Chapter 308 The Possibility of World Destruction

Chen Xiao'er didn't care about the colorful tiles on the ground. She raised her head and swung the axe hard.

A deep black light rose from the soles of his feet, penetrating the gray mist. At first glance, it looked like black gold erupting in the desert.

"Huh." Chen Xiao'er subconsciously held her breath, but her heartbeat was too rapid, and the next second she couldn't help but open her lips and take a big breath.

There was no burnt smell in the air, and the newly generated black light was colorless and odorless, and could even cover up the foul smell of the gray fog.

They were clusters of deep black, and in the deepest part of the darkness there seemed to be some sparse spots of light hidden, but those spots of light were also black... yet they could be easily captured by her naked eyes.

Chen Xiao'er blinked her eyes, and the surrounding mist mixed with black light quickly rose to the height of her knees.

But this was the limit. The thick black "fog" in the room soon stopped rising and began to shrink downwards with bubbling sounds.

A strange picture appeared in her eyes.

The bubbles churning in the room seemed to have turned into some kind of living creatures. They squirmed and gathered together, forming a giant black dog in the center.

So that's it. She weighed the axe and calmly watched the dog-like creature walk out of the darkness.

"Is this your god?" The girl staggered forward.

It wasn't because she was tired; she hadn't even considered herself tired. It was because there were simply too many spots of light before her eyes, so many that she couldn't focus on this "illusion."

The black dog stared at Chen Xiao'er without barking or making any noise.

Its four legs were embedded in the surging black light, revealing a body the size of a gray wolf.

Chen Xiao'e wasn't surprised. Who knows if this is a dog? Maybe I'll have to chop off its head before I realize someone dyed the sheep black and attached a dog's head.

She spread her legs and rushed towards the giant dog.

"Ahhhhhhhh——" The crowd below suddenly changed color, and with distorted faces they screamed miserably towards the platform.

So, that's the Lord's projection, right? At least they're willing to believe it's a projection of God.

Every bit of our Lord's strength is a precious cornerstone of the new world. How can we allow others to destroy it?

The believers stretched out their hands forward, trying to use their fragile bodies to block the shining giant.

Sizzle—the azure electric light poured down from top to bottom, and the silver-haired apostle's chain-like attack blew away all the black shadows rushing towards Chen Xiao'er.

If Chen Xiao'er turned around at this moment, she would find that the hollow tube she had thrown away was in Ling's hand, waving it to knock down any fanatic who dared to rush towards the platform.

But she didn't look back, all she had eyes for was the huge black dog.

Perhaps it's a genetic fear that makes humans afraid of particularly large dogs.

But madmen are not afraid.

Chen Xiao'er looked at the giant dog and quickly found a suitable place to chop it with the axe: the dog's neck is quite thin, so it must be very convenient to chop it, right?

"Ouch..."

The giant dog seemed to have seen through her terrifying plan and shook its ears very smartly.

It pulled out four long, slender spider-like legs from the dark mist and leaped hard! First, it jumped onto the high platform where the box was placed, and then with a kick of its legs, it jumped onto the cabinet next to it.

Stupid dog.

Chen Xiao'er followed closely with an axe in hand.

There's no one over there, so it's easier for me to chop!

She raised the axe high and brought it down hard.

One, two, three... Each hit hit the wooden board hard, splashing pieces of wood chips.

Jump up—bite me, you damn dog!

Chen Xiao'er stared at the giant dog perched on the cabinet: Jump quickly, and when you bite my leg, I will chop off your head.

The giant dog stared at her with its dark eyes, not moving an inch.

Chen Xiao'er didn't hesitate for a moment, and she kept splitting open half of the cabinet with bangs.

Rumble...Finally, the cabinet made a loud noise as if it could not bear the weight, and fell to the ground with a clang.

The black dog's paw slipped, and Chen Xiao'er couldn't wait for it to fall to the ground completely, so she swung the axe hard at the dog's neck.

Puff—the boiling liquid splashed everywhere, spilling from the shoulders to the ground.

“Ha, hahahahaha.”

She laughed wildly, picked up the huge dog head on the ground, turned around suddenly and shouted: "Hey, look carefully! This is the god you serve, just a broken dog——"

“Ah, ahhh!”

"Wooooooooooahh ...

Their eyes hurt, but what was even more painful was seeing with their own eyes the "Shadow of God" being grasped in the giant's hand and twisted off.

Are we wrong? Is it true that this great being is incapable of defeating mere humans?

The feeling of despair that had just risen was then overwhelmed by great joy, because... the shadow of the god rose behind the giant, even bigger than her!

“Oh my god…”

"God, God!"

The believers rushed to kneel on the ground and worship the black light and shadow behind the white giant.

His body was not solid, but it gave them a sense of security that their souls were connected.

After all, their souls had long been devoured by despair. Seeing their dead souls so "alive", these corpses who had been dead for many years naturally felt indescribable emotions.

Huh? Don't try to fool me.

Chen Xiao'er held up the sticky dog's head and listened to the hoarse roars around her, and suddenly a strong sense of disgust arose.

