[Event Log——]

[A massive drop in Hume will make reality corrections more difficult, and all abilities that rely on normal physical rules will be suppressed in varying sizes.] And due to the accumulation of information generated by the arrival of multiple reincarnation squads, the decrease in the Reality Stability Index will tend to generate memes that have a special focus on the Advent. 】

[Its main rules are embodied in——]

The pen stopped on the paper.

The writing did not continue.

However, the words on the paper continue to expand, recording the corresponding memetic phenomenon, as well as the various developments that may follow, and constantly changing.

"Lovi."

The Celestials, under the mottled ball of light of the main god. All the members noticed the writer's pause. One of the most powerful of them was surrounded by a boiling and tumbling aura, and his whole body was as sharp as a newborn spiritual treasure.

"Has the tide of the battle changed?"

"It's just a little twist and turn, and the Devils' counterattack prevents me from continuing to record reality. What they should have in their hands is an incomplete roadmap of the law of cause and effect, revising reality and preventing me from choosing the most appropriate worldline and recording it. "The one known as Lovi is a woman who looks like a modern-day professional white-collar worker, and apart from the starry hairpin on her head, she is at odds with the rest of the Celestials in their ancient and abundant dress. In front of her, however, was a book that looked like an ordinary notebook, and a cheap fountain pen worth up to a hundred dollars.

"We should have more resources." The leader of the Celestials uses stated statements.

"But resource points must be consumed at the right time." The woman replied casually. "They have preserved the power of the North Ice, and the new force of this salvation team will not pay a huge price or even consume all the resurrection items because of the first killing. And whether it is to 'record' or 'correct' the reality of the North Ice team, the resources consumed will be much higher than expected, and it will be difficult to ensure the final profit. ”

"But ......"

She added a casual note on another page.

[Deep in the Atlantic, the missing 'Jean Arminius' instinctively devoured Reinhardt's legacy while mortally wounded. The genetic lock realm she had painstakingly suppressed was then out of balance, and she was inevitably stepping into the fourth order and being forced to fully accept the order of the Heavenly Court. Of course, she didn't have no room for resistance—her struggling consciousness actively expelled a large amount of True Ancestor's blood in a hazy way, and the unstable order of reality just absorbed this high concentration of 'immortality' and 'chaos' concepts,]

[A compound meme is then generated, and the killing effect it points to is an incomprehensible chaotic evolution.] Any analysis of the meme is extremely difficult, if not futile. Unless, someone throws more reality interference. 】

The tip of the pen made an image, and the Bloodclan floating in the deep sea let out a silent scream. The form of her girlish posture then lost control, turning into thousands of flesh tentacles that were biting and demanding in all directions. A large amount of blood poured out of the sea of flesh and blood and was swallowed again, and many foreign objects with an ominous aura were released in this struggle, splashing in all directions of the sea.

There is an ominous aura in the depths of the ocean, and a large number of marine animals are constantly fleeing to the outside, but they are all confined by the invisible realm. Soon, the surface of the seabed began to form alienations of varying sizes, rocks turned flesh, and corals grew gills and scales, which was obviously not something that a runaway Fourth Order could do.

"A small gift, I hope you of the Demon Team will like it." Her voice was light and clear.

"Boring." One of the participants of the Tenjin, a young man in a Taoist robe, stood up and left the table. Beside him, several immortal monks departed with him. "All the bells and whistles, all the things that don't matter. It's just a bunch of clowns who jump off the beam, and whatever they do, I can kill them all with a single sword. ”

Behind him floated purple and blue, whispering in response to his will.

"Luo Yinglong." The leader of the Celestials shifts his gaze. "The Great War is coming, and you should repay the counsel for his plans."

