The sacred realm belonging to the Weeping Angel was burning under Qin Zheng's gaze.

The magnificent statue is leaning, collapsing.

The black fog is dissipating, and the monsters that hide in the darkness flee in screams.

The whole world is being assimilated.

The imposing gate was slowly crumbling.

A roar of pain came from an extremely distant place.

Ancient, absurd, but full of power and rage.

Qin Zheng's gaze crossed the endless dimensions and space, and followed the place where the voice came from, and saw what was behind the weeping angel.

The growth of the fire made his power stronger and stronger.

Even if you look directly at those ancient and mysterious beings, it will not have the slightest effect.

The one who made the roar is hard to describe in words.

Its body was incomparably large, squeezing and occupying countless planes, extending in all dimensions that mortals could not perceive.

The hollowed-out black planet was as small as dust in front of it.

His body was tumbling and boiling, like slimy black asphalt.

Eyes as large as planets grew out of the body and disappeared.

Countless pitch-black, moth-eaten planets swirled around the monster.

There are also countless corpses that revolve around it.

Together, they make eerie, ethereal rhythms.

These melodies converge into a piece of music that echoes eternally.

Singing by the corrupted celestials and the dead.

This is the truth of the Crying Angel Divine Realm.

The corpses that float between the celestial bodies and the monsters are the creatures that claim to have entered the eternal heaven.

They ascended to the gods, and in a strange way merged with the eternal god.

Dante's eyes looked at the presence behind the Weeping Angel.

If I'm not mistaken, this guy should be the supreme god worshipped by the hermitage.

An evil god cannot have only one race as a believer.

They are capable of exerting influence over many races at once.

And don't be delusional that evil gods will bridge the gaps and divisions between these races.

To the gods, believers are more than nourishment, shepherded lambs.

The difference between different races may be that this race is sheep, that race is dogs, and that race is chickens.

Will the farmer find a way to make the chickens, ducks, sheep and dogs live together harmoniously and then move towards a better life?

No!!

All the farmer cares about is the harvest.

Anything else, they don't care.

Only the stupidest chickens, ducks and sheep would think that a farmer would love them across races, across identities, across everything.

Love can only be born between the same race.

The only ones who can protect the wolves are the wolves themselves.

If a wolf goes to worship the tiger and the lion, thinking that the lion and the tiger will protect the wolves, it is too simple.

No matter how strong the tiger and lion are, they will only bite the she-wolf to death and take the young wolf away.

Cruelty is the true nature of the universe, and absurdity is the essence of the universe.

Many people have the impression that God is a very sacred word.

The word angel has always represented beauty and kindness.

However, all this is nothing more than a lie.

The true angel represents never the good, but the terrifying, the twisted.

They look like demons, and they're even more infiltrating.

The myth of humanity hides a glorified truth.

It's like those myths, they're told to be romantic.

But that's just a by-product of the tides of subspace.

When the power of subspace overpowers the power of reality, psionic energy will flood and people will easily gain supernatural abilities.

The so-called transcendent awakening, the age of mythology has begun.

Various myths and stories of later generations were also born during this period.

When the subspace ebb out, people's psionic talents will also be suppressed, and supernatural power will slowly disappear.

The myth is over, Ragnarok is twilight, and the age of the end of the law begins.

If one looks closely at the time and origin of those stories, they will find that civilizations in different regions are so similar in the time when those myths were created.

Every myth has its own source, and they are not empty legends, nor are they human fantasies and reverence for nature.

It is just a piece of history, a distorted history that has been passed down by word of mouth and then deliberately embellished by those who have a heart.

The monastic church was born out of the Christianity of the primitive age of mankind.

The Ten Days of Natural Disaster, Moses' Separation of the Seas, and the Coming of Christ all have their own archetypal stories.

But they are not pretty, and when miracles are performed, they are often accompanied by bloody sacrifices.

Because if you want to leverage the power of subspace, you must sacrifice.

These stories tend to be glorified by people out of selfish desires or by rulers for their own status, which makes them far from what was originally written.

