The old man you see with your phone is highly suspicious.

At that time, He no longer needed to rely on the Mist Council's approval, nor did He need to fear the Starfleet's pursuit. He understood that He was a fragment of the King, a highly sought-after figure in the entire universe, and neither the Starfleet nor any other apostles would let Him go.

That's why He hid at the boundary between the subspace and the present world, and carried out this clandestine harvest of fear here.

Once I achieve my goal and become the God of Fear, I will no longer need to fear anything!

That sense of security was His lifelong goal!

But now, that sense of security that I craved has been shattered.

The four human-evil beasts instantly found their target, and at that moment, through the ritual gathered by the Seventh Apostle, they successfully carried out the sneak attack and found the location of its true form!

At the same time, the "pseudo-Genesis" unfolded by the four beasts representing human evil broke out.

The tear in space unfolded once more, starting from the very center of the Four Beasts, where the large sphere of light of the Mimic King slowly appeared.

The Seventh Apostle felt a chill run down his spine upon seeing this: the Mimic King! The Mimic King of the Interstellar Squadron!

Damn it! I've already hidden here, why is the Mimic King still chasing me!

“This is unreasonable…” His voice came, for He clearly sensed something unprecedented was eroding His authority.

No, it is not this Mimic King who is eroding his authority, but another force, completely different from the Mimic King.

His control over this subspace was also taken away at this moment!

At this moment, how could He not understand that He had been tricked, tricked by the Mimic King, and by those damned ants? They used fake sacrifices to complete the ritual of summoning Him, but in fact, the real purpose of these sacrifices was to achieve another ritual!

And most importantly, even if He wanted to escape, these four evil beasts would immediately block His way.

"Damn ants!" He vented his anger on those "veterans".

"My brother, where do you think you're going? Or how do you want to die..." The cold words of the Mimic King came, and the Seventh Apostle's huge, star-like eyes trembled at this moment.

The Seventh Apostle was terrified. He was filled with fear and dread. He hid in this warp rift to avoid conflict with the Apostles and the Starfleet. Even the warp world He created and the humans on it were only transported little by little over millions of years.

Each time, only a few hundred or a few thousand people were transported, and they were scattered across various civilizations and worlds. This was to avoid arousing the suspicion of other apostles or even interstellar corps, and thus the development proceeded slowly.

But why, why did my own caution attract an interstellar column!

Damn it!

He stared intently at the four senior figures, wishing He could just kill them on the spot, but He couldn't, because at this moment they were the ones who completed the ritual, beings protected by His authority.

Even apostles cannot disobey their authority.

He immediately unleashed a terrifying mental tsunami, directly attacking the Mimic King and the four beasts of human evil.

He didn't think this attack would be very effective; it was merely a feint to create chaos and allow him to escape.

However, the Mimic King was not in a good mood at this moment, because what He had here was merely fragments.

No, that's not right. This is not a mimicking of the king, but a mere figurehead!

The Seventh Apostle instantly calmed down from his fear, his intelligence regained its footing, and he then discovered the anomaly: the mimicking King before him was not the real King, but merely a fragment similar to an avatar.

And the power of this fragment is even less than that of himself!

At that moment, the joy of surviving the ordeal and the indescribable ecstasy overwhelmed the Seventh Apostle, and he suddenly thought of many things.

What would happen if I successfully devoured this fragment of the Mimic King?

The moment this thought appeared in their minds, it became unstoppable. The other apostles would never dare to have such a thought. Even if they consumed this fragment of the Mimic King, it would be equivalent to the Mimic King placing a permanent mark on them. There was a risk that the Mimic King's true form could open a portal to block them at any time.

But I am different. In essence, I am also one of the fragments of the Venerable King, and I am also an existence that can perfectly fuse with other fragments of the Venerable King!

He immediately mobilized his authority to construct a spatial blockade in his own subspace. This happened in an instant; it only took him less than a minute to blockade the space.

As long as I can devour this fragment, I can simply abandon this subspace and start all over again. But I will become stronger by devouring this fragment of the Mimic King and will be able to control the power of fear more easily!

He was no longer afraid; instead, greed filled his mind.

This wasn't because He was foolish, but because the seventh apostle had no other choice at that time.

