Chapter 1404 Massacre

The melodious sound of the flute never ceases.

Krishna lowered his eyes, immersed in the interpretation of the wonderful phenomena of heaven and earth.

Among the gorgeous colorful clouds, countless petals and light, the phantom-like figure appeared in the glow at the end of the sky.

Like a mirage.

It's clearly reflected in his eyes, but he doesn't know where he is.

In other words, everywhere.

At this moment, when the realm of [Creation Theory and Bhagavad Gita] expands, covering the land of nothingness, it shakes everything from its roots.

The ancient narrator, the mentor of heroes, the recorder of great deeds, and the creator of legends, once again showed his power - now, it seems that there are thousands of mouths telling the events that happened at the same time, and thousands of hands carefully describing each one. In an instant, there are thousands of viewpoints and positions critically analyzing every change, and there are thousands of completely different perspectives looking at the world in front of us.

——And let the world become what you see!

In this way, under Krishna's narration, viewing, and tasting, magnificent changes like a kaleidoscope emerged from this hell.

The burning flames are so dazzling, just like the vigorous posture of Shiva's dance, and the blood shed is so bright, like the essence flowing out of Asura's neck.

Scenes of the battle between gods and demons were shown one after another, and then they disappeared and transformed into another scene.

The strong men collide with each other, sometimes riding on the waves, sometimes standing on the top of the mountains...

It's like holding an invisible lens in your hand, freely adding your own style of expression and new special effects to this re-expression.

In the midst of the brutal fighting, the long streets will turn into gloomy and cold black and white, with streaks of bad pixels flickering in the air, and subtitles will appear in the air for everyone's words and roars.

And when the Dragon Blood Legion charges in the flames, the glorious scene is like a detailed description in an oil painting.

When the giant beast rolls among the ruins and bites, it feels like it is suddenly thrown into a special photography studio, and everything becomes rough and simple.

The earth cracked, the sky collapsed, and torrents swept across, slowly flowing through the city model made of clay, showing a childish and cruel scene in the stop-motion animation.

And when Edward Witt and other members of the Golden Dawn gave orders to reorganize the defense line, their actions would remain in the air, with dots and shadows attached as shadows, and their words would float in bubbles of various sizes. rise.

The subject matter, style, medium...the world is like an experimental CUT film, constantly changing and showing completely different postures.

When those pair of observation eyes look down, even the giant of the underworld, Osiris, will turn into a weird two-headed SD doll without any surprise during the conflict and fighting, fighting with the Nendoroid Heretic King...

Change, continuous change.

This is war.

Everyone is the protagonist, no matter their position, everyone's story is developing, no matter good or evil, when characters and stories collide, completely different styles will collide with new sparks and be dyed with different colors.

In the end, it intertwined into chaos that no one could control!

If it were just like this, it would be nothing more than a minor illness, of no importance at all, and would not even make Westcott take a second look.

At best, changes in appearance and performance cannot change the essence.

War is war and death is death.

But at this moment, under the superposition of the observer effect, every change in painting style actually imposes subtle deviations, causing the unity and separation between the individual and the whole to be separated. Ubiquitous interference fills every line of laws and matrices...

This is the essence of creationism!

From a high-dimensional observation perspective, countless variables fill the world.

Revealing the face of chaos again.

The rules and laws that we were used to taking for granted are now in vain. Under observation from different perspectives, most of the laws are unable to be completely self-consistent. There are huge loopholes in all the frameworks, even the alchemy performed by the secret ritual. The effects of the technique are also distorted and cannot be precisely controlled...

No need to fight, no need to face enemies.

Just looking is enough.

Watch, tell, convey.

Attracting all colors and disturbing all gravity, Krishna's eyes shine all over hell, overlooking everything with disdain.

And just above the earth, whirlpools that even Black Sky's Eye could not shake were spreading silently. Colorless and transparent, it distorts the air and light, and outlines the storm-like outline.

The invisible wind howls as the eye moves.

It was like a rough palm forcefully tore apart the defense of the Great Mystery, creating an excellent environment for Black Sky to perform.

Kronos walked the earth.

The expressionless Isaacs came out of the timeline and started a new storm.

Their existence itself is a huge distortion of reality and a huge hole in time.

Even in the time noise area of ​​Nothingness, where wide-area time axis operations cannot be used, vortexes have been formed just by existing here.

