Chaos is pitch black fire.

It is not darkness or shadow, but it is all-encompassing, chaotic and mixed, and because it contains everything, even the concept of 'everything' is annexed by chaos.

What it's like to be scorched by the flames of chaos is a bit complicated to explain.

But for 10752, it took a considerable amount of time for him to realize that it meant to be burned by chaos in the first place.

Grab a handful of Origin Star Marrow, pinch out the basic human form, and then continue to scorch in the blazing black fire, at the beginning, it will let out the most terrible scream in the world, and the painful sound resounded through the six-layer star abyss and ten-dimensional space, until all the senses and thoughts were burned through, the original spiritual body was sintered and solidified, and with a light knock, the black ash on the surface quickly peeled off and fell off, revealing a strong and immortal porcelain skin.

That is the birth of 10752, from the most inconspicuous dust in the abyss, erasing everything in the fiery pain, and throwing it into the front line of the battlefield as the highest, most loyal, and most fearless cannon fodder.

The gods and warriors who were also fabricated by the abyss, their battles are called epics, they can indulge in love, they can enjoy the admiration and protection of mortals' faith, in the bath of splendor and glory, they fight generously with blood, and even if they die, there are the abyss and the immortal spirits of Lai An to wash the wind and dust for them, and then enter the reincarnation.

So, what does cannon fodder have?

The answer is: there is a sword.

Smack!

The ferocious impact snapped the blade, and 10752 was immediately flipped to the ground.

The first battle of 10752 was a mess.

His prototype was nothing more than the Spirit Protoss, compared to his opponent's Crystal Dragon, whose body was too small to fit into their chest.

When the opponent raised his neck and shouted "sky, sun, power" in dragon language, and then neatly transformed into a crystal king hunter wearing heavy armor, he knocked him to the ground in three or two blows, even if the others noticed the vacancy in the battlefield in time and immediately rushed - the crystal blade burst out with a surging rainbow ray, and the king hunter flipped his wrist and cut off his fellow comrades.

Just as the King Hunter lifted his blade and slashed at 10752's head, the space above its head suddenly distorted, and a pale blue light and shadow instantly smashed down, like a meteor falling to the ground, blatantly crushing the King Hunter.

The golden photon divine blood escaped outward, 10752 raised his head, and looked forward: sitting on the corpse of the king hunter was a high-level god warrior, the red and black eyes represented that he belonged to the Juggernaut God Clan, the slender braid shone with 7 stars, the gorgeous armor with gold silk hollow shone with an incredible glow, even if the blade resting in his hand was fierce and fierce, but his body exuded an indescribable affinity, as long as he saw him, it was difficult to have ill will towards him.

Dominate the Protoss, beautiful, powerful, and possess more power than magic.

However, at this moment, this high-level Lord God Clan has lost its former brilliance.

A large hole was opened in the center of the hollowed-out breastplate, and there were traces of dark matter compression remaining on it, obviously the handiwork of the Dark Titans, the light in his eyes was erratic, and the divine power continued to escape outward.

He was badly injured—10752 thought—and not only that, but he was almost near-dead.

The god warrior collapsed on the corpse, completely losing the ability to stand up, he tilted his head - according to the aesthetics of the gods, his beauty was moving, but the porcelain muscle and jade bone looked like it could be blown and broken, and the completely covered mask could not stop the soft warmth of the red and black eyes.

"Gerbroth's guards are really hard enough, even if they distort the real space, they are still overtaken by the darkness."

The Juggernaut Protoss muttered, glancing at 10752:

"A cannon fodder god, looking at your appearance, are you still from the Jingyi God Clan? It's pitiful, Chaos has burned you to the ground, and I can't count on you to save me."

"Can I help?"

10752 asked stiffly, then pointed behind him:

"Approaching the deep front, you can ask for help."

"No, I'm hopeless."

The god warrior pointed to his chest with difficulty:

"The darkness has engulfed my godhead, and my power and blood are constantly being consumed, first the locomotor system, then the body structure, and finally the whole life and soul...... I may not even be able to enter the Abyss."

He paused, looked at 10752:

"I can't live anymore, but my mission must be done for me by the gods...... Can you do it?"

10752: "Yes."

"The answer was 'yes' but it didn't say 'yes' – that's not the answer I liked."

He sighed helplessly, drove his divine power, took out a secret letter from another dimension, and passed it to 10752 out of thin air:

"My name is Releti, and I am the God of Reality. Now I am on an important mission: to bring this letter to His Majesty Murphyria. This will allow a lot of my compatriots to live."

10752 made no comment, he just put the secret letter away, turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait!"

Releti shouted behind Him:

"With your size, you can't even beat a crystal lizard...... Do you still want to cross thousands of light-years of battle lines and reach Haines under the wrath of dragons and titans?"

"Xingyuan ordered me to die."

"Then, in the name of the god of reality, I command you to come."

