Chapter 178 The Rebirth of the World
Failed.
Even with all his strength, he could only leave a few scratches on the huge, deformed body, and the dozens of tentacles he chopped off were only a few, and when they fell to the ground, they exploded into corrosive black mist.
His heart was completely protected by the black air. Even if the flesh on his hand rotted when it touched it, it would be of no use. The life force of his bare bony hand was sucked away before it even touched the heart, and he became an old corpse on the ground in the next second.
Everything that was protected was eroded. The city gates were wide open, the city walls collapsed, and the deformed tentacles seemed to extend infinitely, snatching up resident after resident right under everyone's noses and swallowing them into their stomachs as food.
Screaming, fleeing, tragic. The flames ignited the eaves, and thick smoke rose to the sky. The bright red silk fluttered in the air like a flag, and then fell to the ground after being torn apart, leaving messy footprints in the mud.
Hell on earth.
His deformed eyeballs spun as he laughed, and his piercing laughter pierced his eardrums. He was so happy that he felt that all the pain and frustration of the past month had disappeared. He continued to kill, and the energy that was overflowing from absorbing the cultists was gradually consumed, but He still continued.
He kept cursing that man's name, and countless eyes moved left and right, looking for a figure that might appear.
Daytime.
The phantom pain in his chest as if it was burned by fire had been appearing continuously since that day. The dazzling white energy light broke through his black energy and pierced straight into his flesh, slowly corroding his heart over the past month.
The fear of death was upon Him; He was about to die. Just die so easily and ridiculously.
No, it's not possible.
The original sacrifice was not enough to fill the void. Under the erosion day after day and the requests of his subordinates, he finally gave up the plan of "rebirth" and was determined to die together with the righteous people with a hatred in his heart. Even if it was impossible, he would fight to the death.
And now, the plan has exceeded expectations and can be said to have been a complete success.
When I think of this, I feel joy spread throughout my body.
only……
He paused, enough to hesitantly turn his eyes that were reflected in all directions.
Why hasn't the day come yet?
The tentacles tightly wrapped around a human who didn't know his own limits, until a crisp snapping sound was heard, the sound of broken bones. The human lost the ability to struggle, and quietly bent down, his pupils dilated for a moment.
【elder brother--! ! 】
The dagger in the man's hand fell along with his body. He seemed to hear a miserable and voice-breaking cry. When he remembered that he had forgotten to absorb the vitality of the psychic, the man's body had been snatched away by another person.
So pitiful. He was a little interested and wanted to use his tentacles to crush the two figures running away, but the psychic holding the corpse ran much faster than at the beginning, and even his physical strength seemed to have recovered a lot.
But this is just a last-ditch effort. He waved his hand fiercely, and the tall building collapsed instantly. Stones rolled down the wall and smashed down, creating a cloud of dust and burying the two figures underneath.
Looking down at the city, it was a mess.
The prosperous city and the lively ceremony were all turned into debris scattered all over the ground. The seriously injured psychics were buried in the collapsed buildings and disappeared, ordinary people became their meat, the top leaders organized a retreat, and the few remaining psychics still held their weapons high, using their fragile bodies to block the huge monsters.
Vulnerable. He glanced at the figure below him with disdain, thinking it was just a mayfly trying to shake a tree.
At the moment when the tentacles were raised and about to chop down, several sharp chains wrapped around his limbs on all four sides, piercing into his flesh and hanging on. Then, two or three psychics appeared from the shadows one after another, dragging him with all their strength, and for a moment they actually controlled him for a few breaths.
It's just these few brief breaths.
The dazzling, surging energy gathered by people, carrying with them all their strength, fiercely attacked His heart. The black air was instantly dissipated by the thick and pure energy, and a sharp pain exploded from the heart, and the sufficient power suddenly began to collapse.
Like a hole in a balloon, it means the power of the gas is deflated. The black air covered the heart again. The bright red flesh twitched weakly, the deformity flaked wildly in uncontrollable rage, and the black mist continued to fall in anger.
The psychics who had lost their strength were carried up to the sky by the flying chains and could no longer hold back the deformity.
Although the attack did not kill him, it also proved that the collection of the purest energy condensed from the psychic can indeed eliminate the black air.
This is the style of an orthodox shounen manga, and it also fits the conditions for the game's final boss battle.
The psychics at the beginning fell heavily to the ground, their ribs broken and lungs punctured. They spit out blood and held back their screams, having already accepted the fate of dying here. At this time, a huge, shiny bubble flew towards them, swallowed them up, and carried them away with difficulty but safely.
Yun Paopao broke out in a cold sweat and felt a throbbing pain in his brain from the difficult control.