The habit of human sacrifice continued until the Industrial Age.

At the ebb and flow of the tides in subspace, human civilization picked up something called science and reason for the first time, freeing itself from a state of ignorance and ignorance.

Unfortunately, they also discarded the old legends and thought they were just nonsense.

They live in an age when the veil of subspace and reality has been strengthened, and the supernatural psychic has weakened like never before, stubbornly believing that all myths and stories are fantasy rather than reality.

As mankind entered the industrial age, coupled with the criticism of the gods.

There is no reverence for those myths.

The images of angels and gods are personified, so that they have the image of holiness and light, beautiful and handsome skins, and always wave elegant wings.

In fact, in many mythological original records, the images of gods and angels have always been terrifying.

They have multiple heads, multiple eyes, and bodies that are not human.

Rather, it is ring-shaped, spherical, and can even be described as odd-shaped.

The gods are real, but humans are insignificant in the universe.

Will a farmer become a sheep for the sake of the sheep in the sheepfold?

No!!

The gods do not deliberately change the image of human beings, nor do they focus on humans.

After the tides of subspace receded, ignorant descendants glorified those ancient beings.

Feel like the whole universe revolves around them.

I think if there really are gods in this universe.

must have licked their faces one by one to experience life in the human world, and even cried and shouted that they wanted to fall in love with humans.

If that happens, it's like a farmer putting a baby ewe in his tent.

Just thinking about it makes people's scalp tingle, nauseous and nauseous, how can there be even a little happiness and joy?

Gods are real, but they are not what humans imagine they are.

Qin Zheng stared at the Supreme God behind the Crying Angel's Divine Realm.

The other party must have been around for a very long time.

The impact on human beings is estimated to have begun since primitive times.

The organizations headed by the hermitage are the devout followers of this existence.

Those madmen are bent on ascending to God and pursuing the eternal kingdom of heaven.

I longed to be able to ascend to the gods, to be able to become eternal and immortal beings, just like those old days, gods, and ancient races, until the real universe collapsed, reincarnated again, and collapsed again.

As for why they are so crazy and think that they can succeed, it may be because they have come into contact with the ancient race of Weeping Angels.

The Weeping Angels may be the family created by the Most High God.

It may also be the race of ancient times, worshipping the supreme god and then ascending to the gods.

After sublimation, they become weeping angels and gain eternity and immortality.

The Weeping Angels are, in a way, already a subspace race.

In order to be able to move in reality, he has the weakness of collapsing into a sculpture when observed, but he also has the advantage of not being able to be damaged.

In a way, the Weeping Angel is a successful monastery.

They have been blessed by the Most High God and transformed into immortal beings.

The ancient races that have survived to this day are all inextricably linked to the gods.

To put it simply, it is the race that has been accepted by the gods as dogs that can stand until now.

Qin Zheng actually understood the mentality of those transcendentals.

In the face of the temptation of eternal immortality, the interests of the race are indeed not worth mentioning.

What does it matter if the flesh and blood are muted or the soul is distorted!!

This universe is so crazy, so chaotic.

To be alive is the only purpose.

Anything else will be completely erased by the flow of time.

Legendary stories, heroic sacrifices, stubborn struggles in despair.

There have been countless stories in the universe, around those gods, around those brilliant races and civilizations.

Eventually, they were swept into the garbage heap of time, never to be cared for again, and no sapient beings knew about it.

Understanding is understanding, Qin Zheng will still kill them without hesitation.

Those guys have their interests, and Qin Zheng also has his own interests.

The galaxy is too crowded, it's enough to have one.

The other beings will either get out of the way or be killed by themselves.

As for the existence of those who followed other gods, Qin Zhengcai didn't care if they were good or bad.

All he had to do was clean them out completely.

Take control of the galaxy in your own hands.

Qin Zheng, who was sitting on the throne, stretched out his hand and stroked through the void.

The raging flames erupted as he moved.

