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Chapter 988 342. Hole Destruction (4, 3.2k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 988 342. Hole Destruction (4, 3.2k)

The Lord of Change was silent, then angry. The god's wrath was so terrible that you didn't even need eyes to see it.

The stars shifted, reality disintegrated, and fissured. The chaotic nebula howled and became what it was tens of millions of years ago, then jumped rapidly and turned into dust in the air. In such a terrifying scene, the mage said lowly

Laughed.

The blue eagle flapped its wings heavily and left his arm. The howling wind replaced its figure in the thunder, and the blue light became more and more intense, even faintly threatening to compete with the thunder.

"you--"

The storm roared, turning thousands of worlds into powder. The residents of Chaos never dreamed that they would die in such a way.

"You have crossed the line!" He accused. "You should have become a god or died! You should not have done such a thing!"

No one answered him, only the thunder became louder and louder. The mage stood there, the chaotic and disorderly stars still howling miserably and boiling under his feet. He raised his right hand, and a blazing light appeared on the spread

in the palm of your hand.

It is hotter than the sun, angrier than thunder, sharper than the blade, and more tired than the dead. It is the crystallization of a man who has endured ten thousand years of torture, and is the gathering of divinity.

And now, the mage holds it.

"Stop—!"

The shape of the Lord of Changes changed again in the strong wind, and he turned into a bright blue planet, spinning in place and shining brightly.

"You can't, you can! But you can't!" He shouted in confusion. "It's him who should become a god, not you! You can't - ah! I reject this change, I curse you, Master,

I curse you!"

The mage smiled softly: "This is your nature."

His smile grew stronger, and he held the light tightly in his right hand. The terrifying power had begun to corrode his palm, causing the flesh and blood to burn, the blood to evaporate, and the bones to become transparent and turn into glass-like things. And this was just an appearance.

"The gods all need something to prove their existence, right, Tzeentch? You long for change, you need change, so you can't stop me, let me stop."

He laughed.

"Because you also want to witness this scene with your own eyes. Witness the moment when a person becomes a god. How does it feel when reason and nature conflict? Isn't it wonderful? It's really sad. The so-called gods don't even have the ability to control themselves, and they even have to rely on them.

nature."

"————"

A sharp echo came from the changing form. He seemed to be responding, but it seemed as if he was not. His voice became an unidentifiable and terrifying sound, just like the resentment of ten million fools when they learned that they had been deceived before they died.

The changing god began to change manically. He became the moon, a mathematical puzzle that troubled the wise, and a roaring eagle.

He became all things, but could not become what He wanted to be. Among the forms He retained, there was one that could cope with this situation, but He could not change it.

His nature was accepting—but his reason was screaming rejection.

"What's wrong? Don't you like to see the ever-changing world? Why do you want to stop me?"

He Shenyan raised the corners of his mouth happily and simply opened his arms: "Come on, Tzeentch. I'll stand here, come and stop me. You know very well that at this moment, I have no ability to resist."

"But if you can't do it"

He raised his right hand high, and some kind of lines were spreading on the bright and golden bones. His eyes were completely replaced by the golden light. They were no longer eyes, his eyes had been burned.

Now, staring at the world in the eye sockets, are two burning suns.

An illusory laurel crown appeared on his head and slowly fell.

He spoke again, but his voice changed and became deeper, like a final echo: "I will bring you the end."

Tzeentch stopped his transformation, and the silver smoke appeared. A vague voice came from it: "No."

The smoke condensed calmly and turned into a blue eagle.

"No."

The eagle stared at the god who was about to be born, closed its beak, and a rational voice came from its body.

"I can't stop this. This is the most interesting thing since my birth - it will make the future direction of this world turn into millions of threads that I can't see the end of. I'm so happy, my instinct

He's shouting and jumping around wildly."

"Yes, Master, you are right, this is the god, we are such creatures. I really love your madness, how can you do such a thing? How dare you challenge me with your madness

Nature and reason? You succeeded, Master, I can't stop you, I even want to help you!"

He narrated with extreme madness, telling everything. This time, there were no lies in it, only the truth, the terrible truth.

But the newly born god did not listen, he just quietly sank into memories.

——

This is where?

The first question arises, and then many more - where am I? Who am I?

When the concept of self became clear, more things followed. A name that had been used before rushed into his mind, three syllables, simple and direct. Then more names, more dead

person's name.

Names are magical.

