Chapter 127: Let's Go

It was no longer possible to tell whether it was day or night. In the huge curtain in the sky, the suspended city fell to the ground, and the dust it stirred up made the color of the sky even darker.

Time is passing, and it is approaching the end of the time limit promised by God.

Finally, the time has come.

For a moment, the entire floating city seemed to be frozen.

No matter if they were nobles or members of the Tide. No matter if they were about to win a comeback or were still in a cautious duel. At this moment, all the actions of everyone stopped, like lifelike wax statues.

But the smoke and dust are still rising, the explosions and collapse sounds are endless, and the world is still moving forward.

This incident attracted everyone's attention, whether it was the nobles who had known about it long ago, or the Tide who were vaguely aware of it. Their bodies could not move, but their thoughts were surging with the passage of time in the outside world.

They knew that it was the god who stood behind the royal family and created this empire filled with blood and inequality.

He showed up.

It was as if white appeared in front of the chaotic sky, and the spreading hair spread out like the branches of a tree.

His posture was light, like a white elf, stepping on the flying petals on his toes. Even his ethereal pupils seemed to be covered by a layer of mist, isolating him from the world with a sense of alienation.

"It's time." He said in a friendly tone.

Then, maintaining that expression, he lowered his eyes as soon as he finished speaking.

It was as if something was tearing apart.

Invisible and intangible cracks fell from the sky, and the SS-rank psychics who had just been using their powers wantonly, regardless of whether they were from the noble family or the lost tide, curled up their bodies in pain at the same time and fell freely into the ruins of the city.

All SS-rank psychics were completely powerless in front of Him, and they didn't even have time to utter a cry of surprise!

But at this time, the god just slightly moved his pale pink pupils and his eyelashes trembled a little.

The huge power gap made everyone's thoughts freeze for a moment.

This is a gap that cannot be filled by numbers or tactics, and perhaps it is normal for people in this world. The level of supernatural power is suppressed by one level, and the class of this world is also suppressed in this way.

And the god standing at the top is someone they cannot resist.

As long as the gods continue to rule their empire, the empire will continue to be in chaos. Exploitation, oppression, the bloody road paved by the nobles with the corpses of the common people, and the precarious life of all the most ordinary people who make up this empire will continue to live in dire straits.

The body was still unable to move, but beneath the metal mask, flames were rising in the blue eyes of the determined metal warrior.

Along the way, they have witnessed and seen too much in this empire, and their beliefs are becoming more and more fervent.

They will not retreat, this is their last chance that they have fought so hard for.

They must defeat him and change this empire where an unjust god intervenes!

The brown-haired boy under the metal armor opened his mouth.

His heart was burning, his blood was blazing, and he wanted to step out of the confined space that the gods had set for him.

The supernatural power [Metal Heart], his will can surpass his limits!

Then, with his throat almost torn apart, he let the sound burst out from his throat.

“Can’t stop!”

They must move forward!

In the realm of God, in this solidification, take the first step.

Then break through it!

This was like a symbol that broke the silence, and then the corpse of the head of the noble Sang clan suddenly jumped out of the huge hole. The SS-rank psychic who was killed became the ghost of An Heyu's [Prelude to the Dead], and just now he escaped the attack of the gods as a dead person.

The red hair was blown away by the wind, and the former noble youth had sharp eyes, controlling his undead to assist Yiming's [Metal Heart].

The SS-rank's momentum was unstoppable, as if it was about to break the invisible rope in the god's hand.

The god's expression remained the same as before, as he watched the insignificant ants struggling to their full potential before him.

The stiffness began to dissipate, and the next moment everyone started moving.

Yanyue, with her long white hair, raised her spear, and multiple bullets flew out of the barrel and rushed into the sky. The god did not move, and the bullets scattered. Feng brought the belligerent Yan Changxiao to the god's eyes, and when he raised his fist, he was hit hard and fell down, but Yiming followed closely and stabbed the god who was looking at them coldly with his metal body.

This is a battle with no chance of winning, but no one will back down.

In the ruins, Yishi covered his chest and poked his head out from the rubble.

"This is useless." He said to Sang Feiling who rushed over, "The difference in your levels is too great. These attacks are of no use to him."

"Do you have a solution?" Sang Feiling asked.

"You know, the high-level supernatural powers are S-level, SS-level, and SSS-level." Lost breathed, his face pale, as if he had lost something vital. If An Huyu could help him take a look

, you will find that the lost life energy is being consumed dramatically, as if it is being directed to other places.

