What evil intentions could an evil god possibly have?

……

Almost simultaneously, inside the Special Affairs Bureau building.

Upon receiving the news, Lu Xiu stood up and turned around as quickly as possible. In the blink of an eye, he broke through all obstacles in front of him. Just as the dark night sky was about to unleash thunder, his target had already disappeared.

This disappearance is not a true disappearance, but rather like the battle that took place on the bridge half a month ago.

With overwhelming power, Crimson suppressed the entire New Chu within its perception and brought it into its own sanctuary, taking itself with it as it departed.

Such a feat would naturally consume a great deal of the spiritual energy of the extraordinary individual.

If it were an ordinary fifth-tier being, this would likely not last more than a few minutes before the entire sanctuary would be overwhelmed and crushed by the weight of countless weak souls, collapsing without a fight.

However, deep red is ultimately different.

This is related to the girl's strength, but more importantly, it is related to the power she wields and the flow of time.

In the real world, a mere minute can be slowed down to a day and a night, which is more than enough for her to kill everyone, leaving no one alive.

—This is a consequence that no one can bear.

A tidal wave of pressure surged in, coalescing into a mountain that pressed down on Lu Xiu's shoulders.

He glanced at Zhong Chongshan and quickly explained, "I'm going to find Shen Hong. You stay here. The relevant authority has been transferred. Be careful."

Before the words had even finished, the sky suddenly brightened for a moment, as if stars were falling from the heavens.

boom!

The next second, a deafening thunderclap rang out.

It was as if all the lightning in the world during the deep winter had been concentrated and struck at this moment, ultimately forming this terrifying bolt of lightning that headed towards that crossroads.

Zhong Chongshan's face was pale.

Lin Mushi instinctively covered her ears, and only after a while did she let go, only to find that Lu Xiu had disappeared, leaving only a pile of extremely fine powder on the ground.

Those were fragments of office window glass.

The biting cold wind, now unimpeded, poured in.

Lin Mushi squinted and slowly walked forward against the strong wind. He arrived at the original window and looked towards the direction of the crossroads. There he saw an incredibly thick, tree-shaped bolt of lightning standing between heaven and earth.

The scene under the pitch-black night sky was truly breathtaking.

She pondered in silence, but still felt that the sunset was more magnificent.

……

……

“Crimson’s injuries haven’t healed yet, so she’s not at her peak.”

Gu Yuqiu sat on the sofa, gently stroking the white cat lying on her lap, and said, "Moreover, the gap between Lu Xiu and her is not that big to begin with, so the possibility of problems is not small."

Songtang rolled over, revealing her belly to her, and meowed curiously, implying that this was the reason you specially arranged for Shen Muchan to escape?

Then it discovered something even stranger.

Why did Gu Yuqiu say these things to it?

"I don't really understand strategy and planning, those kinds of complicated things."

Gu Yuqiu said softly, "Before ascending to the throne, if I encountered any trouble, I would just kill the person. I never thought about this kind of thing."

Songtang thought to herself, "You make it sound so simple."

In fact, it's not as simple as just knowing how to kill someone.

Even uneducated people know the idiom "to kill with a borrowed knife," so how could a think tank that gathers so many elites not have such thoughts?

But after Gu Yuqiu saw through one of their carefully planned schemes and killed everyone on both sides, such things never happened again.

Afterwards, someone who had spoken with Gu Yuqiu several times raised the question and received an infuriating and speechless answer.

--intuition.

"I have no experience, so I can only trust my feelings."

Gu Yuqiu said, "This kind of planning, which is largely based on intuition and connected by simple calculations, really doesn't give me a sense of security. So I'm a little worried now, but I still have to wait, so I'll just say a few words to you."

Songtang was quite surprised and meowed, as if to say, "Don't you want Shen Muchan to die?"

Gu Yuqiu said earnestly, "I don't want anyone to die."

Songtang was stunned, thinking to herself, "Are you really shameless?"

Although you may not be the one who has killed the most people in the world, the number of people who have died at your hands is already countless. Where do you get the nerve to say such things?