As long as it exists, it is the destruction of the land of nothing.

When he exists in an area long enough, the ripples from the timeline will turn into a frenzy, turning the entire area into a huge hole in the time span.

In the completely disordered time sequence, one can see the solidified beings running in terror, sipping tea calmly, chatting and laughing indifferently, fighting in anger, and then disappearing silently into ashes in the irregular time jump...

And in the chaos created by Krishna and Kronos, an unstoppable black torrent surges between souls.

The wave of hatred is raging, splitting, spreading, jumping between countless subtle emotional changes, converging out of thin air, drowning all consciousness, and cruelly drowning the solidified person in the most desperate abyss.

For a long time, the ivory tower that had always presented itself as the benevolent face of an educational institution finally showed its ferocious face inherited from the Utopia.

Just the flawless tacit cooperation of the three people has already set off a torrent of death.

Spread the massacre without mercy.

With your blood, we will fertilize the foundation of the Utopia; with your corpses, we will rebuild the monument of the genealogy of the Kingdom of Heaven!

And in the midst of the earth-shattering aftermath, there happened to be a "Dog Head Truck" that came and went, running freely, and took off in Wuhu, a land of nothing.

Wherever there is chaos, go where there are fewer dead people.

Drag the heretic king and fly the kite!

"You're stupid, I can fly!"

Beelzebub Jiejie laughed wildly, not noticing that he had unknowingly transformed into a dog like Huai Shi. He once again performed an emergency maneuver skillfully in the air, and narrowly avoided the attack spewed out by the Heretic King. A sharp breath, and then accelerated again.

Pounced on the fortress rising from the ground.

In front of the defense line that had just been laid, Edward Witt, who was holding the record of the [Sword], looked up at the figure falling from the sky, his expression suddenly changed, and he turned pale in an instant.

Don’t fucking come over here! ! !

boom!

Styx armor swooped past, spreading torrents of burning wings of light that set the fortress on fire.

Then the Heretic King fell from the sky like a meteorite and destroyed all the remains. Only Edward, who flew backwards in the air waves, silently shed two lines of tears.

The line of defense is gone again.

Hurry up and fucking destroy, I'm tired.

But in mid-air, his eyes flashed, and he once again returned to the core of the land of nothing.

"Next, the defense will be taken over. Lord Westcott hopes that you can devote yourself to assisting in the launch process of "Maxims and Arrows" - the vital counterattack is entrusted to your hands."

"etc?"

Edward was not surprised, but was shocked and lost his voice: "Leave it to Aleister? Is Westcott crazy!? Our plan has not yet reached the application stage! Are we going to consume the vital results here?"

"It's just an overall consideration."

The Fool replied calmly, facing the fate of being used as a consumable and a tool, without any dissatisfaction: "Everything is for the Golden Dawn."

At that moment, a new light rushed out from the land of nothing.

The originally riddled copy of the Great Mystery was actually repaired by the glow, re-supported, and functioning again, gradually returning the out-of-control timing to normal.

In the huge container, the sleeping chosen one opened his eyes.

His name is Aleister.

A rare finished product from The Chosen One.

Its name is, [World]!

The drastic changes in the painting style actually sluggished for a moment. In front of the magnificent projection intertwined with countless event records, there was a future filled with gold, like the dawn.

The Chosen One·【Pope】!

Then, the collapsed cities were reconnected, reuniting all things and connecting them into one body - the Chosen One, [Tower]!

…

Twenty-two completely different rays of light intertwined with each other, covering the land of nothing, like a dam rising from the ground, forcibly containing the spreading torrent.

At one's own expense.

In a long period of time, research, accumulation, growth, transformation... these twenty-two beings who can be called reference objects and completed products were selected from countless chosen people!

Given the name of Tarot and the title of Aleister, each of the chosen people walking out of the precious cultivation warehouse and storage warehouse has the potential to become a ruler, and even some of them have already There are three beings who advanced to rule not long ago...

But now, these precious achievements, works with great future in the abyss, the brainchild of the Golden Dawn, have left the storage vault and embarked on the battlefield!

Under the terrifying pressure brought by the heavenly lineage...

Seeing the fire stirring in each soul, Westcott's heart was as sharp as a knife - it was no different from squandering precious test pieces in the laboratory.

