The truth of the Lord of all things
The moment he saw Mason, the Monster Lord narrowed his eyes slightly.
The heavy breath pressed down, as sharp as a needle hitting a wheat spike. The power of the World Tree flowed into Canaan, prompting the ritual to proceed at a speed far beyond the normal speed. If the original speed was one, then now the speed is ten or even more.
The progress of the ceremony continued to rise, and the Monster Lord no longer hesitated and took a step forward.
The space was torn apart with a sound of being unable to bear the weight, and a passage was forcibly torn open. His figure was looming in the void, and he actually penetrated the obstruction of space in an instant and appeared beside the opponent!
At the critical moment, the portal withstood the pressure and swallowed Mason in one gulp. A black door flashed and teleported him to another place.
The forceful invasion undoubtedly angered the gods who were performing the ceremony. Golden threads spontaneously entangled the body of the Monster Lord and pierced into his flesh and blood.
Under the control of the Lord of All Things and Omnipotence, the Lord of Monsters was somewhat restrained for a while.
"How dare a dying fool stop me."
The monsters in the entire Black Mist Realm went completely crazy, rushing to attack the human territory. Even though humans were well prepared, they still got into a tough fight right away.
The blood of monsters and humans dyed the ground red. The pale snake's tail wrapped around the monster's neck and strangled it mercilessly. Bai wiped the blood off his face, his expression darkening.
Endless monsters attacked Guixiang City, and all of them were reduced to ashes under the pressure of the mechanical army's artillery fire. Even so, more monsters still rushed over regardless of their lives.
Such scenes appeared in every corner of the Black Fog Border, and the border was completely transformed into a meat grinder that devoured flesh and blood.
Catch up with the other party. The two sides, one in front and one behind, began a fierce chase. The figure kept flashing in various places in the Holy City. If it weren't for the strengthening of Oleus, I'm afraid the portal would have surrendered to the opponent's power long ago. Even so, its movements were getting slower and slower.
Mason changed direction without hesitation and fled outside the holy city. The Monster Lord immediately guessed his purpose. This was the domain of the Lord of All Things and Omnipotence. As a being of the same level, even He would be subject to certain restrictions. And Canaan's progress in becoming a god was much faster than expected. He had to make a choice between the two.
Capture the host of the World Tree, or sabotage the ascension of the New God?
Without any hesitation, the Monster Lord chose the former.
After leaving the Holy City, the domain of the Lord of All Things and Omnipotence was weakened a lot, which made the speed of the Lord of Monsters faster. The distance between the two was rapidly reduced, and a ghostly shadow appeared at the end of the field of vision, heralding terror and death.
The portal was completely panicked: "No, I can't get rid of it, we are going to be caught!"
"Keep going according to plan. Don't stop."
The boy's calm expression added a touch of confidence to the portal.
Mason used the power of the World Tree to its maximum, and a green tree shadow appeared in the sky. The black mist turned into a group of twisted snakes and bit hard, forcing the Monster Master to slow down again.
In the back and forth consumption and pursuit, Mason finally saw his destination. The marble door was full of traces of polishing by the years, and the appearance was solemn and solemn. Mason stopped. This was a large cemetery, neat and clean, and it looked like someone often cleaned it.
The golden threads shrouding the cemetery were particularly dense. The Monster Lord also stopped, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.
"Aren't you going to run away again?"
The two stood facing each other, like a pair of friends. The boy shook his head calmly: "I didn't expect you to care about me so much, it's my honor."
"Compared to you, the newborn god is just a minor trouble. You are underestimating me by relying on the Lord of All Things and All Powers to stop me."
Today, the World Tree has entered the second stage, but it doesn't matter. It will only take a few hundred years, and the ownership of the World Tree will eventually belong to Him.
No matter what happens today, He will take the World Tree!
The Monster Lord took a step forward, and the golden threads were stimulated to counterattack wildly. Although the surface seemed indestructible, it was actually on the verge of collapse. As more and more black mist infiltrated from the outside, the golden threads covering the entire human domain gradually broke apart, and cracks appeared on the surface.
The flax-haired boy was not worried at all, and even smiled. He spoke slowly.
"Do you know? There is a cemetery near the holy city. Only the most devout fanatics are qualified to be buried here after death. Their souls guard the peace of the holy city."
Mason raised his hand and stretched it out into the air, as if to welcome something. At the same time, a delicate, white, and soft phantom hand rested on his palm.
The lake blue skirt is layered like the overlapping patterns of shells. It is dotted with crystals and corals, and a necklace made of silver and gemstones hangs around her neck. The light is brighter than the stars.
Her eyelashes, as soft as dove feathers, trembled, slowly revealing a pair of ruby-like pupils. She had curly hair the color of crow feathers, and was about ten years old, the most innocent age. Her translucent figure was petite and cute, and at first glance, she looked like a child being held in the palm of her hand.
Long, long ago, there was a businessman who was so rich that he could rival a country. His wife died of childbirth, so he loved his only daughter very much.