In contrast, there is also doubt: the joy on these people's faces is so real, so crazy, could it be... is there really something behind me?

She gripped the axe tightly and turned sideways, her pupils contracting violently.

The shattered cabinet fell to the ground, revealing a secret room behind it. The room was shrouded in darkness, with only a red copper oil lamp burning slowly.

A thin young man sat in the light of the burning fire.

His eyes were tightly closed, his hands resting on his knees, his legs curled up on the cushion. If the pure black mud beneath the cushion were replaced with a lotus, he would indeed have the charm of a Buddhist saint.

The corners of Chen Xiao'er's mouth twitched, the black blood clinging to her lips like a clown's smile. She didn't smile; she simply arched her back, like a cat poised to pounce on a bird.

The thin young man in the black mud raised his head and slowly opened his tightly closed eyes.

His face was originally pale, and it seemed that he would turn into light and disappear at any time, but the moment he saw Chen Xiao'er's painful eyes, his aura suddenly changed and became surging.

As the young man straightened up little by little, the surging aura in his body began to stabilize, as if he had drawn endless strength from Chen Xiao'er's pain.

He did receive it.

Chen Xiao'er's despair was so heavy and so sweet, far surpassing the dregs squeezed out by Him.

If she could remain in despair and depression, He would easily win.

However, this is impossible.

Because after Chen Xiao'er looked down and saw the corpse of the child in the black mud, she let out a heart-wrenching roar.

"Die—" She rushed to Him in short syllables, raised the sharp axe high, and split the wind.

The young man suddenly laughed. He knew that it was impossible for him to kill Chen Xiao'er in just a few minutes, but he would definitely be killed by her.

But who says my victory can't come after being defeated by you?

Chen Xiao'er, I need your despair.

No one can kill you except yourself.

The young man slowly opened his lips, and his jade-colored teeth squeezed out crisp notes.

"Chen Xiaotong."

Sure enough, after hearing his sister's name, the axe trembled and stopped in front of his nose.

"Tell me quickly, or I'll kill you." This was of course a lie.

The girl's eyes were already turning red. She would not listen to any excuses. As long as she was forced to tell her sister's address, she would cut the evil enemy into ten thousand pieces in the next second.

I'm not going to keep you in suspense.

Despair smiled calmly and said, "Your sister, of course she is..."

He slowly raised his hand, preparing to point his index finger downward.

What's down there? There's a lot of stuff down there.

There is the abyss that traps newborn snakes, and there is the black mud that holds the bones of many children. If you don't know the abyss exists, what do you think I said?

Your cognitive filter is strong, very strong, but it still has many flaws.

Some words are difficult to achieve distorted conditions, such as 100% truth, words unrelated to anomalies, and the implication that you have already guessed.

Be a little more desperate, Chen Xiao'er. Chen Xiaotong is not over yet, today will be very long.

Time seemed to move very slowly.

As His fingers rotated and His lips opened and closed, the despair in Chen Xiao'er's eyes grew thicker and thicker, turning into a dazzling black.

It was so beautiful. The pure black, like a starless night.

Rustle, rustle.

Meteor? No, you can't ruin such a beautiful sky!

A blue light suddenly appeared in front of Despair's eyes.

The speed of that light was too fast, and He had no way to avoid it—puff.

The azure glow spiraled away and eventually solidified into a hollow iron tube that shattered the bridge of the nose and pierced through the center of the head!

Bang!

Ling used her body to block out the cruel and colorful scene. While stirring the iron pipe, she shouted loudly: "Xiao Ai, don't believe it, it's lying!"

Chen Xiao'er looked up in a daze, blood splattering everywhere behind Ling.

"Zero..." She opened her lips slightly, and her lover turned around in the blue light and protected her cheek with his bloodless left hand.

"It's okay, it's okay." Ling Wen coaxed. Half of her body was covered in blood, but there was no fishy smell at all.

“…” Chen Xiao’er opened her mouth but couldn’t say anything.

There were so many things she wanted to know, but she didn't want to know anything at all.

Ling shielded her from the debris and bloody rain behind him, lowered his head and whispered, "Xiao'er, you're too tired. Let's go back to the hotel and rest. I'll accompany you to look for Xiaotong. Trust me."

Looking for...Xiaotong?

Is she, Xiaotong really not here, not in... those quagmires?

The remains of the children rose and fell slightly in the mud under Chen Xiao'er's feet.

What that person just wanted to tell me was probably "Chen Xiaotong is right downstairs."

"It's lying, Xiao'ai."

Compared to the cruel conjecture, Ling's persuasion was so appropriate. Believe her, then leave, and wait until everything is over and spend the rest of your life looking for Xiaotong.

And then—and then let it go?

Just like letting go of Sister Lan.

“This too shall pass.”

“Time will heal many wounds that we thought were serious.”

is that so?

What flowed from the dark eyes were no longer crystal tears, but bright red blood.

“Ah, ahhh—”

Chen Xiao'er raised her hands high, and the axe fell silently to the ground. The ripples completely shattered the buildings and believers.

"The world, the world..." She stared at her beloved and only remaining lover through the blurred tears of blood.

It would be great if such a world were destroyed.