Qin You successfully evacuated the people while covering their retreat, but they were not far enough and it was only a matter of time before they were caught up. She volunteered to stay and help the rescue team save people, which could at least delay the situation.
The safe zone hidden under the wreckage will be discovered sooner or later, and they must find the next point. Yun Paopao gently put down the seriously injured psychic that Bubble was carrying, and took advantage of the chaos to squat and run away, heading to the area where the twins disappeared.
Fu Ling, who was supposed to evacuate with the people, returned with a frown on her face. The girl with supernatural powers reduced her aura and presence to the minimum, standing in the ruins and blending into the wreckage. After staying still for a few seconds, she kicked the ground hard, gritted her teeth and followed Yun Paopao's back to look for the victims buried under the rubble.
…
At the same time, chains like French cannons wrapped around the deformed limbs. But this time He had a premonition, and His tentacles were waving wildly and struggling to be restrained, so the other psychics had to lead Him to a remote place to avoid hurting the rest of the people.
People can never be killed.
Continuously, more and more people will come and use themselves as bait to stop the abnormal slaughter. Even if we all perish in the end, we must strive for victory for humanity.
However, under the threat of accelerated erosion, the deformity becomes more and more crazy in its desire to eat new life forms. The erosion that had previously stopped restarted after the previous blow, and the familiar pain spread once again, carrying the shadow of death.
He could not accept it, nor could he accept the outcome of being killed by humans.
Countless eyeballs rolled around, and he couldn't even accept the uneasiness in his heart at the moment.
The corpse swallowed in his stomach could not fill the gap again. He paused in confusion, not caring about the chains that were wrapped around him again. After a strange pause, he suddenly raised up all the tentacles that extended downwards from his body.
Like a web woven of flesh, dripping rancid slime and emitting thick black air, it took shape above the city, covering the black clouds and bringing a deeper shadow.
Strange scriptures sounded, tearing countless lips open and close on the flesh ball, chanting unknown spells, affecting the nerves of everyone who heard it.
The heart shrinks rapidly and the strength dissipates rapidly, just to gain the tremendous energy for the next blow.
Below, countless psychics looked up, staring blankly at the impenetrable flesh net above them. It was like a corrosive rain, splashing and making a tooth-aching sizzling sound.
Laughing terribly and crazily.
The piece of flesh net slapped down hard. Just a gust of wind can damage already fragile objects.
Is it ending?
Just as the piece of meat net was about to crush everything into ashes, an intense white light comparable to it emerged, stinging everyone's eyes.
Strange patterns appeared on the ground, connecting to form an unknown formation. It is so huge that you can't see the end of it, and it seems to contain the whole world.
The huge formation that could cover everything, the burst of light almost illuminated the sky, and completely dispelled the dark clouds, causing the falling meat net to hesitate. Because of this moment of stagnation, people found a chance to resist and avoided the fate of becoming meat paste in the net.
Hope seemed to be rekindled, the flickering candlelight.
There was a man standing high in the sky, his black windbreaker fluttering in the strong wind, looking down at all living beings.
Daytime.
Some people cried for joy and shouted his name the moment they saw this figure.
Thus hope becomes visible. Light shone in the eyes of countless people. They raised their heads devoutly. Even though their eyes were stinging from the burning white light, they still kept their eyes open, staring at the figure high in the sky with tears in their eyes.
The deformity is stuck. He slowly moved his eyeballs, staring at the dark shadow. New and old hatreds came to his mind, burning his heart with pain.
【——! ! 】A shout that was no different from a scream.
He shouted the man's name with bloodshot eyes, and his tentacles changed direction and stabbed towards the sky.
A thin membrane appeared just as the tentacles were about to touch the young man, gently but unquestionably confining anyone who wanted to step out of the formation in place.
The day seemed to be smiling.
His face was hidden in the light and the strong wind blurred his features. He was too far away and standing too high, so no one could see his expression clearly.
People were crying. They watched with joy as the formation bound the deformity firmly to the ground. Countless silk threads, which took shape after being stained with blood, entangled the tentacles and limbs, pinning it down. The deformed creature howled and screamed as an unknown formation absorbed his power as violently as when he plundered others.
The long-laid supernatural devices are connected underground, and their precise positions and tremendous energy diffusion impact everyone's spiritual network.
The thread sank into the flesh, and the severed limbs fell to the ground, raising a fishy smell. He felt desperate, as if the knife hanging over his neck was about to chop him down and kill him completely.
The killers will eventually become prey, and this sudden war may end successfully with humanity's perseverance and the end of the day.
