"Aren't people and trees the same?"
A low voice echoed between heaven and earth. "The more a person seeks to rise to the top and the light, the more his roots struggle to go down, to the ground, to the darkness, to the depths —"
"— to sin."
In that instant, [Sin] had descended!
"Sayings of Thuluth?"
Isaac almost crushed the screen in his hand. He was so angry that he lost his voice.
That was also a precious treasure stolen by the Golden Dawn from heaven … No, it should be said that it was one of the foundations of the Land of Dreams.
As a "copy" of the Reality, it was the pillar that could move freely in hell and the tool that repeatedly penetrated the Reality. It was the prototype and design plan created by the earliest Pioneer Society when they established the three major seals!
It corresponded to the Great Mystic Instrument, Zarathustra!
In other words, its existence itself was equivalent to a miniature reality!
At this moment, when Yezi used the power of Sayings of Thuluth to pry open the three major seals, the high wall of the Reality would also temporarily disintegrate. A fleeting small hole was chiseled in the high wall, allowing the power of hell to seep into the Reality!
But what made Isaac even more vigilant was that this mystic instrument was not only to temporarily open the Reality, but also pointed to a certain existence in the deepest part of hell.
A certain behemoth …
"What is that?"
He ignored the alarm and adjusted the observation filter of the Dragon Summoning Flute to the maximum. He felt countless flickering lights and shadows from the abyss rushing into his soul, burning and tormenting his will.
He widened his eyes.
Finally, he caught a glimpse of that ferocious appearance.
"Fire immediately!"
Isaac roared, but it was too late.
He closed his eyes the moment he gave the order. The Mark of Kronos was activated, instantly enveloping his soul, and began to sneak into the past.
But very quickly, he was ejected by a trap hidden in time.
Someone had already erected a high wall in the past in advance.
At that moment, the deepest sound rang out from Lu Baiyan's body. The sea of ink boiled, accompanied by his hoarse roar. Incorporeal knives and brushes were dipped in ink, crisscrossing in the void.
The sketching began.
In the direction of hell.
Thus, in the boiling Ink Sea, countless sharp branches slowly rose up, outlining the outline of a giant tree that covered the sky and the earth. The sound from hell contained hatred, and the sharp cry of a baby came from between the branches.
The moment he arrived, his thirst spread throughout the entire Wasteland, placing everything in the category of food.
It couldn't wait to reach out toward Huai Shi.
Through the [Doomsday Painter]'s reinvention, the surviving evil that had been severely injured by Huai Shi's hands sent down a projection with hatred and began to take revenge!
He was stunned for a moment.
Huai Shi finally felt the threat of death. It was close at hand!
His opponent had actually started to call for people?
The world changed too quickly, and he was caught off guard.
.
.
"Surviving evil?"
The French fries in Russell's hand paused in the ketchup.
"That's your plan, Woodman?" he murmured admiringly. "It's a good card -"
Next to Russell, the demented old man who was drooling on the sofa and taking a nap suddenly raised his eyes.
As if he had woken up from a long dream, his turbid eyes turned blood red, and he stared at the empty seat across the table.
He was like an old beast, choosing a person to devour.
But soon, he was in a trance again.
The short sobriety ended, and he fell into a dream again. He just mumbled the name in his mouth and chewed on hatred.
"Long time no see, Marcus. How are you?"
In the reflection of the window, Woodman, who was sitting on an empty chair, smiled, "You look much gentler than when we parted that year. Do you still recognize me? I am your good friend. "
"Good … friend?"
"Yes."
Woodman replied, "We used to be brothers."
"Brothers and sisters?"
The dull old man mumbled vaguely. "Lies."
Woodman's smile froze for a moment.
"Flattery never comes from a great heart."
In a daze, Marcus murmured as if he was sleep-talking, "The ship of lies won't sail far. Your heart is empty, and what you say is only bubbles."
Russell laughed.
"Look, Woodman. The lie was seen through before it was spoken. You are getting worse day by day. You can't even fool a person with Alzheimer's.
Why did you go through so much trouble to arrange all of this? "
"Take a guess, Russell. Maybe you can ask the old magical conch next to you?"
Woodman sneered and asked, "But I'm more curious. What kind of trump card is your sun hiding? To be honest, I don't know if you regret not being with your heir. At least you could have taken care of him at the end of his life. "
"You think too much."
Russell shook his head self-deprecatingly. "I must be behind someone in the order of taking care of him at the end of his life. Maybe even his girlfriends are ahead of me in the order.
But then again — "
He paused and asked curiously, "Why do you think you will win? Even if I am too far away to help … "
On the phone screen, the expanding scroll suddenly stopped.
It was as if the signal was bad.
The video lagged.
The growth of the Ink Sea stopped abruptly.
Only a small icon appeared in the sky and began to circle …
And at the edge of the wilderness, in the wind and snow, a stone statue suddenly appeared.
The Thinker.
The stone statue with its head lowered in contemplation seemed to have experienced thousands of years. It was covered in moss and the vicissitudes of time. The hanging stone robe was like silk, showing a wonderful texture.
The Creator's eyes were lowered, as if he was in deep thought, but it made the world stop.
