Chapter 46 Bellit 38

The update of "The Godhead of All Worlds" has attracted a lot of attention. The reason is that the comic has updated three chapters in one go, so much so that readers thought the cartoonist had run away.

The comic cover does not use the protagonist group, but for the first time, all the "villains" appear. Lance in the middle is wearing the white and gold-patterned clothes he wore in Ataco, and the black windbreaker he bought in Bellit. His long silver hair falls on his shoulders. The combination of his whole body is full of a weird beauty. Although it is not very harmonious, it always feels like it carries some metaphors.

There are more people behind Lance. This is also the first time that the comic has a large multiplayer scene as the cover. Of the five people standing behind Lance, only Red Thorn and Nightingale can see their faces clearly. The rest of the people have their faces covered by clothes and accessories at various angles, leaving only exposed abdominal muscles or slender legs.

There are even more talented people around Lance. Bearded Oliver folded his arms across his chest, his eyes wandering to places outside the camera. A light blue light and shadow appeared in front of him: Scott put his hands behind his back, gentle and elegant, but smiled and covered his eyes, so his expression could not be seen. Only Golden Hat held Lance's left hand with one hand and leaned over to kiss it. He glanced at Chu Cheng with a smile in the corner of his eyes, but I don't know what the badge he held behind him represents.

The front page of this comic is very beautiful and magnificent, which makes Cao Nannan feel that something big is going to happen in the main line. With an uneasy heart, she turned to the next page of the comic.

As soon as they appeared, there were some strange and sharp scenes from the past, like a revolving lantern. It started with Lance in the snowy plains of Ataco. A frozen ice sculpture appeared next to him. Cao Nannan recognized it at a glance. It was the bastard who had teased Chu Cheng in the Ataco Hospital. His kneeling and dying action was a little funny, and also a little strangely pious, as if he was worshiping and praying, and Lance only showed a lonely back.

He kept walking forward. He passed the Usubi Auction House, and saw many people who were stabbed to death by ice spikes. He passed the casino, and saw his former boss who was crushed. He passed the green forest, and the next second, the snowstorm swept the forest into a white sky, and there was a man who died in the ice.

Lance straightened his beautiful and slender waist, raised his head and walked forward step by step. From the white robe to the black windbreaker, he only left a resolute back and never looked back. But Cao Nannan inexplicably tasted a trace of loneliness.

This comic opened with a lot of exquisite backgrounds and complicated clothes. Cao Nannan turned off the bullet screen and admired it attentively. She slid her finger downwards and saw Lance, who had been striding forward, stop. The comic camera rotated and moved upwards, finally stopping on his indifferent gray eyes.

There was no warm smile on his face when he talked about the future with Carl and the others in the wooden house, no indifference when he killed the auction house owner, no madness when he stepped on the head of the casino owner like a madman, no temptation when he hooked his finger at the dead, only a kind of soulless, emotionless, desireless and indifferent expression.

The next second, such a stunning face was sprayed with thick blood. Large flakes of bright red blood sprayed onto Lance's left cheek, and a lot of it sprayed into Chu Cheng's left eye, but he didn't even blink, and just let the blood mixed with tears slide down his face in the next frame.

Before Cao Nannan could react to what was going on, she subconsciously slid her finger and turned the comic. The picture that suddenly jumped into her eyes made her gasp uncontrollably, holding her breath and staring with her fingers suspended in the air. The light from the phone was so dazzling in the dark night that she couldn't help but wet her eyes.

The camera in the picture moved down to Lance's chest and abdomen, and his slender hands were hanging in the air. But what was shocking was that his wrists were covered with deep wounds that could see the bones, and blood flowed down with gravity. His other hand held a dagger made of ice, which was already stained with bright red marks.

But these horrible scars did not stay on Lance's body. The wounds quickly shortened and narrowed, and finally recovered to their original state, without any trace of the previous appearance. But before Cao Nannan could breathe a sigh of relief, she saw Lance lower his lifeless eyes, mercilessly raised the ice cone in his hand, and then stabbed his wrist fiercely in front of countless spectators, over and over again, until the blood covered his handsome face, and he dropped his hand as if knowing the pain and fatigue, letting the ice cone slide into his palm.

The development of the situation was beyond the possibility of Cao Nannan's imagination and conjecture. She twitched her fingers a few times, but she didn't know how to put her fingers on the cold mobile phone screen. She couldn't even tell whether her body temperature was colder or the mobile phone screen was colder.

Cao Nannan rubbed her fingers unconsciously, and then she watched the screen slide to the next page. She suddenly realized that her palms had accumulated a pool of sweat, which dripped onto the screen and slid with the page.

After taking a deep breath, Cao Nannan continued to slide the screen down. She still did not open the pop-up screen. She did not want to follow the ideas of other readers this time. She wanted to experience Lance's madness and pain from a first-person perspective.

In the next screen, the background behind Lance changed again. This time, it was in a dim alley. Cao Nannan could not tell where this place was. She could not remember it for a while. But she watched Lance wave his fingers in the air a few times in the last second, and in the next second, he suddenly lost his support as if he was in great pain, and fell on the hard wall, his long satin hair was stained with dust, but the man who always looked arrogant was holding his forehead in the alley, slowly sliding down the wall, curling up in pain.

