Global Awakening: Join the chat group at the beginning

Chapter 1522: Maintaining the Godly Appearance, the Flame That Destroys Everything
"Hey, isn't this my great general, Lord?"

A playful smile appeared on Chen Hao's lips, and his voice echoed in the temple with a hint of subtle sarcasm and teasing.

"Why, after not seeing each other for such a long time, you brought me two 'guests' right away. Are they gifts for me?"

"General? A human who has elevated himself through the history books is also worthy of my worship as my master!"

"It seems that the false memories and power have made you immersed in them, and you have completely ignored the cruelty of reality."

"You are going to die, Chen Hao."

The Holy Lord snorted coldly and said with a disdainful tone.

Chen Hao's smile grew brighter, his eyes gleaming with amusement and wisdom, as if everything was under his control.

He shook his head slightly, and the sound echoed melodiously in the temple, carrying a hint of imperceptible sarcasm and mockery.

"Why, Holy Lord, you seem dissatisfied with my attitude? But don't forget, whether it is relying on the history book or any other means, power is power, and existence is reasonable."

"And you seem to be still immersed in your own cognition and have forgotten the essence of power."

He stood up slowly, looking at the Holy Lord deeply, with a hint of pity in his tone.

"You said I was going to die? That's such a funny joke."

"What gives you such confidence?"

"he?"

"Or him?"

Chen Hao pointed his finger at Ying Zheng, and then at Bai Xuan.

"In this world that belongs to me, even death is only a part of my power."

"But you, Holy Lord, are you ready to face your own end?"

Chen Hao's words revealed a kind of detachment and confidence, as if he had transcended the constraints of life and death and was observing all this from a higher dimension.

"It's ridiculous!"

The Holy Lord sneered, his eyes flashing with disdain.

"You are nothing more than a false god who has achieved his status through the years and history books. Do you really think you are the master of the world?"

"Let me test what kind of abilities you, the so-called God, have."

Before he finished speaking, a raging flame suddenly rose up, and the scorching air wave instantly swept through the entire temple, turning everything into nothing. In the flames, the figure of the Holy Lord was looming, like a demon from hell, emitting a suffocating pressure.

Chen Hao frowned slightly. Facing this sudden destructive force, he did not seem panicked. He just felt that the power of the Holy Lord was much stronger than he remembered.

This memory is not the memory of the previous life, but the memory of the Holy Lord that emerged in his mind after the history book of time changed the world.

"Sure enough, even the Book of History cannot affect the [Rule-level Items] of the same level as the system."

Chen Hao thought so in his heart, and then looked at the Holy Lord, with a hint of appreciation in his tone:
"It seems that you have indeed made some progress."

"However, this kind of strength alone is far from enough to challenge me."

Upon hearing this, the Holy Lord curled up his lips into a sneer, his eyes flickered with fire, as if anger was boiling in his chest.

"So much nonsense!"

He let out a low roar, and then an unprecedented amount of hot energy burst out from his body, transforming into a blood-red beam of light, which pounced towards Chen Hao with the power to destroy the world.

That column of light was like the wicked fire gushing out from the gates of hell. Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be ignited, making a sharp explosion.

The blood-red flames contained enough destructive power to burn everything. The earth shattered, the boulders were crushed, and everything around was swallowed up by the destructive flames, leaving only scorched earth and ashes. The flames in the sky directly submerged Chen Hao.

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At the same time, in the live broadcast room.

Ordinary group leader: "Isn't this time traveler a bit arrogant?"

Ordinary group leader: "He doesn't really think he is a god, does he?"

Ordinary group leader: "And he's not panicking? Those previous travelers all recognized our identities and were either shocked or panicked. How come he seems so relaxed and doesn't take us seriously at all?"

Ordinary group leader: "What is this guy thinking? Does the history book give him enough confidence?"

Su Yunqing looked at Chen Hao in the live broadcast room, looking at everything leisurely and contentedly, as if he had everything under control, and felt a little confused.

