What the pupil of heaven contains is not killing intent, nor hatred, but more like ...... Appetite is like the look in the eyes of a person who has been hungry for several days when he sees a table of delicacies.

He has already judged.

Ignoring the scattered heretics, the minions who had fallen into madness, and the defecting Giovanni, and letting them do whatever they wanted, the Celestial Pupil focused entirely on the Flying Mask God.

The flying god seemed to feel the threat in his eyes, and as if he had insight into what the other party was thinking, he immediately took action. This idealistic product formed by the convergence of the thoughts and wishes of all beings has an almost beastly intuition for malice, only to see his curled up and twisted tentacles stretched out, his body gradually becoming illusory and translucent, and the light of the stars precipitated from the god's body, and countless words and symbols were ready-made in the air.

These words seem to be arranged and combined under the traction of some force, turning into a torrent of information composed of countless short sentences, outlining a looming 'galaxy' in the sky, rushing up the sky, rushing towards the pupil of heaven hanging in the sky.

However, the information shock released by the flying god did not have the expected effect.

Compared with the volume that fills most of the sky as far as the naked eye can see, making people even feel that the sky has turned into a heavenly pupil crushed by the earth, the information flow released by the flying god can only be regarded as a trickle, and the huge pupil just blinked, if the substantial line of sight swept by, the space was flooded with circles of twisted ripples, and in an instant, the surging information flow was canceled out and annihilated.

"How so?!"

In the twentieth block, Ah Cha, who was hiding in a certain house and was controlling the flying god, let out an unbelievable exclamation, but before he could make any other moves, he felt the gaze of the Heavenly Pupil projected through the flying god.

That substantial gaze passed through the layers of protection and camouflage built by the believer's ideology, saw through the material projection of the flying god, and finally crossed the shackles of space and met him, the actor behind the scenes.

The huge white pupils stared at him as if the pupils of heaven were standing in front of him, and their sharp eyes saw through what he was thinking, which was creepy and chilling.

This feeling of being targeted by a poisonous snake made Ah Cha's back chill.

He subconsciously wanted to temporarily cut off the sensory connection with the flying god, but he was horrified to find that his consciousness could not return to his body for some reason, and the space around him was as hard as solidified cement, making him unable to move.

"Judgment has come."

The voice went straight to the heart, and even if he knew that the other party was using a language he didn't understand, Ah Cha could easily understand what he wanted to convey.

"The Lord has sent down a revelation: here heresy is rampant, and the land is full of filth, and the Lord will send heavenly punishment to destroy this sinful neighborhood."

At the same time, Pope Shaliwanwei's solemn proclamation spread to every corner of the neighborhood, conveying this cruel and desperate apocalypse to everyone.

After a brief moment of consternation, pent-up fear and uneasiness spread through the crowd, and people rushed anxiously out of their homes to the nearest Atonement, hoping to get a reassuring answer from the monks and priests, but the closed doors of the Atonement responded to them coldly and silently.

And the most fearful of them are the gangsters and lawless, because even the infidels can pray to the ethereal idols in exchange for peace of mind, but unlike these hyenas who are trying to survive in groups, they have no faith and cannot be, and they can only believe in the weapons in their hands and their own power when they believe in the winner is king and the law of the jungle.

That's why in this case, they feel even more desperate.

Because the Apocalypse never makes mistakes, the 'gods' never make mistakes.

This is the ideological seal rooted in the hearts of every resident of Apocalypse City.

This fear soon led to a riot of no small scale.

Perhaps the end is near, or perhaps they know that death is coming, these gang fanatics seem even more crazy, they vent their fears with violence, enjoy the last pleasure of their lives, no longer have to fear the punishment of the church, no longer have to maintain the order and rules set by the gang, after untying them, they can smash the things in front of them to pieces, cut down the guy who usually feels an eyesore, and destroy him wantonly

What people cherish, trample on the dignity and personality of others.

Consequence? Effect? It doesn't matter what those things do! I'm dying, of course I have to have a good time!

Madness turns into pestilence, the conventional order of the neighborhood is trampled on by the rule-makers, and if you don't persecute others, you will be persecuted quickly become a popular consensus in a short time, and people abandon reason and degenerate back into beasts......

The chaos erupted.