Libra used the souls of Lost and several other SS-rank psychics to repair the damage they caused to the world during their ten minutes of rampage.

This is His equal exchange. There is no need to ask or state it explicitly. As long as the premise of "equivalence" is achieved, He can exchange them.

Therefore, He will not collect the souls of other S-rank psychics or those with lower abilities, because they have no exchange value to Him.

"I have been thinking about this for years. Is it true that SS-rank is powerless against SSS-rank?" Lost said. "I care too much about it. I keep thinking back to that day, looking for a way out."

"Then I realized that even though He is a god, He is still a member of the superpower hierarchy, a high-level superpower." Lost said in an uncertain but expectant tone, "Superpowers always have limitations, and He should have some as well. This is just my guess, but finding His limitations is your only hope for victory."

"This is not easy." Sang Feiling said with a smile.

She raised her head and saw that the white god at the end of her sight seemed to be surrounded by soft white light, without being affected by the outside world in the slightest.

“We don’t even know where His power is heading now,” she said.

But then, Sang Feiling suddenly said, "Maybe someone knows."

"Who?" Lost asked.

But Sang Feiling just looked into the distance with some worry and hesitation, and did not answer the question.

Above the city, the attacks of the superpowers on the gods continued.

Unable to reach, attacks ineffective, high-level suppression made their desperate efforts useless.

Yiming swallowed the blood gushing out of his mouth. All the wounds on his body were completely healed by Tang, but at this time Tang also showed some signs of fatigue.

"It's useless to do this alone." Yiming also knew this.

They were unable to cause any harm to the gods, but they could not even touch the simplest defenses of the gods. If they continued to consume their energy like this, they would definitely be the first to disintegrate.

Sang Feiling's voice came to their ears on the wind. She told them the lost guess and pointed them in a direction.

However, it is not easy to find the limits of the gods' abilities in such a crushing battle.

"But... I can't give up." He said through gritted teeth.

After what seemed like a long attack for them, the gods in the sky finally moved.

He raised his eyes slightly, and his light pink eyes scanned the several S-rank psychics surrounding him.

"You cannot shake the empire," He said. "This worthless drama ends here."

The petals flutter, like bright life in this painting of hell.

But it was also a death sentence for them.

The familiar invisible tearing feeling was like an invisible crack in the sky, and then when the god raised his hand, someone fell painfully into the ruins of the city. In just a moment, all the superpowers around him were swept away.

World of difference.

"Damn it! How can one defeat a God?" someone shouted.

In the floating city, outside the floating city, and in every place where people can look up and see this scene, there are people standing and watching what kind of future their world will head towards.

"That's a god, we can't defeat him. We can only do this much..." some pessimistic people said dejectedly.

"Superpowers, superpowers, superpowers! It's always superpowers!"

"Is the Empire really so indestructible? Will we never be able to stand in the sunlight again?"

Amidst these waves, the high-level psychics of Tide tried their best to stand up from the ruins.

Their soul power was being drained, and the supernatural powers that were closely related to the soul were also being lost. They undoubtedly fell into an even more desperate situation.

“It’s not time to give up completely.”

But their actions in rising from the ruins are still as decisive as ever.

The metal faded away, revealing his face.

At this moment, as if in response to his words, or as if by chance, in the sky half occupied by white veins, black crow feathers fluttered down.

The white-haired young man in the ruins had sharp eyes and blurted out: "Correct! All defenses here are ineffective!"

The SS-level undead rushed out with a sharp wind, and the invisible wind blade in his hand went straight to the front of the god.

It's impossible to hit. Everyone thinks so.

It was like this from the beginning. They couldn't hit the god, and all attacks were like phantoms, painless and ineffective to him.

But at this moment.

Red blood burst in the sky, and a bloodstain tore the god's chest from bottom to top. The god stared at his pale pink pupils with a look of astonishment.

The attack that was supposed to be unattackable actually hit Him!

Then the body of the SS-rank undead disintegrated, and the injured god crushed his own blood with his fingertips. He turned his head, and there were red dots on his long white hair, just like the light pink petals on his side.

"What are you doing?" He asked the black feather falling in the air.

There were no footsteps or any other sounds. Black crows flapped their wings and flew over here, revealing the smiling face of a black-haired young man behind the flock of crows.

"It's obvious," Li Li said. "I suddenly feel that it would be more interesting to trample you and your empire under my feet than to trade with you."

The next moment she raised her hand, twirled her fingers in the air, and snapped them.

"I don't want to be a prophet anymore." She smiled.