Chapter 1412 Holy Communion
big?
In a brief daze, Kuafu was still trying to think: What's big? How big is it? Where is the big one?
Then, he discovered... the big one was really coming.
Moreover, he is so big!
For a moment, the entire abyss seemed to be illuminated by this brilliant and dazzling holy light, and all things bloomed from the movement of divinity.
The eternally dark hell battlefield seemed to have ushered in the dawn.
Feeling the stinging pain in my eyes, I was suffocated and dizzy, and it was difficult to raise my eyes to look at that magnificent glow.
But unlike the worries and speculations of countless people on the entire battlefield, the rancher has never arrived here, or even glanced at it.
At this moment, relying on the body of the so-called 'Holy Son' as a carrier, the rancher truly lowered his power from nothingness. The endless divinity was like a volcanic eruption, one after another from that body that was too narrow and insignificant. emerged from the body, causing the body that was too fragile in comparison to begin to swell and become distorted.
Under the expansion and transformation of the food chain, strange limbs, countless wings, intertwined halos and empty eyes emerged...
It's like countless colorful blocks and rings fused together, constantly rotating and changing, forming dizzying structures and contours.
I should feel fear, but I don't have the leisure to be afraid. I should have felt the sacredness, but there was no room left to feel it.
Even the act of 'thinking' itself has been taken away, along with the soul.
As if transformed into a sculpture of earth, stone, and clay, eyes wide open to witness the brilliance.
"What is that?" Kuafu whispered blankly.
"That's 'God'."
The beast of the end stared straight at that strange outline: "The face and appearance of God."
Huai Shi had been very curious about the existence of the rancher. When he asked Yu Tongji, the answer he got was not the answer he imagined.
"Do you think that Elysium is a big temple with a chair in the middle of the temple and a shining person sitting there, who is the rancher?"
Tong Ji was overjoyed about this: "It's quite interesting, but these are all descriptions of gods after the Renaissance era, right? Before this style of painting, it was particularly popular among primitive gods.
But ranchers are never like that. "
"He doesn't need a temple, he doesn't need a chair," she said.
Because from the beginning He was something purer.
It is said in the scriptures that you shall not worship idols.
Because the clay sculpture of the womb can never summarize His appearance and essence.
The Great Spirit, freed from the shackles of original sin and likes and dislikes, transcending human knowledge and intelligence, is crowned as all divine beings and has never had a material body.
He is everywhere, but exists nowhere. All things and phenomena can be regarded as His incarnations, and fate, birth and death are His interpretations... The Holy Spirit lineage was once set up in this way to integrate the authority from the gods to the greatest extent. , to avoid losses, and at the same time, it will not reveal the face of a certain god alone, to achieve the greatest fairness.
At the same time, it also prevents tangible existence from being born from the fusion of destiny.
Just like what people in today's situation can understand - a 'legal person' is not a 'person'.
But that doesn't mean there aren't risks.
On the contrary, such unchecked power will definitely create unprecedented threats once it gets out of control.
The former legal representative, White Crown King, realized the existence of this hidden danger and tried to save and prevent it, but the arrogant gods did not pay attention to it, thus giving birth to the rancher, a monster who devoured all divinities.
But at the same time, this became His foundation and also became His greatest limitation.
It only has divinity and divine power, but no divine body to accommodate it all. If you want to interfere with everything in the world, you can only rely on the legions and archangels spawned by believers... to send gifts and revelations, all by the hands of others to achieve your goals.
Even Justice can only temporarily serve as His eyes when necessary. Even the No. 1 of the Eternal Group is just an incarnation of the same nature that can accommodate more power. It cannot be driven and is not enough to exert its true power. the power of.
At best, it is only a limited carrier.
Empty has infinite power, but it has no fulcrum.
In this world, searching all over the place and the abyss, there is only one body that can carry Him, and there is only one body that truly belongs to Him.
That is the reality itself.
He wants nothing more than that.
The love and sorrow that humans care about are meaningless to Him. The birth and death of living beings are just links in the food chain and are insignificant to Him.
He never thought like a human being, nor did He lower Himself into such a small perspective.
All the so-called gods want is to return to their holy throne, to embrace everything in the present world again, and to control everything.
Do whatever it takes.
Likewise, for this reason, some forces that can be utilized will be absorbed.
It's like this moment, it's like now.
