In the end of the world, I become an immortal alone.

Chapter 295: God-killing Bug
“It’s pretty realistic here.”

Approaching the city below, Number Five's mind whispered.

Wang Jixuan's alien soul responded and looked up. What he saw were white clouds and the light gray sky behind the white clouds that seemed extremely high.

Without the blue sky made of the sea of ​​ghosts, the scenery here is much less beautiful.

'A landscape filled with human lives.'

Taoist Wang murmured in his heart as he and No. 5 slowly sank.

The alien soul felt a weak pulling force. The closer it was to the ground below, the stronger the pulling force became. When they reached the surface and landed on a street on the edge of the city, the alien soul felt "gravity" and was no longer floating when walking.

A breeze blew across my face, and the air carried some of the usual street smells. The gravel ground had some cracks and some smooth areas worn out by the soles of passers-by's shoes.

It really looks like that.

The architectural style here is completely different from that on Earth. Everywhere you look, there are those "square funnels" that are narrow at the bottom and wide at the top. Occasionally, you can see some buildings that are shaped like spiritual spires. There are also some statues here and there, but the faces of the statues have been destroyed.

Wang Jixuan turned his head and looked around, and saw figures hiding in the buildings.

They were cowering, some were already trembling, and about a third of them were already kneeling on the ground, kowtowed continuously, speaking in a 'starry sky dialect' that Wang Jixuan could not understand.

The Taoist priest soon discovered something unusual.

There are no old people or children here. Most of the people here are boys and girls, young men and women, and each of them is handsome and beautiful, each with their own characteristics and beauty.

There is no ugliness.

The two walked forward cautiously. Although most of the figures were afraid, some of them still tried to follow them as if they were watching.

"What are they talking about?" Wang Jixuan asked.

Number Five’s face became more serious.

"It's the official language of our spiritual civilization," Five said softly, "I'm sure this was created by other spiritual practitioners."

"Can you find the spiritualist?"

"It's difficult. I'll talk to them."

Number Five glanced around with a gloomy face.

She was not polite at all. She just raised her hand slightly, and a middle-aged woman in gorgeous clothes hiding on the edge of the spire building was directly captured in front of No. 5.

Number Five grabbed the woman's neck, lifted her up, and then threw her to the ground.

There was a slight gleam behind No. 5's short light yellow hair, and Wang Jixuan 'understood' the language here.

——This ability can be considered an advantage of spiritual civilization.

Number Five asked coldly, "Who is your master?"

The woman answered irrelevantly: "Who are you? This is the sacred kingdom of God! How dare you break in here? Aren't you afraid of being punished by God?"

"Noisy."

Stars flashed in Number Five's eyes, and the middle-aged woman screamed.

Seven or eight men in simple armor jumped out and shouted:

"Who are you!"

"stop!"

Although they kept shouting, they didn't dare to move forward at all.

Although these souls are stronger than ordinary people, it is obvious that they do not have any systematic means of attack. They are just "mortal" beings in this illusion.

Wang Jixuan observed coldly, and tried to extend his spiritual consciousness forward, but the spiritual consciousness released by his alien soul was suppressed within a range of fifty meters around him.

It was the city itself that suppressed him.

Number Five used some other tricks to make the seven or eight men who were close to her and Wang Jixuan also fall to the ground with screams and roll around.

"Don't make me ask you for the third time," Number Five said murderously, "Who is your master?"

"We have no master!"

"The Lord God will punish you!"

"Where is your God King?" Number Five said coldly, "Tell him to come out and see me! You call yourself a God and you even call yourself the God King. You have no shame at all!"

The group of people around were howling and stammering, and it was difficult to provide any useful information.

More and more people gathered from all directions.

Some men and women with weapons appeared here, but they were just mortals in this fantasy world.

However, the spiritual practitioner No. 5 has various means to deal with them, which seem to be the means for spiritual practitioners to control spiritual slaves.

Suddenly, a sigh came from the front.

Spiritual power fluctuations?

Wang Jixuan's soul was ready to take action and looked up at the street ahead.

The middle-aged woman in a golden dress was standing on a rickshaw, and six strong men were pulling the rickshaw, holding a scepter in their hands.

When the leader appeared, the people around him became bolder and surrounded him from all directions.

