Chapter 398 The Corpse of the Mother Goddess of All Things (Six Thousand)

"I'm not targeting you."

"I just want to... kill everyone in this world equally!"

Hiss! Ron took a breath of cold air in an instant.

Seeing Hefferson with his hands open, his face up to the sky, his face solemn and even noble, Ron felt cold all over. Just this one sentence gave Ron goose bumps all over his body.

Ron had seen many crazy and twisted beings in this world, but none as terrifying as Heferson.

Especially when he said these words in a calm tone, Ron felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

He said it very casually.

It's as relaxing and comfortable as saying I want to eat jajangmyeon tonight.

But the more this happened, the more horrified Ron felt. He stared into Hefferson's eyes quietly. He knew that this man was not lying and he really had such ambitions.

madman.

Apart from these two words, Ron had no idea what other words could describe the elf in front of him.

After a long time, Ron slowly exhaled, and the small bumps on his arms gradually faded away.

Pursing his lips, Ron said, "I'm very curious. You want to kill everyone in this world. When you say people, do you mean just humans, or..."

Before Ron could finish his words, Hefferson shook his head slightly: "Too small, sir, your vision is too small."

"Just killing all the humans is just a drop in the bucket for what I want to accomplish. It's meaningless."

"What I want to destroy is... all life in this world."

Ron's lips trembled slightly. Although he had already guessed the answer in his heart, he still found it hard to accept it.

He was good at dealing with all kinds of people, but he didn't know what to do when facing a madman. Every word this guy said shocked him so much that Ron had to spend a long time to digest it.

Fortunately, Hefferson seemed to realize that what he said was a little too shocking, so he was not in a hurry.

After a long while, Ron's voice came slowly from the other side: "What's the purpose?"

"What is your purpose?"

"You can't kill all life and then create a world where only you survive, right? To be honest, I don't think there's any fun in such a world."

Hefferson shook his head, seeming to be a little disappointed because of Ron's misunderstanding. He sighed quietly: "Sir, do you know..."

"God is dead."

Ron's eyes narrowed.

He didn't understand why Heferson said this out of the blue.

God is dead? Of course he knew that. Eight thousand years ago, the gods fell. Countless gods died in the war that destroyed the Twilight Dynasty.

However, he knew even more that these gods were also puppets of destiny.

There are also some gods who, after death, are resurrected again and break free from the shackles of destiny around their necks, becoming the biggest obstacle for the repairman to manipulate the world.

It was obvious that Hefferson knew some secrets, but definitely not as much as he did.

Gradually, Hefferson's dark face twisted into a ball. Ron could not see any light in his eyes, only darkness and death.

"You know, priests, in the Church of the Mother Goddess of All Things, are responsible for all kinds of sacrifices, celebrations, and sacrificial ceremonies..." Heferson's words seemed to be a lot. Some things had been piled up in Heferson's heart for many years. He had never told anyone. Even his most loyal subordinates only knew that the high priest was going to do something earth-shattering, but no one knew what this thing was.

Nothing else.

The realms are very different.

When both parties are in an unequal position, it is not communication but command.

But Ron is different. Ron's strength has been recognized by Heferson. In his opinion, the man in front of him may understand his ideals and may even become a great help in realizing his ideals.

"And the great wish of every generation of high priests, who have devoted their entire lives to achieving this goal, is nothing more than to gain the favor of the Mother Goddess of All Things, to see her face, and to hear her voice..."

"But it's been eight thousand years."

"No high priest can accomplish this goal."

“Does God really exist?”

“I don’t know when it started, but even the most staunch believers couldn’t help but start to have such doubts.”

Heferson's voice suddenly became excited: "But I'm different. I have always believed that gods really exist, but they cannot appear in front of believers for some reason. I believe that there is some kind of gap, or obstacle, between gods and believers."

"When gods are powerful, they can naturally perform miracles in front of believers at will."

"But, what if the gods are bound by some difficulties and cannot appear before the believers?"

Ron had roughly understood Hefferson's idea, but he still cooperated and asked: "So..."