"Fu*k..."

The first time she saw Lance in such pain and such a fragile state, the first thing that came to Cao Nannan's mind was not heartache, not pity, not anger, but panic.

Such a powerful Lance crazily harmed himself, and was so weak that he fell against the wall in an unattended alley. Can he really hold on to the end? Can he really have a good ending? Can he really... accompany the readers for a while longer? This comic that was like a revolving lantern and a flashback made Cao Nannan feel a lot of panic and fear, just like the countless readers who were squatting in front of the mobile phone screen to watch. After

calming down, Cao Nannan took a deep breath, clenched his fists and then relaxed, and continued to slide down. Lance, who was lying on the ground in the picture, closed his eyes peacefully at this moment, and the background changed again, becoming a magnificent bedroom, and he lay on the soft pillow.

But the vicious and dirty words in the dream were not as peaceful as Lance's sleeping face. In the pure white background, ink-splattered words kept appearing, layer upon layer, until the entire screen was covered with ink.

[You are so dirty, why are you in such a position!!]

[You waste!! Why on earth did you show up, why you!! Do you deserve it!!]

[You disaster!! You are the cause of all this!! Why don't you just die!!]

Word by word, accusations, insults, attacks, those words floated up from the black plane one by one, flew to the sleeping Lance, and stuck to his body.

Gradually, Lance's body was covered with dark words, like chains, tightly binding him. When he twisted his body slightly, the chains that were originally just decorations seemed to have life, tightening crazily, and tightening Lance's clothes tightly to his body.

An expression of pain gradually emerged on Lance's face, his brows were locked, and his lips turned a little pale, but those chains made up of vicious words would not understand what it meant to let go. They would only get tighter and tighter, even tearing Lance's clothes into pieces and piercing deeply into Lance's flesh. Blood stained the chains and spread rapidly from under Chu Cheng's body like ice crystals, until the white sheets beneath him were stained with blood and dripped down the sheets.

In the next screen, in a dim place where the specific appearance cannot be seen clearly, Lance talks to a blurred figure,

"Have you met other believers of Ataco?"

"You are right. After sunset, you all ran all over the world, shrinking one by one without any sound, and only you showed up. To be honest, I wonder if you are the descendant of an apostle, like a young man."

"I just... don't want Ataco to continue like this..."

Lance's clothes were blown up by the wind, and the next frame, the blown clothes were stained with spots of blood, and he stood in the Bellit casino again.

This time it was no longer his lonely back, he had a charming smile familiar to fans on his face, and his lifeless eyes were stained with ripples. Every time Lance took a step forward, one more person appeared beside him.

From the Golden Hat, to Bearded Oliver, to Scott, Red Thorn, Nightingale... Although the audience at the moment did not know who these people were, it did not prevent them from being relieved that there were finally other people beside Lance.

"I will move forward firmly towards my ideal future... Even if I have to razed the city... I have to bear the curse... I don't care..."

At the end of the memory, Lance stood on that beautiful night with hazy moonlight, on the top of the tower, his windbreaker was blown up, and his long hair floated behind him. He looked down at this land that never belonged to him and would not accommodate him. After a deep look, he turned around decisively and disappeared into the night.

After finally reading Lance's heart-wrenching and suffocating solo memories, Cao Nannan was able to let out a long breath. She rubbed her aching forehead and felt upset for the first time for taking on too much of a role. She was really afraid that Lance would suddenly be killed by the protagonists. Then she would definitely cry, and cry miserably!

There were many people who shared the same idea as Cao Nannan. After reading this section, Cao Nannan felt relieved, but also felt heavier. She even opened the barrage with some trepidation. In an instant, the barrage of bullets flew across the sky and ground. Not to mention seeing them one by one, Cao Nannan couldn't even see the comics clearly.

After Cao Nannan set up the barrage one by one, she slid the comic to the top again and began to watch it again with the barrage

[Wife, hehehe, wife has a thin waist, lick it for me, shashashasha]

[Hey, wife's butt is so curly, you are not allowed to look at it! ! Mine! ! Mine! ! ]

But as more and more bodies appeared around Lance, the barrage soon smelled a different feeling, just like Cao Nannan who watched it for the first time.

[Family, I feel something is wrong...]

[Is this the rhythm of a knife! ? Damn it! 】

【Looking at it this way, Lance was really lonely along the way】

【Yes, the three protagonists were chasing together, while Lance was killing alone. Even the Golden Hat was not happy about it, so he could not be considered a real companion】

【Walking alone on a road without cheers, although he was a villain, I don’t know why, but I tasted a bit of the taste of a strange hero】

This comment received a lot of likes, and even Cao Nannan couldn’t help but contribute one. This comment was not wrong. When the audience looked at the movie from the perspective of the protagonists such as Carl, that is, the upright perspective, Lance’s actions were unquestionable evil deeds. He killed, robbed, and committed atrocities at will, and each of these was enough to prove his identity as a villain.

