Chapter 59 Golden Purple

"..."

Annihilation paused for a moment, the Supreme God seemed a little surprised. She raised her eyes.

It was a crack in the rules of fall.

The plane loopholes that the gods had not managed for a long time, entangled the desperate souls of this universe and even her successors. The chaotic, disordered, and unmanaged civilization "error" itself.

The creator of the galactic storm, and also the culprit who devoured all the creatures and humans in those marginal galaxies and transformed them into mutants.

The fallen rules of the universe are like twisted and tangled threads of fate. Even the Supreme God finds it difficult to sort them out in a short time. Moreover, now these fallen rules are still entangled with countless souls howling in pain, coming from the thousands of beasts reorganized after the storm.

Just like the tsunami sweeping in from the underworld, all the living beings swept in will be robbed of their breath of life.

In the deep purple cracks where countless translucent wronged souls are howling and reaching out, which makes people's sanity crazy, the huge pupils of the twisted ghost faces are slowly rolling, and the deep purple light that covers the sky and the sun swallows up all the remaining light in the sky.

The chaotic battlefield sealed by time fell into a dead silence. The tall buildings and even every bit of life were floating upwards, like fish attracted by bait.

Why did the Fallen Rules, which should not have any self-awareness and just existed purely, appear here?

Was it because the "false god" made too much trouble?

The smile of the Supreme God was slightly restrained.

It's not that she couldn't kick this stinky octopus out of this plane immediately along with the cracks in the Fallen Rules.

But the influence caused by the gods is irreversible. Once something unexpected happens, even she can't save the situation again.

For a moment, Fu Jiao seemed to think of the platinum-haired giant griffon.

Even though she knew that the temple was a beautiful cage built by the furry beast, the Supreme God would occasionally play role-playing games with him.

The tall and handsome man knelt at her feet. Through the eyes of the Supreme God, she could clearly see the dark purple phantom chains on his body caused by countless murders. They were the traces left after deep contact with the cracks and fallen rules.

Probably because they were more inclined to the front-line combat positions, the dark purple shackles on the shadow and the lynx were thicker and deeper, and the impact on the soul was heavier.

Loss of control, violence, chaos, and massacre. Psychological burden and uncontrollable anger.

Including his obsession with his lover - although it was only a one-sided crush.

The griffon was so focused on leaving his scent on her that he even exposed his eagle-like feathers to her eardrums, and lured her to touch his ears in a serious and pretending-to-be-unaware way. The feathers of the large beast were soft and warm to the touch, and coupled with his cold, serious, and steady handsome face, the contrast was so cute that it was hard to control herself.

"......" Deng Baoying asked casually, "Do you like it?"

"I like it," Fu Jiao pinched his thin, warm earlobe where you could almost see the blood vessels, and was very satisfied, "Who wouldn't like a big cat... uh, you're a big bird cat."

Deng Baoying seemed to disagree with the term "big bird cat" and uttered a gurgling sound from his throat in displeasure. But he still turned his head in a compromise, rubbed her palm with his nose tip almost affectionately, pursed his thin lips, and spoke in a low voice.

"If you like it, I'll let you touch it in the future."

He added: "Only you can touch it."

......

She can instantly destroy and tear apart all the rules of depravity.

But who can guarantee what effect it will have on the soul of the successor if it is removed rashly?

The Supreme God, who is always gentle and decisive, has a slightly depressed expression. He rarely shows a little hesitation before a decision that should have been made quickly.

And it is this little hesitation that pushes the direction of a certain fate from one end to the other.

Like the fluttering wings of a butterfly.

In the silence, the air is filled with the smell of fire and gunpowder. Countless warships that fall like comets and warships and airships that are stagnant with burning crackling sounds are in a posture of falling or crashing into high-rise buildings. The huge dark purple pupil on the top of his head was sluggishly rotating, with cracks all over it, unconsciously and greedily absorbing the life source of all living things, just like the ignorant and stupid glutton in the ancient legend.

The bottom of the false god's eyes suddenly lit up with ecstasy, almost crazy light.

"--Look," the white, pitiful, hypocritical god gently moved his lips, his tone revealing an indescribable sickness, "You shouldn't have been with humans for so long."

"You had a chance... a chance to end everything."

The hypocritical god, who was as weak and slender as the little mermaid in the fairy tale, raised his neck, still maintaining a humble, kneeling posture on the ground, looking up at the indescribably beautiful face of the god. His eyes were extremely gloomy and sticky, as if he was licking her face, her wings, everything about her with his eyes.

Under the deep purple aurora that enveloped the sky, He began to disintegrate from the ankles, turning into floating golden liquid ribbons, which flowed towards the cracks in the sky like a cocoon.

The speed at which the main body was pulled away was extremely fast. As soon as the tail of this sentence fell to the ground, half of his body had already turned into a sticky substance like a ribbon, sinking into the deep purple giant pupil.

