The song is like a wind chime, like a clear spring, like a yaoqin.

It's light, but it's extremely penetrating.

The birds of the sky, the beasts of the earth, the insects of the earth, the innumerable creatures, the great and the small, all heard His prayer at that moment.

They are painful, they are twisted, they are mutated.

A scrawny old wolf rolled and struggled on the ground, its head twisted into a ball, and its body was constantly bursting with rotten wounds.

After a while, it stopped moving.

Its internal organs had turned into foul-smelling pieces of flesh, and its lower body had fallen, its bones had been squeezed out of its distorted head without eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, and its muscles had turned into filthy pus, and water had drained from its cracked wounds.

In the end, all that was left was a skin, a faceless, red, bloodstained skin.

The crimson skin swayed and floated, and there were fine nerves and blood vessels swaying under the skin, like a fluttering jellyfish wrist.

The edges of the skin gently swayed and rubbed against each other, uttering a hoarse and strange prayer: "Mi havas neniun vizaon, sed mi bone kantas kaj dancas."

It resembles the gods it believes in.

Even though it is a filthy and filthy pollutant, and He is a noble and immaculate deity, it really resembles Him.

In this land, countless pollutants polluted by the Dijiang River are floating, and in the blink of an eye, countless blood-red ghosts are added to the wasteland, worshipping, praying, and chanting to the gorgeous god in the sky.

And the god Emperor Jiang seemed to be ignorant of all this.

Or perhaps, He saw it, but He never cared.

They professed His only faith for this life, but He never looked at all things that had fallen and corrupted because of Him.

It makes no difference to Him to love Him, to respect Him, to serve Him, or to resent Him, hate Him, or hate Him.

Suddenly, the god Emperor Jiang raised his ribbon-like tentacles slightly.

The black sensing organs at the end of the tentacles turned in one direction in unison.

In the distance, there are small black dots that are rapidly approaching and getting bigger.

It was something of cylindrical steel painted in military green, with a flamejet at the end, a powerful force that propelled it to rapidly approach at four times the speed of sound, flying in its direction.

It flies fast, but it is not a living thing, it is not a living thing, and there is no trace of the existence of an artificial mind, so it does not have any spiritual power attached.

In the eyes of the god Emperor Jiang, it was no different from the stone thrown by the monkey.

So he stretched out his streamer-like tentacles and gently and skillfully grabbed the T-401 long-range missile loaded with a nuclear warhead, but no matter how much the latter's tail flame was sprayed, it could not move a single bit.

There wasn't a lot of fancy movement, and he didn't use any supernatural power, he simply and gently stretched out his tentacles, wrapped around the missile, and that's it.

It's like a person casually waving his hand and pinching a bullet aimed at his temple.

The size of the god Emperor Jiang is not too big, at least not too large among the gods.

It measures about twenty-five meters from the apical umbrella to the terminal tentacles, which is 1.5 times longer than the T-401 long-range missile.

He held the nuclear warhead like a three-year-old holding a pile of giant candy the size of more than half his body.

He hung down his wings to wrap around it, and gently touched the shell of the missile with the black sensing organs at the end of his wrist and foot, as if curious.

And then......

Boom –

The nuclear warhead mounted on the T-401 long-range missile exploded with a bang.

As humanity's most powerful strategic weapon, it is powerful enough to level an entire city.

Now, it was held in the arms of the god Emperor Jiang and exploded.

With such a violent explosion, there should have been a mushroom cloud rising into the sky.

But the god Emperor Jiang was holding it, and even lowered its wings and wrapped it in his body.

As a result, the mushroom cloud created by the explosion seemed to overlap with the jellyfish deity and was completely encased inside the umbrella.

The high temperature, high pressure, and shock wave generated at that moment all fell on his body at all.

Just like a grenade that could have blown up a crater, if it was forcibly sealed in a small sealed box and exploded, the explosion inside the box would only be stronger, bigger, and more violent.

But in other words, if you put on a box that is not very strong, it will have been blown up along with the box itself.

And the god Emperor Jiang happens to be a "very sturdy box".

Those seemingly soft and smooth umbrellas and tentacles are actually stronger than human imagination.

He was not blown to pieces, but swallowed the explosion perfectly.

This explosion without the presence of supernatural power could not actually kill the gods, but that did not mean that it had no effect on the gods.

Just as ordinary bullets can pierce the bodies of pollutants and temporarily stop their movements, the power generated by this explosion burns, tears, and rages wildly in the body of the god Emperor Jiang.

For a brief moment, he was even blown up and lost his ability to sustain the "illusion".

The deity Dijiang, who has lost his "illusion", reveals his true form - a giant red jellyfish that is rotting and riddled with holes.

However, in the next second, after engulfing all the energy generated by the explosion, Di Jiang reverted back to his original beautiful and graceful appearance, and from the appearance, it seemed to be unscathed, and he couldn't see that he had suffered a series of violent explosions at all.

But he did.

There were also some injuries—though they were injuries that could be healed in a blink of an eye.

He was a little angry.

He began to decipher the message contained in nuclear weapons.

In an instant, he knew what it was and all the creatures that came into contact with the bomb, including the raw material miners, the makers, the launchers, and so on—all of which were to blame.

He is a deity, and all things have no secrets before the gods.

Di Jiang spread his four wings, and his thin wings as crystal clear as a dragonfly vibrate, transmitting the song containing special power into the distance.

“Mi havas…”

“… neniun vizaon…”

“… sed mi bone…”

“… kantas kaj dancas.”

Just like when an ordinary person is suddenly bitten by a mosquito and is sucked a little blood, that person will subconsciously slap over and slap the mosquito that dares to bite him, the god Di Jiang also subconsciously spread his wings and slapped back.

He was a little angry, but not too angry.

The mosquito bite was too small to make him angry, and at best it made him slightly dissatisfied.

And his retaliation is like a human being instinctively waving his hand after being bitten by a mosquito.

And after flapping his wings this time, the figure of the god Emperor Jiang suddenly disappeared.

His time to stay in the main space had come.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or not, but this time, the time for the god to stay is still 68 seconds.

(End of chapter)