Shelley closed his eyes and faltered.

"I brought something back."

There was remorse in her voice. "I don't want that...... I just want to save everyone. ”

As she was shrouded in the empty yellow robes, the essence of the unborn god touched her with cold fingers. The gaze of the gods always brings something superfluous, which some call a gift, and those who have a clearer understanding of the nature of the Most High a curse.

He told her his first name. Lord of Darkness, master of one of the Eight Winds of Chaos. It is in charge of Encroaching Ruin. It is the purest physiognomy of Chaos, depriving the unfortunate mortal of his mind.

Compared to the desire of the other faces of the Supreme Heaven, it can almost be said to be pure. It has neither hatred nor love, only the instinct to destroy. Before its rolling waves, all things will be reduced to dust, and no one will remember them.

Chaos is born divided, and the gods of destruction are more concerned with fighting each other than they are interested in the present world. They call it the Great Game. Not only are there contradictions between different gods, but even demons who serve the same god are controlled by their contradictory nature. If they hadn't been so obsessed with internal contradictions, I'm afraid that reality would have been eroded long ago.

So that's the horror of the Lord of Darkness. The essence of erosion and destruction is the destruction of chaos. To satisfy his thirst for a creature of reality, the Lord of Darkness will march relentlessly, bridging the chasms of the demons and driving the chaos of Discord towards unification.

At the hour of His true birth, the entire universe will be ablaze. It is not known whether pure subspace will dominate after that, or whether a new world will rise from the ashes of the old world.

That moment will be named: The Time of the End. Now, its footsteps can be heard.

In a drowsy state, a strong hand grabbed her arm and forced her to straighten up. Shelley opened his eyes and saw Neos's calm and determined expression, just as he had when he told her that she was not human a thousand years ago.

"Stand up." He said, "I didn't make you out of groveling. ”

Shelley's trembling slowly stopped. She got back to her feet and let go of Nyos' arm. Even though she has been separated from the other party for thousands of years, she still has a certain unconditional trust. It seems that as long as the other party is still standing, then the reality will be the same.

"Why?" She hears her own voice, both as a remorse for her actions and as a question of Nyos. Why did he know the truth but not tell himself? Even after he already knew their plans?

"I am not a god, nor am I omniscient. By the time I realized the consequences of what you had done, it was already too late. ”

Was it remorse, or guilt, or was it just a glimmer of chaotic energy? She didn't understand, but she chose to believe the other person's words. Because she understands that Neos's love for humanity only grows deeper than herself.

"How can I redeem my foolishness?" Shelley asked, "I've ...... Through the power of the Whispering Enid, the final excavation of the throne behind the Veil was completed. He's already been chosen. Need me to fix it? ”

A hint of regret appeared in Shelley's eyes. But she clenched her fists, suppressing that last trace of hesitation. Both she and Nyos understand the cleanest and most piecemeal solutions, the atrocities that allow the victims to have their souls erased cleanly.

"No, I don't." Neos replied, "Seventeen is just a container. Even if you destroy him, you won't be able to hurt it in the slightest. You need ......."

He went on to say a few words, and the voice invaded Shelley's mind with light and fire. Because of the mystery involved in these few words, blood flowed from the mouth of the oldest Eternal, snaked down the corners of his lips. Whoever speaks and hears such words will pay a price.

These words were once called the words of Enoch, incantations. Their first records were shattered in the Tower of Babel, but the Lord of Humanity still holds their essence. This language is the foundation of the world, the original name of all things, and therefore can carry the truth he spoke.

Shelley froze, her grim face at a loss for the first time. The expression grew more and more cloudy, a mixture of shock, unease, and even guilt, and at last her expression sank completely, with a certain martyr's determination.

After a long time, she finally spoke, with a certain helplessness.

"I will eternally hate this truth, and that you are only telling me now. Then I will listen. ”

"That's good."

Shelley didn't look away, didn't look at him. "Even if it fails...... We can drag the whole galaxy to hell, which is probably the second best outcome. I can't stand the idea that other races will enjoy the fertile soil of our ashes, even for a moment. ”

Neos did not answer. His countenance faded in the winds of chaos, and they were about to wake up, like all dreams.

"You didn't tell me so bitter when you said I didn't have a human soul......"

"I advised you not to be attached to this."

Shelley tugged at the corners of her mouth, her flesh dissolving in the energy of the subspace, turning into pure white light and escaping.

Fogream's face was pleasing to the eye, and Shelley never denied it. But when the face is too close and trying to break his own cervical spine, it's not so pleasant.

The Tech Priest opened his eyes and watched as Fogham leaped back with a blank expression. Before he could run, he was tied up with two appendages and lifted with his head down. Victor's muffled snickering came from the ventilation ducts.

"Ah, Shelley, I'm glad to see you and not some strange demon." Phoenix waved happily. He clearly recognized from the familiar strength and binding method that his old companion had not yet been taken away. "You behaved like a demon host worthy of an extermination order."

"There are so many things on this planet that deserve an extinction order, which do you say?" Shelley tugged at the corners of her mouth and lowered Fogham down a bit.

"Uh-uh......" Vogrim bounced like a fish on a harpoon. Do you have to do this, I don't seem to have done anything wrong this time......"

"When you suspect that I am possessed by a demon, you have not come up with a more efficient way than to twist the neck of a mechanical priest. It looks like the dark spirit's toxins may indeed have residues that are affecting your ability to think. A course of physiotherapy is required. Shelley smiled and slammed the phoenix face down into the floor, listening to the loud sound of steel deformation, and nodded in satisfaction.

Her lips squirmed imperceptibly as she burst into applause from the ventilation ducts.

"But I don't regret it."