Chapter 261 Arrival

Two twisted lights, symbolizing two different wills, collided head-on in the void that only existed in concepts.

The defense line lost its effect almost instantly, the restraints were broken, the blades were broken, the flags were torn, the barriers were pierced, the base was shattered, and even the last support was directly destroyed by the remaining will of the evil god.

The shell peeled off layer by layer, and finally only Lynch's consciousness was left, struggling to persist under the siege of the evil god's vast remaining consciousness.

Cold, twisted, crazy...

As the two consciousnesses gradually entangled, countless negative emotions came to the face, almost directly swallowing up the halo representing the consciousness of the suppressor Lynch.

Hold on! Lynch repeatedly encouraged himself in his consciousness.

This is just a trace of consciousness left by the evil god on the power. Although it is difficult for mortals to fight against it, it is not without a chance of winning.

Never lose consciousness in front of it. As long as you persist, you can win. Otherwise, even if I have a super strong will, it will be meaningless.

Then grit your teeth and hold on, let you see my endurance of floating in the red fog for tens of millions of years.

So, the void was full of light.

In Lynch's observation of inspiration, it can be vaguely seen that the cold halo of Mordiggian's image flickered and almost occupied the entire void. The tentacles formed by the cold light have tightly entangled his consciousness.

And he was left with only a small ball of dim warm light, which was compressed in the corner by the cold light, and allowed to be repeatedly impacted by the cold light, floating like a small boat in a storm, dim and lightless, but always maintaining a little light.

As the consciousness was repeatedly impacted, Lynch's consciousness went from tension to numbness, from numbness to stiffness, and finally only a trace of clarity remained, dully observing the last madness of the power of the disease with inspiration.

Just see who can hold on to the end, just see... um? What's going on?

Just when Lynch's consciousness was already in turmoil and the will of the evil god was still trying to wreak havoc, this piece of void suddenly paused.

It was as if time had suddenly stopped.

At the moment when he felt abnormal, Ms. Luna's unprecedented anxious reminder came from the depths of his consciousness.

[Stop observing, cut off inspiration. 】

However, the numb spirit made Lynch's reaction a little slower. Before he made any action, everything had already happened.

A ball of pure white halo suddenly burst out from between the two entangled wills.

The halo was pure white, solemn and dignified, with an indescribable holy breath. At the moment of the explosion, Lynch's consciousness even rang with a faint holy bell.

As soon as it appeared, it had already illuminated the void.

There was no process, only results, and the light filled the whole world in an instant.

It was not an attack, but a simple appearance and a simple existence. However, just because of its existence, the disease power that crushed all defenses and put Lynch's consciousness in danger at the last moment, now like ice and snow melting under the sun, the distorted brilliance just flashed, and disappeared under the shining of the holy white light, while the halo representing the suppressor was immersed in this holy white light, and was not affected like the evil god's will.

It seemed that an unexpected helper had arrived, and the powerful enemy was killed instantly. Everything was developing in a good direction, but the premise was that if Lynch had not fully opened his inspiration and was observing this world beyond the comprehension of mortals.

However, there was no if, Lynch had just maximized his inspiration and was trying to understand this world.

So when the holy white light burst out and Mordiggian's remaining consciousness was instantly wiped out, an image rushed directly into Lynch's consciousness.

The image looked familiar, and I had just seen it not long ago.

In the painting.

A petite woman, wearing a long robe that dragged to her feet, with an Ouroboros headband holding her long golden hair, holding a two-headed snake scepter in her hand, exuding a holy and noble aura.

One of the twelve main gods, the Lord of Suffering and Pain, Fiona.

At this time, Lynch did not realize how serious the situation was, and was still grateful that her appearance had dissipated Mordiggian's remaining consciousness, but the moment he saw the image clearly, everything had already slid into an uncontrollable abyss.

The next moment, Lynch felt his consciousness was melting away and his spirit was being assimilated.

He was losing his own existence.

The will of mortals could not bear the glory of the gods, and the sight of mortals could not look directly at the appearance of the gods.

Because that was the truth of the universe, that was the rule of the world.

Invisible, unknowable, even trying to understand was the original sin that life could not bear.

Looking directly at the glory of truth, one must be assimilated by the truth and become one with it.

Even if he embarked on the road to immortality, Lynch was still a mortal at this time. Facing the power of rules, all struggles were so pale and powerless.

Fear burst out from the bottom of his heart. It was the instinctive wail of life before destruction, but fear could not change the status quo. The soul had already spontaneously thrown itself into the arms of truth like a moth flying into the fire.

It was over!

Despair and powerlessness filled Lynch's last remaining consciousness. He knew clearly that his immortal journey had come to an end.

However, at the most desperate moment, Lynch suddenly felt as if a hand had patted his shoulder.

A shoulder without a physical body.

Hmm?

Before Lin Qi understood what this meant, along with the familiar crimson light, another figure also broke into his consciousness, blocking him in front of the holy white light.

It was a strange back.

She was tall and slender, wearing a dark red floor-length dress, with long black hair draped behind her back, dragging to her ankles.

The back figure was hazy and mysterious, as if covered with gentle moonlight, and the gestures were elegant and dignified. Even if he stood in front of the front with the most anxious mentality, he still maintained his quiet temperament.

However, for some reason, although it was a back figure that he had never seen before, a familiar feeling had arisen spontaneously, as if the two sides had been facing each other silently for billions of years.

While being blocked, the dissolution and assimilation stopped immediately, and the crimson moonlight wrapped him in it as if protecting Lynch. At this time, Lynch seemed to have returned to the countless years in the past, immersed in the gentle moonlight, and felt only warmth and peace.

For a moment, looking at this familiar stranger, Lynch even forgot the despair and fear that had just filled his heart, staring blankly at the hazy back figure, his consciousness was blank, and only one thought remained.

Luna.

[Heh. ]

The gentle laughter was as gentle as ever, lingering in Lynch's mind, and in the observation, the hazy back figure just raised his head.

So, the holy and crimson lights met in the void.

But as soon as they came into contact, the light and shadow changed for each of them, and the holy light suddenly faded quickly, and the crimson moonlight immediately followed, chasing behind the holy light. The two sides flashed several times in the void, and the holy light disappeared out of thin air as abruptly as it appeared. In the strange void, only the crimson moonlight was left, quietly shrouding the familiar back.

‘To save me, you actually showed up, and in front of other gods, neighbor, thank you. ’ When the light and shadow changes finally ended, Lin Qi finally sent out the idea silently in his mind, ‘Will it affect you? Is there any way to remedy it? ’

There was no answer, but the familiar back slowly turned around.

The face was blurred, and mortals could not interpret it, but Lin Qi could tell that she put her finger on her lips and whispered mysteriously.

"Don't worry, I'm always here."

The next moment, everything shattered, like a broken mirror. When Lynch opened his eyes again, he found himself standing on a hexagram, staring blankly at the blood vortex that had stopped spinning.