The universe was falling towards my eyes.
Light, gravity, electromagnetism... nerves, muscles, joints, cells... time, space, entropy increase, destiny... everything is under control.
Now I am omnipotent.
Ash exhaled slowly, his colorful white hair flying in the wind. Although he was in the final battlefield where he was walking on thin ice, he was as relaxed as if he had just taken a shower and went to the balcony to enjoy the breeze, and his eyes were blurred as if he had just woken up.
After successfully suppressing the Black Demon, Ash not only regained his body, but also temporarily shared the Black Demon's magic realm. This was the first time that he possessed both the supreme power and wisdom of magic... He truly reached the pinnacle of magician civilization.
But in fact, Ash's performance has not been enhanced at all, and he can sense the same amount of things as before. If we compare it with the God's Realm, when Ash entered the God's Realm, he could "see colors that he couldn't see before", and now Ash can "understand colors that he couldn't understand before".
In fact, Ash's spiritual perception is already close to the limit of magicians, and the fact that he can see the realm of God in Fantasy Hell is proof of this. As the crystallization of knowledge and magic power, virtual wings are the way for magicians to perceive the world, and it can even be said that virtual wings are the magician's "sense of touch". When Ash possessed the Supreme Virtual Wings, even if he did not have the Secret Realm Virtual Wings, his spiritual perception was at the top two levels in ancient and modern times, and only the Stars could surpass him.
But it was meaningless to perceive so much, Ash's magic realm was too poor. If we use sound as an analogy, Ash can hear sounds of all frequencies, even infrasound and ultrasound, but he can only understand the range of 20Hz to 20,000Hz.
The aircraft is still limited by the level of the pilot.
Although Ash can share his magical experience with the operators, which is equivalent to letting everyone play together, Sonia and the others are too young. Even Vichy, who has gone the furthest on the path of magician, is only a double demigod of soul prophecy, and no one has yet broken through to the realm of God Lord.
It was not until now that Ash realized that the reason he could not bring out the full performance of the Supreme Void Wing was because the operators were not working hard enough.
He simply couldn't count how many spells the Black Demon had mastered. He was afraid that the Black Demon himself didn't know either. Ash discovered that there were ninety-nine spells that had reached the level of God Lord, and hundreds or even thousands of Demigod spells... Ash had never had any idea about the Apocalyptic Five's burying of worlds and collecting of civilizations. Until now, when he shared the Black Demon's level of spells, he knew how many corpses this group of ghouls had eaten.
They are probably going to transform all the dead Supreme Gods into magician manuals or experience beads, so that they can master the magic achievements that others have studied for thousands of years in an instant. Even if there is loss, the quantitative change is enough to lead to a qualitative change.
According to what Death Maniac had revealed and Ash's own judgment, a world on the verge of destruction should have several supreme magicians, dozens of gods, and hundreds of demigods. If the Five Doomsdays buried a world, they would be able to take the crystallization of civilization of that world line.
The Black Demon mastered ninety-nine divine magics, most of which she had never practiced. Ash couldn't even imagine how many apocalypses she had witnessed and how many hopes had been shattered.
Perhaps the Black Devil is the normal person among the Final Five. Anyone would go crazy if faced with such a hopeless escape. She is not weak, she is just not strong enough.
So, this never-ending end must end here... Now is the best chance and the last chance.
Ash locked onto the auras of Igula and Harvey, and fired two sword beams with 'jumping' to heal them. He turned to look at the four gods behind him and said, "Just consider this as the price you paid for surrounding and killing me. Is that ok with you?"
"Why don't you do it again? Otherwise, I think you haven't had enough fun." The All-Knowing Weaving Master smiled and said, "You don't look like the kind of person who repays evil with kindness."
"You are willing to step into hell to protect this world, and I am willing to erase the grudges between you and me." Ash said in a cold voice: "But this only represents myself - if Sword Princess and the others want to retaliate against you, then it's not my fault."
The Blood Moon Master snorted, his eyes defiant: "I'll be at your service anytime."
The owner of the fantasy music breathed a sigh of relief and said sincerely: "Thank you for your tolerance."
The Lord of the Wujian Abyss did not speak, because Ouroboros once again launched a devastating offensive. Tens of millions of eyes were watching them, and a huge and heavy turbulence of magic was about to arrive!
Eight-winged Serpent's Glimpse!
After upgrading all his spells to the Lord God realm, Ash understood more details of the Serpent's Glance: it was not entirely derived from the infinite source energy of Ouroboros. It had been absorbing the energy of this world since the first second it left the eyeball, including time and space, fate, truth, light, airflow... When it shot towards Ash and the others, it had already drained all available energy in the surrounding area, just like a sun that dried up the earth before falling, leaving them with not even a drop of water!
The factions of magic it involves are so numerous that Ash cannot even see clearly - even he himself, who shares the realm of Black Magic, cannot see through the true nature of the Serpent's Glimpse. Ash has no doubt that it contains all the magic from ancient times to the present, even future magic that has not yet been invented in this world line!
And this almost unsolvable "sun", Ouroboros can shoot out tens of millions of them with every breath. No wonder they can only summon the Kingdom of Heaven to resist, consuming thousands of years of energy to consume it, because apart from this, they have no other way.
The seemingly simple and crude Serpent's Glimpse is actually more complicated and ingenious than any miracle. There is no possibility of cracking it. The only way is -
Attack against attack!
"Sword Princess."
Ash spread his virtual wings at will, calling out his lover's name in the Sixth Layer of Hell, merging with the red-haired girl's figure from an infinite distance, "Let's go."
