Chapter 90 The Thread of Fate

Fate will not favor humans without reason.

Just as the Pseudo-God said, "You will play a very important role in the future of this universe."

"Maybe the first president of the Federation, or a god of war who can change the entire universe, or a politician? A conspirator? Who knows," the Pseudo-God said in a casual tone with a hint of viciousness, "Rules and fate will stand by you, and everything will help you... not to mention your soft-hearted bastard adoptive father."

"Everything will make way for you, you will be the child favored by the rules... It sounds like a stroke of luck, right?"

Guan Buhui sat in the narrow and dark mental cage, panting, turned his head to one side, and said nothing.

He heard the false god ask slowly and lightly: "But, based on what?"

"Based on what, I have to suffer the hatred of the rules and gods, and you can enjoy the respect of the rules and fate alone? Hmm? Based on what?" As

he said this, the false god raised his head and looked at the blue data streams entangled with his soul.

The end of the blue data stream turned red and led into the void, which seemed to be a sign of reaching the end. The thread of fate no longer stretched, which meant that his existence would eventually be annihilated.

"Anyway, I'm going to die eventually, so instead of dragging you down with me, I might as well drag the entire universe down with me," the Pseudo-God stood up and stood on the highest cliff in the restricted area of ​​the Edge Galaxy. He looked down at the mutants who were so agitated that they were even killing and cannibalizing each other. He curled his lips slightly and said, "By the way, drag her down with you."

"Then my death will be worth it, right?"

He said it lightly as if he was joking, but it was like a bomb to Guan Buhui's ears.

The little parrot could no longer pretend not to hear it, and jumped up in anger: "You mean, you want to use my body and my luck to do those shameful and bad things?"

"What good or bad things? I can tell that you are the one who would say that, childish," the false god laughed frivolously, "What should I do? Then you come out to stop me? Come on, save your energy, you will be annihilated with me in a few days."

Guan Buhui wanted to refute it again, but when he heard this, he immediately lost most of his anger.

Indeed, at the current rate of erosion, this body can only last for another three or four days at most. And his soul is weaker than the false god. The moment the erosion is completed, he will perish with his body.

"But if this body and I perish, you won't survive either," after a while, the Pseudo-God heard the little parrot whisper in his heart, "As long as you can make it to the next three days, nothing will happen."

"Well, yes, it's an idealistic plan," He smiled, "As long as the Federation and I keep fighting and don't take any action, nothing will happen. My plan will also be scrapped naturally. Your body will be annihilated, and I will die, or sleep, until countless tens of thousands of years later, when I can barely reorganize into a single-celled organism."

Guan Buhui raised his head slightly, and just as a glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes, he heard the Pseudo-God exhale.

"It's a pity that they won't fight any longer." His voice sounded calmly and playfully.

"That griffon will not miss this opportunity to find out the truth, and your bastard adoptive father will not let you die like this. The winner of this game will only be me."

"..."

The young parrot was speechless, wanting to refute but not knowing what to say. He had never hoped so much that he would be disliked by his adoptive father and abandoned by everyone. After about ten minutes, the false god heard Guan Buhui speak again, his voice carrying a false despair.

"I don't believe it."

The false god couldn't help laughing again.

"It doesn't matter if you don't believe it, I will prove it for you." He stood up and patted the dirt on his clothes - because he disliked Guan Buhui's clothing, he had already changed his laser fabric clothes into a simple white robe made of dustproof material.

With the gradually spreading dark purple stripes and golden eyes, Guan Buhui's face can also reveal a bit of handsomeness and charm that should not belong to him.

As he said this, he pulled the corner of his mouth and took a step forward, standing on the edge of the highest cliff, stepping on the protruding rocks and looking out.

The restricted area of ​​the edge star system is really too large.

The rugged mountain valleys and the desolate and harsh wasteland are endless. In the sky full of narrow dark purple cracks and mist, even the stellar sun is reflected in blood red, like an old man in his twilight years who is about to fall from the sky. The sound of the mutant tide fighting each other came from the endless chaos.

The strong wind blew through with strong radiation that could slowly corrode human filth. The pain that seeped from the bones to the depths of the soul forced the cracks to open up.

"Look."

A hypocritical and expected voice pierced through the strong wind. Guan Buhui, who was deep in the mental cage, raised his head in a daze.

With the eyes that should have belonged to him, he clearly saw a light, streamlined, single-man pitch-black battleship passing through the endless purple mist. Under the dying blood-red sun, it came from far away and approached. The emblem of the Inspectorate on the battleship was shining brightly.

