Twilight Speaker

Chapter 102: Massacre, Observers, and the Power of Taboo! (13)

"God's Descent. Completed?"

When the pure white angel on the inverted cross opened his eyes, and when His huge wings filled with white light and mist spread out, the bishops suddenly felt their hearts pounding and stopped harvesting souls one by one.

The white mist was gradually dispersing, blurring everything. A bishop exclaimed:
"The descent of God has just taken place, and no one is spreading the word. There is no legend of Him left in reality, but He has already taken shape as a rudimentary form of the divine domain? I can foresee that within a thousand years, the first five taboos will change!"

The taboo of reality is a special product of God's descent and the curse of Emperor Tan. It exploits the loopholes in reality and also obtains the loopholes in reality. The loopholes then form a special, exclusive, and incredible power, just like a taboo.

For example, the Scarecrow, with the help of loopholes, becomes the original terror and holds the authority of the Outer God level. Even if he is only a false god, he is enough to fight against the real God.

And the higher the legendary degree, the greater the extent of applying [Reality Loopholes], and the stronger oneself will be. The first taboo is even said to be close to the Outer God!
Another bishop speculated:
"But, I don't know what this person's forbidden power is. When I stared at him, my heart was slightly throbbing. He has no legend at all, and no one recites his name, but I'm afraid he is already comparable to a false god!"

The bishops discussed,

The blood-stained nail fell off the palm of the black-winged pure white angel, and the bronze cross made of a special void secret treasure turned upside down along with the pure white angel.

He went from hanging upside down to standing upright, and the bronze cross behind him suddenly became illusory and expanded, turning into a virtual image that hovered behind him forever.

The angel's wings slowly spread out. They were not feathers, but bone wings made of hideous broken bones and countless dead souls, filled with the deep and silent breath of the void.
The remaining people knelt on the ground. The orphanage director stumbled over and prostrated herself at the feet of the pure white angel, extremely pious:
"Great Lord, your servant has finally waited for your coming. A new chapter of reality has begun. From now on, your name will be praised throughout the world."

The bishops also descended from the sky and respectfully saluted the pure white angel carrying the cross. Lu Sangdou showed a questioning look on his face, but it was quickly covered up. The naughty boy asked:
"The Supreme God has come in person. May I ask about the memory extracted from that container?"

The naughty boy is the final winner and should obtain the memory and residual soul of the container and sacrifice it to the great Lord of the Abyss.

The pure white angel with a breath as deep as the sea and carrying a cross said calmly:
"Spit out all the souls you have harvested, and return them to their original owners."

The bishops were stunned and looked at each other. The shadow bishop frowned and said:
“We don’t quite understand what you mean.”

Chen Xiang felt his own new, enormous power, and felt the unique authority that he had gained, which did not belong to authority.
He said patiently:
"I have a use for it and will return it later."

These false gods have harvested souls into their own divine domains, and they should not have had time to devour them yet. There is still room for salvation, but we cannot force it and can only trick them.

The six bishops who had harvested the entire outer three rings looked at each other and hesitated.

After a long while, the old woman from the Crimson Church coughed and said:
"We believe you."

He opened his own divine domain, and in the deep red breath of war, confused souls flew out one by one, rushing in all directions, returning the objects and souls to their original owners.

Chen Xiang saw the old lady and Li Xiaotong among them.

The old woman apologized:
"I have already digested part of it, and I can't make it go back."

Seeing this, the other bishops no longer hesitated, and each of them opened their divine domains with great pain, and souls shone in all directions.
Some of the souls that were swallowed first have been digested, and many people who died recently in the outer three rings have opened their eyes again, but more of them have never woken up again.

Chen Xiang closed his eyes and sensed silently. Of the more than 100 million people in the entire Outer Third Ring Road, only a small number were left.

There are only 30 million people left, less than one-fifth of the total number.

More than 100 million people died forever, without even the chance to be reborn along the Styx.
The pure white angel closed his eyes for a long time,
When he opened his eyes again, he smiled warmly;

"Six of you, follow me."

He stepped onto the clouds with six bishops who had participated in the harvest and were now confused. Many powerful people in the inner three rings stared at them in surprise.

"What do you want?" the old woman asked in confusion.

