Chapter 58 Universe

Blood flowed backwards, flames roared.

It took Lynx half a minute to realize that what was boiling was not the old memories replaying in his mind.

It was the divine pattern on his wrist.

The red, bright divine pattern, which contained endless life and anger like a burning flame, shone so brightly that everything around it was eclipsed. The contract signed by the Supreme God and his successors in the past was like a lighthouse when thousands of people were lost, guiding the coordinates of the war for some unspeakable existence.

As the guiding light emitted by the divine pattern became more and more dazzling, something in the air seemed to begin to tremble.

It was a trembling of fear, awe, and submission.

Lynx did not know what cosmic order was, what the rules that existed within civilization were.

She only knew that the sky and the earth were dark around her, her tentacles were dancing wildly, smashing countless high-rise buildings and warships, and a fleet of airships carrying pilots were buzzing through the air and falling in flames. The process of destruction seemed to be accelerated by someone, and the dense and sharp teeth like those of lampreys were covering the entire cage. When the sound of collapse came from the center of the galaxy,

time suddenly stopped.

Yes, just like that... stopped.

Everything under the sky, the entire M31 galaxy, no, even the entire vast universe, seemed to be paused like a ridiculous and absurd disaster. The

shattered high-rise buildings and collapsed rubble were frozen in mid-air, and the warships that flew across the sky and crashed were also frozen in place. All the roars and noises of war disappeared in an instant. Only

silence remained in this doomsday-like space.

Absolute, quiet silence.

It was as if she was just in a holographically simulated battlefield, not the real reality.

Lynx was frozen in place as if his movements were frozen by a camera. Only his eyeballs could move. Even the blood that flowed down stopped at the side of his cheek. Just as

he was trying his best to move his little finger slightly, the strange buzzing sound rang again.

——A crack was torn in the space next to him.

A golden crack, from which burst out endless soft and brilliant sunlight.

It was like a miracle that came from another time and space, another dimension, or an illusion that only appears when one is about to die, but it was definitely not real.

From that golden crack, the first thing that stretched out was a pair of slender white arms.

Just like the characters in the comics have completed the shuttle from paper to reality, the figure of Hua Guang Da Sheng pressed the edge of the crack with both hands, and jumped lightly like an elk in the forest, and just appeared from the crack and floated in the air.

It is the complete, original image, and adult Supreme God.

The thin sunlight and moonlight intertwined, and three pairs of fluffy, velvety-like snow-white wings fluttered softly on the back spine, almost covering the entire body of the god.

The god did not wear a mask or a scarf, but his face was blurred, clearly light and beautiful, and it seemed as if he could not remember the specific appearance when he looked away. Only the pair of bright golden eyes that seemed to project countless nebulae and the universe were left, so brilliant that people dared not look directly at them. Behind

her head was a suspended crown of thorns, as complex as flowing gold, with no texture to be distinguished, and without any support. It flowed down with her long, holy white hair, and the end turned into an ethereal light point.

Even the sighs she uttered seemed like the wind blowing from another world.

"Oh," Fu Jiao adjusted her furry, soft wings, and her eyes fell on the half-dead lynx, "How did you become like this, little cat?"

The lynx could not make a sound, but just stared in vain, watching the god reach out and hold her shoulder.

The warm energy flows down the meridians in an instant, dispelling all pain and despair like a hot spring, giving people an indescribable sense of security. Under the pure and peaceful healing of divine power, even the incomplete body is healing and purifying, and the nerves of the metal prosthesis are reconnected to the brain.

In the midst of eternal desolation, it is as if the existence in front of you is the only irreplaceable salvation in the doomsday.

"It's a little late, there's nothing I can do, I have to adjust my body..." The Supreme God exhaled helplessly, looked around thoughtfully, and finally raised her eyes to look at the huge mouth of the sky that was so close, "I thought it wouldn't be so fast, young people are really impatient."

As she said that, she took a half step into the void.

The fluttering of her wings left a light spot like ripples on the water.

Everything in front of her seemed to be just a game of the Creator. She waved her hand lightly and drove away the heavy warship that blocked her vision and stayed at the moment of destruction.

It was so soft and so brilliant. The slender figure faced the giant monster in front of it that was about to devour the entire galaxy. The false god's tentacles suddenly trembled, and countless slippery eyes shifted their sights in panic, as if just looking at the god would burn the retina.

He struggled desperately, and his huge mouth like a lamprey uttered silent, tragic pleas and howls, but he could not move even half a centimeter in the already stagnant time and space.

"That's too much."

The Supreme God's lips moved slightly, and he smiled lightly: "If it's just a common disturbance, I might even pity you - after all, although the parents are far apart, you are still my... well, God's favor?"