But the good times didn't last long, his daughter eventually died of illness, which made him heartbroken, so he made a contract with the devil. As long as he handed over enough souls, the devil would resurrect his daughter for him.
So the businessman abandoned his bottom line, abandoned himself, and began to sell all kinds of souls. He was indeed a good businessman, so he soon had enough sacrifices. The devil only resurrected his daughter for a moment, and she died again when she opened her eyes.
The merchant was extremely angry, and the devil laughed and said, "Since you want to see your daughter, then hand over more souls!"
He had no choice but to continue this unfair transaction. Gradually, the businessman lost his appearance, his name, his bottom line, everything about being a human being and even his life, leaving only one thing: his conscience.
He used these as exchange to gain enough power to defeat the devil, and finally used his own soul as a bargaining chip to seize everything from the devil.
So the devil made a bet with him. If he could always fulfill his obligations as a devil in the long time to come, and never violate the principle of equivalence because of his conscience, then he would get everything from the devil. Otherwise, the merchant would die immediately.
…That’s how the story should be.
If the greedy and deceitful businessmen had not stepped in to help and had watched millions of people die, the subsequent story would not have happened.
For example, after her father died, the girl who became a ghost finally opened her eyes.
Maybe it was because of my father's wish, maybe it was because of the devil's hatred, or maybe it was because of something else. Anyway -
The girl looked around blankly and called out softly.
"dad……?"
From the moment she pronounced this name, the two destinies in the World Tree quietly merged together. The people whose fates were intertwined with the unscrupulous merchant began to feel it. It was as if a voice whispered in their hearts: something had happened.
The silent wave spread, spreading to all the graves, and suddenly a white light appeared in the cemetery.
The dots of white light became more and more numerous, forming a river of stars that radiated brilliant light. They surrounded the girl like fireflies rising in the dark night.
The Monster Lord frowned, not because he was difficult to deal with, but because he was vulnerable.
These things are not His enemies at all, but why are humans doing this now?
He doesn't think the other party is a fool. The only answer is that there is a reason why he has to make the choice!
The thick black mist directly tore through the golden obstruction, and a deep black light flashed in the eyes of the Monster Lord. His speed was fast, but the girl's speed was even faster!
The Milky Way fell from the sky to the human world, gently blocking the black mist. The Monster Lord was shocked to find that the black mist was actually beginning to melt.
No, to be more precise, something in the black mist was taken away.
——That is light.
Endless light rose from the black mist and finally gathered in the girl's hand, forming a lantern.
She shook the lantern gently, and laughter came out of it. The clear laughter spread all over the place like a bird.
Mason thought long and hard before choosing his blessing.
What kind of blessing can stop the monster lord?
Powerful attacks, invincible defenses, or creating a cycle of feeding on pollution like Canaan.
In the end, Mason chose a completely auxiliary blessing, which worked wonders when facing the black fog.
"From the beginning, I didn't expect her to defeat you. You are indeed very powerful, Monster Lord. But your flaws are also obvious-"
"You've never taken action yourself, except by using the black mist and monsters."
The Monster Lord's expression turned completely gloomy, as if his weak spot had been caught.
Yes, that was His greatest flaw.
He is the master of the black mist, so he can only use the power of the black mist. There are no monsters in the heart of human territory, and the black mist is the biggest danger, but the black mist comes from the evil of humans, and is restrained by the opponent's ability.
In this world, everything returns to the black mist. The soul finally sleeps in the black mist, suffering from pain and torture but unable to rest.
The lantern flickered, extracting the good from the dark mist and canceling out the evil.
The boy smiled confidently: "It's time."
At the same time, a strong light burst out from the temple. The dazzling light column went straight to the sky, and the sun and the moon appeared in the sky at the same time.
The cold sun pupils covered with scales and the mysterious and deep deformed moon pupils looked at him at the same time. The golden badge was completely integrated into the young man's body. The silver-haired Son of God said nothing and took the last step towards the faceless statue.
——Time in the secular world freezes, and the path to becoming a god begins.
Time almost stood still at this moment, and golden threads gathered into steps, guiding the way to the kingdom of God.
Canaan climbed the stairs. The scenery in front of him became increasingly blurred, and finally turned into a dense mist. This mist seemed endless. No matter how long he walked, he was still standing still.
The silver-haired young man was not anxious until the sound of flapping wings gradually approached.
It was a large black and grey bird with double pupils. It appeared out of nowhere and ran straight towards the silver-haired young man with an extremely arrogant attitude.
The two sides stared at each other for a moment without blinking, and the mutant Sende made two unpleasant "ga" sounds, flapped its wings, and led the way.
Under its guidance, the fog gradually dissipated, and the road under my feet was covered with flowers and lush trees grew on both sides of the road. The breeze blew, bringing the fragrance of apples.
The big bird landed on the treetop at the end of the road. The silver-haired young man looked up and stared at it silently: "Have we seen this before?"
They had met before in Pika's story. Pika later spent the rest of his life as a human being, and he never heard about the bird's ending. He didn't expect to see it again here.
