Chapter 101 I allow you to see my true self, the taboo is fulfilled!
The entire Outer Third Ring Road was in chaos.
The false god has decided the final winner. The naughty boy holding a lollipop stands at the end, standing shoulder to shoulder with Lu Sangdou and the bishop from the Temple of Thought.
The other three bishops all went down in person to help the other three false gods who were either fighting fiercely or suffering serious injuries.
Their goals are the same.
Reap this outer third ring road abandoned by the great city!
You know, when they are in their own kingdom, they are not allowed to harvest a large number of civilian lives, because those are believers.
This time is the best chance!
Harvest enough lives and they can leap!
The believer in Traveler, the bishop from the Endless Church came to the Nine Rings in person and joined forces with the Shadow Bishop. Meng Tu was defeated at every step.
The bishop from the Church of Eternal Hell, who believed in the Sleeper, arrived at the Eighth Ring. The Ghost Sea was devoured by him in big mouthfuls. The Bishop of Life launched a counterattack, blew up the huge airship, and the mirror fell from the sky;
From the Lost Church, the Lost Bishop who believed in the Forgotten tore out a piece of the Abyss of Oblivion, and the Subspace Ship was trapped in it.
The shattered and severely injured old woman got a chance to catch her breath and launched a counterattack at this moment!
The ship in the Warp is beyond their reach, because the one piloting this ship is just a great phantom at the angel level!
The Great Ghost was pierced by the crimson power and shattered while wailing. The Kyushu, which lost control, emitted a dull steam hum and lost the ability to move at all.
"has a problem!"
The old woman, whose body was on the verge of collapse, coughed up blood:
"An unknown mysterious false god, a mirror that seems to be a forbidden object, and this warp ship that suddenly reappeared!"
He took a deep breath and said solemnly:
"All of them are here for the Church of Order. This church is far from being as simple as it seems! There must be powerful people behind it!"
The bishop of the Endless Church who was hunting Meng Tu responded loudly:
"No matter who stands behind the Church of Order, it has nothing to do with us. God's descent is about to end. Reap this place and then leave!"
As he spoke, starlight gathered in his hand and transformed into a spear of pure spirituality. He hurled it fiercely, piercing through the false god shrouded in mist!
The fog cleared.
"Meng Tu?!" In the sky, the bishop of the Thinking Palace who was watching coldly let out a surprised sound. This quiet woman came from the Thinking Palace, from the White Star Country, so she naturally recognized the Duke of the White Star Country.
Meng Tu's expression was gloomy. He had followed his mentor's instructions, but now he had failed!
The combination of six bishops and six false gods was beyond what he could handle!
Everything seems to be over.
Six bishops stood in the sky, staring coldly at the entire outer three rings. They worked together, darkness enveloped the place, and they each began to harvest.
One by one they are dying.
"May the Emperor bless you!" someone cried out, but the next moment he was swallowed up by the shadow, and not even a corpse was left!
"This is the darkest hour." The history professor sighed softly, tightly holding the book he had compiled that recorded everything about the coming of the Son of God.
He glanced sideways at the shaky figure on the inverted cross:
"The dawn will come."
The history professor fell to the ground, his soul sucked away by the starlight.
"Xiaotong, run!" the big aunt screamed, bursting out her last bit of strength and opening the teleportation formation she had prepared in advance, but it was too late. She and Li Xiaotong were both pierced by the crimson spear and were nailed to the spot!
"I only see darkness. Where is the dawn?" Li Rongen raised the spear in his hand and said, "Charge!"
The thirty-six pure white knights led by Li Rongen launched a charge. They all had at least the "power of a thousand pigs", but in front of the false god, they were just like an ant trying to shake a tree.
The bishop of the eternal hell just pressed his hand lightly, and all thirty-six knights fell to the ground. Their souls were torn away and fell towards his divine realm to be turned into nutrients.
Purgatory on earth.
People were praying, struggling, resisting, and dying.
Inside the Third Ring Road, Lu Salem lowered his brows, and Lu Fenghua turned his head away reluctantly.
He whispered:
"Grandfather, the descent of God is about to be completed, and everything will be over. From now on, there will be no outer three rings."
Jerusalem responded in a low voice:
"maybe."
As he spoke, the old man with heterochromia glanced at the time.
July 7nd, 2:5.
Dawn is approaching.
………………
"Finally. Come in."
The enormous will of the true God squeezed through the narrow gap and completely descended into the humble and tiny spiritual world of the container.
He is smiling.
“What a vast spiritual world.”
The huge soul of the Crocodile-Headed True God raised its head, looked around, and exclaimed:
“It is indeed the most perfect container.”
He walked towards the very center of this spiritual world and gazed upon a soul that could be described as powerful.
"Hmm, such a strong soul essence, quite interesting. Mortal, I am here in your body, the glory has arrived, I allow you to look up at me."
That soul slowly raised its head. Its soul origin, which was thousands of times stronger than that of a normal person, was so humble and insignificant in front of God.
"I've seen you."
Thus spoke the soul.
"what?"
