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Xue's Law feels that the logic of the Mimicry King is very problematic; it seems that He has become somewhat...

extreme?

He could confirm that the one before him was indeed the Mimic King, but something had changed in the essence of the Mimic King. Xue's Law could clearly sense that it seemed to be the logic of thinking about problems, or something else entirely.

If it were the previous Mimic King, He would never have entrusted this matter to Himself. Instead, He would have created a group chat, explained the situation to everyone, and worked together to solve the problem.

Now, He is directly arranging things for Him with the idea that "this is the only way you can do it now."

Mimic King, you bastard!

Compared to before, where exactly did the Mimic King go wrong?

The only step is to become a god.

The Mimic King has become a god, and is currently only stuck on the final step of reaching the end of the warp. Once this step is completed, He will become a true god, no different from the real King.

This made Xue Dinglu feel as if becoming a god had turned the Mimic King into something else entirely.

However, he soon had no time for such things. The Mimic King spoke very quickly, as if he were making arrangements for his own funeral as soon as possible, constantly telling Xue Dinglu what to do next.

“Your power is indeed very weak after removing the void, but I will pave the way for you. The Lord of the Mist is already seriously injured. According to my calculations, He must be in a bad state right now. He is either hiding somewhere and silently licking his wounds, or…”

"He will exploit the population even more to produce the fruit of the divine tree for his own recovery! Time is running out, and so are we. Don't hesitate to eat the scraps of flesh from the Lord of the Mist. I will provide you with power from my very source."

"The power of the God of Order!" The Mimic King's words gave Xue Lude no chance to refute, and he spoke directly.

This, on the contrary, allowed Xue's Law to better understand His current state; it wasn't that the Mimic King had changed, but rather...

After becoming a god, the last trace of humanity and relationship that the Mimic King had established with the Starfleet seemed to have completely shattered. Now, He had become a machine composed purely of reason and goals...

The one we see now is less a mimicking sovereign and more like the God of Order that He speaks of!

Everything is for the sake of order. For the sake of order, even if a child he watched grow up disobeys him, even if he is his own relative or friend, the current Mimic King seems capable of killing him without hesitation.

Xue Dinglu understood instantly, but in fact, a strange emotion suddenly welled up in his heart, which seemed to be a kind of...sadness? Or some other complex emotion.

Because he seemed to realize that the Mimic King might die forever, and the one who survived would be the God of Order, no longer the Mimic King who treated the Starship Legion as his own children and the other Kings' creations as his own younger brothers and sisters.

Is this the price of becoming a god?
A strange sadness welled up in Xue Dinglu's heart, even though reason told him that now was not the time to be sentimental and that he should improve himself and solve the problem as soon as possible.

Perhaps, in the eyes of other family members, I once became just like the current Mimic King...

Thinking this, Xue Dinglu didn't hesitate and picked up the flesh and blood of the Lord of the Mist...

"So, you want me to eat this piece of meat directly?" Xue Dinglu didn't ask about side effects or anything like that, because at this moment, the Mimic King, or rather the God of Order, seemed to be only thinking about killing the Lord of Mist, and therefore not considering anything else.

Side effects are inevitable.

The Mimic King took the piece of meat from his hand, and in the next instant, the piece of meat gradually melted in his hand, turning into a viscous blood-like substance.

“Drink it, and you will gain the power of order. Although it is abrupt, I am truly sorry about this. If I had a choice, I would not have put you under such pressure.” After the Mimic King finished speaking, he stared intently at Xue Dinglu. “My consciousness is about to fall into a deep sleep.”

"How should I use it?" Xue Dinglu took the blood from his hand.

“Drink it all. It will gradually transform your body, granting you the power to fight the Lord of the Mist head-on, and at the same time bestowing upon you the authority of order.” The Mimic King said, seemingly seeing into the future, adding, “You will drink it if you don’t want to regret it in the future because you don’t have enough power.”

Then, as if it had completely crashed, it lay stiffly on the ground, motionless.