There seemed to be a red light flashing in Heferson's eyes: "So, why don't we do the opposite? Since the gods cannot show themselves to the believers, why don't the believers take the initiative to find the gods? If there really is a barrier between the gods and the believers, why can't the believers break this barrier?"

He must be a lunatic to have such an idea.

But who can say that this so-called madman is not a genius?

"So, you broke the barrier between gods and believers?" Ron swallowed, and he felt that his voice seemed a little hoarse.

Heferson responded proudly: "Yes, I wanted to break this barrier, but this barrier is not easy to break. I practiced desperately and continuously improved my own strength. Then I tried again and again, and failed again and again. Finally, when I felt that my life was coming to an end, I finally gave up everything and fought desperately. The barrier was finally torn open by me."

He has every right to be proud.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

In the past eight thousand years, apart from the legendary blasphemers and sages, he was the only one who could accomplish such a feat. He should not be proud of such an achievement.

Heferson was usually a calm person, and would never be as indulgent as he was today. However, he had accomplished such a great achievement, but no one could share it with him. The loneliness he felt was something that no one could understand.

Although he was surrounded by many subordinates, they were too weak and of insufficient realm to understand what he was doing. On the contrary, Ron was strong enough for Hefferson to treat him as an equal.

He was like a child who got a good toy and couldn't wait to show it off: "Sir, do you know what the gap is?"

He couldn't even wait for Ron's answer and was about to continue speaking, but it was obvious that Ron was not a very good supporting actor, and he was not even a qualified listener. Seeing Hefferson's expression, Ron's heart moved and he said quickly: "Could it be that the so-called barrier you mentioned is the seven-fold illusion?"

"And huge chains?"

Crunch.

As soon as these words came out, Heferson's voice was stuck in his throat and he could no longer speak.

That feeling was like galloping on the beautiful elf as usual, watching the arrow on the string, but at this moment, it stopped, got stuck, and the bowstring broke... It was so painful.

Heferson even felt a strong sense of tightness in his chest, and he almost couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. His originally dark old face turned red in an instant, but when Ron said this, he completely confirmed his guess.

Ron, like himself, was indeed someone who had broken through that barrier.

Seven layers of illusion.

The chains are overwhelming.

How can you explain it so clearly unless you have experienced it yourself?

Although this boy is young, he is indeed a strong man at the same level as himself.

After all, I underestimated the heroes of the world.

However, how could Hefelson know that although Ron's strength was quite good, he was still far from his level. He had just entered the legendary realm. Although if he released his own seal, the combat power he could exert would far exceed that of the initial legendary level, even the peak legend might not be Ron's opponent.

But, how exaggerated is the realm of destruction? Ron's strength is still some distance away from being a true master of destruction.

Of course, if we take into account Ron's special energy that is between divine power and magic power, coupled with his powerful equipment, it is not impossible to fight him in a short period of time.

The reason why he knew all this was simply because he had gathered the experiences of Christian and Arianna, plus some of his own knowledge, and summarized them. However, Hefferson did not know this, and in his heart he had already regarded Ron as someone of the same level.

He felt a little depressed, but he didn't know how to say it. He couldn't say that you stole my chance to show off.

Ron was also waiting for Heferson's follow-up content. He was very curious about what Heferson saw after breaking through this barrier and becoming a destructive master that would cause such a drastic change in his personality and even make him try to kill everyone in the world.

Seeing Ron staring at him, Heferson could only suppress the anger in his chest. He took a deep breath and relieved the irritability that suddenly surged in his chest: "That's right, the seven-fold illusion and the overwhelming chains are the barriers between us believers and the gods."

“Guess what I saw after I broke through those barriers?”

Ron said at the right time: "What did you see?"

Heferson's sight suddenly became deep and terrifying, like an abyss: "I saw... a corpse."

"The corpse of the Mother Goddess of All Things!"

Chapter 2 Six thousand, today it is still twelve thousand, everyone wait a moment

(End of this chapter)