The potential of fishing in dry lakes can be used to make up for today's difficulties.

No matter how good the situation was, he would not make such a decision, and was even prepared to inflict severe damage on the land of nothing - but this is how his psychological bottom line gradually gave in and collapsed.

Surprises came one after another suddenly. Even before that, who could have thought that one day, some dog from nowhere would use the Holy Grail to cut an economic trial sample of the land of nothing and give it to the rancher. Take a sip...

The God of Hell has always had an absolute appetite and greed for everything. Now that he has tasted the taste of the Golden Dawn, he will not say anything without poking at him.

Moreover, even if there is no rancher - Thunder Sea, Ruined Kingdom, Dark Eyes, Pied Piper... which one is more fuel-efficient?

It is necessary to stop losses in time and launch a counterattack, otherwise it will be a good thing to lose all the initiative in the subsequent war of the worlds. How can a severely damaged Golden Dawn cope with the cruel competition and encroachment within the abyss?

And now, when the Heretic King's pursuit was stopped by The Fool and he went to support elsewhere, amidst the blockade rising from the ground, Osiris stared indifferently at the Fool's projection in front of him.

"Hello, Huai Shi."

In the blockade of the Chosen People, the Fool asked coldly: "Should I say long time no see?"

"Long time no see, are you okay, have you eaten, are you hungry, are you cold, drink less, drink more hot water, go home early...Why do some people always like to say such meaningless things, fool?"

After a brief moment of astonishment, Huai Shi couldn't help but laugh, "Of course you can say whatever you want, fool, but the result won't change, right?"

"No, I just want to reveal your destiny in advance..."

The Fool's expression is still indifferent, or in other words, the murderous intention and hatred engraved in his bones have long been unshakable: "Maybe you think that with Osiris, you can do whatever you want.

But even for Ordun, the only outcome is destruction... Today, you will be shattered to pieces in a destruction that is ten times greater than yours! "

Following his words, figures shrouded in flames rose up behind him.

Locked into the presence of Osiris.

The murderous intent is bone-piercing.

But in this fleeting silence, Huai Shi fell into silence.

Confused, he raised a hand.

"Emmmm...wait a moment, I have a question."

Huai Shi hesitated and looked at the opponent in front of him curiously, in disbelief: "Are you really good at fighting?"

The Fool was silent, his brows furrowed, but there was a hint of confusion and confusion in his expression.

Don't know what he is talking about.

I don’t know if this is another bizarre tactic to delay the attack.

"Ah, well, how should I put it? It is indeed a good thing for people to have confidence." Huai Shi sighed and reminded helplessly: "Perhaps, you think you have the advantage over me, because you are ten times better than me.

However, the problem is - when facing me and Osiris, as opponents, there is only a mere ten times difference? Isn’t your confidence in yourself a little too strong? "

I couldn't help it any longer and had the urge to laugh out loud.

Amid the cold jokes from his opponents, Huai Shi's shoulders in the cockpit trembled, and he almost burst into tears with laughter: "What else are you dreaming about, fool?

This is a complete disadvantage, right? ! "

At that moment, within the chilling blockade, the rage was finally unable to be controlled.

Fiery bombardments tore through the void and descended with a crash!

Without caring about the cost, they drew out all the source matter reserves in the Nowhere Country, and the twenty-two chosen people launched an attack with all their strength, using all their strength.

But in the torrent of destruction, there was a red-hot steel giant that went against the mad tide, rising towards the sky like a tidal wave. The wings of light spread out and converged, covering the armor and turning into cold white clothes.

"Don't worry, you will understand the gap between us soon."

In the hands of the Iron Titan, the Supreme Judgment Blade unfolded again, regretfully announcing to the enemies: "You will understand——"

The so-called 'power' only has meaning when it is held in someone's hands!

I really recommend my senior Yao Long’s new work "Rebirth of the Wild Era of Xiangjiang".

Speaking of which, when I was in college, there were three code words in the school. When I was still on the street, my senior had already made a name for himself, and my junior had already been in the world for a long time. After so many years, my senior has become a rich second generation, I have become a middle-aged fat nerd, and my junior’s coding career has been going smoothly, and he has become a great master, and successfully has his own special page and die-hard fans, well, in a certain The indescribable green forum... This school has really good feng shui, and everyone has a bright future.