"I already respect her, Song Tian." The young man in the Taoist robe stopped slightly. "The heavens have their own reason, and Taiqing Heaven will naturally respect the Origin Heaven as much as he respects Yuqing Heaven. Just as I can tolerate you standing in that position and giving orders instead of doing one, I can stand here and see this monkey show at this time, and I have enough respect for her. ”

"It doesn't make sense at all." He stretched out his hand and pointed in the other direction of the conference room—the Celestials had far more than the twenty attendees, but the vast majority were silent. "Biohazard II is just a warm-up battle, the Middle-earth team may be strong, but how strong can it be? Four highs? Rites? That's the way it is at most, but the will of the heavens has already descended, and it is our mission to encircle and suppress the supreme heavens! ”

"Don't make any of this," his eyes were filled with clouds overflowing, and there were turbidity in them. "Let us go down and establish the beacons of the heavens. When the will of the heavens comes, all the clowns will be erased and the main god will be merged into the heavenly court. Then, the battlefield of the Desolate Heavenly Realm is our destined place. ”

Calles disagreed. The strong golden man clasped his hands to his chest, and the ends of his hair stood up and flashed with electric light. "Rong Shengtian asked Calles to face and defeat all opponents in his way, whether they were strong or weak. Only a coward would selectively ignore the trials ahead of him in favor of a greater purpose. Shame on you, servant of heaven. ”

Luo Yinglong turned his head sharply.

Behind him, the purple and blue color leaped up violently, turning into a deadly glow aimed at the blonde man. And in his own hand, a Yin and Yang Pisces that couldn't stop spinning appeared, and the huge turbid two qi distorted the entire conference hall of the Main God Square.

And his provocateur only sneered, and a fiery aura like a solar flare boiled up from around the strong man who held his hands on his chest, and the waves of pure gold even turned into a wall of qi blocking the Ziqing Twin Swords. And the two are about to collide violently!

It could have been an earth-shattering explosion.

Perhaps it is the curtain of a death match, and the winner and loser will be divided into life and death. But until then—

"Shifangin." Song Tian's face was indifferent, and a voice came out of his lips.

And the next moment, it seems that it can pour out the four seas and smooth out the loneliness of the eight desolations, and the cold field unfolds from a node that no one cares about. And expanded outward at a faster speed than the two of them clashed - the world was stretched out to infinity and distance at this moment, and all those present and the power they possessed seemed to be banished into a vast plane that was absolutely independent and absolutely empty, and could no longer touch anything else.

The sword light failed to hit the wall of air.

The spirit of war and anger were affected by loneliness in an instant.

The sound of the space shattering came out, and the next moment, everyone returned to the main god square of the Celestial Team. Luo Yinglong was still staring at Calles, but the purple and green swords had already returned to his side.

On the other side of the meeting, Luo Wei put the pen down again.

"Song Tian." Luo Yinglong's form gradually faded. "Next time if you want to exercise the power of the leader, it's best to use your own power. Let that stupid woman who treats the big tool of the Lord God as one of the heavens get in the way, and I'll kill her first, and then try your catties. ”

He returned to his seat, his eyes seemingly searching for the node that no one cared about, and wondered if he had captured the target.

He didn't get an answer—he didn't get an answer from the person he expected. The woman named Shifang Yuan Ryuge didn't care about his questioning of her ideas, or rather, the woman didn't listen to anything but the orders of the captain who conformed to the order of the main god, and she was closed off and no one could find her whereabouts. So he had to scold a bad word in his heart, and then disperse the yin and yang fish hidden in the plane between his fingers.

It's off to a good start, and I can't eat it. The sword is not bloodstained.

"You'll see." And Song Tian responded to him. "I have a sword that will give to the devil. There is also a knife, which will be given to Zhongzhou. If after that you are eager to see the way of the Jade Clearing, then you can come to me and receive the third sword. ”

"You'd better do what you say." Luo Yinglong's gaze shifted to Luo Wei.

"Go on your work, followers of Kaos, messengers of the Origin. While I still have patience, do what you have to do well. ”

And his unceremonious only got Luo Wei pursing her lips and smiling.

"As you wish, Ying Long Tianjun." Pen tip, sketch on paper. "But since you call me the messenger of the Origin Heaven. Then you should at least use my honorific name. ”

"Andromeda, Andromeda."