Molotov cocktails were thrown and fires were spilled, people who were afraid of being persecuted picked up sticks to participate in the smashing, and husbands who had been robbed of their loved ones roared and charged at the mobs, full of malice and hatred to form a chain of uncontrollable infections in the neighborhood.

Forcing people of their right mind into madness, and making madmen even more insane. ……

And when the madness of Twentyth Street intensified, a sacred service was also carried out at its climax in the glorious and holy Cathedral of Ascension in the Crown District.

The 'radiance' bestowed by the gods poured down from the dome like a waterfall, and the three pillars of the Church of the Grand Inquisitor, the Archbishop, and the Grand Knight Presiding Church, as well as countless high-ranking priests, judges, and knights, bowed their heads and participated in the sacred ceremonies with devotion to them.

And the Pope Shaliwan, who presided over the ceremony, was dressed in a dignified and gorgeous sacrificial robe, wearing a triple crown and bathing in the light curtain, and his abundant transcendent power turned into a dreamlike bubble of brilliance, dancing around him like a naughty elf, although he was more than 100 years old, this old man did not look old at all.

He slowly raised the luxurious and intricate scepter, and the soothing whisper crossed the shackles of space, like a spring breeze blowing into the panicked crowd.

"But the Lord is merciful, and He will give you a second chance."

The man who tried to stop the brutality was knocked to the ground, and fists, kicks, sticks, and curses rained down on him.

"Repent!"

The unclothed woman huddles in a corner, struggling helplessly in the face of the approaching mob, trying to preserve the last of her dignity.

"Reflect!"

The old man was knocked to the ground by the panicked crowd, and people ran over him, but the old man never got up again.

"Ask the Lord to forgive you for the sins of your body."

The cowardly man pushes his lover to the mob with his own hands, but he himself runs away.

"If there are people here who can be named, the Lord will forgive you for their sake."

The husband hugged his wife's bloodstained corpse and cried, picked up the sharp blade in his hand and vowed to break the gangster's body into pieces.

"If there were only thirty people, the Lord would still be because they would not destroy this neighborhood."

Step by step, the thug approached the cowering child in the corner, his bloodshot eyes reflecting the fire in the street, the child calling out to his mother in fear, and the mother who had been swept away begged to hurt her child, while he smiled and raised his blade.

"Even if there are only ten people in the district, the merciful Lord will still forgive you!"

Blind believers are like drowning people grasping at a life-saving straw, they follow the instructions of the apocalypse, completely give up running away to save themselves, pray more devoutly to the gods to forgive their sins, and even shout slogans of reflection and repentance in groups in an attempt to hinder other people's self-help behavior.

For a moment, Ah Cha observed the neighborhood from the perspective of a god and witnessed everything.

What I heard and saw was nothing but atrocities and the unreasonable.

"How could it be ......?"

"How dare they!"

The atrocities that are happening, the tragedies that have ended, one by one, all of them are like nails that are deeply rooted in the heart, deeply shocking this teenage boy.

This is the second time that Ah Cha has witnessed chaos and atrocities.

"Make a choice."

At this time, the cold and arrogant voice reached the bottom of my heart, and the god on high proclaimed.

Huge transcendent energy gathered in front of the pupils, stirring the sky, the rolling clouds converged into a sea of clouds under the invisible force, bursts of thunder flashed in the storm, Ah Cha raised his perspective blankly, and could vaguely see a fire ball as hot as the sun slowly forming in the center of the eye of the storm.

The wind swept through the streets, mad

The energy of the storm is converging, the black clouds are crushing the city, and the wind and rain are coming.

He will really destroy this neighborhood, and He will really forgive this neighborhood.

It's just a choice to make.

Ah Cha suddenly understood what the other party wanted to express.

Then a chill rose from my heart and spread all over my body.

He wants me to die.

As soon as this thought came to him, fear spread uncontrollably in his brain, and the divine body in the sky trembled slightly, and the survival instinct was urging him to quickly cut off the connection and flee here, but there were always some faint noises echoing in his ears.

He 'saw' everything.

Naturally, everything can be heard.

The god's perspective allowed him to witness the atrocities that were taking place, the tragedy that had taken place, and the hoarse cries for help from the victims reached his ears.

"Save Our ......"

"Mom, I want to go home......

"I'm so scared...... I don't want to die yet......