This is like a prisoner's dilemma. If the Seventh Apostle runs away now, he may be surrounded and intercepted by the Mimic King Fragment and the four human evil beasts. He may not only continue to be consumed by fear, but may even have to use the power of fear to fight.

At that time, not only will he lose the subspace he has worked so hard to build, but the backlash from the power of fear will also make him wish he were dead. It is even possible that he will not devour fear, but the power of fear will devour him and become stronger.

However, if He were to fight the fragment of the Mimic King here with all his might, there was a high probability that He could devour the fragment. Even if He lost His Paradise Lost and faced the backlash of fear, He would at least have gained this fragment.

Therefore, going forward, whether it's rebuilding a new lost paradise or continuing to devour the power of fear, things will go much more smoothly.

This is like a capitalist facing a choice: 100% certainty of losing most of their assets, but retaining a small portion.

Option 2: If there is a 50% chance of losing everything, but a 50% chance of not only not losing but also making a huge profit, capitalists will choose the latter without hesitation.

All in!

Going all in is a sign of wisdom!

Rather than risk losing money, why not gamble on the possibility of making a fortune?

In that instant, the Seventh Apostle unleashed His final fighting power, desperately urging His authority of fear upon Him. At this moment, He disregarded the backlash of fear; as long as He could kill this clone once more, it would all be worthwhile!

The combination of authority and spiritual power instantly caused this subspace to boil. The veterans on the Death Cruiser felt as if the entire black sea was erupting with a violent tsunami, and the Death Cruiser was as helpless as a lone boat in the tsunami.

They couldn't understand why, even though their final mission was complete, they didn't get the chance to go home, but instead witnessed the unparalleled rage of the God of Terror.

"Why? Evil God, why is this happening!" they roared at the giant eye in the sky.

But right now, Evil Eye doesn't care about all that anymore.

Fear manifested as a mental shock, prompting the desire to use authority to kill this clone of the King directly.

"Buzz!" The clone of the Mimic King shattered.

The Seventh Apostle instantly showed a look of joy. He had never expected that this clone would be so fragile, so fragile that even though it was his full-force attack, it had shattered the clone in an instant.

This scene stunned Su Su, who exclaimed, "How could this happen!"

"It's not over yet." Xue Dinglu stood before the Seventh Apostle. "I never expected to be leading the charge with such power..."

And from the shattered energy of the Mimic King, laughter seemed to echo: "In my calculations, my foolish brother has a 92% chance of resorting to desperate measures and an 8% chance of running away directly. So when he prepares to resort to desperate measures, he has already lost completely!"

"What!" The Seventh Apostle saw Xue Luding, clad in a white robe covered in thorns, and upon seeing the shattered Mimic King and the four human beasts, the fear of having his consciousness replaced arose in his heart.

That wasn't his own descent ritual, but another one, a ritual to approach the King. And the King's avatar wasn't the one in charge of this ritual; it was this one dressed in white...

"The thirteenth apostle, A-Guang!" He exclaimed in horror, revealing Xue Lude's identity. "So it was you! The one who has been hunting down apostles, it was you!"

"You finally figured it out." Xue Luding smiled, pointing one finger to the sky. In the next instant, a giant finger filled with light descended from the sky, and the Seventh Apostle looked at the descending finger in horror.

Those are the fingers of the Mimic King's true form!

"Damn it, no matter how many tricks and schemes you play, you are still weak now, and that is your greatest weakness!" The Seventh Apostle also became fierce, and the power of fear completely enveloped him. He wanted to unleash the same surging mental tsunami carrying the authority of fear on Xue Lude.

"Xue Law, quickly use Genesis! Let our minds unite!" came the voice of the Mimic King.

"That's exactly what I was thinking. Let's combine!" Xue Dinglu's voice rang out at this moment, his body covered in thorns.

"Huh?!" The Seventh Apostle was instantly stunned. "What fusion? An apostle fusion with a clone of the Mimic King? Huh?"

The light from the fragments of the Mimic King entered Xue Lude's body. Moreover, the other human and beastly beings transformed into concepts representing the "Four Great Revelations," merging into Xue Lude's body. The thorns on his hand pierced through the large hole in his palm, and behind him, five overlapping sound waves seemed to appear.

"Seventh Apostle, you are oblivious even as death approaches. Our union is the final ritual to completely strip you of your authority and rituals!"

"It is—a beast!"