This is a rare opportunity for Qin to take away the origin of the Weeping Angel and a part of the realm of the Most High God.

The Weeping Angel Lord who defeated Dante sensed a dangerous force descending across the subspace and descending into the sacred realm belonging to the Weeping Angel.

The flaming warriors were constantly coming out of the cracks.

Wielding a sword, he kills the weeping angels in the realm.

Desperate mental fluctuations reverberated throughout the realm space.

"No!!" The Weeping Angel Lord watched everything around him, and his tone was full of despair.

Once this realm is destroyed, the Weeping Angels will suffer unimaginable losses, perhaps millions, tens of millions, or even billions of years, before their race reappears in the universe.

Allowing these humans to enter the realm of racial constructs may be the biggest mistake.

But that's not all.

Something is being severed.

Once the other party succeeds, the Weeping Angels will fall into a place of no return.

They will never have a chance to come back again.

It tries to do something, but this is a war that belongs to the Most High.

Even if it had already attained immortality and eternity, it was not qualified to join a war of that level.

Nothing can be done other than an impotent scream.

An angry roar came from the depths of the subspace.

Two terrifying wills are clashing, dueling.

On the other side, Dante, who had been blessed by the great power of the God Emperor, felt that his body was full of power again.

His longsword was also repaired in the flames, resuming the sound of a crackling force field.

Those obscure runes emitted a glimmer.

"This is your end." Dante raised his sword, repaired by the power of the Emperor, and confronted the weeping angel from before, "This is also the end of your cursed race." ”

The weeping angel smiled sinisterly.

Dante didn't see the other speak, but the other's blasphemous voice sounded in his ears.

"It's not us who are cursed, it's you, humanity. Weeping angels have existed for countless years, and we are careful to maintain the balance of the universe and ourselves in what we say and do. But you are not, you are destroyers, and you serve the cursed. One day, the universe will be trampled and destroyed by you. You have always been the truly cursed and rejected race, and you have broken the unspoken rules that keep the universe running. ”

Dante's face did not change at all, and the words of the enemy were not trustworthy.

He raised his sword and rushed at the enemy.

The Weeping Angel Lord let out a piercing and sharp scream, then flailed his wings and slammed into Dante.

The collision between the claws and the long sword stirred up a terrifying sound.

The fierce battle between the two sides was very fierce.

But Dante is completely different from just now, he is full of endless vitality and strength.

He felt that he could fight with the other party from the beginning of time to the end of time.

Geralt, Triss and the others also had the upper hand at this time.

The Weeping Angels were crushed after the arrival of the Flame Legion.

More and more areas of the Black Mist have been transformed into worlds of fire.

The flesh wriggling on the ground was also incinerated in the flames, turning into flying ashes.

"We cannot be destroyed, and we will come back again." The voice of the Weeping Angel Lord exploded in the air, and he waved his claws to dismember Dante completely.

But it was blocked by Dante's long sword, which jerked him away.

The Weeping Angel Lord held out a hand.

The space near that hand distorted, and there was a strange glow.

Dante slashed his outstretched hand with a sword, but something had already formed.

Dante only felt that his body was stretched and kneaded like dough, and his senses were also disturbed.

Wait until he's back to normal again.

He's no longer on the battlefield.

Instead, they were sent to a desolate planet, where the dilapidated machinery was buried by the wind and sand.

"Where am I??"

Dante looked around.

It was a desolate place, with only yellow sand, billowing dust, and rusty machinery as far as the eye could see.

"Geralt, Geralt, can you hear me?"

"Triss? Triss? ”

"Yurid? Yurid? ”

"Lawson?"

“.”

Dante called the names one by one.

But none responded.

And there is no signal at all on the channel.

"Illusion, or something else??"

Dante's face turned ugly, he was just gaining the upper hand.

It was sent here.

The enemy's abilities are really too weird.

Now, how should I go back!!

Keen intuition alarmed him, and Dante turned his head to look over and saw that it was a man wearing a robe and wrapping himself all over.

"Hey, the God Emperor is above, I've finally found you."

