Chapter 229: Moving Shadows (Part 2) Wasteland World + Half of the Comics…
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"Guests? Haha, yes, we are guests!"
In the dark forest path, a pair of golden eyes quietly lit up, and without turning back, they said to the man behind them: "But, let me confirm again, what is your reason for participating? Entering the land of gods as a human being, paying such a high price, is it really just because you are worried about a little ghost?"
The man following behind him calmly asked back, "No? Is that enough?"
"..." Then? His golden eyes darkened, and he sneered, "You are cunning, but I don't have time to listen to your nonsense. Tell me the truth quickly, otherwise, if something unexpected happens later, don't blame me."
The leaves rustled, and a "door" made of white mist gradually emerged in front of the dark road.
When the door was about to be opened, the man who had been silent for a long time finally spoke and said:
"The fog surrounding him will eventually dissipate one day."
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"Dark, cold, confused, and dead silent.
In the pitch-black space, only the dazzling golden light was clearly visible.
'My poor child. '
'Fate has bound you, humanity has imprisoned you, time and space have made you unable to wake up, and the curse rooted in the earth is still approaching...'
'Weird weird disgusting? Gagged garbage bastard &%#&--'
'Door? '
Twisting and winding, it went up and drilled deeper into the soil.
The white mist rose quietly and turned into a void "door" in the soil.
The twisted and entangled shadow entered the "door."
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"You woke me up from my deep sleep, just to invite me to some party? Ha, boring."
In the huge space filled with white mist, a figure formed by scarlet sand folded his arms and sneered. It was the second-generation Desert God who was killed. His consciousness still existed inside the sacred tree that could not be touched by reality. He was called by the Ocean God and woke up in the depths of his dream.
After understanding this, the second generation Desert God finally walked towards the passage ahead.
But then, footsteps were heard behind him.
"Hey, that guy in front, is he the god of the desert?"
The second generation desert god was about to turn around.
A raging and terrifying sandstorm hit him from behind like a tsunami, followed by mocking and arrogant words.
"You are too weak, just like a bug that can be crushed to death. Kneel down and lick my feet. Say no, I will surely grant you the highest honor."
What? The voice continued? "A vile thief, an arrogant person with a human mind, and... a foolish heir."
Seeing that looming figure under the sandstorm, the face of the second generation desert god "Shendu" instantly darkened.
"Further away, there is an egg nestled in a corner, looking like it is poking its head out."
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"The truth of the world? No? No? No? I can't see it, I can't understand it, I don't understand what you are saying at all."
"You are [Time], the god closest to [Time and Space]. Can't you see the beginning and end of this world?"
The gray-haired old man was hunched over, and in his wide-open eyes he reflected the Poseidon, who was still wearing the face of the blonde girl. His eyes were full of bloodshot, and he shook his head in panic: "What? How could I see it? I am just an old man, an old man who is about to die!"
The god with human female appearance walking in front of her quietly stopped, closed her eyes, and silently "watched" the quarrel that was about to break out behind her.
He just watched.
Watch quietly.
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The moment the black-haired boy looked up, his breath caught in his throat.
A scarlet shadow was reflected in the gradually shrinking pupils, as if there was a blood-colored mist spreading silently.
That? The red god, who had been silent all the time, stood in front of? him, lowered his head slightly, as if? observing and? thinking, and finally? slowly bent down, stretched out his hands, and as if with some kind of nostalgia and? intimacy, he touched the black-haired boy's cheek.
Then, the young man quickly and decisively raised his hand and tightly grasped the red god's wrist, his eyes clear and cold.
"Who are you--"
A stick came from the side and violently stabbed between the red god and the black-haired boy, interrupting the delicate atmosphere.
【Mythology】 has appeared. 」
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When he saw this, Chu Xiuyan sneezed three times in succession.
System Tucao: [Everyone says? You? Have a cold, but you? Still don’t? Believe it. ]
Chu Xiuyan groaned: [I remember there were two or so points of divine pollution. As expected, that thing has no effect other than increasing the debuff.]
Now? It's ten o'clock at night.
He was staying in a hotel in the next city, planning to continue his trip the next day.
And? After? a busy day, the system finally released today's second comic update at? 9:30 pm, which was the appearance of several gods that Chu Xiuyan just saw.
Because I paused on this page for a long time, barrage of comments popped up one after another.
【Ohhhhhhhh! So many people, uh… so many gods! Uncle, long time no see, Monkey, long time no see! Then, then, what is this red thing?!】
[Wait wait wait! Is this the "blood mist"? ! Damn! Narcissus! ]
[Brother Monkey, you? Are you? Here? at? the right time? Let Yunzi tell? the identity of that red guy? There?s? hundreds of? Yunzi? crawling? wooooooo ...
[Ah, ah, can’t you fight? The dead god-sama]
[Everyone! Our great God's Container Theory is back again ahahahahaha! ]
[Is it possible that the red god is only half of the [blood mist]? Is it possible that it is only the half of Yunyan's body that split after multiple replays? So, the theory of gods, the theory of reincarnation, and the theory of superposition still account for the majority!!!]
【Fight! Fight! Fight!!】
[Speaking of which, the uncle in front seemed to hint that the fog around Yunyan would gradually dissipate. Then, he took the initiative to attend the God's Banquet. In addition to keeping an eye on Yunyan to see if he would do anything impulsive, he should also be looking for some clues.]
[No? Do you care? Yes, it's so lively here, let's fight! ]
Chu Xiuyan sneezed again.
He climbed out of bed to close the window, and sneezed several times when he fell back into bed.