"——"

Someone whispered to him, holding his wrist, as if trying to pull him up from the rising tide, so that he would not be washed away when the tide receded.

He listened carefully.

"——!"

The voice was still blurry, but this time it was clearer, at least with some tone.

"--Awake"

What?

"--wake up!"

Finally, he heard clearly.

He Shenyan opened his eyes and saw a collapsed world in front of him. Ashes and blood were spread throughout the city. The buildings here were chaotic and chaotic, as if they were drawn by a painter whose brain was damaged by drugs in his worst nightmare.

Houses with thatched roofs and red brick buildings stand together, tall but dilapidated castles and military fortresses with hard exteriors are stacked on top of each other. Blood and flesh are spread all over the city, turning the ground into a terrifying thing that will overflow with blood when stepped on.

There were crying children in the distance, and He Shenyan could hear their cries. The sounds were so real and so close. He raised his head and saw the sky dyed red. He lowered his head and saw corpses on the ground - there were

Countless corpses.

Primitive barbarians whose heads were smashed by stones and wore animal skins. Soldiers who wore brass armor and held spears with wooden handles but were stabbed to death through the heart.

A soldier wearing a military uniform, holding a gunpowder firearm, with camouflage on his face but was blown to pieces. A giant wearing ceramic armor, holding a monomolecular saw blade sword, and being cut in half.

The dead are countless and their names are countless.

He Shenyan slowly turned his head and was not surprised to see a man made of golden light standing right next to him.

"Pain is the only real thing here." The figure said. "I believe you have felt it."

He Shenyan nodded slightly, and the golden lines spread from his neck to his cheeks, and the smell of burning flesh and blood followed, making a hissing sound.

"Yes." He admitted. "I feel it."

"Then, you will bear everything on my behalf. Whether it is their death, their screams, or their pain, you will bear everything. Mage, can you do it?"

The figure spoke slowly, as if he was resisting some kind of instinctive impulse - it was difficult, but he did it. Even if the suppressed divinity in his body was screaming for him to get out of here and kill demons.

He suppressed his true nature.

"I'll give it a try."

"You don't have the chance to try and make mistakes, mage. If you make one wrong move, everything will be lost."

The figure raised his right hand and covered his heart. A fiery light bloomed from it, but he was forced back the next moment. After this time, he endured it for a long time before continuing to speak.

".Divinity will overturn everything, whether it's your past, your name, or your memories. It will make everything fragmented, and by then, even remembering the name of a familiar person will make you here

It took hundreds of years.”

"You won't be able to speak, you won't be able to eat, you won't be able to breathe, you won't be able to see. All you will have is pain. And their screams."

He gasped and continued his narrative slowly.

"The pain will last forever, mage. And their prayers will wash over each second of torture."

"Broken families, dead sons or fathers, mothers tortured by illness and bad environment. Unfair oppressors, soldiers who suffered and perished in the war. There are too many, too many, I can't remember them all."

He spoke broken words incoherently and staggered to the mage.

"And this time, no one can help you."

He said with difficulty, his face began to boil violently, and the last bit of his sanity was about to be swallowed up by divinity: "There are countless victims, Master, but I want to be the last one."

He stretched out a hand, and He Shenyan stared at the boiling face that seemed to be burning, and slowly held it. Severe pain followed, and just as he said, the pain will become eternal after this.

But he didn't let go.

"Let me be the last to die," said the Emperor of Mankind. "Promise me, Master, not to let anyone die again."

As the words fell, the body disintegrated. The hand held by the mage dissipated in the fierce light, and a soul that had staggered from the oldest era of mankind to the present, had been tortured but still did not give up, finally ushered in his rest.

At this moment, all the believers among the stars began to cry. They didn't know why or why.

In the subspace, the brilliance of the Star Torch began to surge crazily. There was a shining light filling the endless chaos of chaos. Tzeentch began to scream and instinctively wanted to escape, but was stopped by the man standing in the subspace.

The god beside him grasped the core.

"I promise you, Your Majesty."

The mage, whose face was gradually covered by radiant lines, slowly began to whisper in the ruins of the war.

"No one has to sacrifice themselves for the future of humanity anymore. But the last one dies."

He trembled and tensed his back, and the last bit of self in his soul was swallowed up by the spreading golden light. The huge power that had been suppressed for ten thousand years was resonating with the huge magic power he possessed, a more powerful existence

Will be born in a moment.

And now - the mage who is still just He Shenyan said his last words.

".it's me."

There is one more chapter.

(End of chapter)