No, what gave him the confidence? When he saw people from other worlds, he didn't show any panic at all!

It's impossible that he doesn't know that this is someone from another world.

But this is impossible. His omniscience and omnipotence are not fake. He should have thought of this when he found that he could not find out the identities of Bai Xuan and Ying Zheng.

So he doesn't take Bai Xuan and Ying Zheng seriously at all? That's not right. Since there is a system, he should know about chat groups, main god space and other things. He should have some idea of ​​how powerful they are, right?
Is it Bai Xuan and Ying Zheng that are important? What is important is the chat group behind Bai Xuan and Ying Zheng.

This guy can't be pretending, right?
An ordinary group leader: "But I have to say that this guy is quite good at pretending to be a god. Even the villain Holy Lord looks decent in front of him."

Apart from other aspects, this guy is really good at pretending to be a god, a bit like Bai Xuan in the past.

It was supposed to be a fight between two sides, but when the Holy Lord arrived in front of him, he suddenly became a challenger, and even more so, like an ant on the ground challenging the gods in the sky. The style of the painting gives people this feeling right away.

Thinking about it this way, I really don't know what attitude Marquis Woban and his men used when they killed the gods. Those disobedient gods should have shown the same playful and casual attitude as Chen Hao.

The richest man in the lighthouse: "Does it matter what the basis is? Unless the system he is bound to is higher than the chat group level, he will not be able to escape."

If it were before, Tony would have been somewhat skeptical, wondering whether this time traveler's system was powerful enough to rival a chat group.

But it’s different now. After so many time-traveling missions, he has never seen any [Rule-level items] that can compare with the chat group, even the [Rule-level items] of the heavens level.

Moreover, with the repeated traversal missions and rewards, he felt that the chat group was not really concerned about recycling [Rule-level items]. Instead, it seemed more like using these missions to improve the strength of group members.

The main reason that gave him this idea was that these time travelers who appeared in their world seemed to be the work of the chat group.

The universe is so vast, how could there be so many traversers that they could appear in such a large proportion in the world of their group members, and most of them also have [Rule-level Items].

Not to mention the myriad worlds, there are countless parallel worlds. Why do those time travelers just happen to come to their world?

He definitely won't believe you if you say there's no chat group involved.

Although the system carried by this traverser is also a [Rule-Level Item] of the Heavens Level, he was able to be arranged to the Holy Lord's world by the chat group without his knowledge, which proves the level gap between the system and the chat group.

So no matter what confidence this time traveler has, his ending is already determined, it’s just a different process.

Human-headed dog Kazuma: "Um, will the Holy Lord's flames just now harm the people around?"

Human-headed dog Kazuma: "Won't this affect anything?"

Human-headed dog Kazuma: "The world modified by the history book of time can also be considered the real world, right?"

Sato Kazuma looked at the red beam of light rising into the sky in the live broadcast room and the doomsday scene beneath the beam of light, and asked hesitantly.

He read the memory copy of the Holy Lord's world. Although he didn't quite understand why they were defeated by Jackie Chan, he had a deep memory of the part about the history book of time.

Even the world created by the Book of History is the real world, or in other words, the world recorded in the Book of History is the real world. It is just that the real world has been changed because the Book of History has been modified.

Therefore, those who died in this changed world should be truly dead.

The time travelers died, the world returned to its original state, and they didn’t know whether they could be resurrected.

If he could be resurrected, that would be fine, but if not... Damn it, they had nothing to do with him, and it was the Holy Lord who did it, so why would he feel guilty?
Is it because all members of the chat group are already considered partners?
Ordinary group owner: "It's okay, we have Bai Xuan."

The richest man in the lighthouse: "It's okay, Bai Xuan is here."

The oldest godslayer: "Bai Xuan will take care of everything. You just need to do your best to kill your opponent."

Whether it was Su Yunqing, Tony or Marquis Woban, they all had the same attitude towards this.

With Bai Xuan here, there is no need to worry about these.