Fu Jiao said, holding his chin awkwardly and smiled: "It's just a bit inferior, and it seems that your mood is not stable."

Everything was silent, and the monster with countless eyes could not make a sound.

The words of the Supreme God fell into the chaotic and disordered city, and it seemed that he didn't expect any response.

She just slowly twirled the blood on her fingertips, nodded slightly in a calm and gentle manner, and said as if chatting: "Do you know what is the difference between gods and false gods?"

The wings of the Supreme God were suspended and wrapped, almost taking on a soft liquid form in the air, so warm that they were almost harmless.

The pure white and gentle woman opened her hands, her pupils turned into clear gold in an instant, and she uttered two faint words: "Universe."

The sky buzzed and the nebulae trembled.

In an instant, the entire space seemed to be awakened by these two simple words, and it was so excited that it trembled and responded, radiating from the M31 galaxy to all visible and invisible time and space, roaring and calling for it. Among chaos and order, rules welcomed their true master.

A huge pressure and sense of rejection suddenly hit him, as if all the gods in the sky were sneer-faced and angrily scolding the thief who stole the supreme godhood privately, and the pressure was so great that even his internal organs seemed to burst out.

Under the extreme fear and despair, the false god suddenly broke free from the stagnation of time, and his bloody mouth burst open, emitting a high-frequency sonic boom that was so loud that it could shake the sky and crack the earth.

The Supreme God frowned slightly, put his fingertips on his lips, and made a gesture of silence in displeasure: "Huh."

Words come true, and authority is supreme.

As if the vocal organ was strangled by someone, the troll with dancing tentacles suddenly widened his eyes, and he really couldn't make a sound anymore.

The ban from the supreme divine power of the Supreme God requires Him, as a follower, to obey absolutely. If He dares to resist, even His soul will feel a tearing pain. No

matter how arrogant He is, no matter how many galaxies He devours, a man-made counterfeit is still a man-made counterfeit.

Under the gaze of the real divine eyes, in front of the master who is bound by the true rules of the universe, He is as weak and powerless as a baby.

God is the crown of civilization and faith proclaimed by all, while false gods are just self-proclaimed titles in fear and despair.

Moreover, the gods do not care whether they are respected or not.

Bright golden tears flowed from the troll's countless slippery and sticky eyes. He roared and let out his final roar. Dozens of huge tentacles as big as mountains were raised high in a flash. With an evil attitude that almost wanted to die together, he wanted to destroy the entire planet with this blow.

This was like thousands of meteorites falling with a roar, dragging long flames. The Supreme God sighed lightly.

She didn't even need to speak, but just calmly and peacefully made a cutting gesture.

It was as if billions of invisible, silent shovels chopped down in an instant, cutting off dozens of tentacles in the stagnant time and space! The false god roared in anger and pain, and the broken tentacles turned into sticky golden slime and fell to the ground, like a fishy and sticky acid rain that could not reach the end, and was completely annihilated by the wind.

"Have I ever told you?"

The Supreme God asked lightly and calmly: "Your love is the love given to you by others, and your hatred is the hatred given to you by others... From the moment you existed, you were given meaning by others. Except for blind faith and revenge, everything you do is meaningless."

"Of course, I can't judge your love and hatred as nothingness," she said, "I just think that such an existence is very pitiful."

"Just as all destruction is predetermined, human civilization has laid the groundwork for its own problems, and you have laid the groundwork for your own annihilation."

The godhead surged like a vast tsunami, submerging every inch of the M31 galaxy's sky. Like a giant made of ashes, the false god's body, which was so large that it could swallow the entire galaxy, was also torn apart in this irresistible tsunami. Layers of flesh and blood were peeled off and eroded cleanly, revealing a fragile and pale core.

The slender boy, who was as white as a translucent pearl, was wrapped in the remaining weak tentacles, and his golden eyes, which were lighter than the color of the divine pupils, suddenly enlarged.

"Do you want to," He asked softly, "kill me?"

"Even if you kill me, it's meaningless. It's already happened... Lord God, please leave me. I will be more obedient and more useful than your heirs..."

The hypocritical god curled up like a kitten and knelt at her feet, looking at the brilliant, beautiful, and chaotic Supreme God, with tears in his eyes.

"Please... leave me."

In response, the Supreme God only breathed a light breath.

Fu Jiao smiled and raised her hand, then placed the warm palm on His head.

"Don't worry, dear child," God soothed him softly, "Just like the countless puppets you created, you will not feel pain when you are annihilated."

"..."

The power of the annihilation peak roared out, and it only took one thousandth of a second to crush the soul of the artificial counterfeit and annihilate it as if it had never existed.

At the moment when the Supreme God gently placed his hand on the soft head of the false god,

a deep purple giant pupil suddenly tore open on the horizon.