The Crocodile God was a little confused, then smiled:
"I am actually very curious about how you struck the bell of cosmic silence. But I won't ask. This is something that only the great ones should know."
"Now, mortal, bow before me and hand over everything you have."
"This is the greatest and last glory of your life."
The tiny soul sat quietly with a sad look on his face. He could hear the wails and final prayers of the believers.
The prayers fell silent, and the wailing ceased.
He spoke:
"Aren't you curious about where I've seen you before?"
The Crocodile-Headed God frowned, too lazy to waste words with this tiny mortal. He stretched out his hand of immense will, ready to throw this tiny soul away and take over this perfect body himself.
The tiny soul said to itself:
"About a month ago, when I took back part of my power, you and I looked at each other. Do you still remember?"
The faint smile on the face of the Crocodile God froze. The tiny soul stood up and spoke with emotion:
"So, we are really destined to meet. When I looked at you from my true form's perspective, you were a small and cute lizard. I didn't expect that the real you would be so big."
The Crocodile-Headed God involuntarily took three steps back.
The tiny soul slowly stood up and stretched its muscles:
"If, I mean if."
He said calmly:
"If I am really the reality, the essence, the origin, and the creator of the world, then you should be considered my child to some extent, right?"
A chill emanated from behind the Crocodile-Headed True God, giving him a warning of his own spiritual explosion!
He trembled slightly:
"Who the hell are you??!"
"You saw me once in person, why do you still have this question?"
Tiny Soul said:
"You are my child, child. Since you have questions, I will answer them for you."
"I allow you to see my true self."
Saying,
He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep in his own spiritual world.
Only in this way can you get promoted.
The next moment.
This vast spiritual world began to extend and expand, expanding to infinity under the horrified gaze of the Crocodile-Headed True God!
At this moment,
The huge will of the Crocodile God was "spitted out".
He looked sideways in confusion and saw seven extremely large, majestic, and somewhat familiar figures.
Really familiar.
It seemed that I had seen it in that earth-shaking war between gods countless years ago.
He raised his head tremblingly and saw a huge head that occupied his entire vision.
There was a broken sword stuck in the head.
"really."
The Greatest One smiled and said:
"From this angle, you look even cuter, petite and exquisite."
The will of the Crocodile God began to collapse. He could not bear the gaze and sight of this person at all. He cried:
"Please. Please."
The Greatest One spoke gently, his voice overlapping and majestic, like the huge roar at the first moment when the universe was created, exploding in the ears of the Crocodile-Headed True God! !
"Don't worry, little one, I won't kill you."
"You are my child after all."
"It's just that I want to borrow your soul for a while. You will be obedient, right?"
The Crocodile God had already fallen into frenzy at this time, his mind was shattered, and the last bit of sanity made him crawl down with difficulty.
"Father, I know I am wrong, and I want to confess it to you"
"Are you worthy enough to call mother father?"
At the last moment, the crocodile-headed true spirit saw a terrifying figure with the Primordial Origin Horn hanging around its neck approaching and slapping itself in the face.
"The lizard is so cute, how did you kill it?"
"It's presumptuous! Only we can call you father and mother!"
"Okay, okay, put the horn down and don't blow it. I don't blame you!"
………………
Chen Xiang woke up from his dream.
He returned to his spiritual world, staring at the will of the true God crumbling into ashes before him, and sighed slightly.
"This is stupid, really"
"Why don't you seem so irritable on weekdays? I want to ask you something."
Chen Xiang's soul curled his lips and walked into the collapsed ashes.
The ashes of the true God's will floated up at this moment, swirling, dancing, and jumping around him.
These ashes gradually attached and smeared on the outer shell of Chen Xiang's soul.
His soul shell looks like a giant lizard with wings.
"The next step is the last one."
Chen Xiang raised his head and saw the silent, gigantic corpse of the crocodile-headed True God through the torn crack at the top of his spiritual world that led to the void.
On the corpse, the godhead fell and merged with the soul.
He is transforming.
He is transforming.
………………
The Outer Third Ring Road has become a ruin, and there are only a few people left alive.
The red-haired host was lucky enough that his soul was not taken away. At this moment, he collapsed on the long street, looking at the countless corpses and feeling a little suffocated.
He sighed softly, lying on the ground, looking at those huge, terrifying figures, and countless souls sinking into the divine realm of one god after another.
He looked at the fading moonlight and the thick dark clouds in the sky.
suddenly.
The dark clouds parted slightly, and a ray of light, a ray of sunlight shone down, subtle and hazy.
"It's morning."
The red-haired host was lying among the corpses, coughing, and spoke with difficulty:
"Good morning, welcome. Morning?"
He sat up suddenly, the dawn light, the first ray of dawn light shining on his face,
He stood up in a hurry, and looked towards the inverted cross in the distance with desire and throbbing!
He saw that the young man hanging upside down on the cross seemed to be trembling, and then.
Grown two big wings?
Large wings accompanied by pure white light and mist.
The pure white angel on the cross opened His eyes and looked at the broken world with mercy.
(End of this chapter)
