away the "wriggling hunger".

Crane didn't feel like he was grabbing anything, but he didn't smash face down on the ground again, but felt as if he had fallen into a cool mist. He was entangled with this "mist", and the "wriggling hunger" on his left hand opened his sharp teeth, ready to use his extraordinary power to wreak havoc on his own shadow!

At this moment, silver-white sharp rays burst out from its body, tearing it into countless illusory and tattered black shadows.

This sudden, pinpoint attack came from Lovia.

The pitch-black "shadow" quickly faded and completely dissolved.

Crane fell to the ground, his head stabbing violently, but his spirit, which was on the verge of losing control, suddenly relaxed a lot.

His skin squirmed, his eyes and the normal left side of his face reconstructed, and in his heavy breathing, the out-of-control elements of his body were gradually cleared and peeled away, and Crane returned to his normal appearance.

Those transparent worms quickly precipitated and turned back into flesh and skin, but the madness and unstable spirituality still remained unresolved, and the surface was still translucent, allowing people to see the "spirit worms" hidden underneath.

Klein shook his head a few times, and the world in front of him finally returned to normal. He felt that his current spirit was unusually unstable, and that the pompous words and actions just now had a slight disconnect from the real personality of "Klein Moretti". He thought it best for him to summon a "righteous" lady to give him a psychotherapy right away, but no one would give him the time and opportunity.

He slowly stood up, and in a total of ten or so seconds, there was no shortage of things that happened.

And to everyone's surprise, Lovia, who hit this fatal blow, looked at Klein in a daze, and a tear suddenly crossed her cheek:

"He slew my Lord ......"

…… Klein wanted to laugh, but again he didn't.

The desire to complain suddenly rose in his heart, and he suddenly wanted to tell the real Creator - look what your babbling has done!

There are few extraordinary people in the Aurora Society who have clear logic and normal expression skills, the vast majority of people are crazy and lack strategy, and a small number of people have been directly destroyed by your babbling and have become mentally retarded - you see, your believers, your believers' not-so-intelligent brains cannot understand what God, what gods, what created the universe...... See, they have nothing to do with these grand narratives, and their brains probably don't support them in thinking of such complex things, and they only feel proud to have believed in such a powerful god in their preaching and prayers.

You see, she's been hearing so much and thinking about it for so long, and she's only understood one thing.

God killed you.

God looked at Klein, who had reclaimed his shadow, then at Medici and Lovia, who had assisted him, and finally at Colin Iliad.

He didn't speak, he just looked at him.

"People who are short-sighted."

After a few moments, God seemed to have an answer, and an emotionless voice echoed through the hall:

"Humanity, I can forgive you for your disrespect, because you are ignorant, your life is short, you cannot understand greatness, you cannot understand eternity."

Crane's heart tightened, and he was suddenly full of vigilance.

It's funny to say that it was his decision to come to the Godforsaken Land, but nothing seems to have been on his hopes. When he was hunted down by Amon, he thought about simply summoning God to pinch them both to death, at least so that the people of the Eastern Continent would also be saved, but he finally drove Amon away and came to God, and the people of Silver City seemed to be unwilling to believe in God.

Am I ignoring their demands once again?

Klein examined himself in his mind and sighed helplessly.

In a flash of thought, Klein turned his gaze back to the iron-black throne, the layers of black wings that covered most of Sasriel's body gently undulated, revealing a gray white.

It was a stone tablet, the legendary "first blasphemous stone tablet", located on an iron-black throne, hidden to the right hand of the "Dark Angel".

Klein's eyes froze: the first "blasphemous slate" born in the "Sea of Chaos"!

And this is likely to be the key item for the "Dark Angel" to partially master the "Chaos Sea"!

As soon as such a thought came to him, Klein suddenly felt that his surroundings had become strangely quiet.

The brass eye, which was hidden only on the surface of the curtain of shadows, seemed to be gone, and the shadow stopped approaching, and the curtain shook gently.

"Blasphemous."

"You have sinned, and you do not know what you have done."

God's Word fell from the sky, and His Word turned into thunder and rumbled over the hall!

Klein's scalp also exploded suddenly!

It's not that he hasn't dealt with the King of Angels, on the contrary, he has obtained potion recipes from the "Pure White Angel" Osecus, used the real name of the "Wind Angel" to help himself, fought wits and courage with the "Angel of Time" Amon many times, cooperated with the "Red Angel" Medici more than once, and was even directly included in his command, and from time to time he had to face the encirclement and interception of the "Abyss Angel" Edward Vaughn and his inexplicable killing intent, which can be called the one who has the most intersections with the King of Angels below sequence 0.

However, these intersections never include a direct battle with the King of Angels!

Most of the time, he either didn't fight with the kings of angels, or relied on the power of the "Source Castle" to get out of it in an instant or cut off the contact, and he didn't really face the kings of angels and gods, the only exception was being caught by the "Angel of Time" Amon.

But with the appearance of God, this immeasurable ancient being was slightly enraged, and Crane uncontrollably dilated his pupils, curled the corners of his mouth sharply, and intense fear and despair surged in his heart.

It's like watching yourself fall into the abyss, but there is no life-saving straw to grasp.

With a bang, under the oppression of the powerhouse of this path, Elder Luo Weiya's body directly collapsed and turned into a large shadow.

Behind the shadows loomed a pair of desperate and painful eyes.

This is real despair.