"Covering up the sky and blotting out the sun, the end has arrived, the ultimate true form, the seventh beast of human evil, the beast of the end!"

A monster, its entire body transformed into armor of blood, appeared in the subspace at that moment, and the whole world seemed to tremble and distort.

The final beast of human evil, the ultimate form of this pseudo-genesis, the Beast Armor Xue Law!

Xue Lude, who became the Beast of the End, possesses the strongest power, which is...

"All areas, magic ban!"

Chapter 459, please see the next episode, The Death of the Apostle!

This is the ultimate power of the Beast of the End.

There is an absolute prohibition on any "psychic power" arising from the concept of ending the age of gods.

The moment those words were uttered, the Seventh Apostle felt himself begin to break out in a cold sweat, because at that moment, he was completely unable to control his own power. Whether it was magic, mental power, or any other form of power, it all seemed to have come to an absolute standstill.

The monster opposite them was covered in blood-red armor resembling that of a lion, and its blood-red mane and cloak were moving even without wind.

"How is this possible? How could this be!" He was utterly horrified, never imagining that someone could possess such bizarre power.

The realm that freezes all concepts of "psychic power"—this power already belongs to the category of "authority," or an authority that He has never encountered or heard of before.

At this moment, it seemed as if all the psionic energy in the world was in a state of imprisonment, suddenly changing from extremely active to extremely stable, so stable that no matter how it was mobilized, it remained motionless in place.

Both magic and the spiritual particles belonging to the King are in this state!

Even the Seventh Apostle, who refused to believe in evil, desperately tried to activate his authority of fear, only to be horrified to discover that even his authority of fear was affected by this absolute ban on magic, preventing him from using it smoothly.

"This is the Beast of the End! Our final weapon, the Beast Armor Xue Law!" Six seemingly overlapping voices appeared on the lion-like beast-armored monster, its eyes glaring with the light of a lion, as if filled with the image of a lion itself.

Moreover, for the Seventh Apostle, this was not merely a power to suppress magic, but a realm that completely stilled and negated His existence and concepts. Here, He even felt that every breath He took caused Him great harm.

"No, it's impossible for such power to exist! How could a power that can even freeze authority appear on you!" The Seventh Apostle felt his liver and gallbladder shatter. He absolutely could not have imagined that there would be such a powerful killing move. Why did such an enemy have to come after him?

He was just a nobody who posed no threat to the universe. He had waited and endured for tens of millions of years, stealing only a few thousand or tens of thousands of people from the real universe each year. This was because what he needed was not simply to increase the population, but to exploit fear to the extreme before killing these people. This resulted in him affecting a very small number of people.

But why is it that someone who "follows the rules" is the one being chased and pursued by monsters?

"I understand now. How could there be such a powerful force in the world? Your all-encompassing magic-suppressing power is not only useful to me, but it also has an effect on you! In other words, at this moment, neither you nor I can fight using the most primitive physical strength!" The Seventh Apostle roared, having seen through the true nature of this ability.

In other words, as long as one can overcome the overwhelming force, one can win and devour the pseudo-king fragment that shares the same origin as oneself.

At worst, I can just delete the account and run away. By then, I will have more power, and even if I have to start all over again, I will have absolute control over my fear!

However, the sudden sense of danger made him feel cold all over. What did he see? The power of nothingness appeared behind the beast-like monster that resembled a lion in an instant. He had a premonition that as soon as he rushed over, the power of nothingness would instantly taint his entire body.

Damn it! How can there be such a lunatic!

Whether it's the absolute power to suppress magic or the power of nothingness, how could these two things appear in the same person? Oh right, He also unleashed the power of immortality in the Mist Council!

Simultaneously wielding three powers! Even he himself was in a terrible state when devouring the power of fear, and even narrowly escaped death several times before slowly devouring and mastering the power of fear.

But on the other side, it's no exaggeration to say that he was like a madman who strapped himself with bombs all over his body, who didn't care about his own life or future at all. This madman, who didn't care about the backlash from any other authority, was strapped with explosives that could blow the whole world up, and he threatened everyone with impunity!

Why the hell?!

How did I end up being targeted by such a monster, and even by a Mimic King? Do you know how much more serious the harm that such a monster can cause is compared to that of a rat hiding between the subspace and the mortal world?