Chapter 222: Killing God and Creating God! (I Am Dr. Willy, I Speak for Myself)

My name is Willy-Claire.

I used to be a human.

But now, I am not sure if I still belong to the human race, because I have encountered the most incredible and unbelievable thing in my life.

How incredible things can a normal person encounter in his life? Winning the lottery jackpot? Meteorites falling next to you? Escaping a disaster? Successfully confessing to the goddess?

Okay, cross out the last one. It is impossible to succeed in confessing to the goddess, so I am still single.

But what I encountered is more difficult to accept than these. This is another world that ordinary people can never understand.

I have seen the most brutal monsters, the most powerful humans, the most terrifying existence, the most advanced scientific research results (note: from Dr. Willy, that is, his own hand), and even know the biggest secrets in the world.

The end of the world will surely come.

A world full of dangers, strangeness, power and terror is approaching our world. Before that, humans may be destroyed by natural disasters and man-made disasters like countless prehistoric civilizations. If not, then the remaining people will experience deeper despair.

Endless powerful monsters will sweep the world. This is not only the end of mankind, but also the end of the world.

Can the end of the world be stopped? Is the world doomed to be destroyed?

In the long run, this is inevitable, but in the short term, at least I hope that I will not see these bad things before I die. Therefore, I have spent half my life to research the highest crystallization of the combination of technology and mystery.

Powerful armor of the bishop level!

Some guys with lack of imagination decided to name them the Knights of the Day, as if they wanted them to fill the lack of combat power under the Night Watch, but as an inventor, I still prefer to call them:

God-killing armor!

A fact that is difficult to accept but does exist is that after the bishop level, that is, the 10th level of the strength classification formulated by the Special Affairs Department, the strength of the extraordinary will reach a height that ordinary people cannot imagine.

They can go up to the sky and into the ground, causing a huge wildfire, a violent earthquake, a violent tsunami, and even more terrible disasters. In their eyes, ordinary people are more fragile than ants in our eyes. A breath will kill a large number of them.

In ancient times, these extraordinary people once ruled the earth with their power. Our beliefs and myths are all their shadows. These are the original gods!

Of course, they are just humans with powerful powers. The development of science and technology has enabled us to resist these extraordinary people and successfully expel them from our history, but this is only temporary.

Our weapons, various high-powered firearms, missiles, cannons, and even top-secret weapons that are said to be under research and can destroy tens of kilometers in one shot, cannot resist these extraordinary people.

Or it is not the weapons that cannot be resisted, but us.

After testing, even if it is a bishop-level existence, if it is hit by a missile head-on, it will also die under saturation attack, but before that, ordinary people who operate weapons may have died first.

Only the extraordinary can fight against the extraordinary!

The more I study, the more I understand this truth.

The bishop level is so terrible, so what about the existence above it, the archbishop, and even the legendary apostles and popes, how powerful are they?

Once, I was very lucky to meet a night watchman. Most of the time, the night watchmen came and went in a hurry. Although they were once human beings, they are obviously not now.

No one wants to have too much contact with them, because of fear or worship. The former regards them as moving disasters, while the latter regards them as guardians, and even worships them like gods.

The night watchman answered my question. He said that if he wanted to, if no one stopped him, he could destroy the entire imperial capital in half a day and turn it into ruins, and the survivors would not exceed one percent.

I don’t know why he gave such an example, but the shadow of horror often lingers in my mind.

I must do something, do what I can, to fight against, or even hunt these gods that once existed in our history!

The plan succeeded, but it also failed.

I successfully developed the prototype of the first generation of God-killing Armor and tailor-made supporting facilities so that ordinary humans can also use it, but the failure is that humans using armor are too weak in front of extraordinary power. If they want to avoid being destroyed, they can only be assimilated.

They will gradually become new superhumans, or even worse!

Powerful superhumans that can be mass-produced!

Everyone is satisfied with the results. The Red Gloves and the Federation, who have different opinions, are competing for this technology, but they have not thought that they are using new demons to fight old demons.

Maybe they know, but the powerful power, long life and even other things brought by the superhuman power fascinate them. My research has received unprecedented abundant funds, and countless smart brains are at my disposal, but I feel a stronger fear than before the appearance of the God Killing Armor!

I am not creating a savior to save mankind, but a new ruling class, a group of new gods!

Those politicians, capitalists, and entrenched family leaders, each of them is eyeing the God-killing Armor. I forgot the most important thing. When I decided to use nightmare monsters instead of evil spirits to create the God-killing Armor, the horrible side effects no longer exist.

And the desire and pursuit of human power is endless.

Before these armors are used to resist the enemy, they may first become tools for humans to rule their own kind. This time, it is no longer a rule that can be overturned by bullets or numbers. I will become a great man in the eyes of a few people, and the vast majority of people will hate and curse me in their beds at night.

Maybe one day, the world I hope to save will be prayed for destruction by countless people, and the moment the end of the world comes, it will become the gospel of all religions.

But this may not happen, because it depends on how much of their bottom line will be left once people have powerful power?

"Huh!"

Suddenly, on a blood-red carpet floating on the sea, Dr. Willy opened his eyes abruptly, gasping for breath. His brain seemed to have not yet gotten rid of deep memories and worries, and he stared at the blood-red sky in confusion and spiritlessness.

Blood-red?

I'm not dead yet? !

The previous memories flashed through his mind like a movie fast-forward. He flipped over and found that his body, which used to be out of breath after walking a few more steps, now looked extremely healthy and strong. His muscular forearms and palms seemed to have returned to his thirties or forties.

"Roar!!!"

But the next moment, before he could be surprised, a bloody mouth suddenly broke through the blood mist, with dagger-like fangs standing upright in it, rushing towards him!

Then, above the other person's head, a tall figure fell from the sky, and a blood-red spear pierced through the entire big mouth with a puff. Willy saw a tall blood-scaled fish man, looking up at him, then grinning with disdain.

He was despised by a fish man.