Dante frowned and clenched the sword in his hand.

"Who are you?"

The comer took out an emblem with flames wrapped around the clock.

This reassured Dante, but he still didn't let his guard down.

"Imperial Time Court, Time 9527."

The comer withdrew the emblem and took off his robe, revealing a storm-beaten face.

"I've never heard of your department, when did the empire set up the Time Court??"

"There are many things you don't know, this is the will of the God Emperor, he needs someone to maintain the timeline of the human race, so that someone does not cause destruction and cause the human race to wither and die. The subspace guys are so bad that humans have to be careful enough to protect themselves. ”

"While you were being sent here by the Weeping Angels, we detected anomalous time fluctuations in the human timeline. I've spent a few days pinpointing your location. ”

"I've just come here." Dante said coldly.

"Time is a complex thing that is difficult to explain. The only thing I can tell you is that our time is different, you stay here for ten minutes, but when you go back, you will be where you are, and time does not flow. ”

Hearing the other party's words, Dante frowned slightly.

"Where is that now? When?? ”

"You don't need to know this, now what you have to do is go back and complete your mission." Time 9527 said, pulling out a pocket watch, "We've got to go to a safe place and get you back, those bugs are coming, you won't want to face them." ”

"What bug??"

"You don't need to know that, you just need to know that I can bring you back safely." Agent 9527 fiddled with the pocket watch in his hand, and Dante felt the same disgusting feeling as he had just been.

"Let's go." Agent 9827 points to the distorted space ahead.

Dante hesitated, but walked in.

"Those things are really haunting." Agent 9527 also stepped into the distorted space.

The desolate world is empty again.

However, some creatures visited shortly after Dante and his departure found nothing, and could only writh hungrily, similar to the sound of the wind.

Creatures in the universe and subspace need to eat, some need water, protein and sugar supplements, some need soul and flesh, and some will devour space and time.

Some creatures wander the past, looking for anomalous fluctuations in time to nourish themselves.

After wandering for a long time, and making sure that they had found nothing, they left, leaving the world desolate and lifeless again.

The Weeping Angel Lord saw Dante disappear, and his hideous face was about to smile a little.

Although he was injured, he solved the biggest trouble.

Dante reappeared, swinging his sword into its body.

"No, today is the day of your destruction." Dante made up word for word what he should have said a few days ago.

The Weeping Angel leader looked horrified and incredulous.

Why can Dante go back from the past!!

Isn't it enough for humans to just seize control of reality? Still thinking about seizing control of space and time??

The Weeping Angel Lord wants to say something.

But Dante didn't give it another chance, and the flames spread along his hand, covering the other party's body, and began to assimilate the origin of the Weeping Angel.

The Weeping Angel Lord's eyes widened in horror.

It felt its power running out fast.

And at this time, the whole field is also collapsing.

From the depths of the subspace came the Bitter Lord's angry roar, stirring up a raging aetheric storm.

But the sacred realm belonging to the Weeping Angel is stripped of the realm of the Most High God.

was bitten down by Qin Zheng fiercely.

Dante began to absorb the origin of this realm like a black hole, completely destroying the Weeping Angels.

The weeping angel in front of him withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, turned into a sculpture, and then turned into sand and fluttered.

The Matrix of the Weeping Angel possesses indestructible properties precisely because it is somewhere between reality and illusion.

And now, none of them are there.

Qin Zheng's field is also undergoing drastic changes.

Underneath the pedestal of the throne, the image of a weeping angel with broken wings appeared.

A sculpture of Dante slaying the Weeping Angel appears in the field.

The sacred realm was stripped away and distorted by Qin Zheng.

The indestructible nature of the Weeping Angel's matrix disappears.

The black fog that shrouded Port City 03 quickly dissipated, revealing its original appearance.

The weeping angels are dying fast, too.

Even if they are not watched, they turn into sculptures, and when they are blown by the wind, countless winds and sand drift into the vast void and disappear.