But no one knows, nor is interested in knowing, what is the purpose of his doing so. They just watch him from afar as he walks farther and farther alone on such a bloody road.

If the barrage at this moment is still just a little bit of doubt and uneasiness, when the first climax of the plot, that is, the scene where Lance madly kills himself and madly destroys his body, the barrage explodes like a well

[Woc!! Damn, I was shocked!! Why does Lance have so many wounds on his arms!! ? ? ]

[Oh my god... he stabbed himself without blinking an eye]

[Come on, come on, why don’t I understand]

[I thought Lance was just an external consumption type of madman, but I didn’t expect that he is both internal and external cultivation? ? 】

【Fuck, wife, I'm going to stab you, and the pain is in my heart!!!】

【Although it's immoral... but I say it... my crazy wife smells good】

The barrage of comments didn't show any signs of weakening, and even when Lance fell to the ground in pain, the artistic creation method of floating words that could be called the god among gods, and Lance being accused and cursed, the barrage of comments finally reached the climax of this chapter

【Fuck... Lance, what kind of burden is this past...】

【Honestly, this paragraph reminded me of the time when I was bullied in high school. It really felt like that. Their words were like chains that locked me up...】

【Why does Lance look unwell? Isn't he very strong! ? 】

【I also want to ask... It feels like Lance is now supporting himself with his goal】

【To be honest, this wave really established Lance...】 It is exactly

the same as what Cao Nannan thought. When Lance said, "I will move forward firmly towards my ideal future... Even if I have to razed the city... I don't care if I have to bear the curse...", it means that the character of Lance has been truly shaped. He is no longer a flat villain, no longer a villain who kills for the sake of killing, no longer a cold-blooded demon. On the contrary, his blood is hotter than anyone else, so hot that it burns himself.

【For the sake of the goal, he will do anything. He is really a hero. It is not an exaggeration to call him a hero at the end of his road】

【Am I the only one who cares about the sentence "Are there other apostles?" What does it mean? Lance is the apostle of Nero? 】

【Me too... but it's strange, Lance doesn't look like someone of Altaco's level】

【Yes, if all the people in Altaco were at Lance's level, wouldn't they all be strangled to death?】

Cao Nannan swiped and looked at the barrage while glancing at the time, and was surprised to find that it was already two o'clock in the morning. Should she go to bed now or finish reading this chapter before sleeping? Cao Nannan chose the third party without hesitation. She wanted to finish reading all three chapters of this update!

Cao Nannan slid down quickly, slid to the place where she had just finished reading, and continued to look down. Lance in the picture covered his face with a wide black hood, sitting in a narrow and dim room illuminated only by oil lamps, sitting face to face with the thickly bearded uncle who appeared on the cover of this chapter. The scene seemed a little serious.

This uncle looked familiar, but Cao Nannan couldn't remember where she had seen him for a moment. It was the barrage that reminded her, and she finally realized that this uncle with thick beard, who fits the stereotype of some dwarves, is actually the owner of the inn where Carl and others rested.

This discovery made everyone, including Cao Nannan, feel creepy, especially when the bearded Oliver drank the treeman beer generously and revealed the name and related information of the Sky Lab.

[Woc... I have a bold guess...]

[Upstairs... But it doesn't matter, I have one too...]

[Damn, when Carl and others went to the Hunter Guild to take the job, wasn't it Uncle Oliver who told them that the Blue Sea Auction House was recruiting, so Carl and others knew about genetic modification, and didn't they rely on Oliver's information to find the Sky Lab and meet Lance! ? 】

【Fuck, think about it again. When they met, Lance was wearing lab clothes】

【Damn, stop talking. It's really scary if you think about it any more!! Carl and his group of idiots were completely played around by Lance! 】

【Fuck, that's really scary. If that's the case, Lance might have secretly decided for Carl and his friends to stay at Oliver's Hotel! Otherwise, how could they just happen to stay at Oliver's Hotel? ? ? 】

【Fuck... Now thinking of Lance's words "I will move forward firmly towards my ideal future... Even if I have to raze the city... Even if I have to bear the curse... I don't care..." I really have goosebumps. He really calculated every step for his goal】

【I've completely become a fan. I can't refuse anyone who is so career-minded. I love villains too!! Cao Nannan

took a deep breath and continued to scroll down, and then she saw the scene where Oliver and Perna recognized each other as father and daughter. Oliver's trembling hands and Perna's trembling pupils made the audience across the screen feel the same way, and they couldn't help but have tears in their eyes.

But when the camera turned, Lance, who was behind Oliver, hugged his arms with an indifferent face, looked at this warm scene coldly, without the slightest touch, like a heartless person. But after the above paving, all the audience knew that no, Lance's heart would be hit hard as he kept on pursuing his goal.

[A reasonable discussion of the relationship between Lance and Nerobo]

[“At the end of the road, I will use my flesh and blood to build your new life” Altaco’s edited version]

[Lance fans’ crying post]

This night, Chu Cheng harvested a huge amount of popularity, but this is just the beginning.