The pure white angel said calmly:
"This is my first day as a taboo. The 'loophole' in reality that I control is called [Observation]."

The bishops looked at each other, observing?

What is observation?
Why does this person want to talk to me and others?
They didn't ask any questions, but just listened patiently.

The pure white angel silently comprehended himself and narrated:

"The real world has long lost its [Observer] and is in a very unstable state. Time is locked, history cannot be traced, and the future is no longer 'certain.'"

"The Greatest One no longer observes reality, and [observation] becomes a loophole. I have acquired this right, but now it is very small and weak. The world does not exist because of my observation."

“If I want to grow, I must be praised and revered by enough people in reality, so that I can become stronger.”

After a pause,
He smiled and said:
"Do you know what is the fastest way to increase my [Legend Level]?"

Holding the broken violin, the false god from the Church of Life frowned:
"We still don't understand what you mean. Please explain."

"It's very simple."

Chen Xiang said in a low voice:
"What could be more shocking than killing six false gods under the dawn on the day of my birth?"

The moment the words fell,
The six bishops all changed color and retreated violently! !
Chen Xiang had a serene expression as he flapped the wings behind him. A void storm suddenly arose, blocking the place. All gazes from the outside world were cut off, and the six archbishops inside had nowhere to escape!
All this happened in an instant, and the old woman was the first to react:
"Something's wrong! Attack together!"

The other bishops were also very decisive. At the same moment, the six major divine domains of Crimson, Starry Sky, Shadow, Lost, Hell, and Life were deployed simultaneously and attacked the pure white angel standing in the eye of the void storm, carrying a huge virtual image of a cross on its back!

When the six false gods join forces, even the powerful false gods close to the giant level and the fourth level have to retreat.

"What is observation?"

The pure white angel said calmly:
"Everything exists because of observation. I can't do that, but."

He closed his eyes.

The moment the pure white angel closed his eyes, the cross behind him virtually collapsed along with him!

From the actual existing things and objects, they collapse into uncertain, unfathomable, imperceptible, random, probabilistic chaotic fog!
All the killing methods were in vain.

"How is it possible?!" The old woman was stunned when she heard a faint majestic voice coming from the slightly wriggling chaotic mist.

“When I stop observing the world, the world cannot observe me, and everything about me becomes infinite. I exist and I don’t exist. I am alive and I am dead. I am in infinite possibilities, and all probabilistic events will happen to me one by one.”

The chaotic mist continued to wriggle, and the eyes opened. This group of uncertain mist and chaos once again transformed into a pure white angel carrying a cross.

The wings behind Him flapped again, resonating with the void of the cross and inspiring the power of the void!

A large crack in the void appeared, and it looked like a stabbing sword, attacking the old woman!

The old woman was torn apart and covered with wounds. The crimson divine domain of war that she had spread out almost collapsed. She screamed at the top of her lungs:

"Don't hold back! He's in big trouble!"

"question?"

The pure white angel smiled and said:
"I have already predicted that those who contain the aftermath and do not affect the mortal world will survive."

"The rest shall all be liquidated!"

The six bishops' scalps suddenly exploded, and the life bishop who was holding the broken violin had his hair standing on end:

"No! He is not the true God from the void!"

"He, He is still that container!!!" Chen Xiang smiled. After fusing the ashes and broken godhood of the Crocodile-Headed True God, he not only gained the [Reality Loophole], but could also manipulate the power of the void!

Large tracts of void emerged with the rhythm of the vibration of His wings, and a dark color burst out, surging like a tide, drowning the seriously injured old woman!
The old woman who was almost killed by the Jiuzhou was drowning in the dark void tide. She struggled and wailed, but the wailing gradually weakened.
He was drowned.

The first bishop fell.

"Attack with all your strength!" The Shadow Bishop roared, and endless shadows appeared everywhere, covering the gloomy color, and swept towards the terrifying figure carrying the cross!

The next moment, He saw the pure white angel raise his eyelids and his voice was like a loud bell.

"shadow?"

"I am the master of the shadow!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the shadows rolled back, and in the confused and stunned eyes of the Shadow Bishop, his own shadow domain turned into a sharp, unspeakable spear, piercing himself!
His heart was pierced, his breath plummeted, and he gradually became weaker. He saw a pitch-black flame burning, and he gradually sank into the black flame, and his consciousness gradually faded.