Human-headed dog Kazuma: “…”

He now understood why Bai Xuan would be given a spot in the mission chat group every time he traveled through time.

Ordinary group owner: "Watch the live broadcast, watch the live broadcast."

Ordinary group leader: "This kind of battle between strong people is still attractive. A casual attack can be compared to the peak of special effects."

Su Yunqing was in high spirits, and seeing this, everyone turned their attention back to the live broadcast room.

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real world.

Under the blazing flames, Chen Hao's eyes were casual, with a slight smile on his lips.

He raised his hand slightly, and a light blue light curtain spread out like ripples, as if it was a shield summoned from the void, quietly blocking him and the destructive light column.

This light curtain may seem fragile, but it contains the toughness to withstand attacks from all things in the world.

When the red light column met the pale blue light curtain, the entire space was shaken. The collision between the two produced a huge energy fluctuation, the air was torn into countless pieces, and the space seemed to collapse in the violent tremor.

But the seemingly unstoppable pillar of fire, the moment it came into contact with the light curtain, was like a drop in the ocean, unable to move forward even a bit.

"If it's just this extent, Holy Lord, you do disappoint me a little."

Chen Hao's voice pierced through the flames, calm and indifferent, but with a majesty that could not be ignored.

"Even if you have the opportunity to transcend the world, you are only this far."

"So much nonsense!"

The Holy Lord was obviously unwilling to give up. He snorted coldly, and the flames in the sky seemed to respond to his call and gathered again into an even more turbulent sea of ​​fire. The scorching temperature made the earth melt and sink. The space became distorted and weird under the distortion of the flames, as if even the light was bent by this force.

The raging and vast flames were like a violent beast, spreading its endless wings of fire and rushing towards Chen Hao; the sky was dyed blood red, the earth groaned in pain under the scorching flames, the soil turned into boiling magma, flowing with the breath of destruction.

Wherever the flames passed, the space seemed to be distorted by an invisible giant hand. The originally straight lines became curved, and time seemed to have lost its meaning at this moment. The air burst into roars under the extremely high temperature, like countless thunders intertwined together, deafening. The red flames carried a terrifying power that could devour everything, turning everything it touched into nothingness.

The light blue curtain in front of Chen Hao began to crack under the attack of the flames. The light curtain, which was originally as calm as water, was now swaying violently as if by a candle in the wind. The flames were like greedy beasts, constantly gnawing at every inch of the light curtain. The light blue light gradually dimmed under the erosion of the flames.

Finally, in a violent tremor, the light blue light curtain completely collapsed, turned into starlight, and dissipated into the air, and the blazing flames, without stopping at all, slammed into Chen Hao's body like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins.

At this moment, Chen Hao's figure seemed to be swallowed by endless flames. His clothes turned to ashes in an instant, and his skin was scorched black by the flames. However, Chen Hao's eyes were still calm, and there was still a faint smile on the corners of his mouth, as if this destructive flame was just a trivial attack to him.

After engulfing Chen Hao, the flame did not dissipate as quickly as expected. Instead, it seemed to be stimulated by some invisible force and became more violent and rampant. It roared and rolled on the spot, like a wild beast that had been imprisoned for a long time and finally broke free from its restraints, unscrupulously displaying its destructive power. The flames licked the air, spreading in all directions with a breath of heat and destruction. Wherever it passed, all flammable materials were reduced to nothing.

"Boom!!!"

A violent explosion sounded in the center of the flames. The explosion was so strong that it seemed to tear the whole world apart. The huge shock wave spread wildly in all directions with Chen Hao as the center. Wherever it went, everything was destroyed in an instant and turned into ruins. Dust and rubble were lifted high by the shock wave, forming a sea of ​​smoke and dust that covered the sky and enveloped the entire world.

When the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, everything that had been there no longer existed, leaving only a huge hole. It was as if a piece of the earth had been forcibly dug out by some powerful force. The edges were charred and filled with the smell of destruction.