Dante and the others fall out of the realm between reality and fantasy, and they stand on the ground of Cape Town's port city of 03.

Although a little embarrassed, the Weeping Angel was settled for good.

Dante was the one who benefited the most from their group.

He absorbed the Immortal Origin of the Weeping Angel Clan's elevation.

It is this immortal origin that has allowed the Weeping Angel to survive from the beginning of the universe to the present.

With the help of this, Dante has undergone an essential metamorphosis.

This made Qin Zheng, who was secretly trading, very satisfied.

While hunting these ancient creatures, it can also continuously enhance the strength of the human side in the subspace, forming a contrast of combat power between the advantages of one and the other.

The Weeping Angel is just the beginning of a plan to kill the gods.

Although this race is ancient and immortal, it is not a top-notch and powerful race.

There are countless dependents under the command of the gods, and it will be a long struggle to win a complete victory.

However, one day, the galaxy will definitely be his alone.

Back in the real world, the communication that had been blocked returned to normal.

A flood of information poured into the databases of Dante, Triss, Rosen.

The Weeping Angel destroys with the destruction of the realm.

Cape Town Port City 03 is back in human hands.

The city is not very badly damaged, and as long as a group of colonists are brought over, it will be able to resume operation.

When they looked at the data briefing, the information sent by Ulred was given the highest priority, ahead of many reports.

The tone of the Imperial Rear Admiral was full of excitement.

"The latest news, the God Emperor has recovered on his birthday. I really don't understand what those ants think, how dare they provoke him when our emperor is in charge of supreme power. ”

Yurid's words made everyone who had escaped death look at each other and smiled.

For the supreme power of the God Emperor, they have experienced it firsthand.

The galaxy will definitely belong to mankind, and in the face of the will of the God Emperor, even the gods are just chickens and dogs.

A roar rang out.

The transport boat that had come to pick up the crowd appeared in the sky.

It slowly descended and opened the hatch.

"Let's go, go back. We still have more to do. ”

Dante was the first to step out, no longer solemn and sad, only feeling endless power flowing in his body.

He has to perform more duties until he dies, and he will never fail His Majesty.

The others followed Dante through a battle in the evil realm of the Weeping Angel.

Their loyalty to the God Emperor will never waver in the slightest.

For the rest of their lives, they will take on endless responsibilities to accomplish His great work.

With the help of Imperial reinforcements brought by Two-B.

The original equilibrium between the First Expeditionary Force and the Carat parasite was disrupted.

Wang Ben took the Kaiyang Galaxy very smoothly in one go, and also took advantage of the great victory to take the Yuheng Galaxy.

So far, three of the seven major waterway hubs in the Big Dipper Star Domain have fallen into the hands of the Galactic Empire.

Wang Ben and the others did not stop, and immediately drove towards the Tianquan Galaxy non-stop.

Once the Galactic Empire captures the four Channel Hubs, the Nakra Parasite's dominance will be sliced to pieces.

At that time, the carat parasite will just become a doll in the adult hall, and you can get it as you want.

The First Expeditionary Fleet, led by the Holy Judge, soon arrived in the Tianquan System from the Yuheng Galaxy.

When she jumped out of the subspace, Elsa immediately asked people to turn on the detection system, ready to understand the enemy's situation and prepare for battle.

However, the scanned scene made all the high-ranking members of the expeditionary force look solemn.

The carat parasite's investment in the Tianquan galaxy far exceeds that of the three galaxies of Shaguang, Kaiyang, and Yuheng.

The entire star has been covered in some kind of strange flesh and blood.

Flesh and blood ties across the void, connecting planets and stars to form an intricate web.

Magnificent living fortresses are connected to a vast network.

Seeing this terrifying scene, Wang Ben once felt that reality no longer existed, and reason no longer existed.

Everything that happened in the Tianquan galaxy is exaggerated,

The flesh that covers the planet is the most brutal trampling on the rules of the real universe.

"It's a blast." As the head of intelligence, Finniu stared dumbfounded at the psionic detection meter and life fluctuation detection meter in front of him.