The formation was so huge that it covered the entire safe zone. The ubiquitous silk threads entangled every cultist who tried to struggle, greedily absorbing their physical strength, and even absorbed all the black fog.
In the central city, in various guilds, and in various villages, everyone looked up to see the tiny yet clear figure.
A light pierced through the dark clouds, revealing the bright sunshine. At that moment, everyone looked up to the sky and remembered this scene deeply in their hearts.
There is no doubt about the huge momentum and powerful strength. From now on, everyone will know the name "Daytime".
The commander stood among the weeping people and looked up at the man in heaven with them. The probability predicted by the supernatural power changed from a horrific single digit to a familiar unknown. He was stunned and a little confused.
The top executives breathed a sigh of relief, thinking they had saved their lives, and no longer felt guilty about their previous suspicions about Bai Zhou.
…
Just as the unsuspecting people cheered.
The thread wrapped around the human's body with such force that it cut into the fragile flesh in an instant. The unexpected incident caught people off guard and made them scream in disbelief and sweat.
What's going on?
Many people have raised questions. When the silk threads rebelled and bound their bodies, all the ecstasy over the enemy's death turned into fear, suffocating their throats.
[Wait, why...? 】Some people were confused due to severe pain, [I, I am not deformed...]
The young man in the sky did not respond.
He bowed his head as usual, taking everything in, with a smile still on his lips.
The psychics within the formation felt the pain from the mental network. The pain was all-pervasive, as if their second heart was being forcibly ripped out. As it deepened, they felt an intense sense of uneasiness, but even covering their heads was not enough to stop it.
There was a crisp breaking sound, as if a string that had been stretched to its limit finally broke.
The silk threads wrapped around the energy balls broke away from the mental network, left the forehead, and flew towards the figure in the sky.
Countless energy balls flew in the same direction from all directions. At that moment, severe pain and emptiness attacked every psychic. They realized what they had lost and tried to grab it in panic, but they were bound tightly by the thread and could only watch their own superpowers fade away.
The feeling of powerlessness and the lack of energy flowing in the body make people extremely weak, like trapped animals.
People finally realized something was wrong.
Curses rang out in various areas, coming from the mouth of the person who had just been crying with joy and expressing his gratitude, but were all blocked within the formation and could not reach the young man's ears. But how could he not know?
The supernatural power rushed towards the daylight like starlight, penetrated into his body and was used by him. Boundless power gathered in his body, and even though he was high above, people could still feel the strong fluctuations.
[He wants to become a god...! ! 】
Some people understood his thoughts with disbelief, but they didn't expect that the most painful knife came from the person they trusted the most, stabbing their heart and causing them unbearable pain.
In a trance, a voice sounded in everyone's ears. It was Bai Day's smiling thanks, sneering thanks for their stupidity, which instantly aroused a tsunami of emotions.
Admiration and resentment change in an instant.
Lin Muyu and Si Yu'an fell heavily to the ground, and the unconscious Ye Yunhe fell on top of them, hitting them hard. The binding threads disappeared with the space, and they regained their freedom.
They helped Ye Yunhe to raise his head, trying to stop the young man's actions, but it was too late.
The world has fallen into a carnival of one person.
The formation absorbs the psychics' physical strength and plunders their superpowers. They announced to the whole world openly that the culprit of the looting incident was right before their eyes.
This grand rebellion finally began.
The commander fell to the ground helplessly, the supernatural power he relied on for survival also stripped from his mental network. He propped himself up and tried hard to raise his head. The only thing he remembered in his mind was the last prediction, the inquiry about the survival of mankind. After adding the existence of that person, the extremely low probability garbled code finally became -
unknown.
He still hasn't cracked it yet.
Beside him, Lin Du also looked up. The grief over the death of his fellow comrades and the hope of the current desperate situation overlapped and evolved into the betrayal today. He had a blank expression on his face, not knowing whether he was happy or sad, and whether what he had done was right or wrong.
He was an ordinary person and was not greatly affected. He just squinted his eyes in the strong wind and his tears were blown dry. But he still had an inexplicable belief in his heart, which made him feel ridiculous until now -
The day did not betray.
But what does this scene represent now? Lin Du didn't know. He just stared stubbornly, letting the stones blown up by the wind cut his face.
The leader of the Dark Nest once again felt the breath that made him tremble. But this time it is extremely powerful, so powerful that it is beyond the control of humans.
If you drive the powerful, you will definitely be bitten back.
He looked at the day in wonder.
[Is this person seeking death?] 】He thought.
The supernatural powers continued to penetrate into the young man's body. He closed his eyes, enduring the swelling as his body was forced to expand. His blood vessels seemed to burst. He absorbed endless energy again and again, nourishing the only supernatural power in his spiritual network.
