What would he do if he couldn't even win?
"Sorry to disturb you. I mistook you for someone else."
"It was a mistake, a mistake. I accidentally used an expired map."
Such a ridiculous reason was probably only suitable for further provocation, using the strong to oppress the weak. Most incidents would naturally result in surrendering and paying compensation.
There was no helping it. If you couldn't win, would you really have to force yourself and wait to be completely annihilated?
However, if you met an enemy you couldn't communicate with, such as a beast horde or elemental vicious beast, then it would be better for everyone to run for their lives.
If you met an enemy you couldn't communicate with, such as various Evil Gods, then you might as well accept your own fate. At the very least, it would look better before you died.
And right now, the alliance fleet was facing off against the Titan God Titan, who had mastered the power of space. Even escaping would be quite impossible.
"Is this the end of it?"
Although Rorschach's airship was on the outskirts, it couldn't escape the large-scale dimensional lockdown. Not only that, he could faintly sense that he was being locked onto. His consciousness had been locked onto from the very moment he used his magic armor.
"Am I being treated as an important target?"
At this moment, Rorschach was already prepared to die.
"Perhaps it's better if I kill myself now."
Rorschach was truly hesitating whether or not to stab himself in the back. This wasn't because he was too cowardly, but rather because he was choosing the wisest choice.
There was an advantage for descenders from Aishi to Aishi. They would have physical bodies on both sides. As long as one side died, they would be able to connect with the Gods that served as the dimensional bridge, then they would be able to transfer their soul to the other side's physical body.
Of course, this would come at an incredibly heavy price. The physical body would definitely be damaged, and the soul's power level would greatly decrease. The most dangerous part would be that the soul would be injured during the transfer. That would basically be an irreparable loss. Lifelong bottlenecks, schizophrenia, and juvenile dementia were all common problems.
No matter what, this would be better than simply dying. Many people believed that as long as they had a chance to start over, they would be able to reach the peak one day … but there was also a hidden truth to this.
This was also a slogan that many churches used to attract elite members. But as a descendant of the New God, how could Rorschach not know about this hidden truth?
The body and the spirit (soul) were two sides of the same coin. Together, they formed an individual. Defects in either aspect would hinder the evolution of the individual.
The mind could have two bodies, but it was like growing taller and stronger. Growing from 1.5 meters to 1.8 meters was naturally bigger and stronger, but it was fine to chop off three centimeters of growth.
The spirit (soul) would adapt to the growth of the body and change. Humans were not lizards that could cut off their tails at will. The price of abandoning the body to escape was heavy and long-term.
But right now, Rorschach was seriously considering cutting off his tail to survive, even if he had to pay the price of schizophrenia, long-term bottlenecks, and memory loss. It was obvious that the current situation was hopeless.
Rorschach could feel that he had been locked on by Titan Wood. As long as he made a move, Titan Wood's thunderous strike, for example, would cross the limitations of space and arrive first.
Was it a trap? Was that Titan's scam under the volcano? Rorschach's thoughts were complicated, but they were not important.
"I can't die yet …"
There were still too many things that needed to be done. Without his assistance, Lori's future would be hopeless. Rorschach had already decided to cut off his tail to survive.
But at this moment, a fiery-red shadow suddenly appeared.
This shadow appeared from Rorschach's back and silently floated in midair, transforming into a red-haired, red-bearded giant.
Thunder Titan Wood, who was about to go on a killing spree, suddenly stopped as the two giants silently communicated with each other.
"What the hell is this?"
"A trap?"
His thoughts were meaningless. At this moment, the alliance fleet was nothing more than a piece of meat on the chopping block.
When the red-haired giant's shadow disappeared into thin air, Thunder Titan Wood also made his move.
He did something that no one could understand.
* Snap! *
With a snap of his fingers, all the ordinary battleships present were reduced to dust … cough, cough, cough, although it was still a Titan who snapped his fingers, the development of another universe didn't occur. The next instant, all the bound battleships regained their freedom, and the unlucky battleships in the sky slowly descended.
Titan Wood also made a request that nobody could refuse or understand.
His thunderous voice sounded in everyone's ears. He spoke in a language that nobody had ever learned before, but everyone could understand what he meant … This was enough to prove that Titan Wood didn't intend to communicate with them, not that he couldn't communicate with them.
"Mortals, perhaps we can become friends."
After pausing for a moment, this was an even more irresistible temptation.
"Perhaps I can give my older brother's weapon to you, as long as you …"
But what followed next was a mission that made everyone feel lost and even despair.
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