Twilight Speaker

Chapter 184 Taboo 005: Epic

The earth rolled and tore, waves of earth hit the sky, smoke and dust covered the sky, and shock waves exploded.
A huge land rock with a diameter of more than 100 kilometers suddenly fell down, although the speed was not that fast, but.
The port of weights disappeared.

Not just a port of weights.

The earth wave suddenly hit a height of ten thousand meters, and then spread out in all directions in a circular shape accompanied by a shock wave!

Several cities near the port of Chuma were not spared either. Many citizens saw a sky-high curtain of broken mud and rocks rising from afar.

Then the curtain gradually approached, but before it arrived, the gullies hundreds of meters wide torn open by the earth had already arrived! !

Of the three cities located near the Weight Port, two sank into the torn earth, and one was submerged by the violent earth waves.

Countless lives were drowned in this near-apocalyptic disaster before they even had time to feel fear and panic.
Everything is destroyed, the sky collapses and the earth breaks apart.

After an unknown amount of time, the ten-thousand-meter-high earth waves fell down, and everything returned to tranquility - complete tranquility.

There was no human voice, no beast roar, no bird sing.

There is only a breeze, gently blowing across the broken earth.

With the port of Zhuma as the center, a huge pit with a diameter of hundreds of miles emerged, and the ocean that had been receding flooded back again.
The earth began to shake again, as if a seismic belt had been triggered. The entire Giant Whale Islands, where the Storm Nation was located, shook violently, and then tore in half from the middle.
"Got you."

The Dusk Man looked at the only intact bar on the torn earth and the stunned young man sitting next to it, and said with a smile:
"Little mouse, why don't you continue hiding?"

Chen Xiang did not answer, but looked around blankly. He could not see any broken limbs - some were buried by the rubble.
And many more were torn into pieces invisible to the naked eye by the terrifying shock wave.

How many people died?
Chen Xiang didn't know.

He raised his head, stared blankly at the dying man in the sky, and asked softly:

"You are not from the Storm Country?"

"I'm."

The Dusk Man said calmly:

"I am the first ruler of the Storm Nation and the first pope of the Lost Church."

"Then why do you do this?"

Chen Xiang pointed to the ruins of the earth.

"why?"

The Dusk Man was somewhat confused:
"In the Storm Kingdom, the souls of the dead will also return to the Lost Church and become a member of the church. The souls can still provide faith. So, why not?"

After a pause, He patiently explained:

“Although I don’t know who you are, you should be closely related to the True Shepherd? Well, I really have to thank Him. If the current King and Pope were still alive, I would not be able to do this, but now.”

While talking,
The Dusk Man stretched lazily and silently opened his own divine domain. The Abyss of Lost covered the sky and the sun. Hundreds of millions of dead souls floated up and sank into the Abyss of Lost one after another.

"madman!"

Li Dongyun climbed out of the rubble and cursed under his breath. After all, it was just a pure physical impact. Even a saint-level being could survive.

If they followed the old ways, relying mainly on physical strength, perhaps ordinary old-time extraordinary people could barely survive.

But many people still died.

Chen Xiang's eyelids twitched as he looked at the endless number of dead souls. For the first time, he felt it was absurd and outrageous, and anger began to grow in his heart.

He did not take action directly, but silently watched as hundreds of millions of souls sank into the Abyss of Lost, into the divine realm of the Dying One, and then he spoke:
"I will kill you."

The old man lowered his head in surprise and said happily:

"No, you can't. You're too weak."

"Try?"

Chen Xiang stood up and nodded towards Li Dongyun:
"Stay away."

The next moment, he mobilized all the power he could.

More than a thousand powers resonated with each other, Chen Xiang's body twisted slightly, and his head burst - his mind was simply unable to use so many powers at the same time, it was already overloaded!
But he keeps going.

The smile on the dying man's face faded. He narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at everything, and when he realized something was wrong, he suddenly took action!

He used his great power, and Chen Xiang felt that he was being forgotten by the universe, gradually becoming transparent and disappearing!
"Forget? I would, too."

The authority of oblivion was invoked, and Chen Xiang's body became solid again. All the power mobilized by thousands of authorities gathered in his body!
His body twisted, the rhythm of space was beating, and it was slightly blurred.
Countless things such as shadows, storms, black flames, ice, fire, and thunder appeared on his body.