The roar of the engine resounded throughout the wasteland, and the black tide of mutant beasts below became more agitated and ferocious, stepping on each other and howling wildly.

At that moment, Guan Buhui's heart sank to the bottom.

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The moment it entered the restricted area of ​​the edge galaxy, the single-man battleship completely lost contact with the tower of the military headquarters.

Radar showed that there were storms and bad air currents everywhere. Countless cracks could be seen in the sky, revealing golden pupils. The rules of the entire planet were in danger under the stay of the false god. Thermal imaging showed countless beast swarms chasing the battleship's tail. Deng Baoying had no expression on his face. He simply pulled down the console and released a batch of reconnaissance drones.

Dozens of drones with micro cameras broke through the layers of thick purple mist and clearly illuminated the face of the false god under the dim sky. It

was the same face as Guan Buhui's.

He just stood there quietly, wearing a plain, neat white robe that was completely opposite to Guan Buhui's hair color, and his pupils were filled with a strange, inorganic gold.

Seeing those exploratory drones, the false god just raised his face and smiled. It was an expected smile.

It was as if he was saying to someone: "Look, it's here."

"..."

Even though he was mentally prepared, Deng Baoying's eyes couldn't help but become much gloomy.

He adjusted the direction coldly, and the single-man battleship crossed the mountains and countless agitated mutants, and finally landed steadily on the edge of the cliff where the false god was.

The air flow caused by the battleship's landing was not small, and the roar was deafening. The cabin door opened automatically, and Guan Buhui in the mental cage almost held his breath, his pupils shrank slightly in a trance, and he couldn't help but be coldly laughed at by the false god in his heart.

He saw a man in a snow-white military uniform and a light scarf like snow coming down from the battleship. Even though the surroundings were filled with drowsiness and purple mist like radiation waves, his clothes were still not dusty at all.

These monsters and their followers all seem to like wearing white clothes, as if only in this way can they show their intimacy with the Supreme God.

After all, the Supreme God's true form is covered with a white robe.

"Good afternoon, Griffin," the false god sat back, as if an invisible chair was supporting him, and he was suspended steadily in the air, "Long time no see... Oh, since the last battle on the capital star before time went back, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

"You enjoyed the meal very much at that time, didn't you?"

Deng Baoying didn't say anything, but just stood about a few hundred meters away from him, looking up and down with his golden vertical pupils for a few seconds, and his voice was as hoarse and low as always.

"How disgusting, using someone else's skin," he commented coldly, "Why? Your own body is destroyed, so you come to harm the younger generation?"

"Yeah, Guan Jiu can raise it like a piglet in advance, why can't I use it."

When mentioning the poisonous jellyfish, his eyes darkened for a few seconds, and then raised them again, revealing a dense collection of sharp white teeth: "But you, what qualifications do you have to teach me? No matter how you look at it, what I did is lighter than the crime of 'blasphemy'."

"..."

This point did not seem to hurt Deng Baoying's heart.

Guan Buhui swore that at that moment, he saw with his false eyes that the griffon raised its head and revealed a slight, extremely vicious smile.

"The god is willing to be blasphemed by me," Deng Baoying said softly, "What's your business?"

The false god suddenly took a deep breath, and his body temperature rose significantly.

Guan Buhui in the mental cage: "......?" Wait

? You're already hot! ! !

Is it true that Du Wei only breaks down against the real sister-in-law?

However, the evil under the eagle's skin was only revealed for a moment. Deng Baoying immediately took a step forward under the false god's vicious gaze, and restored his usual calmness, and just said lightly: "Let's end the chat for now, return the child to me."

This was said briefly, but the false god still understood his meaning and let out a low laugh.

"Give it back to you?"

"Give it back to you, that's not possible," He narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I still have some use for his luck, I'm so sorry."

As he spoke, the monster pressed his chest with one hand, and Guan Buhui in the mental cage felt a sharp pain like an erosion, as if the vitality of the last desperate resistance was being drawn away bit by bit.

The young parrot sobbed and knelt in the darkness, panting and curling up, struggling to look at the large screen that reflected the outside world like a surveillance camera. Purple spots spread instantly, and the shadow of the lamp seemed to sense something and frowned.

The false god opened his palms, and countless azure translucent data streams, or threads of fate, appeared immediately, rushing out of his body like a blanket.