Such an unrestricted push to the limit of NO.1 would not hesitate to cause him to collapse and become distorted, consuming his lifespan and time in exchange for the arrival of this moment!
As the reflection of the former Almighty God, the Element of Destruction Rancher finally descended into the abyss briefly and partially.
Arrive at the bottom of...the abyss!
In front of the huge dark crack, thousands of empty eyes stared in front of him, perhaps the oldest king of hell.
——[Original Crack]!
The indescribable and strange outlines moved silently.
It was as if the index finger moved.
"He's about to start dinner."
Huaishi murmured softly.
At that moment, the furious roar of the original rift resounded through the abyss!
On the entire battlefield of the War of Realms, all counterattack deployments of the Obscuring Eye fell into sluggishness and panic, followed by unprecedented chaos and fury.
Desperately trying to change direction and return to the abyss.
Not just here, but in the depths of the layers, huge shadows began to dive quickly, and the deployments that originally wanted to surround Elysian Land began to evacuate quickly.
Unfortunately, it's too late.
The conquering angels, who had been retreating steadily during the siege, actually started a counterattack. All the rulers of the Paradise, those archangels who had been gifted by the gods, risked their lives to intercept them at the front, blocking their way and blocking all those who wanted to attack. Enemies who want to interfere with the gods' meals!
The furious roar of the green eyes, accompanied by the cry of the extinct species, resounded throughout the battlefield.
Unfortunately, no one responded.
There is only a cold siege, and the legions of Elysium are constantly broken and dying, and they are constantly replenished.
They don't care about the sacrifices and losses at all, because from the beginning, they were the victims sent here to ensure the success of the 'Holy Communion'.
It was as if from the very beginning, Elysium had no concept of allies in its eyes.
For ranchers, there is only what is edible and what is not. Unfortunately, nothing falls into the category of being off limits to ranchers.
The only difference is between eating now and eating later.
Even under the plot of the flute player and suffering such a huge loss, the rancher never made the slightest change and did not intend to share his current situation with anyone.
He will eat up all those who stand in his way.
The same goes for many so-called ‘allies’, including the Eye of Obscurity.
The negotiations that have been going on for a long time are just signals for justice to paralyze everyone. It doesn't matter if the dark eyes continue to usurp their own initiative.
Just drag them on this battlefield.
And in this process, perhaps the jesters have already guessed, but the flute player doesn't seem to care, or maybe, like the Golden Dawn, he is secretly promoting all this, seeking his own interests, or guiding both parties. disputes and conflicts, with the ultimate goal of losing both sides.
Subjugated Kingdom and Sea of Thunder may have made some speculations, but they have never stopped them. Maybe it's because of the Primordial Rift's growing appetite and insatiable plunder, or maybe it's because of something else...
No matter what, the final result is what happens in front of you.
The Dark Eye was abandoned by everyone.
"It's really unsightly to just think about the old thing lingering on. It's better to move the old bones one last time before being buried. It would be more lively to make a fuss."
In the palace of the subjugated country, the King of Blight looked contemptuously at the scene at the bottom of the abyss, then turned back to look at the projection beside him: "What do you think, Your Majesty?"
"A farce, not worth mentioning."
The King of Giants held his chin and looked down expressionlessly: "In contrast, I am really looking forward to the so-called 'god' thing bred by the current situation -"
"Haha, do you want to place a bet?"
King Ku suddenly smiled when he heard this, "There are so many good things in the treasure house, why not take out two of them?"
"It's boring. Everything has a predetermined outcome. What's the point of gambling?" The king was unmoved. "If you really want it, how about you come and get it yourself?"
"Let's wait until the day comes when I can't find any other fun except you."
The King of Blight is still smiling, "This world is more exciting precisely because of the existence of opponents, isn't it?"
The Maharaja did not answer.
In the darkness, they stared at everything quietly, indifferently and contemptuously.
And the terrifying tide from the bottom of the abyss finally rose to the present level after a long time... From that terrifying depth change, countless hells undulated, collided with each other, and burst into gaps, and a large number of them were like bubbles. The wreckage rose towards the current situation, hit the border blockade, was captured by the gravity of the current situation, or fell into the defense line along the border.
A phenomenon that can be called an abyss-level horrific disaster erupted from the collision between two behemoths.
In the bureau, sirens are heard constantly.
And in the conference room, everyone no longer had time to care about that. At this moment, the eyes of the entire reality and the abyss fell on the deepest part of the abyss, where the two behemoths collided with each other in the sea of chaos.