They were all battle-hardened and experienced, but now they were like children who were not even extraordinary, staggering under God's intimidation, and they were on the verge of losing their feet.

It was not only the pressure that brought Crane, Colin and Medici down that was even more terrifying than the gods, but the very existence of God itself!

Even if you know that He is just a spiritual imprint, do you dare to wield a sword?

Do you dare to do it to the god of gods?

Do you dare to take action against a part of the nature of the universe, against the creator of Eden, the oldest and most powerful god?

- Don't say you don't have the courage to even stand up straight in front of Him!

Seeing that Crane had to bend down and bend his knees, the corners of God's mouth rose slightly, and two pitch-black flames ignited in his golden eyes.

He was about the same height as the giant, then lowered his left arm, pressed the armrest with his palm, and slowly stood up, the ornate accessories on his body falling one after another, and the black wings behind him spread out layer after layer.

The back of His head was like another sun shining, and the trumpet of knowledge sounded in the farthest places. In front of the black robe with the silver silk thread entwined with the mysterious pattern of the "dark angel" Sasriel, one after another silver-white electric snakes jumped out of thin air, growing rapidly, crackling and entangled, quickly extending forward, evolving into a brilliant sea of thunder, about to flood the entire shadow palace.

Even the most determined of the Collin Iliad was in a trance for a moment, and all this kind of authority and deterrence was consistent with the Lord they had believed in for thousands of years. If he had not known the truth, if he had not heard the voice of the Lord, he would have fallen to his knees and surrendered at His feet.

His giant-like figure faded, and an unusually thick shadow "curtain" appeared in front of him.

The shadow completely obscured Sasriel, and only a pair of eyes could be faintly seen hiding behind the "curtain".

In an instant, the "veil" parted to the sides, revealing a sea of indescribable colors that seemed to contain all the secrets.

"My enemy."

God's voice came, and Crane's will suddenly became in a trance.

He vaguely heard something, saw a golden light rushing across his face, something flashed in his ears and in front of his eyes, it was—

- the flickering neon tubes, the hundreds of meters of buildings, the cars coming and going, the smiling Melissa and Benson, everything Klein wanted to forget, and now it was all in front of him.

"Mysterious, I'm amazed that you can get stuck in your feet and become addicted to these weak things, but I feel the same way."

That gentle voice with a strong brainwashing ability made Klein involuntarily feel good and follow the other party's words to think.

"When you're an ant, the nest is the warmest and happiest place imaginable;"

"When you're a bug, the breeze, the sun, and the dew are all you can think of."

"So, you want to protect all of this."

Yes. Klein thought.

Before he could finish speaking, everything in front of Crane's eyes suddenly changed, war broke out, high-rise buildings collapsed in explosions, burning wreckage turned into a rain of fire, and shards of glass and monoliths were thrown like a storm on the unsuspecting humans in the street.

"There is always a struggle between you and me, and this is brought about by the pathway, just as the adjacent path is a natural mortal enemy."

"Our struggle has been a catastrophe that has destroyed countless worlds."

Countless thin threads hung from the sky, and the dead stood up again, bouncing and spilling their blood, and the thunderclouds in the sky gathered, and divine punishment easily destroyed the tallest sculpture in the city.

God said in an emotional tone, "I have endless time, so I have thought about how I can put an end to this endless cycle of samsara...... Your presence is undoubtedly a good thing, and if you really want humanity to make its own choice, it is not necessarily a good thing that I divide a part of the believers into you, to be governed by you, to be taught by you, and that you enjoy autonomy. ”

Klein was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked:

"Mr. Hermes has chosen to follow you, hasn't he?"

God nodded slightly: "He made the right choice, bowing to the right of eternity." ”

"Mr. Hermes probably said, or spread, a word." Crane shook his head, "Trust in the power of the gods, not in their mercy." ”

"The world is so desperate that such people choose to gamble on God's mercy, and it makes me feel like I can only believe in myself."

"Thank you for the kingdom of heaven, but I will never stand by you."

TBC

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Bang! Medici and the others' knees touched the ground, Colin and Lovia were fine, Medici directly bared his teeth and grinned, the bones on his body clicked, the bones were broken, the flesh and blood were separated, and he had to resist the forced kneeling.

At that moment, a white shadow suddenly came to his side, standing at a height about the height of a kneeling Medici.

"The Great Snake?" Medici's eyes lit up, "Quick, restart!" The brand of Sasriel has not reached the King of Angels, the desecrated stone slab and the gate are here, and we still have a chance to release these people with a hard fight! ”

Ulorius looked at him in silence for a moment, then reached out and lifted the hem of his coat, and sat down on his knees with a light movement.

"Don't go, Medici."

Angel of Destiny says:

"God will take him, it is their destiny. After that, Silver City, Moon City, and you can all be saved. ”

Medici's pupils dilated slightly, and he looked at Ulorius in disbelief, as if he had known him for the first time.

“…… You know I'm going to protect him, and you tell me that if you give him one, we can all be saved? Do you treat me like Adam? ”

Medici was furious, almost roaring:

"Klein is not a bargaining chip, not a sacrifice! Snake, get out of the way, let me go! Otherwise, I'm going to- mad at you!! ”

"You can't go."

"He's not your bargaining chip! He's not the price you pay to compromise with fate! ”

"But what are you going to do, Medici?" Urorius said softly, "The Lord is gone, we have nowhere to go, and now we must plan for our own sake...... Are you going to continue wandering like this until one day you die again before my eyes? ”

(End of chapter)