His consciousness entered a dormant state, and he didn't know when he would wake up again. At the same time, Xue Lude didn't know whether the last person he saw was the Mimic King or the Order God who had essentially become something else.

However, Xue Dinglu still looked at the strange bottle of blood in his hand.

This blood was made from the flesh and blood of the Lord of the Mist, and mixed with the power of the Mimic King. Now may be Xue Lude's last chance to choose: either drink this blood or wait for the Lord of the Mist to appear and force him to fight before making a choice.

To everyone's surprise, Mother Earth immediately sounded the alarm and hurriedly said, "Ah Xue, someone you know is coming to ask for help!"

"Who?" Xue Dinglu immediately looked puzzled.

Who else needs help? The Starfleet wouldn't be able to reach me for help. As for the masquerade, well, no one would dare to be crazy enough to attack the masquerade, even though my fellow sufferers seem like crazy people who only know how to have fun all day and keep saying "Smailo Smailo".

But if you really provoke them, they can all transform into human-shaped cosmic voids when they take off their masks. They are born with the power of nothingness, and if this power were to self-destruct, even the Lord of the Mist might be overturned.

"Artemis, the moon goddess, has asked you for help because her world is under invasion," Mother Earth said, then paused, but continued, "She said the invaders are... the Apostles!"

"Crack!" Xue Luding's neck cracked violently, and he looked at Mother Earth in disbelief.

The apostles...aren't they all dead? Only myself, the 10th apostle, and the 11th apostle remain...

Xue also learned about the 10th Apostle's information. Her real name was Chaos, and she could be considered Athena's "daughter." She herself was the administrator of that "Eden."

The 11th Apostle is a war fanatic who believes in power, but according to Xue's Law, he is not the type to actively invade others.

However, if it were an invasion by an apostle, the only one Xue's Law could think of was the 11th apostle.

However, even if Chaos's authority is not in terms of power, he should not be weaker than the 11th Apostle, right?

Xue's Law completely disregarded the other apostles, because the other apostles were either killed by Xue's Law or had already been imprisoned in the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse by the Mimic King, and were probably still struggling under the dual torment of the Mimic King and the Void.

It is also possible that they have been completely assimilated by the mimicry of the sovereign or by nothingness.

"Let's go!" Xue Dinglu didn't say much, but looked at the blood of the Lord of the Mist in his hand.

"You don't want to regret it later because you don't have enough power, do you?"

The last words of the Mimic King echoed in his mind again. It seemed that He had foreseen the current situation and thus spoke those words directly.

Looking at the blood in his hand, Xue Dinglu finally stopped hesitating. He took the blood and drank it all in one gulp. He felt nothing, not even the smell of blood; it was as if scalding lava had entered his throat, and then all the muscles in his body began to twitch and twitch.

However, Xue Dinglu was no longer able to savor this change, and instead said directly, "Let's go!"

……

Meanwhile, in another region of shallow subspace, a place undiscovered by anyone, lies the location of the Lord of the Mist.

"Damn it, I need to breed more, more!"

"The power of the divine tree, power, quickly devour more humans!"

"I want to possess you! I want to possess you!"

Twisted and bizarre words echoed here, and at this moment, the Lord of the Mist looked at the six faces on his body. He understood that the six people he had nurtured in the Mist Council were all dead.

Even though they were one of the creations of the gods He had made, and one He believed was most likely to become a god, after so many years He gradually realized that He wanted them to become gods and thus be imprisoned at the end of the warp, but that was not what they thought. They wanted to obtain the power of gods, but did not want to stay at the end of the warp and be accompanied by nothingness forever.

This is also because the Starfleet discovered part of the truth about the end of the warp, which led these people to have inappropriate thoughts.

Therefore, the Lord of the Mist can only let these hopeless individuals play their final role by paving the way for the Mimic King's ascension to godhood with these corpses.

However, to his slight surprise, those people, realizing they couldn't escape, actually tried to drag him down with them.

He had to strip them of their power, which led to the current backlash.