In the Queen's bedroom in the Isu Palace, Ash was lying on the bed, Diya was dozing off on the bed, Weisser was reading a book, Vichy was expressionless with his eyes closed, and Sonia was listening to music with headphones. As if she sensed something, Sonia suddenly drew out the long sword from her waist, and her fingertips rubbed along the blade, causing the sword to emit a clear sound.
"Don't lose." She murmured softly.
Ash and Fanxing moved at the same time. Facing Ouroboros' overwhelming attack, the four gods had to defend heaven. Only the two of them, the swordsmen, could carve a way out of life and death in the impenetrable torrent of vision.
In the Soul Heaven, except for a few wonders such as "Jump", "Heart Hunter Kingship", "False Promise", and "Magic Master Nemesis", most of the other wonders have been completely broken up. From Ash's current perspective, those wonders are so crudely constructed that they are just like a story that was pecked out by a chicken on a keyboard. Now that he has the realm of black magic, Ash is equivalent to receiving nine years of compulsory education and is able to use the current resources to write a qualified narrative or argumentative essay!
Although he can only borrow the magical wonders of Sword Girl and cannot change the structure, this does not prevent him from using his own magical powers to strengthen the magical wonders of Sword Girl.
Countless new ideas popped up in his mind one after another. He could come up with hundreds of plans to build spirit arts every second. Everything in the world was under his control. He only needed to choose the plan he liked.
If he was a rusty and sluggish old machine before, now he is a brand new Strike Freedom!
The Supreme Art·Scarlet Water Moon·Annihilation!
In a single breath, Ash flew over a distance of hundreds of kilometers and exploded nearly half of Ouroboros' eyeballs. The blood-tide sword light accelerated to the limit, dyeing half of the world of Fantasy Hell red and cutting off Ouroboros' two wings!
The other half of the fantasy hell world is a stage with stars hanging upside down! The stars also pierced half of Ouroboros's eyeballs and cut off its three wings!
The gods followed their steps and launched a counterattack. They all knew that Ash was the last reinforcement and no other miracle would happen. Now was the only miracle they could grasp.
The machines in heaven are overloaded. The Lord of Blood Moon is feasting on flesh and blood. The Lord of Omniscient Weaving is determining his future. The Lord of Fantasy Music is doing whatever he wants. The Lord of Infernal Abyss is dominating the world... The most tyrannical violence in heaven is unreservedly vented in hell. Various magical turbulences are invading each other. Time and space are distorted and cracks appear. The whole world is crumbling. Since its birth, hell has never been more like hell than it is today!
The last three wings of Ouroboros melted like ice cream under their attack, breaking one, two, three... When they thought that this peak battle was finally going to make a crucial progress, they found that a huge shadow covered their eyes again.
The two wings that had just been cut off by Ash and Fanxing were restored to their original state within a breath.
Everyone gasped.
The combined length of these two wings is hundreds of kilometers, which means that its regeneration speed is at least a thousand times the speed of sound. If Fantasy Hell was not covered by the starry sky and in a vacuum, its wing regeneration alone would be enough to cause a nuclear explosion-level shock wave.
The only good news was that the eyes of these two wings had not yet opened, and the other wings were slowly regenerating, so their attack was not in vain, but no one was happy.
The reason why they attacked the wings so tacitly was because the speed at which Ouroboros' wings regenerated gave them hope. If they tried a little harder, they could break all of Ouroboros' wings. It was like when ninety-nine bets were drawn at the gambling table, the next bet would definitely be a big one. As long as they gathered enough money, they could turn the tables in one go.
But they forgot that the dealer has unlimited bets... The regeneration speed of Ouroboros is not fixed at all. It may have some kind of dangerous mechanism. Once all its wings are seriously damaged, it will suddenly burst out with huge vitality to urgently repair the two wings in the best condition, and always remain immortal.
No one knows how many times this dangerous mechanism can be triggered, maybe it is infinite; or maybe there is no dangerous mechanism, its regeneration speed is so fast, and it is only now getting serious.
Although Ouroboros only broke up their offensive this time, the blow to their confidence was fatal. Even if Ash and Stars could hold on, the four gods could not keep the Kingdom of Heaven running at overload, and this all-out concentrated firepower offensive was limited.
"continue."
The cold voice of the stars resounded through hell, and the steps flew across, and the sword light of the star waterfall tore the world apart! Ash's whole body was steaming with blood, and the whole person seemed to be burning. The weak faction at the level of the God Lord was enough for him to squeeze out the last bit of his potential and swing out the blood tide sword light that amazed the years!
The two wings that Ouroboros had just regenerated were cut off again, and the new wings that it had regenerated rapidly were also killed by the four gods. Everyone gritted their teeth and continued to bombard them without interruption. They were not fighting, but more like running. What was chasing them was called despair. As long as they ran fast enough, they could surpass despair, but...
This may be a never-ending torture, but despair never tires.
When Ash and the others stopped and turned around, they could still see the wings that Ouroboros had regenerated. No matter how many times they broke their wings, Ouroboros could regenerate them immediately. As long as they could not destroy this huge monster that was hundreds of kilometers long and wide in an instant, it would immediately reignite into a raging fire and burn the world and them... all to death.
Ash and Fanxing returned to the front of the four gods again. Everyone was looking at Ouroboros who was growing wings and eyeballs, and no one spoke.
Reckless concentrated fire has proven to be ineffective. If this high-intensity siege continues, their kingdom of heaven will collapse before Ouroboros collapses.
But to deal with this unimaginable monster, the gods had no other options except to be reckless and bloodthirsty. After many years, they actually relived the feeling when they first encountered the fish-slaying dragon, and the fear and powerlessness of the unknown gradually filled their bodies.