Only half of his face was left, blinking, bending, and smiling.

Probably because his body came from the divine blood of Deng Baoying, his eyes were also very similar in shape to Deng Baoying's pupils. It

was just like a young Griffin.

"You will hesitate for him," the false god's body almost completely dissolved, and the last remaining eye stared at the Supreme God, and his voice became softer, "Then, will you hesitate for me before killing me? Even for half a second?"

The Supreme God folded his hands and watched the last strand of cocoon that his body turned into gradually withdraw, and his voice was calm.

Even if she guessed what was going to happen, she was too lazy to lie about such a small matter, and just said honestly: "No."

"......"

"How ruthless, Lord God."

The false god laughed out loud.

The golden afterimage raised its head and happily and contentedly opened its arms towards the sky, as if to embrace the countless cracks.

Then, countless golden ribbons containing the energy of the false god suddenly rose into the sky.

A distant voice floated in the air, and the dull and stupid giant pupils filled with the will of countless miserable screaming souls seemed to smell the scent of something delicious. The cracks in the pupils and irises suddenly tore open, and countless densely packed translucent arms stretched out from them, swarming and embracing the energy transformed by the false god that was flying towards the crack.

The gold and purple colors were compatible in an instant, and the indescribable breath of the fallen rules spread, shaking the entire sky with ripples of deep purple auroras.

Thoughts and personalities seem to be broken and reassembled in a washing machine, and the soul and the flesh contained in the shell twist and reassemble.

Since the shadow of the lamp can escape from the world and evolve into a god-favored one by devouring the body of the false god,

then the rules of depravity that have become more rampant and even out of control since the gods fell asleep -

the same can be done.

The body and divine power of the false god, who voluntarily offered himself, were wrapped and fused with the deep purple cracks. The countless pairs of searchlights seemed to be grasping the palms of the air. The countless chaotic and screaming faces were gradually squeezed into a ball under the influence of the inevitable expansion of the cracks - just like the meat in the cold storage was crushed by a huge force and rolled into a ball of unrecognizable meat filling. The

golden purple meat filling seemed to have given birth to life again, squirming stickily, and a humanoid monster was born in the huge vertical eye sockets.

Thousands of light years away from the capital star, in the underground restricted area of ​​the research institute.

The mutant imprisoned in the tempered glass tank suddenly opened its chaotic eyes and struggled with all its might.

The special liquid in the glass tank was churning, and the red and blue warning lights and whistles of the underground restricted area rang out. The well-equipped and neatly dressed security personnel and researchers rushed down the elevator, but they only saw the mutant that was captured alive roaring in fear, and the roar sounded more and more like a human scream.

The beast's body seemed to be corroded and invaded by some substance, gradually becoming smaller and weaker.

Finally, the terrifying mutant that could tear steel and mechas in the past curled up at the bottom of the tank and trembled and opened its eyes.

The deep purple monster's throat vocal cord vibrated, and the next second, it let out its last remaining roar that made everyone present stand on end.

"Woo..."

The beast's body suddenly disappeared into countless liquid water droplets, clinging to the bottom of the tank and evaporating rapidly.

Not only the capital star, but also the entire universe, the surviving mutants in the edge galaxies were all consumed as liquid energy.

It was like the clones of countless rifts, at this moment when a large amount of energy was needed to evolve, all of them were ruthlessly taken away from the right to survive, in order to show a more brilliant and perfect form.

The purple aurora was like a phantom, waving over the M31 galaxy, and the chaotic and disordered breath made the Supreme God want to sneeze.

She stood on the dome of the highest rooftop, looking at the flesh mass deep in the giant pupil in the sky, which finally slowly condensed into a tall, adult human figure.

A naked monster with blond hair and purple skin walked out from the deep of the cracked eyeball.

Although he was still naked when he appeared, the chaotic golden and purple light around him wove a gorgeous and chaotic robe for him in a few seconds. The flesh membrane shaped like butterfly-like scales slowly expanded behind him, like the screen feathers spread by a courting peacock, revealing a chaotic and fallen brilliance.

The blond-haired and purple-skinned monster, or the guy who was very similar to the shadow of the lantern, gently shook the feather membrane extending from his spine and bowed to Fu Jiao in an exaggerated manner.

It's like a magician closing the curtain on a show.

"...Ah."

Fu Jiao clapped his hands in a dignified manner, seeming to have finally aroused some interest: "This form is a little bit similar, so he can call himself a 'false god'."

"Maybe he can live a little longer."

"Indeed."

The monster nodded in agreement, and his voice was like the overlapping of countless human screams, sounding harsh and smooth: "However, the energy loss is too great... Maybe we can meet up another day? Dear God Lord."

"After all, this face," He chuckled, touching his specially made face that was very similar to Deng Baoying, "is so pleasing to you. I want to stay for a while longer." There