The frenzied breath of destruction, crushing, death, and the end also lingered,

At the same time, there are fragments of time splashing and the source of life flourishing.
Various contradictory things are entangled with each other on Chen Xiang's body.
Fire and water, life and death, light and darkness.
The Dusk Man's brows suddenly knitted together:
"etc."

He perceived the nature of these infinite special things and was shocked for the first time:
"These are all authority?"

"There is no reward for answering correctly."

After the gathering of thousands of different powers, Chen Xiang became extremely bloated. Not only his body was bloated, but his mind and spiritual will were also overwhelmed. He gasped, bearing the enormous physical and mental pressure, raised his head and stared at the Decline, and attacked fiercely.

The big fist struck towards the Dusk One, and what struck him was not only a fist, but also more than a thousand different kinds of authority! !
The elderly man watched everything quietly, with a smile on his face.

Suddenly, a puzzling message was captured by Chen Xiang.

[Forbidden Item 005: Epic, a pen that can write epics but can only write epics]

It is writing an epic story.

You are already in the story

Write an epic?

Chen Xiang didn't think too much, and he didn't have time to think, because his fist had already been thrown!
The old man suddenly stood up and roared!

"Come on! Fight to the death!"

He fought with Chen Xiang, thunder rolled in the sky, the earth cracked, and the ocean shook.
The war affected a vast area, and most of the Storm Kingdom was destroyed. The two terrifying beings fought until the sky was dark, but the Dusk One was eventually killed.

Chen Xiang stood on the ruins of the Storm Kingdom, holding up the corpse of the Dying Man, panting.

"I told you I would kill you."

He threw the body to the ground and stepped heavily on it, but suddenly he felt that something was wrong.

Early warning of spiritual explosions,

Chen Xiang suddenly raised his head and stared at the sky.

It was clearly night time, but there was no moon in the sky. There was only a face, quietly overlooking everything.

"Great, a perfect story."

The huge face smiled and said:
"Now, the story continues."

Chen Xiang saw that the huge figure faded, and before it completely disappeared, he could vaguely see it holding up a feather pen.

"No, no"

Chen Xiang let out a low roar, but returned to normal after three breaths. He stepped over the corpses of the dying people and continued his own journey, composing his own "epic".

He traveled around the world, slayed evil spirits, suppressed demons, fought battles with forbidden life forms, and narrowly escaped death countless times, but he always won in the end.

His footprints are all over the planet, and his legendary deeds follow one after another. At the end of the story, he retired to the countryside, had a wife, had children, and gradually grew old.

He was old and dying, and his life was coming to an end. In the last rays of his life, Chen Xiang sat on the big bluestone at the entrance of the village, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, silently reviewing his life.

Glorious and dazzling, his life is an epic poem that is still sung by bards today.

An elderly man came up, holding a feather pen in his hand, and sat next to Chen Xiang.

"What do you think of this story?"

Chen Xiang was too old. He raised his head slowly and looked slowly at the elderly man who seemed familiar. He smiled and said:
"what story?"

"It's your whole life." The old man smiled.

Chen Xiang thought for a moment and said:
"It's been so magnificent. But I always feel, always feel, that something is wrong. This is not the life I should have."

As he said this, he patted his head with a headache.

"Yes, this is not the story you were supposed to have, nor is it the destiny you were supposed to have."

The old man frowned and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Old Chen Xiang caught a puzzling message.

[An imperfect story, the forbidden object 005 has a backlash]

"So, let's do it again."

The Dusk continued:

"This time the story will definitely be more suitable for you. Starting all over again, you will complete a true epic, and I, who wrote the epic, will also get everything from you. How do you think?"

Old Chen Xiang raised his head, opened his cloudy eyes, and said slowly:
"I don't know."

"You don't need to understand."

The dying man slowly left, and the whole world suddenly stopped and began to rewind.

Chen Xiang got married and had children, then retired to the countryside. He then killed evil spirits, suppressed demons, and finally returned to the Storm Kingdom.

Back to. Weight Port.

Land rocks stretching for hundreds of miles fell from the sky.

(End of this chapter)