10752 didn't retort, he turned and walked quickly to Releti's side.

"Come closer."

10752 knelt down on one knee in front of him, and Releti's tone became gentle, and he raised his hand and gently rubbed the twelve fingers of his left hand against the number on the former's chest:

"As cannon fodder, you're qualified, but what I need now isn't cannon fodder - I see, your number is 10752-10752, let's make a deal."

10752 didn't answer, everything about him was burned by Chaos, and in the established program, Xingyuan didn't tell him what to do, just acted on the orders of his superiors.

"If you don't speak, then I'll assume that you agree."

Raeti took a breath, then perked up:

"10752, from now on, I will give you all my godhead, power, and authority to assist you in completing the tasks assigned to you."

"And in exchange, you have to live...... Only by staying alive can you use my power to save more of your fellow citizens."

"Of course, this may be a bit selfish, but indeed, it's a bit unequal in terms of the content of the transaction, and it's a bit too difficult to ask you to live as a fire god all the time—"

"Name."

「…… What do you say?"

"Xingyuan promised us cannon fodder gods: names, godheads, and authority."

10752 says:

"You have given me Godhead and authority, but no name."

Rui Lai raised her head, and a complicated look flashed in her beautiful eyes:

"Name...... Yes, names do matter, and there is nothing more important than 'who am I' among the stars."

10752 did not speak.

「……」

Raiti put one hand on her chest, was silent for a while, and said:

"I'm going to die soon, the darkness will consume everything I have, and the Glowing Dragon Daughter of Levitandar should be around here, and if I die at their hands, I'll become their slave, and I'll turn back to my fellow human beings with swords and swords."

10752 did not speak.

"Actually, I'm a pretty good little girl among the Dominating Protoss, you shouldn't feel it, right? I'm actually quite beautiful, and there are quite a few heroic gods who plan to pursue me and renew the divine fire with me. I like to dress myself up, and I like mortal believers to offer me grapefruit offerings, accompanied by lyre music...... But all this has been ruined by my priesthood."

Ruileti said softly:

"I have a lot of things I love to do and want to do. However, as the God of Reality, my authority is to bring people a cold revelation of reality, so that they can get rid of their illusions and face the cold status quo - ironic, right? Until now, I have not been able to let go of my fantasies...... I want to love my fellow human beings, and I want to live in a world where there are no destroyers, mortals and gods living together in the stars, beautiful, peaceful, harmonious, and forever happy."

10752 did not speak.

"10752, can you understand my feelings? When he was dying, he couldn't help but want to vent all the anger and sadness that had accumulated in his heart."

Raeti quietly clenched her fists:

"I hate these Destroyers, I hate my priesthood and identity, I hate that I am not a god of fantasy or dreamland, but a cold-blooded monster who coldly breaks illusions - 10752, I hate to say this, but you are a being like you, who has nothing and no passion and desire, is the most suitable to succeed me and become the new [God of Reality]."

He looked at 10752 and said in a deep voice:

"You have no emotions, no delusions, and the only desire you have is to take back what Xingyuan owes you—it's so pathetic, just like the authority of 'reality' is the saddest. And what I want you to do, it is even more pathetic, once you accept my mission, you will live forever with the curse of reality."

He lightly tapped the sword of the stars in his hand and said:

"I see, what you want—10752, I'll give you a name, and then, you're going to use this sword to pierce my divine fire and completely erase my life, so that you can avoid being enslaved by the Titans and Dragons, and I'll be completely freed from the priesthood of reality—"

Before he could finish speaking, Ruilaiti's eyes suddenly shrank, and he lowered his head, looking at the star blade piercing into his abdomen, his gaze slowly becoming peaceful and calm.

"Yes...... That's it."

Rui Laiti raised his hands stained with golden divine blood, and gently held the face of the cannon fodder god who was far shorter than herself, and her divine power resonated, conveying her thoughts:

"Keeping promises...... Give me a life to keep going."

10752 held the blade in both hands, and was not moved by the other party's relief in the slightest, but said coldly:

"Name."

"yes, name...... Let me think, what's it called?"

Rareti's body collapsed little by little, and the fragments of godhead and power turned into a gust of wind, enveloping 10752 all over his body, and his body, which had been burned black by chaos, was dyed with a beautiful layer of silver, and the burn marks on his armor were covered with a deep pale blue.

Releti stared at 10752's face, whose head gradually became clear with the outline of its visor and eyes as power shifted.

"Name...... You don't know what a name means, but you're chasing it."

He smiled and said,

"Leoz—that's your name. It means 'understanding' and 'awareness.'"

"Principles? The bottom line? Moral? Mission? No, I don't think it matters to you."

"May one day you be able to find out what you desire."

His body was completely scattered and routed, and only a low groan remained, echoing in the starry sky:

"Make sense of the world, and know what you want, Leoz."

(End of chapter)