A woman's voice came from afar:
"Outsiders, where are you from? This kingdom of God has been closed for a long time. We are isolated from the world and do not want to get involved in any disputes. You..."

"Pretending."

Number Five stamped his foot lightly.

A shallow shock wave burst out from under her feet, and the people around her who were trying to gather around were suddenly knocked to the ground.

The middle-aged woman on the frame gently lowered the scepter in her hand, and a curtain of light fell.

She had a confident smile on her face;
But unfortunately, the smile froze immediately after it bloomed. The light curtain was instantly torn apart by the shock wave. The six strong men pulling the cart fell backwards, the frame exploded directly, and the woman in the gorgeous dress fell hard on her butt.

The woman shouted in panic: "Who are you! Your power! This is the power of the Lord God King!"

Number Five couldn't help but grumble, "You're such a wimp and yet you're putting on airs."

Wang Jixuan was happy to have some free time and did not try to persuade No. 5 to stop.

Number Five waved again, and the middle-aged woman was pulled over by her. She grabbed her hair, lifted up her upper body, and said coldly:
"Tell me! Who created this place? What is the name of your God King?"

"me……"

The middle-aged woman trembled and said:
"Who the hell are you!"

"Why is it so difficult to communicate with you?" Number Five was obviously annoyed and was about to take ruthless action.

Wang Jixuan quickly said, "Don't get angry, don't get angry. These souls seem to be very confused. They may really not know anything."

After saying that, a green light burst out from the palm of Wang Jixuan's strange soul and went straight into the forehead of the middle-aged woman.

The woman's eyes suddenly became dull.

Under control in an instant.

"Why not just control her soul... Ask her now, she will answer whatever you ask."

There were several black lines on No. 5's forehead, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch a few times.

Whose methods are more drastic?
"Hurry up, I don't speak your language," Taoist Wang urged.

Number Five nodded and began to ask, "Who is your God King?"

"God King, the God King is dead... How dare we know the God King's name..."

"Dead? How did you die?"

"He was killed... an ugly insect with six wings... it killed the Lord God King... right, right in the Lord God King's palace... I was just a priest chosen by the Lord God King... all the other priests were killed, and I hid in a corner and escaped..."

Ugly bug? Number Five frowned and asked, "What does this bug look like? Draw it."

The priestess lowered her head, bit her finger, and quickly drew a simple picture on the ground.

Even though the picture is a bit messy and the lines are simple, Wang Jixuan and No. 5 can be recognized at a glance.

Gallino.

Only souls can reach here. In other words, it must be the soul of Galino that killed the 'God King'.

"Get up," Number Five said simply, "Start by telling us how you entered this kingdom of God, and tell us everything that happened afterwards. Take us to the place where the King of God was killed."

"Yes Yes……"

The priestess said in a trembling voice.

Wang Jixuan's eyes kept scanning everywhere, and his spiritual sense was also exploring everywhere. Even if it was only fifty meters, it was enough to penetrate the walls of nearby buildings and see the specific structure inside.

People here feel that they are living in a real world.

But there are three things missing:

Death, birth, growth.

Everyone is frozen in one image, with scheduled work every day and enjoying a repetitive and boring life.

Wang Jixuan felt a vague sense of gain in his heart.

This kind of place is quite suitable for enlightenment.

The priestess's name, when translated phonetically, is also a string of musical notes. Wang Jixuan took the first two characters and called her "Hei Si".

Pure transliteration, no negative connotation.

……

The black-silk priestess clearly remembered that she originally lived on a planet where 90% of the surface was covered by ocean, and almost everyone's home was a house floating on the sea.

Their atmosphere is relatively stable and storms generally do not occur. Even if there is a storm, they only need to pray to the patron saint of the planet to get through it safely.

They only do two things in their lives: live well and serve their patron saint.

Heisi was chosen by the temple at a young age because of her good looks and spiritual aura.

She entered the temple at the age of sixteen, and after working as a trainee priest for several years, she finally became a formal priest and had the opportunity to get close to the patron saint for one hour every day.

It was at this time that Heisi discovered that their patron saint was an extremely strong male god with incredible abilities.

One of the tasks of the priests was to meet all the needs set forth by God.

Hei Si had originally dreamed of serving the gods, but she didn't expect that when she got the opportunity, the patron saint would ask her to put on a strange armor and walk behind the kneeling patron saint...

