He has a certain holiness and majesty, but looks extremely bleak, like an old man with outdated ideas who has not made any progress. He stubbornly sticks to his ideas that seem ridiculous now.
Luo Xiao frowned slightly, sensing the surrounding atmosphere. He suddenly turned his head to Feimu and Yingyu beside him and said, "The Creator must have sensed our presence. An angel is approaching. You two go and stop him. I'll deal with him properly."
Yingyu Feimu responded one after another, flapped his wings behind him, and quickly left here, intercepting in two directions.
Only Luo Xiao and Chu Ci were left to continue walking forward.
We walked all the way into the palace without any obstruction.
What Luo Xiao said was indeed correct.
The power of the Creator had indeed completely disappeared along with the power of the previous imitation Archangel, and had been weakened to such an extent that even simple defense was no longer possible.
Walk step by step to the majestic hall.
A white-haired man in white clothes with golden stripes, holding a golden scepter, sat in the highest position in the front, looking down at the two of them.
There was no particular emotion on that face, and his Westernized appearance roughly reflected the high spirits of his youth.
But now he is just a spent force.
This face has completely betrayed him.
As a creator, the younger he looks, the more it represents that his Li Lang is at the peak of his power, but now he is obviously reaching the end.
Luo Xiao's face also showed no other emotions. He just looked at him and said lightly, "You lost."
The old man sitting there chuckled softly, his voice old and tinged with sarcasm, "I really didn't expect that in the end, I would be defeated by the most outstanding child I created..."
"I didn't expect you to be so desperate as to resort to such a method."
I don't know if this sentence touched a sensitive nerve of the old man who always claimed in front of everyone that he was upright and the representative and embodiment of justice.
His eyes suddenly widened, his fingertips tightened, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged. He clenched the golden scepter in his hand, looked at Luo Xiao in front of him, raised his hand to lift the scepter, and then tapped it hard on the ground.
A clear sound spread out, and his voice could no longer maintain its previous calmness, but instead carried a hint of madness.
"You think you've truly won?! I tell you, you are the embodiment of evil and darkness. Everyone will spit on you, insult you, and blame you for everything you've done and haven't done. You represent hell... And even if I disappear, I will still be believed by everyone. Even if someone learns of these things, they won't think it's my fault. After all, darkness is meant to be eliminated."
His eyes widened.
"Really?" Luo Xiao remained indifferent to these words. "How pathetic."
I don’t know whether it is saying that this matter is sad, or that the creator is sad because he is still focusing on this matter even until his death.
Chu Ci pinched his fingertips and tilted her head, "This means that I can't survive, but I have to say something harsh to save face and make my defeat look less ugly, right?"
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