Chapter 2817 The Call of the Lord of the End

The Lord of the End sends gifts to believers, bestowing great power on the gods.

The more gifts the end believers receive, the closer they will get to God, until eventually they become part of God.

Among the gifts, knowledge from the gods may also be mixed.

Soul Lock has such an experience.

Perhaps it was the influence of the residual power of the Lord of Doom. He always felt that the new application Dream Gate launched by the boss was a bit special, but it was difficult to explain what it felt like.

Black Scale felt that Soul Lock's brain was sick.

"Aren't you mentally normal?"

"I was serious!"

In the end, Soul Lock gave up explaining to Hei Scale, and he suddenly realized that talking about this matter to Hei Scale was the biggest mistake.

"Hehe, even if what you said is true, so what?" Hei Scale sneered.

"It means that the boss has begun to face the Lord of the End."

"Oh? Then what?"

"The prelude to the war may begin here."

"What does that have to do with you?"

Soul Lock opened his mouth, suddenly not knowing what to say.

I have to say that sometimes Hei Scale's words really hit the nail on the head.

Now he is no longer the final leader, that is just a former identity, the final court and the final lord, and it is just a name that he knew in the past.

What does it have to do with him?

"Well, what you said makes sense."

Soul Lock sighed, "But I think, should I tell the boss about this?"

"Just tell me if you want, I'll take care of you?" Hei Scale was reluctant to communicate too much with the guy with a problem in his head.

It's contagious.

Soul Lock holds the magic phone and is thinking about whether to contact the boss.

Suddenly, his movements stopped, as if he felt some kind of inexplicable call.

Black Scales also reacted the same way.

"You feel it too?" Soul Lock took a deep breath and said seriously.

"The power of the lord of the end." The tentacles of the black scale danced, and the eyeballs flickered with uncertainty.

In this special space, even the power of the Lord of Doom has fallen into complete silence, and the two have almost forgotten the ravings of the gods in their minds.

And just now, they heard the voice of the Lord of the End once again.

"He is calling us." Soullock said.

Different from the clear voices in the past, the ravings this time were extraordinarily vague.

It's like contacting others through magical communication, but the other party is next to several giant magic circles, and the overflowing energy strongly interferes with the communication.

Can only barely make out what it means.

But the appearance of the voice of the Lord of the End has already demonstrated the seriousness of the situation.

What happened to cause the power of the gods, which should have been silent, to recover again?

It seems that contacting the boss is absolutely necessary.

...

Luo Chuan and Yao Ziyan continued to discuss their dream experience.

Driven by curiosity, the goddess decided to leave her homeland to see the outside world, and the true side of the beautiful appearance finally appeared in front of her.

The ancient races struggled to survive in the endless disasters, and the blind and foolish primordial gods spread the disasters to every inch of the universe.

Soon, the goddess met the first intelligent race.

They were born in the core of the shattered stars, and fed on the shock of the stars, they took on a special shape similar to crystals.

Seed of star corpse.

The goddess calls this race so.

After a brief encounter, the star skeleton seed quickly disappeared in front of her.

Not long after the separation, the goddess was injured. She was hit by the broken law fragment, and under the guidance of some kind of force, she returned to the star that was born again.

"And after that?" Yao Ziyan asked.

"While recovering from her injuries, she collected materials and built the first weapon in the core of the stars." Luo Chuan took a sip of Coke.

"Weapon." Yao Ziyan blinked her eyes, vaguely anticipating the story behind her, "Wait, she never noticed your existence during this process?"

She was a little curious.

The former Luo Chuan observed the goddess for so long, did he really just observe silently?

In her opinion, perhaps when Luo Chuan stopped to stand for the goddess, he was no longer the special existence that silently observed and recorded.

"Of course not." Luo Chuan shook his head, "How do you think she went back after being injured? She even invited me after she built her weapon."

"What does she want to do?"

"End this."

From Luo Chuan's mouth, Yao Ziyan learned a lot about the goddess.

No longer as perfect as she had thought.

Except for her strength and identity, she is actually no different from ordinary people, and she also has curiosity and hobbies, as well as joys and sorrows.

She could spend years preparing for a purpose, just because chaos wasn't right.

The war has begun.

It's not right or wrong, life just wants to survive, that's all.

"What about the back? The specific process." Yao Ziyan was completely immersed in the story.

"I'll wake up later." Luo Chuan spread out his palm helplessly, and he and the goddess remembered

So far.

"Do you want to sleep again?" Yao Ziyan tried to propose.

For this girl's suggestion, Luo Chuan naturally did not accept it. God knows what kind of triggering mechanism this kind of dream related to the past life is. Anyway, it must not appear casually.

"By the way, there is one more thing." Luo Chuan suddenly remembered something.

"You told me not to say that just now, how about yourself?" Yao Ziyan protested against a boss's double-standard behavior.

"Don't worry about the details."

Luo Chuan coughed twice and brought the topic back on track, "I remember hearing a voice the first time I dreamed of this scene."

"What voice?" Yao Ziyan didn't bother to argue with him. In comparison, she was more curious about the dream that Luo Chuan had forgotten.

"It's just a sentence that says 'it's not time yet'."

"What's the meaning?"

"How do I know what it means?"

Luo Chuan complained that he was still inexplicable about his own experience, and the only system that could possibly know the truth was also mysterious and would not give an answer at all.

"Okay alright, keep talking."

"Just now, I heard another sentence."

"..."

"Please speak."

"what did I say?"

Yao Ziyan blinked, not quite understanding what Luo Chuan meant.

The role of holding a puppet is necessary at any time, but it is a bit troublesome to explain, Luo Chuan decided not to care so much for the time being.

"Forget it, the phrase was 'it's time'."

"What do you mean?" Yao Ziyan asked.

"I don't know." Luo Chuan spread out his palm, "That's why I told you to help you think about whether there is some connection between these two sentences."