The pointer has crossed its highest peak.

The readings are so large that they can't even be displayed.

This strange scene made the First Expeditionary Force maintain an eerie silence.

The ships were assembled in formation, and instead of advancing, they were suspended in the void.

Strategic's room.

All the top echelons of the expeditionary force were summoned here.

Everything that happened in the Tianquan Galaxy was too terrifying.

They can't be careless.

The projections float on the strategic round table, changing.

Massive amounts of data jump and float on the interface.

Electrostatic-like beams of light outline the entire Cape Town galaxy in the dim air.

"What's in there? Why are psionic readings and life readings so exaggerated!! ”

Wang Ben's tone also revealed a rare trace of jealousy and unease.

"Probably those ancient carat parasites." Based on her own knowledge and experience of Carat parasites, Elsa gave a more reasonable answer.

"It's true that the carat parasites are psionic races, but they are still real races, even if the psionic energy is exaggerated, they will never be exaggerated to this extent, and the strength of the life force is not in line. There's something else in that flesh. ”

"I have a guess."

Morton, who is in charge of the technical field, stepped forward.

His voice came from a mechanical skull suspended behind him.

Morton's spine was connected to a number of data cables, some of which ended in floating mechanical skulls.

With the increase of mechanical prosthetics, Morton's body became more and more bloated.

The lower body no longer uses its limbs, but instead uses a levitation platform or a track to keep itself moving.

Wang Ben looked at Morton, and the other party's appearance made him a little uncomfortable.

But he still didn't show anything unusual, just asked with unusual calm

"What conjecture?"

"That thing in the Tianquan galaxy is most likely an aether dragon egg."

Morton uttered an answer that stunned everyone.

Elsa frowned, "Do you know what you're talking about?" That's ridiculous, isn't it!! ”

"I know, captain."

Morton's voice didn't fluctuate in the slightest from questioning.

As always, he remained mechanical and calm, and did not hear any mood swings.

Mechanical tentacles protrude from his body.

A few clicks on the projection screen in front of everyone opens up a whole new interface.

"You don't know anything about the Aether Dragon to think my words are ridiculous. If you can get a fully formed Aether Dragon, then the enemy has one of the most terrifying Void weapons that can easily destroy a world, even a star system. ”

"The Aethersaurus, an ancient race, claims to be as old as the universe. Before the cosmic cycle even began, the first Aether Dragon was born. The fully embodied Aetherosaurus possessed dragon scales that were as hard as neutron star materials, making them extremely strong and difficult to destroy. ”

"At the end of the Human Alliance, the Big Dipper was attacked by an Aether Dragon that ran out of subspace. In order to stabilize the situation, the top of the alliance was forced to draw troops from all over the country to encircle and suppress the ether dragon, and the assembled army seized the weak period when the ether dragon lay eggs before killing it completely, but that battle also completely buried the last military force of the human alliance. Since then, the storm of the Eternal Night Crisis has been out of control, and various places have rebelled one after another, and the Koplu, Blackstone, Sith and other star sectors all rebelled at that time, overthrowing the local human alliance regime and becoming local warlords. ”

"With the collapse of the human alliance and the raging crisis of the eternal night, the places occupied by these warlords, if not affected by the storm, would have become fragmented civilizations. Although the Human Alliance was at the end of its stage at the time, and there were problems everywhere, it still maintained its strong strength. If the Human Alliance loses its last military strength, and there is no longer the power to suppress rebellions in various places, you can imagine the horror of the Aether Dragon. ”

"It is said that the place where the Alliance fleet and the Aether Dragon fought was not far from the Tianquan Galaxy, and presumably its eggs would not be too far away. Worth so much for the carat parasite, I'm afraid the only thing is the egg laid by the aetheric dragon in the first place. ”

8,200 words, if there are typos, you can directly correct the error.

I wrote 9527 later, and then I wrote about what happened in the past few days when Dante was sent back.

Write about the First Expeditionary Force first.

(End of chapter)