This is Ye Yunhe's special ability.
[Daytime——!] ! ! 】
Someone cried out at the top of his lungs, filled with immense anger and hatred, wishing to die with him, yet trying in vain to stop it all. But the device that had already taken root in the ground was unmovable, trapping everything.
Bai Ri closed his eyes, enduring the pain in his limbs, his face distorted in the strong wind. The heart-wrenching cries were blocked out by the outside world, and he just endured the coronation on his own.
The human body cannot carry too much energy.
Like a porcelain doll, a crack appeared on the young man's closed face, revealing the chaos inside that had been eroded to the point of losing the skin and muscle layers, as if a black hole was swallowing up everything.
He had almost lost his human form, his skin completely shattered under the intense pressure, the essence extracted from countless supernatural powers was completely absorbed by him, filling the gaps in his body after his skin peeled off. He went from chaos to pure white.
A new body was created for him.
As long as you can endure the torture of being broken and reassembled, the body of the "new god" will be born in this world.
But the price is the tragedy of all living beings.
The curses gradually became quieter, and people cried and cried in despair, as if they knew that there was no way back. They desperately allowed themselves to be entangled by the silk threads. The people with superpowers have become ordinary people. When the black fog comes in the future, no one can defeat it, and the destruction of the world is just a moment away.
And how much sincerity does the so-called illusory "God" have for the real destiny of mankind? That's what they thought.
Ye Yunhe woke up in this sorrow. She opened her eyes, and before she could sense the emptiness of her spiritual network, she was attracted by the scene she saw.
The low sobs of her fellow creatures rang in her ears, but she was too slow to pay attention to them. She only looked at the vague figure in the sky. It seemed that in a moment of peek, she saw the silver-blue in the man's eyes when he opened them. Unreal beauty.
At this moment, "God" was born.
The moment the pure and surging unknown energy spread, everything was silent, and even the strong wind and thunder stopped.
That body made of all things looked like a human but was not. Just a glance at it made people feel a burning pain in their eyes and could not be looked at directly.
What's next? People think slowly. They raised their eyes, enduring the burning pain and peeked at the human figure, and vaguely they also caught a glimpse of the pure silver-blue.
The great rebellion came to an end.
"God" laughed. His eyes are everywhere, taking in everything on earth and feeling a hidden joy for it.
He saw the desperate eyes of human beings, the deformed and fearful gazes, and the confused eyes of people he once knew.
They looked scared. He realized this fact without any emotion.
【Bye now. 】
It seemed as if a faint voice whispered.
The world paused for a moment, and then there was an overwhelming silver blue. That faint light poured down from the bottom of His eyes, and in His illusion He heard the sound of an ancient bell humming. The only impression before His consciousness faded was that of the beautiful blue, which spread like a torrent and swallowed up the entire world.
The world was once again swallowed up by that silver-blue.
——
The torrent of time is composed of countless fragments. After being caught in it, the spirit seems to transcend everything, crossing the reality of mountains and seas, and coming to a strange and dead place.
In the picture, His form has returned to the formless, and His consciousness has risen to the realm of God. He turned the page of the tilted world forward, and supported by the torrent of time, he found the spiritual network of the world in the past.
It is a torn wound that will be exploited by people with bad intentions in the future, and the world will become hell from then on.
But at this moment, it is still safe and peaceful, rising and falling with the breathing of the world.
A faint fluorescent white light flew towards the wound, weaving a thin yet tough outer layer, slowly completing the spiritual web.
At the moment when his obsession was fulfilled, He finally felt tired. All the power that was used to weave collapsed, his body disintegrated, and he fell on the edge of becoming a god.
Unable to control time any longer, He was drawn into the torrent, and His consciousness was about to be shattered in the endless drift.
With a soft sigh, the world gently welcomed Him and enveloped His fragile consciousness so that it no longer felt pain.
The new born "god" fell.
He quietly closed his eyes with a peaceful smile, and was shattered in the chaotic torrent. His consciousness turned into pieces of powder and merged with the silver-blue.
This is the last time the world line restarts.
The dead opened their eyes, and the life that should have stopped grew new branches. The black fog completely disappeared and was annihilated in the covered world line, along with everything that should not exist.
The timeline is back on track.
From this point on, there is no more daylight in the world.
The god was buried in the sealed world line, closed his eyes forever, and fell asleep in the arms of his companions who caught him.
Good night, day.
Good night, ▇▇.
The End of the World ends here.
The cartoonist would like to express his sincerest gratitude to all readers.
【End of the article】
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