The second bishop died.

The remaining four false gods were frightened and dared not to wait and see or hold back, and each tried their best!

The Bishop of Life played his broken violin, and He who believed in the Singer sang loudly. The Bishop of Hell chose to cooperate, and the two of them held the light of life and death together, playing the tearing rhythm of both life and death!
"I said that."

The pure white angel said calmly:
“When I stop observing, the world cannot observe me, and I cannot be observed. I am both alive and dead, in the superposition of all possibilities and all probabilities.”

Under the astonished gazes of the Bishop of Life and the Bishop of Hell, the pure white angel closed his eyes and collapsed once again into an unobservable and immeasurable chaotic mist.

The rhythm of life and death breaks into the fog of chaos.

Then there was no sound.

The mist transformed into a human again, intact.

"This method," the Hell Bishop said with a trembling voice, "cannot hurt Him at all."

"wrong!"

The bishop from the Endless Church who believed in the Traveler roared:
"He has just been born, and there is no legend about Him. Although the loopholes in reality that He controls are extremely strange, He definitely cannot exert too much power. There must be a way to hurt Him!!!"

Before the words are finished.

He was absolutely top-heavy and felt like the world was spinning around him.

At some point, the head of the Endless Bishop was chopped off.

"How can it be"

He finally spoke in confusion:
"When? What is this, what kind of ability is this?"

"time."

The pure white angel patiently answered:

"I will enter the lost time, and when everything is still, I will chop off your head."

The voice of the Endless Bishop gradually faded:

"Lost time. But what does everything in lost time have to do with this moment?"

What happens in the Lost Hour is false in a sense, because the real time will not advance to the twenty-fifth hour, so everything that happens in the twenty-fifth hour will naturally not be reflected in reality.

"It's very simple."

The pure white angel continued to answer:

"I brought you out of the lost time with your head chopped off, and I really chopped off your head. Is that easy to understand?"

The Endless Bishop could no longer answer, his head was covered in black flames, and his headless corpse fell to the ground.

The third.

There are three left.

The three bishops of Hell, Life, and Lost were speechless, and each used their most powerful and secret back-up plan.
Chen Xiang's memory became intermittent, his vitality plummeted, his death energy soared, he felt illusory, as if he was being forgotten by the entire universe.
This time, He closed only one eye.

Half of the body turned into a chaotic mist surrounded by pure white light, and the other half of the body still stood in reality. The Chaos and Uncertainty with one eye open seemed to have lost its patience and tried its last ability.

One eye observes reality, and the other eye observes infinite probabilities.

The infinite, divergent probabilities are converged by another eye observing reality, and the probability cloud collapses and becomes one.

He said calmly:

"You are destined to be killed by me."

"And I observed your death in advance, and gathered all your future possibilities into one."

"Things exist because they are observed. Your death is also determined by my observation and becomes an existing thing."

"Existence is reality."

The three bishops were stunned, and memories that did not belong to the present but came from the future emerged in their minds.

"I died in the void rift?" The Bishop of Hell asked in confusion, and he was torn into pieces, as if he was cut by the void rift that destroyed everything.

"I died from the black flames of the abyss?" The Bishop of Life sighed. Black flames of that level could not burn him into snow-white ashes, but his body was still carbonized and he lost his breath.

Before "I", the Lost Bishop, had the chance to narrate the extra memories in my mind, I had already closed my eyes and died.

Chen Xiang's body recovered, and half of the chaos turned into a solid entity.

He sighed softly, and knife wounds, withering, the breath of death, and the color of decay all appeared on his body.

He used [Observation] to bring together countless possibilities in the future, and made the death of the three bishops inevitable and already happened.

It was equivalent to experiencing all the possibilities of fighting against the three bishops.
In all possibilities, He never died once, but He was injured in many possibilities, and these injuries also emerged together.

This is the price.

The void storm slowly dissipated, and the outside world's vision came in again, and six corpses fell from the sky.

The light of dawn shines on the pure white angel carrying the cross. His big wings flutter gently, fanning up the morning glow as He slowly rotates.

He stood in the morning glow.

Standing in the silence of the great city.

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