"I don't know why, but I always feel like someone is talking about me."
Chu Xiuyan shuddered, immediately switched software, and sent a series of desperate calls to Chu Wenxi, [It's late at night? You're going to scold me! ! ]
Three seconds later, the person on the other side replied: [If you are sick, go take medicine. ]
System: [There is a pharmacy 800 meters away from the hotel. ]
Chu Xiuyan: "I choose fast delivery."
But...it still feels a little weird.
Is there really no one here? Is anyone talking about him behind his back?
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Wasteland world.
Forest area, ruined city headquarters building.
This world is a never-ending cycle.
Zhang Chun sat on a chair in the corridor, sorting out the intelligence he had collected so far.
Since the end of the world is bound to be destroyed, the god [Time and Space] takes the entire world back to the past to explore a true "road" to the future. This process has been carried out hundreds of times, and it is obvious that all these hundreds of attempts have failed. From the current point of view, the forces on the Northwest Base are looking for a way for "all mankind to become gods", and there are many ways to become gods, including human superpower evolution, the Northwest Base's research on the purification of alien god blood, and even direct inheritance of the throne of gods like the second generation desert god and Harris Ivan Mengya.
Furthermore… according to [Blood Mist], the strong opinion of forbidding the birth of gods came from him—[Earth]. In other words, in the past, [Earth] believed that if more gods appeared in the world, it would lead to some kind of horrible consequences that could not be reversed by itself.
Something flashed through Zhang Chun's mind. He looked up at Harris, who was sitting awkwardly beside him. "You? Tell me? What disasters have you seen before at the end of the world?"
Harris, who didn't know why he appeared in the ruined city headquarters, said cautiously: "Tsunami, sandstorm, landslide, sky crack, space distortion, and..."
Zhang Chun raised his hand and gestured to stop.
Tsunami——[Ocean], sandstorm——[Desert], landslide——[Earth], sky crack——[Sky]...
And the ones that come after can all be connected.
In other words, the existence of gods is likely to bring about disasters that match them.
Anyone or god who knows about backtracking and is aware of those hundreds of disasters, as long as they have a decent IQ, would probably be able to think of the question of "whether the gods will bring about a disaster that causes mass death of humans in a controlled manner."
And this is contrary to the Northwest Base's plan to "lead all mankind to become gods"...
No?, No? Right?.
Zhang Chun suddenly frowned.
The Northwest Base clearly knows that becoming a god is likely to lead to various disasters, but as long as humans become gods, the disasters caused by other natural gods will not be able to completely kill them, which means... In order to achieve the goal of "all humans becoming gods", the Northwest Base does not mind even if the price it needs to pay is the destruction of the world.
...It's too extreme.
And? Moreover, when he was [Earth], would he choose to slaughter other gods or even commit suicide because of the destruction of the world?
That? But God.
Zhang Chun never underestimated his arrogance as a god.
Therefore, the motivation that forced the Northwest Base to frantically try the plan to make all mankind become gods, and the reason why [Earth] betrayed its own position and chose to kill the remaining gods, may be hiding deeper and more terrifying secrets.
When Zhang Chun thought about the fact that this world was a huge mystery, he couldn't help but sigh deeply, ready to do something else to relieve the pressure, and said, "Is the Sky God still on that small island not far from the shore?"
Harris nodded: "The dream world passage has already extended to that small island. Do you want to go see Him?"
"…For now, let Jing Heng and the others go first."
Zhang Chun said, and stood up to go back into the house, but at the moment he stood up, something suddenly flashed through his mind.
Speaking of which, the gods in the world today are basically gods born naturally, but what about before?
"In the past, there seemed to be many." Harris searched his mind for the memory fragments left by the dream god in the past, and said, "There were many superpowers in the past. At that time, there was no such thing as becoming a god would lead to terrible consequences, so many superpowers directly evolved into higher life forms, including [Earth], [Rule], [Sun], [Water God], [Creation], and..."
Zhang Chun's expression gradually changed as he heard the names of gods that were more terrifying than the last. He said decisively, "Wait, in the end, it was the Earth that killed them?"
Harris whispered awkwardly: "The kind that even pulled up the tree roots..."
Zhang Chun was silent for a long time and did not continue to speak. He pushed open the door and vaguely saw all kinds of strange things piled up in the dim room. He sat beside the bed, looking at the sleeping boy on the bed, and slowly calmed down. His rapid heartbeat gradually stabilized.
Harris stuck half of his head out of the door and quietly looked at the bed that was almost hidden in the darkness. After hesitating for a while, he whispered, "Yun Yan hasn't woken up yet? It's been almost a day... Although it feels like the influence of the residual power of the dream god, I checked and there is really nothing... Could it be the [blood mist] or the "black self" that Yun Yan mentioned?"
The medical team in the ruined city also came to check, but they couldn't find anything wrong either.
The young man who had just resolved the threat from the ocean and fainted in the depths of his dream seemed to be sleeping, but this time, he seemed to have slept for a long time.
"It doesn't matter," Zhang Chun said, "Yun Yan will wake up, we just need to wait a little longer."
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Modern world.
"A-choo! A-choo—"
Chu Xiuyan sneezed heavily again. He curled up in his bed, pondered for a moment, opened the food delivery app, and ordered cold medicine.
At this time, the latest chapter of the comic is about all the members of the God's Banquet arriving, and the red god is dragging the chair to the northwest.
Progress is slow.
A system that has been working overtime for a day: [crying.]
When the barrage saw the red god sitting down directly next to the Northwest Icefield, a sharp explosion sounded instantly: [F-fuck! Northwest again——? ! ]
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