Chapter 1049: Moving Time

Inside the flame-like, twisted vortex door, a girl wearing a flaming feather ornament on the back of her head looked out of the vortex with her eyes, and the flickering and distorted images made her face painful.

"He succeeded?"

"No, he didn't succeed."

"No, he succeeded."

Chaotic and contradictory ravings came from the girl's mouth.

But at this moment, she heard a voice in a trance.

The voice was chaotic, as if countless languages ​​were mixed together, but what she could understand was:

"Who are you?"

It seemed that the mixed voice of countless languages ​​was just to convey this question.

"Battia Simmons"

In a daze, the girl whispered the word.

It seemed to represent the compound syllables of everything she was.

It seems that her existence itself was born because of the word "Bartia Simmons".

No, that's not the case.

She instinctively and subconsciously wanted to deny and resist the idea.

However, the power that knows everything and can predict everything is telling her——

Yes, she was born here, and she will be destroyed here.

Born as "Bartia Simmons".

Destroyed as "Bartia Simmons".

However, there was another voice, an intangible and intangible voice, which seemed to come from the true thoughts in her heart, telling her:

She is not important, she exists to be separated from the source of everything, she has no home.

The meaning of her existence is to purify the source of all chaos.

So, what should she do?

Where should "Bartia Simmons" go?

Fluttering her flaming feathers, she, like every one of her owners, is a

Lost with nowhere to go, nowhere to return.

Her eyes stared at the dark, dark and boundless deep space with a diffuse sense of confusion.

material world.

On the land where the endless dirt piled up, one after another, black shadows were filling the air.

Suddenly, a gigantic giant dragon, a mixture of ice crystal-like blue and dirty blood, emerged from the dirty soil.

It was as if the sharp giant claws tore the ground apart amidst the sound of flesh and blood ripping apart.

There was a trace of human confusion in the eyes of the blood crystal giant dragon, and then it turned to understand, and a muffled roar that seemed to be whispering came out of its mouth:

"The false, long dead, is reborn at the whisper of the Creator."

The blood crystal dragon, in a trance, recited the sonnet he was familiar with, as if he had heard it from a bard:

"In the chaotic and empty deep space, the source of everything is screaming meaninglessly."

"There is only chaos, the source of deep space without form, without concept, without space and time."

"The Roar penetrates all things, all concepts, all things that originate from Him."

"That was a revelation."

"A revelation that no living thing can fully comprehend."

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"His murmurs brought messengers."

"From Him, ends in Him, and will spread His revelation to the end of time."

Muttering one sentence after another, the eyes of the blood crystal-like giant dragon gradually became clear.

The memory of being "Friesen" and being a "human being" was completely dissolved the moment this uncontrollable horror instinct emerged, as if a smear of paint was dissolved in endless waters.

It is an apostle, it is a messenger, and it is one of the agents of the will of the source of everything.

It is the same as every flesh and blood creature on this land and on this filthy soil.

The ice crystal-like blood-colored giant wings flapped, and the dragon's body soared into the sky, and quickly moved away over the earth covered by the blood-colored sky.

In the direction where the blood crystal dragon was heading, almost all the cities had been completely reduced to ruins.

Inside, there were hardly many living people, not many Extraordinary beings who could still maintain their will, and almost all of them turned into monsters.

Only Dilud City, this inconspicuous city, still has "human beings" who can move.

However, at this moment, this has reached the limit.

Endless, dark, silhouette-like shadow monsters with various strange postures, and countless strange insects and butterflies are fighting in this city.

The strong impact of the force collision destroyed one building after another that had already turned into flesh and blood.

These buildings, which seemed to be alive, wailed hoarsely and painfully at the moment they were destroyed.

All kinds of weird monster silhouettes like shadows are still emerging, completely ignoring the painful wailing from the city.

The monster with weird double horns like goat horns, and the colleagues flapping the wings formed by huge membrane wings, stretched out their hands suddenly, and a blazing twisted shadow that seemed to be able to engulf and melt everything emerged.

The moment the shadow emerged, it quickly solidified at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into a flame-like entity, and pounced on a large group of twisted and strange gray-white insects and butterflies.

However, at this moment, the gray insects and butterflies were all deformed and twisted, and the scales formed by the protoplasmic gray things suddenly became smooth, like a mirror.

The moment the flame emerged, its traces were reflected on the mirror-like wings, and its shape was distorted on the uneven mirror surface.

Almost at the same time, the flames released by the shadow monsters, like the flames on the mirror, suddenly distorted their shape, shrinking rapidly from big to small, and even disappeared directly into the air.

And in this battle-like scene, a smear of silver hangs high in the sky like a galaxy, motionless.

Only a vague, snake-like outline was revealed.

The eyes hidden in the illusory river like starlight are looking at these scenes.

She can recognize it, she can recognize the source of these powers.

As "time", he may record all of this with an indifferent attitude, with ballads and poems resounding in the long river of time, as a regular appearance, and complete himself indifferently as a "tool", as a "phenomenon", as a " Order" responsibility. .

But as "time", she will not do this.

The meandering starlight, the illusory silver light like a snake shadow, with an obvious smile, as if waiting for something, watching such a scene.

As the manifestation of "time" but not "time", she is very clear about the status quo.

The waves of the long river of time flowing outside the world have destroyed this world, including time as this world, and myself as a tributary, has also been fragmented.

Everything has collapsed, including time itself.

She knows many things and can feel many things.

but

She, who is here now, is only a "part".

From the perspective of "time", she can see how her fragmented body is randomly intertwined and intertwined.

In another distant time, her split, disintegrated body was isolated from the interconnected time.

At a time "close at hand", that is, another part of her body, several of her body segments were misaligned.

And these physical stages of her are moving.

Seeing this scene, she smiled:

"Destroy the world? Yes, that's right, destroy the world."

As if she knew something, with a smile, she looked at the eyeball behind the shadow rift, which seemed to be destroying the world, constantly creating cognitive shadows to wreak havoc.

That eyeball glanced back at her when her gaze swept over, but

ignore.

Completely ignored what she meant.

"When will the final chapter be?"

The illusory galaxy lingering in the sky swayed slightly, with a sense of laziness permeating it, like an audience waiting for a big show to start.