"Whoosh—"
This is no longer resistance, but blatant provocation.
Even if the gods are slow to realize it, through the past actions of [Fate] and the current situation, they can see that what the Outer God [Fate] wants is a predetermined state without faith.
The act of war undoubtedly cuts off the established path forward, polluting it with its own beliefs and preventing it from becoming a sacrifice untouched by faith.
The position of the true god may require the approval of the [Covenant], but the status of the messenger is always self-promoted by the true god, without any proof. When a life holds a vessel of faith, receives the approval of the true god, and acts on behalf of the true god's authority, he naturally ascends to the status of the messenger.
And coincidentally, Cheng Shi possesses both the vessel of war and the authority of war!
He is a natural candidate for messenger, only missing a promise from the true God to be a true messenger.
Today, the promise has been fulfilled.
And so, fate became angry.
The darkness that had been dispelled by the flames instantly returned. The thick, pitch-black darkness, though seemingly bottomless, overflowed with terrifying iridescence. Every wisp of darkness felt tangible, relentlessly eroding the raging flames surrounding [War].
The flames diminished inch by inch, while drops of blood increased.
Even though War is the god most skilled in war in the universe, it has no power to resist this wisp of Primordial Power.
At this moment, just like at that time, the scene before them reminded Cheng Shi and Hong Lin of countless wars in the real universe that went against the tide, only to be wiped out in an instant.
The two are so similar, except that the current rate of cessation of war is far slower than before.
This is the wrath of the Outer God, and also a torment for Qin Xin.
As the Outer God said, no one can stop what is destined to be taken away. The reason He is still here dealing with the gods is simply because the temporal storm He is waiting for has not yet arrived.
Cheng Shi's expression changed, but before he could stop it, the flames instantly vanished into the darkness, and the flowing blood merged into the void, becoming an empty backdrop under the starry sky, never to be seen again.
The war simply vanished!
No, He did not disappear.
Qin Xin has disappeared.
The instant Qin Xin vanished, a pair of brand-new [War] pupils, one fiery and one blood-red, opened before the gods. A spiral of [Nullification] swirled within those pupils without concealment. Looking at Cheng Shi, who had turned away in shock, it murmured:
"Someone stole my identity, making a desperate struggle, intending to corrupt the established order, but was exposed by [Fate]."
I am deeply grateful for their help in rescuing me and allowing me to escape.
All the previous promises were made under false pretenses and are therefore invalid.
Since it has been decided... it has never resisted, has never resonated with my will, and therefore should not be entitled to the title of my servant...
"......"
"......"
"......"
They're not even going to act anymore.
The Outer God no longer cares about the opinions of the other gods, nor about the truth of the universe. In any case, even if this part is not performed, He can still reset time, pull time back to the past, kill Qin Xin first, and then deal with other things.
But He did not do that. Instead, He staged this performance in front of the gods, which was not only a form of disregard but also a way of telling the world that what is predetermined can never be defied.
"ha."
Cheng Shi laughed, looking into those war-like eyes, his laughter bordering on madness.
“Fate, oh fate, I think you are the biggest clown on this stage.”
Your performance was hilarious, haha, hahahaha!
The world was silent, except for Cheng Shi's laughter echoing everywhere.
Those cold, star-like eyes gradually stopped spiraling, looking at the believer before them. After a long silence, they finally used the power of [Fate] to envelop the believer and disappear from the sight of the gods along with destiny.
The dust has settled.
With the departure of the Outer God and the dissipation of the Primordial Power, the pressure on the scene eased dramatically, and the starry sky, which had been shrouded in darkness, regained its color.
But then a roar came from the starry sky, and Hong Lin, who was still falling, immediately transformed into a spotted leopard and chased after it into the depths of the void once again.
She didn't know where the Outer God had taken Cheng Shi, but she knew it must be the place where she was buried.
I will never abandon any of my friends, never!
[Prosperity] Tears welled up as they chased after him, a wave of sighs swept through the scene, the gods looked at each other, and then dispersed.
The farce seems to be over. Perhaps when the moment of sacrifice to the [Primordial] is finally over, the world... should be able to survive?
No one can be sure, not even the gods.
The enormous skull on the bone seat looked towards the place where the Outer God had disappeared and sighed. Then, green flames flickered in its eyes, and the Fishbone Temple disintegrated into a torrent of white bones, carrying its followers away from this ravaged starry sky.
Once the hall found a quiet void and re-formed, a pure power of death quietly overflowed from the giant skull, causing a small skull beneath the bone seat to revert to human form, and awakening the believers lying before the bone seat.
An Mingyu stumbled and fell onto the steps in front of the bone pedestal. She looked at Zhang Jizu, who was slowly waking up in the distance, and was stunned. She looked around blankly, and her heart tightened.
"Where is Cheng Shi? He..."
Zhang Jizu shuddered. He looked at his hands, as if he understood something, and suddenly, in a hoarse, choked, and desperate voice, he pounded the ground and roared:
"No!!!"
And when the giant skull and An Mingyu heard this "no".
"boom--"
The consciousnesses of both the human and the god were in complete chaos.
Countless torrents of white bones surged into the sky from both sides of the steps, and the entire void began to be filled with the aura of death. The boiling power of death was as chaotic and restless as the shock in the heart of the giant skull. Its eyes were filled with towering green flames as it looked at the believers in front of the bone seat, unable to understand it at all.
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