The veteran in the circle who has been with the longest qualifications but does nothing but dive every day and only wants resources and links, and the monster-level newcomer who has just joined the group and has already made a mark in comparison——
They should be evenly matched and inseparable.
But in fact, victory or defeat is decided the moment the two meet.
To be precise, it was when the rancher, just as planned, passed all the obstacles, locked the location of the food, and landed in front of the original rift.
Between the hungry god of hell and the old monster who has only a few days to live, is there any suspense about the outcome between the two?
Under the layers of wheel-shaped light, thousands of mouths opened and closed, singing hymns, and countless empty eyes stared at the huge crack that was violently spasming in front of them.
A roaring sound rang out from the crack, corroding countless souls, as if opening its mouth to take a deep breath, swallowing up all the souls within ten depths.
Even between the battlefield and the depth, the terrified silhouettes were convulsing rapidly, screaming, feeling the call of the original crack, struggling, and finally integrating into the crack.
In the crack, a strange eye opened, like a dying person on a hospital bed, and stretched out strange limbs to grab the rancher who was close at hand.
The light wheel spins and the rancher's chant spreads.
The invisible collision suddenly triggered a huge torrent.
One by one, the wings shattered and dissipated out of thin air, while the limbs with original cracks also quickly disintegrated, twisted, and fell into the light wheel like dust.
Another collision, a third collision.
The shackles fixed on the original rift have been completely destroyed. As if fleeing in fear, the huge crack suddenly closed, trying to hide into nothingness.
However, he was stuck in front of the layers of light wheels!
Thousands of pairs of wings are spread out, and the eyes and mouth on the wings are constantly opening and closing, showing a sacred posture. The huge and strange outline actually entered the darkness within the crack amid the convulsions and screams of the original crack.
The shrill wail spread.
Holy Communion has begun!
But that weird look is more appropriately said to be fusion than eating.
To be precise, it is to swallow up all the disasters accumulated in the original rift, and use this oldest existence as the basis to create a full-body carrier.
Make the other person, like the NO.1 of Yongshi Group, a part of you forever.
The original rift will not die, but from now on, even the King of Hell will struggle in eternal pain in the abyss food chain...
And the rancher will descend into the abyss again!
In a more complete and larger posture!
Since the deathly silence, the deep storm has spread, and the sea of chaos has raised tides, while the strange cry of a baby resounds in the abyss, accompanied by the creepy sound of chewing.
Conception begins.
The god is about to be born——
At that moment, Kuafu heard Huai Shi's voice again.
"Are you ready, Abao?" Huai Shi turned around and finally warned: "Don't miss this opportunity, it will never come back."
Kuafu was confused: "You asked me to prepare for a long time, what exactly are you preparing for?"
"Nonsense, prepare to have a feast!"
Huai Shi rolled her eyes: "Otherwise, are we here to be filial sons and hold banners?"
"Where to eat?" Kuafu looked around, becoming more and more puzzled.
"Do you even need to ask?"
At that moment, the beast of the end grinned hungrily.
Of course - whichever side dies, whichever side is eaten!
At that moment, at the bottom of the abyss, from the huge crack that spasmed in pain, a pale palm slowly stretched out.
As if having limbs for the first time, the arms are constantly twitching and extending, and the fingers are growing and shrinking, curling and opening continuously. In the end, they become the five fingers of a human being and are slowly raised.
Toward the glow of the present state that I have longed for for a long time.
It's as if he wants to hold the whole world!
"Give."
The person next to him reached out and put the carefully prepared gift for the newborn into its hand, "Open it and take a look. Do you like it?"
At that moment, the rancher, who had not yet had time to be born, was at a loss.
The half-stretched limbs were frozen in place.
And right next to it, in front of the slowly closing door of the Survival Courtyard, Chu Hai, Tier and Shiva looked at each other and smiled silently.
Just like the three sages who came from afar, they took out the gifts they had carefully prepared for the Holy Son who was about to be born - the five soldiers representing war, the chains representing shackles, and the karma representing eternal destruction. fire!
Before that, the first thing to be opened was the box in the hands of the rancher - a birthday gift jointly created by the Seventh Secret Workshop of the Technical Department of the Administration and the Eternal Laboratory of the Survival Institute.
Σ type deep annihilation generator MK-III
——Code name: [Paradise Lost]!