The black-gray bird made a "cackle" as if responding to his question. The darkness on its body faded away, and emerald green feathers grew back. It uttered a joyful cry to the sky, the sound was melodious, and then its body turned into a stream of light and merged into the body of the silver-haired saint. His calf ached, and was entangled with the vine-like emerald green holy scar.
According to legend, Sende is a bird of sin.
They stole the gods' tribute, so their feathers turned gray and black, and they have been exiled to all parts of the world since then. Some say that this bird is always atoning for its sins to the gods, and the occasional appearance of the double pupils is proof of this.
Before that, they had emerald feathers, golden eyes, sweet singing voices, and were responsible for leading the dead creatures in the forest to the goddess of nature. They were her most loyal followers.
The fate of the past finally gathered here, urging the young man to move forward. He passed the end of the road, and the scene in front of him was covered by white light. At the same time, Canaan smelled an extremely strong stench.
If what we just walked through was the road to the kingdom of God, then what is appearing now is a nightmare.
The outlines of the sky and the earth were blurred, presenting a vibrating texture like a fetal membrane. In front of him was an indescribable huge mountain of flesh, its shape was twisted and disgusting, and its surface had no fixed shape. Its body seemed to be made up of countless chaotic limbs, with twelve heads on its surface, and twenty-four eyes looking at the young Son of God at the same time.
The head at the top had a slight smile on its face. The God of the Sun looked at the young man and said gently, "You are finally here."
Twelve heads spoke at the same time, creating a chaotic noise.
The wild laughter from the God of War: "Kill, kill, kill, kill!"
Moon Goddess sighed: "I never thought we would meet again in this way."
The Magic Goddess screamed: "It hurts! It hurts! My body is being torn apart!"
A few heads that were more awake pushed the others down, and the God of the Burning Sun apologized, "Sorry, they are not very awake right now."
The silver-haired young man did not look panicked. It seemed that everything was under his control. He bowed to the gods with a respectful look on his face. Even though the bodies in front of him were bloated and ugly, and the gods were madly mutated, so what?
This is the graveyard of the gods and their meat-mill.
For hundreds and thousands of years, humans have been absorbing the residual body and prolonging their life in this way. This is the truth that the sea god hinted at -
The [Lord of All Things and Omnipotence] is not the combined power of the Twelve Gods at all, but a monster like the [Lord of the Deep Sea], a mixture of different gods!
The God of the Burning Sun accepted this gift with his usual gentle attitude.
"I know you must have a lot of questions. We don't have much time left to be awake, so let me start with the madness of the God of War. Everything started from the moment machines spread among humans."
"The God of War was corrupted by human beliefs. As humans gained control of the power of machinery, the evil in people's hearts was exposed, and the first thing to be affected was war. He went mad and began to attack other gods, thus starting the God War."
"During this process, the poison of evil continued to spread, and more and more humans distorted their original ideas. They may have started out to protect their beliefs, but later they did it more to enjoy power and benefits... In short, when this trend spread, the gods began to go crazy one after another. I, who was the most powerful at the time, joined forces with the Moon Goddess to suppress those crazy gods and try to find a solution."
"And in the process of searching, we found that this was not the end, but the beginning. Due to the violent activities in the other side of the world, the World Tree was affected and began to mutate."
"...Then, the world opened up."
For those who live on the positive side of the world, this is undoubtedly a devastating disaster. All the black fog has flooded into the world, and the consequences are devastating.
The World Tree became the source of pollution, so the Sun God and the Moon God had to choose to fall. They designed a divine ritual called "The Lord of All Things and All Powers", and then used their last bit of reason to control the union of the twelve gods and cut down the World Tree with their own hands.
The moment the World Tree fell, its leaves turned into ashes, and all destinies came to an end.
Thus, all destinies converge here. This is the end of the last century and the death of the old world.
The world should have been destroyed, plunged into disorder and death, until it was completely annihilated.
And this is the disaster predicted by the goddess of fate.
"...But, ever since the goddess of fate made that prophecy, both humans and gods have never given up the struggle. All along, we have spread faith as the "Lord of All Things and All Powers", and used the thread of faith to purify pollution and maintain the survival of mankind. On the other hand, the pollution continues to destroy our bodies, so we had to seal ourselves after the last battle to prevent the pollution from leaking out. Even so, we can only hold on until now. The goddess of magic was able to stay awake at the beginning, but now only the moon god and I are struggling to support it. If this continues, the twelve of us gods will be transformed into monsters more terrifying than the monster lord."
The God of the Burning Sun sighed softly. He liked the child very much, but all this was for the sake of continuity. He stared at the young man in front of him, and his voice echoed in the air.
"Your mission is to kill us, inherit the throne of the Lord of All Things and Omnipotence, and continue to clean up the pollution. Please, this is vital to mankind. For the continuation of mankind, for mankind to continue to survive, please kill us and become the next Lord of All Things and Omnipotence."
All the dedication, all the hard work.
This is the truth about man-made gods.
The gods are about to go completely crazy, and they need a successor - a silver-haired successor who has been on the road for thousands of years.