Or does "people" here refer to acquaintances?

"It's just a pity..."

Gu Yuqiu held the white cat in her arms, walked to the window and looked into the distance. Her gaze fell on a tall building, and she said softly, "Tonight is destined not to end without a trace."

Songtang meowed, indicating that you should continue with your plan.

"Ah."

Gu Yuqiu said, "The story I'm imagining next is actually quite simple, nothing complicated. The first thing is the Pope..."

The words came to an abrupt halt.

It wasn't because the night sky was torn open, and a terrifying bolt of lightning fell, illuminating the entire new Chu, making it appear utterly pale.

These were all things that Gu and Qiu had expected.

The reason she remained silent was because she had discovered the most illogical thing.

—The Pope's choice.

The white cat, following closely behind, also sensed it, looked up at Gu Yuqiu, and asked in surprise, "Was this also part of your calculations?!"

……

……

The Pope is not present.

As the sun set and the lightning struck, Gu Yuqiu felt something and walked to the window. He stepped out of the sea of ​​dreams and landed on the land of Xin Chu.

As the white light faded, he instinctively looked further south, towards the direction of the crossroads.

The towering buildings could not obstruct his view; everything that happened within them came into his sight, including the scenes in the sanctuary.

"Deep...red?"

The Pope spoke softly, making sure he wasn't mistaken, and couldn't help but feel a little doubtful.

The battle two weeks ago, like the battle on the overpass yesterday, was not a secret to him. Although he could not know all the details, they were not far off.

However, even after thinking about it very carefully, he still couldn't understand what was going on or what had prompted Crimson to take action.

The Pope closed his eyes and stopped thinking about it.

The next second, a flood of images of the future rushed into his mind like a dream, and following his intuition, he searched for the most likely possibility.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he slowly opened his eyes. His expression was thoughtful but he couldn't figure it out. His gaze slowly swept across the surroundings, pausing occasionally, but never stopping.

He stood there, silent for a moment, his gaze falling on the Special Affairs Bureau building.

There was a strange yet familiar aura there.

He felt unfamiliar with that person because he had only met him a few times, and the last time they met was three years ago.

He felt familiar with her because he constantly thought about her, and his memory of her remained incredibly clear, without the slightest forgetfulness.

……

……

In the twilight world.

As the sun set in the west, the night sky was burned away by its orange-red glow, and the thinner clouds resembled mist, softening the harsh light.

Shen Muchan waved her hand, casually sweeping aside the superhumans who had been frozen in mid-air by her, leaving an empty space.

This is to welcome the person who is about to arrive.

Just as all of this was completed, the lightning bolt that appeared from the real world inexplicably descended upon the twilight world.

sunset.

Thunder crashed down.

These two scenes, which should not exist simultaneously, appear so abruptly, symbolizing the start of a war between two fifth-order natural disasters.

Shen Muchan looked up, facing the bolt of lightning, her expression calm.

A cold wind came from afar, stirring the fiery twilight, and flames were born from nothingness, burning out a wide, door-like iron sword.

The iron sword has a rather monotonous appearance, with only a blood-red line in the middle of the blade, but it does not exude an eerie feeling; it only makes people think of a large mountain.

The petite girl reached out and grasped the weapon, which was completely disproportionate to her size, with ease.

Then, she raised her sword and slashed at the sky.

Only then did the lightning bolt finally strike.

The two finally met.

A terrifying crash echoed through the twilight world.

Lightning rained down like a storm, burying the girl's figure, but it could not conceal the presence of the iron sword, and so the battle never ended.

The iron sword remains, and the lightning has not faded.

The two constantly collided, and each encounter was a direct clash of strength, without any strangeness, and was extremely grand.

The deafening roar continued, and after countless overlaps, it finally formed an invisible wave of air that swept out in all directions.

A cloud of smoke and dust rose.

Dust rose like a wall, rising higher and higher, like a tsunami.

At the same time, the lightning suddenly disappeared, and Lu Xiu's figure emerged from it, instantly splitting into hundreds and thousands, standing in front of the dust wave and blocking it.

The world is peaceful again.