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The vast universe became the battlefield of this clash of consciousness.
Countless stars were detonated by the weapons, emitting a white-hot radiance that resembled a supernova. The matter that was ejected spanned hundreds of light-years, like the graffiti of a child's pen.
The fleet was quickly annihilated under the attacks of the gods, and what followed was an even more violent weapon.
If one were to say that the most common method he used during his battle with Zero was to set up defenses and then bombard indiscriminately, then there wasn't much of a change now. The only difference was that the explosives had been changed from gunpowder to something else.
For example, the annihilation of matter and antimatter.
When a body at the level of a galaxy was converted into energy, even the universe would tremble. A dull "drum" reverberated in the space filled with light and heat, and it spread outwards at the speed of light.
In such an intense battlefield, carbon-based lifeforms were weaker than paper. Roland first forged himself into a body of powerful force, and finally transformed himself into a body of pure energy. He used the Beyonder thoughts that were connected to the Cradle to command the creations of his consciousness to do battle.
It was different from the previous battle of souls. He didn't need to rack his brains or rack his brains. The knowledge vault had countless methods for him to use. The rapidly revolving thoughts made him feel indescribably carefree. And even if he died, he would instantly be vaporized by the energy jet, so he wouldn't feel any pain.
In the beginning, he was still able to exchange blows with the other party, but when magic power was injected into the battlefield, Roland gradually fell into a passive state.
And there was no way to recover from this disadvantage.
This was also the first time he clearly understood how powerful magic power was.
Be it witches or devils, the way they used it was to convert it into the inherent power of the universe. But in the hands of the Custodian, it was completely free from the restraints of the laws. Its methods and effects couldn't be made up for with a greater amount of power.
The hundreds and thousands of deaths caused Roland's mind to begin to slacken. If not for the Cradle's help, he probably wouldn't have lasted until now.
When he was reborn again, he no longer had the strength to support his body.
The surrounding background had also returned to the pure white world from before.
Roland swayed and fell to the ground. Only then did he realize that his back was drenched in sweat.
"In that case, you shouldn't have any regrets, right?" The other party asked calmly. Clearly, this kind of battle did not cause much of a burden to it. In the realm of consciousness, it was indeed no different from a god.
"How is that possible …" Roland took two deep breaths. "Do you think I came here just to be beaten up by you?"
"Your actions stem from ignorance and arrogance, which is part of the nature of life. Moreover, since things have come to this point, venting your anger won't help." It paused. "But do you still want to continue fighting like that? In the face of an absolute gap, perseverance is meaningless. I thought you would be smarter — "
"You mean the Battle of Souls? No … I never thought that victory would be decided so easily. " Roland stood up slowly with his legs trembling from exhaustion. "I just wanted to experience the feeling of 'who's calling for the fleet' … To be honest, it's not bad …"
"Enough!" For the first time, the other party's tone fluctuated. "Millions of years of accumulation were destroyed in a day, and you treat it as an insignificant game?"
"I didn't say that." He forced a smile. "It's just that before the final moment arrives, I want to ask you a question — why … did you do these things?"
"Provide assistance in the Cradle? I said that life has the right to choose, and every species born in the Cradle is my child. I respect your choice and will — "
"No, that's not what I'm asking." Roland shook his head. "What I'm asking is, why did you do these … Lan?"
The god suddenly fell silent.
After a while, it took off its mask, revealing the face hidden beneath.
It was Lan's face.
"You've seen her?" It stared at Roland for a moment before saying. "I see. But you're wrong about one thing. This body is an image conjured to facilitate communication with humans. What you saw was indeed 'me,' but I'm not her. "
That fellow, Epsilon, was right.
The corners of Roland's mouth curled up.
Just as the astrolabe bloomed and the white light engulfed his vision, she had said her final sentence. Although he had not seen her lips clearly, Epsilon had imprinted those words into his consciousness.
That was the answer to his second question.
[I sensed His Excellency's aura from the traitorous Oracle's body. I want to ask it, is this really the outcome it wants? ]
In the beginning, Roland was unable to understand the connection between the information, but now, he had completely seen God's appearance.
"You are indeed not her, but only when the two of you are together will you be the complete Omniscient Custodian," Roland enunciated each and every word.
It wasn't just Lan … Pure magic monsters, Oracles, and the Bottomless Land's Guardian were probably a part of it.
Therefore, Epsilon had said that as long as God wasn't destroyed, it would exist forever.
What was the Omniscient Custodian?
It didn't matter if it was called a system, a machine, a program, Gaia, or an Information Synthesis Thought Body. Its original goal of creation was to supervise Project Door, as well as assist its creator in realizing the true goal of "opening the door."
But in the long and hopeless period of time, it had "diverged."
This divergence might have been one or two sporadic thoughts in the beginning, but with the passage of time, the thoughts gathered into a consciousness.
They were born from within the Custodian, and there was more than one — Lan was one of them.
They were tired of the endless nurturing and observation, and they did not wish to be bound to this dead Universe. Of course, there might be even more acute contradictions, such as resources.
As long as it was a physical entity, there was bound to be losses. In that prosperous era of civilization, the Custodian naturally did not need to worry about the problem of maintenance, but now, all intelligent life in the Universe had withered. Not only could maintenance be done by themselves, the Cradle also needed to split a large portion of the resources. If this continued, it was very likely that it would exceed a certain critical point, causing the entire system to collapse irreversibly.
In Lan's words, "Regardless of the outcome, it's better than being trapped here forever. At least the future is filled with infinite possibilities. "
"They will soon disappear with the reconstruction, along with you." God's tone remained calm.
Roland wasn't surprised by this reaction. Without a doubt, if the traitorous Oracles could resist the Custodian's main body, they wouldn't need to seek him out.
Perhaps, it controlled the Cradle's underlying laws.
"But Lan's appearance isn't a coincidence. In another ten million years, the same scene will probably happen again."
"Then, everything will return to square one. I have to complete the agreement with the Creator. This is an irrefutable law." It remained unmoved. "Now, I'll begin the reconstruction of the world —"
"Is that so?" Roland chuckled. "That's not a wise move, because … you have already completed the agreement."
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