These calls seem to have a magical power, and once you notice it, you can't ignore it.

Be sure to run away......

But what do they do?

Surviving yourself is the most important thing! Then how much effort does it take to care about the life and death of these people?

But......

Two contradictory thoughts clashed fiercely in his mind, and he wanted to succumb to fear and flee here, but he couldn't be ruthless enough to ignore the cries for help echoing in his ears, and in the end he could only watch the high-energy fire in the center of the storm converge and form, missing the best opportunity to escape.

Sure enough, I'm just a piece of waste that can't do anything......

Looking at the high-energy fire in the center of the whirlpool, Ah Cha thought to himself as if he was deflated, the illusion of omnipotence when he gained power had long since disappeared.

"In that case......

Perhaps knowing that death was inevitable, Ah Cha was not panicking, now he was calmer than ever, through the perspective of the flying god, he looked at the high-energy fire ball in the distance, and his slender limbs gradually stretched out in the sky, slowly covering the sky twenty blocks above trying to form a canopy to resist the attack of the Heavenly Pupil.

"Don't worry."

Ah Cha's calm voice spread through the hearts of everyone below, which was reassuring.

"I'll protect you." ……

"A reaction of a high-energy heat source in the clouds has been detected."

The child's immature voice sounded in Ah Cha's ears, startling the latter, who had finally brewed the mood of fearless death: "Who!? Who's talking in my ear!?".

"It's me." The thought incarnation replied, "Father asked me to help you, the enemy is more difficult than we thought."

He didn't give Ah Cha time to react, and continued.

"Next, I will take over the control of the Flying God, and at the same time, I will open the passage to connect to the body, so you can leave at this time."

The voice of the incarnation of thought echoed in his ears, and the child's voice was immature but with a tone that could not be refused.

Ah Cha immediately realized the problem: "Wait, if I leave, then you will be the only one who stays here......

"There's no time to explain, get out of the car."

Before Tea's words were finished, he felt that the control of the flying god was forcibly taken away by an alien will, and he acted uncontrollably, and a powerful suction force swept his consciousness into it.

"No! You can't do that!"

Ah Cha felt that the abundant power in his body was suddenly emptied, and his consciousness was like being caught in a whirlpool under the sea, sinking deeper and deeper, gradually sinking to the bottom of the deep sea.

No, he was originally so weak, but the awakening of the personality mask temporarily strengthened his physical functions, and the borrowing of the divine body of the flying mask god gave him a powerful illusion. ……

"Yo, you're back?"

A casual voice rang in his ears, recalling his sinking consciousness.

Ah Cha slowly opened his eyes, looked around a little dazedly, and then suddenly woke up, got up from the chair and said to Wu Ming, "Quick! Your son was been

Stay over there!"

"He's doing a pretty good job...... Wu Ming seemed a little unhurried, touching his chin and nodding.

"What are you talking about?" Ah Cha said anxiously, "He's in danger now!"

"I know what you mean." Wu Ming patted him on the shoulder, signaling him to be calm, and then snapped his fingers to project a curtain of light, "But it's too late for you to say this now."

"What are you talking about......

Ah Cha wanted to refute, but after seeing the picture on the light curtain, he froze and couldn't say a word anymore.

Above the light curtain, a blackened and distorted behemoth covered the sky twenty blocks long.

The soft and elastic tentacles have turned into charred black and brittle coke, which can only rely on overlapping and interweaving to maintain the basic structure, and the dark red embers are still smoldering on the surface of the tentacles, slowly eating away at the last life force of this behemoth, and the breeze blows, and the coke will be shattered inch by inch and turn into black snow and fall from the sky.

It was the wreckage of the Flying Great.

He used his slender and elastic tentacles to weave a network covering the canopy, blocking the scorching sun from the sky, and in the cycle of continuous scorching and regeneration, he was finally burned into charcoal.

Didn't take a step back until the end.

"That guy is kidnapping us with the lives of everyone in the block, kidnapping the flying god."

The pupil of heaven had disappeared, and there were only many spatial rifts left in the sky, and one by one the mud-like tentacles stretched out from the dark cracks, breaking and dismembering the remnants of the flying god's body one by one, and then dragging them into the rift without a sound.

And Wu Ming stared vainly, his gaze never left the light curtain, and he slowly spoke.

"I have to say, he succeeded."