Chapter 1562 The Former God

After the masked man finished speaking, he laughed again.

The Witch God had no idea that the masked man planned to completely fuse the space at the top of the tower. There is no doubt that this plan can be described as crazy.

Because there is not only him at the top of the tower, but also the heads of ghosts and gods, and even the guy hidden at the top.

Of course, what he didn't expect the most was that the masked man could actually find someone with an almost identical aura to him as the incarnation of concealment.

Even the current gods may not be able to achieve this kind of ability.

“If you can fuse, then try it!

I will never let you succeed! "

After a brief period of panic, the Witch God regained his previous composure, because he would not be frightened by anyone.

“I really enjoy watching you struggle.

No, no, no, to be precise, it’s the way you struggle desperately but are still unable to recover in the end. "

If you look at the masked man at this time, you will find that half of the masked man's body has disappeared.

His lower limbs completely turned into the liquid connected to the swamp below, and the whole person looked like he was floating on it.

"Soul Divine Light!"

The Witch God has now lost control of space and is completely unable to use even the slightest amount of space power.

So now he can only use soul attacks to hinder the masked man, so as to find a chance to break through the predicament.

But as soon as the divine light of his soul appeared, it was immediately corroded by the black liquid falling from above.

Looking at the masked man, his whole body has completely melted and is sinking into the mire below.

"Damn! What the hell is this!"

If the Witch God could still remain calm before, then at this moment, he could no longer keep himself calm.

Because after losing control of the space, all he could rely on was soul attacks, but right now, his soul attacks were completely ineffective.

The masked man did not confront him head-on at all. He clearly chose to avoid him and rely on his ability to eat away at the space at the top of the tower bit by bit until he was integrated into his body.

The space at the top of the tower is shrinking very quickly, and it is exactly what the masked man said before, as if it is being attracted by something, and it is constantly being squeezed.

The Witch God never dreamed that the masked man's ability was so powerful that he could even integrate space into his body.

It has obviously reached the extreme of integration.

He became like an ant on a hot pot. Although he was extremely anxious to get out of the predicament, no matter how he looked, no matter where he went, it looked like a dead end leading to death.

"No!"

The Witch God roared with sorrow and resentment, he must not die here.

He hid everywhere and endured for a long time before finally waiting for this day.

For so many years, the driving force that has supported him to keep climbing up and survive is revenge.

As for whether he can take back everything that belongs to him, as far as the current situation is concerned, it is no longer important.

However, the guy who made him lose his only identity like a lost dog must pay a price for it.

It can be said that human beings can have the ability to compete with ghosts, and all kinds of laws in the world can be perfected, all because of his contribution.

Back then, he had separated thousands of clones, constantly immersed himself in the past, and tried his best to make various attempts.

Under the shroud of loneliness, I watched one clone after another die.

After waiting for so long, a clone finally appeared that could save him, a clone that could make him get rid of everything and change everything. However, the clone actually swallowed him up and replaced him.

He was originally the real Xiao Mo, but in the end he ended up losing his identity.

Fortunately, he was able to escape a ray of distraction at that time, and that's how he became the Witch God now, and he became the hatred-filled person he is today.

After falling from the throne of God, he watched the great changes in the world, and watched the world that should have become stronger in his own hands, but instead continued to decline.

He gained freedom, but after falling from the throne of God, he lost control of the rules of the world.

He has no way to use the rules to recall the friends who have left him, nor can he use the rules to return to the world he is familiar with.

Freedom was gained, but what he lost was everything except freedom.

An insignificant clone, a chess piece that should have been held in his hand, became a god in this world and the real Xiao Mo.

But his original master had been deprived of everything, and he even had to hide as much as possible in order not to be noticed by him.

No one can endure what he has to face every day.

Because he couldn't face himself.

There is no way to allow yourself to forget everything and live like an ordinary person.

In the beginning, the master of this world was a consciousness called Gaia.

Facing the invasion of another world, Gaia did nothing and could only passively be beaten.

When he finally came into contact with the truth of the world after going through many dangers and difficulties, it was finally possible to change this situation.

Gaia tricked him.

Gaia didn't want to give up her control over the world, so she launched a crazy counterattack against him.

They ended up fighting each other, and he lost his freedom in the process.

And only gained partial control over this world.

For the next long time, he kept fighting Gaia, but he was still unable to win.

Until he began to plan to divide his consciousness into countless parts and throw them into the past time and space, so that those clones would become the seeds to rescue him and become the final attack to destroy Gaia.

However, the fullness of the plan was replaced by the cruel reality.

He failed again and again and returned without success. For a long time, he even gave up and felt that he could not succeed.

Until a clone appeared that changed the rules, rekindling his hope of escape.

In order to protect this seed of hope, he did not hesitate to consume himself and overdraw everything, paving the way for it step by step, just to wait for him to come to him.

But when he finally met the other party who was full of hope, what he got in exchange was the result that made him extremely desperate.

Although Gaia was destroyed, he was also devoured at the same time, turning from a main body into a separate soul without an identity.

And what he couldn't accept the most was that by the time he regained his freedom with this split soul, the people he knew had already been wiped out by the cruel laws of the world.

There is no longer a relative of him in the world, no face that is familiar to him.

After waiting for so long and paying so much, what I got in the end was a result countless times more desperate than despair.

If it weren't for this strong hatred that supported him, he would have chosen to end it long ago.

However, at this moment, the nightmare seemed to be happening again.

He had been preparing for a long time and had waited for this opportunity for revenge, but he had to fall at the last and most critical step.

Why do you do this to him?

Why would you treat him like this?

"I haven't taken revenge yet, I haven't made all your fantasies come true, and I will never die like this!"

The Witch God pointed at the sky that had been continuously melted by the black liquid, and roared ferociously.

The next moment, the blood vessels all over his body suddenly burst, and he turned into a bloody man. His originally gray-white eyes were filled with dense red bloodshot eyes.

"Ghost King Cemetery!"