"Stop!"

Number Five's face was filled with disgust:

"Don't share details like that! I have little interest in the quirks of other spiritualists! How did you get here?"

Hei Si trembled a few times and continued to speak...

She took Wang Jixuan and No. 5 to the magnificent palace in the center of the city. The outside was already crowded with people.

As far as Wang Jixuan could see, there were about five or six hundred people.

Hei Si's voice also became a little more trembling.

She talked about the infusion ceremony - different from the infusions on Earth that had more deaths, the infusion ceremony she participated in was where she was directly bestowed with psychic circuits by spiritual practitioners. Although it was painful, it was only the pain of having her body parasitized by the psychic circuits.

A long time after the infusion ceremony, about ten years, several other spiritual practitioners (spirits) came to this planet and discussed something with the spiritual practitioners on this planet.

Then, Hei Si and a group of male and female priests were sent to a pool of blood.

The patron saint said excitedly:

"Congratulations, you have been chosen and will soon enter the Kingdom of God to serve the God King."

'You will have eternal life, true eternal life, without any worries, no need to worry about hunger, no pressure, no need to work... Of course, you have to serve the God King carefully, he is our mentor.'

'Oh, by the way, you can study art. I hope you can become great artists.'

The guardian god snapped his fingers, and his priests experienced an extremely painful death. When the priests opened their eyes, they had already arrived here.

Heisi whispered, "There were more than sixty of us who participated in the ceremony of advancement to the Kingdom of God, but only three of us made it here."

"Twenty to one?"

Number Five murmured:

“The selection of souls should be completed before the death ceremony, which means that this group of spiritual practitioners may have created about twenty blissful sky tents in a batch?

"By the way, the number of the first batch of pillar blade beasts seems to be... sixteen?

"In other words, they are secretly creating a paradise that can give people eternal life under the guise of creating a fully automatic war machine."

Wang Jixuan looked at the palace complex that was getting closer and closer in front of him, and whispered, "Ask her if she heard their previous discussions."

Number Five did as he was told;

The priestess with black silk recalled for more than ten seconds. She just followed everyone to serve the gods and heard some conversations. It was very brief...

"Will the Wings of Light agree? Many of the awakening circuits that Sky Curtain needs are monopolized by them."

"We have to agree to this, our plan has progressed to this point, and the instructor doesn't have much time left."

'Should we let them get involved as well?'

"It seems that this is the only way. I will go and talk to them again."

'It's a bit depressing that the instructor spent so much time verifying this technology and shared it with them for nothing. '

"Look at it optimistically. This technology will benefit our civilization. As long as it can be popularized, everyone will have eternal life and will have power several times stronger than it does now."

Probably that's it.

By the time the black-silk priest finished repeating all this, they had already arrived in front of the palace complex.

There is no need to elaborate on the magnificence and splendor of this place;
But in Wang Jixuan's eyes, this was nothing more than an illusion. As long as he set up an illusion array, he could create all kinds of abstract scenes.

Not worth mentioning.

"The place where the Lord God King was killed is in front, behind the twelve pillars of the main hall."

The black silk priest whispered:

"There's a force hanging over there, and if we get close we'll be pushed back."

Wang Jixuan and No. 5 looked at each other, and No. 5 suddenly grabbed the black silk priestess and put her directly in front of him.

The two of them, one an alien soul and the other a mental body, were very careful at this moment.

As he got a little closer, Wang Jixuan's spiritual consciousness saw a somewhat shocking scene.

Behind the twelve white jade pillars, the palace that should have been luxuriously decorated was in a mess. The ground and walls were covered with blood, and there were pieces of bones on the ground. Countless marks of chopping could be seen on the ground, and there was an area where the marks of chopping were particularly dense.

A layer of light grey film covered the surroundings of the hall.

Wang Jixuan seemed to see that there was a Garino here, stepping on the soul of an old man, slashing down with its blade limbs frantically, chopping the old man into pieces...

Ok?
Wang Dao felt a dull pain in the corners of his eyebrows, and his spiritual sense was throbbing slightly.

He turned his head sharply and looked at the stone pillar at the far edge of the left.

Beside the stone pillar;
A gray shadow appeared at some point and just stood there quietly, with six thin wings spread out behind it.

(End of this chapter)