And when he raised his eyes, the whole world fell silent.
Countless laws operated in his will. The passage opened by Suruchi's words was actually closed in an instant. The power of the surviving evil was suddenly cut off, leaving only an incomplete outline.
— Creator Sharma!
"Guess what …"
Russell's fries rolled happily in the ketchup. It was sweet and sour. "After you left, I called him again … and made a small, suggestion."
Woodman's smile gradually disappeared, becoming cold and regretful.
"You're even more impatient than I expected, Shalma …"
"Like you said, Woodman, there must be a choice."
A distant and cold voice sounded. "Now, you have thrown the coin. I just want an answer, whether the answer is in heaven or hell."
So, before the coin fell.
Don't interfere with my observation.
The lonely Creator looked down quietly.
Such a cold bystander, weighing the weight between heaven and hell.
Waiting for the flipped coin to fall and get the real result.
And now, through the long wind and snow, the two sides of the coin faced each other.
"It seems that your channeling was interrupted?"
Huai Shi seemed to be curious and asked knowingly, "What happened? This is the first time I saw you fail to get the answer. Is your condition not good?
How about … I give you a little more time? "
He sincerely suggested, "You can perform again."
Under the solidified sea of ink, Lu Baiyan slowly raised his head, and a trace of ferocity finally appeared on his face, which was tainted by ink.
"Huai Shi, your face …"
He whispered softly, "What an eyesore."
"What a coincidence. We are the same."
Huai Shi nodded and sighed softly. "This is probably the difference in appearance. There is no way to make up for it. Please don't mind it. You have been ugly all your life. Why care about the last few minutes?"
The contempt and mockery were no longer concealed.
It was so straightforward.
At that moment, Lu Baiyan's eyes were bloodshot.
The remnant's incomplete reflection screamed. Countless ear-piercing cries burst out from the sea of ink. The mournful branches quickly contracted and shrouded the man.
It pierced deeply into his body.
It took root!
A hoarse roar sounded from among the countless withered branches. The baby's cry and the man's roar overlapped. Gradually, it turned into a more gloomy and ear-piercing sound.
"White Baby, Hu Xintang?"
The power of the [Divine Mark – Heaven's Inquisition] was displayed again. This time, it was not used on the outside. Instead, it was used on the inside of his body. It quickly corrected all the deviations and errors. The two completely different powers merged perfectly at this moment!
Even though what was triggered was a solidified qualitative change!
Among the countless withered branches, Lu Baiyan raised his scarlet eyes. A low voice from hell slowly spread.
"— Good medicine of Andersen, can't it solidify?"
The white rainbow was used as an ornament. Why was Chang Yi so majestic? Where did he get the Elixir of Immortality? Why couldn't he keep it for long?
With the power of the Divine Mark, Lu Baiyan ushered in another transformation.
It was supposed to be used to merge Great Si Ming with his large group of Great Si Ming, allowing him to evolve with his divinity and reach a higher level. But now, it had completely merged him with the remaining Great Si Ming!
There was no distinction between them.
At this moment, Lu Baiyan had become the purest solidifier.
After completely devouring the power of the remnant, he turned into an extension of hell.
The moment he completely embraced hell, Great Si Ming's destiny ushered in the fall. All the correction values were quickly distorted, causing his power to skyrocket again!
The wearer's rank was instantly achieved, and it was still increasing …
"Come on, Huai Shi!"
On both sides of Lu Baiyan's cracked face, a pair of evil eyes grew out again. "Show me the power of the Sword of Calamity!"
Behind him, when the remnant's shadow of the giant tree appeared again, it was completely different from before.
The once twisted and withered branches were now full of fruits.
Countless remnant shadows of Lu Baiyan were pierced and hung on the branches. They were like corpses that were hanged on the Tree of Greed, swaying in the cold wind. The scarlet eyes looked up, countless mouths opened and closed, and a voice echoed in the air.
It was full of malice and curses.
Countless giant black butterflies rose from the branches. Their wings, which were covered with giant eyes, flapped and sprinkled sticky ink. When the ink fell into the soil, it was like a seed that took root and sprouted. It quickly grew into countless skinny and ferocious afterimages.
They were no longer as fleeting as before. Instead, they were the fruits of nightmares that grew from hell.
They were endless.
It had surpassed the limit of the past. Two times, three times … or even more?
Under the entanglement of the roots of the branches, the National Slayer Crown cried silently and was dyed with a layer of darkness.
The Great Si Ming of Hell raised his finger. The boundless pitch-black ocean began to boil and surged toward Huai Shi!
The whole hell came crashing down on him.
He was the enemy of the whole world.
This was the most terrifying thing about Great Si Ming.
The endless black butterflies in the sky, the countless mutants on the ground, even the air and the soil were hostile to him. He had become the master of this part of hell, the true ruler.
As long as he took root in the soil, he could nibble away at the foundation of this realm and have endless power to squander.
And Huai Shi could not hide his disappointment.
He looked at his opponent across the countless mutants.
He was puzzled.
"Is it that powerful to have so many people?"
He asked curiously, "Do you know what day it is today?"
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