Now, the Lord of the Mist's body is extremely distorted. One of his few remaining halves is still shrouded in mist, like a monster forever enveloped in black fog, while the other half is covered with six faces.

Those were the faces of the First to the Sixth Apostles!
They were densely packed on the right side: one on the shoulder, one on the chest, one on the abdomen, one on the thigh, one on the arm, one on the back...

The six faces emitted increasingly distorted sounds, and the Lord of the Mist realized that these were the pawns he had nurtured, now dead, and the backlash from the power he had stripped away was now coming upon him.

The authority of “creation” is His power. Since the creation of the gods 40 billion years ago, this is an authority that He created entirely on His own, without the support of any warp evil gods.

The creation of all things includes the creation of gods!

"No, one god of order is not enough. I want more, to create more gods..."

"At the edge of the subspace, place even more divine positions..."

"I want to create new gods... If others can't do it, I'll become a god myself... I want to create gods, I want to create gods..." He seemed to keep muttering, and all seven faces on his body emitted distorted sounds.

"We want fruit! We want fruit!"

"My children are so thirsty!"

The distorted voice rang out again, and even the Lord of the Mist could not control the backlash from these powers, but He only murmured, "Go and create the next true god..."

He had never had such thoughts before, but now he wonders, why should he create a god?

I would never have had such a thought before, because before it even occurred, it would naturally be replaced by the idea of ​​"recreating a god".

But why do I have this idea of ​​rebelling against the Heavenly Gang?
But He quickly put the thought out of his mind. He forgot that it might be something unimportant. In any case, all He needed to do was create a new god. As long as He was on the path of creating a new god, He would feel an indescribable peace and tranquility.

What exactly have I forgotten?
Never mind, I don't care.

Next, the tenth apostle, I need your power now. Since you do not have the aptitude to become a god, become nourishment on my path to godhood!

This is also the final ritual to complete the Mist! A ritual that was originally meant to make other apostles gods, but now, only he can perform it.

……

Fresh blood flowed into the body, circulating through the limbs and bones.

Xue's Law still doesn't understand the Lord of the Mist's purpose.

He has lived from 40 billion years ago to the present day, created the Mist Council, unleashed the Tree of Gods calamity throughout the universe, and granted other apostles the power to control authority. It seems that everything was done for the other apostles, not for Himself.

What was His purpose? Why did He do this?
Billions of years of slaughter, skinning and dismembering humans who looked exactly like the King, feeding their corpses and souls to the divine tree, thus cultivating so many apostles. What exactly is His purpose?
It's impossible that the purpose was simply to pave the way for the Mimic King and make him the God of Order.
Now, a scene that seemed like a spiritual vision suddenly appeared before Xue Dinglu's eyes...

It seemed to be a research institute, filled with all sorts of strange and unusual people, who looked absolutely bizarre and grotesque.

Ironically, Xue's Law could understand the text above.

Above the research institute, the words "God Creation Project" were written in large, twisted characters resembling centipedes.

Following this, there is a line of smaller print: "The Great Void has not been completely resolved. The Venerable King estimates that it can only delay the problem for a hundred years, which is merely a temporary fix. A new god must be created to fight against the Great Void together."

A passing clerk murmured, "If fighting the Great Void is an eternal martyrdom, then are we right or wrong?"

"For the sake of the universe, someone must become firewood to ignite the flame," the "I" in the vision said.

The screen suddenly started to flicker, as if it were having a seizure.

"Hey, Xerides!" Hector immediately patted Xerides' shoulder, calming him down as he was sweating profusely and panting heavily.

He was currently on Earth in a parallel world, the world where his old Greek friends lived, and here, the moon goddess who had come to him for help was waiting for him.

"I'm fine...I'm fine..." Xue Dinglu finally came to his senses from his spiritual vision.

He could sense the overwhelming obsession emanating from the "me" in this spiritual vision.

That's the obsession with creating gods...

Strangely enough, it wasn't about confronting the Great Void in his spiritual vision, but merely an obsession with "creating a god." (End of Chapter)