Twilight Speaker

Chapter 186 Great Body, Cell Paradise!
"This feeling."

At the port, countless corpses lay on the ground. Chen Xiang stood quietly with his eyes slightly closed.

Dust, fire, strong winds, and flowing water swirled around His body, accompanied by low whispers and prayers.
The skin is slightly wrinkled, and if you look closely, each wrinkle reflects a scene, be it mountains, rivers, devout believers, or the deep starry sky.
It's not a wrinkle.

It's more like meager fragments of reality.

"I seem to be very strong."

Chen Xiang muttered to himself. He could clearly feel a force so vast that it was beyond imagination, surging, and roaring within his body!

The former Pope sat slumped on the ground with a dazed look on his face, his heart beating violently, his whole body trembling, and those words still echoing in his mind.

The Old One, the Greatest One.
He showed a smile that was uglier than crying:
"me"

Before He finished speaking, Chen Xiang turned his head and stared at Him quietly. The former Pope subconsciously met Chen Xiang's gaze.
He clearly saw the breath of chaos flowing in the eyes of this being, and a vast and boundless dark universe was floating in it.
The spirit, will, and soul of the previous pope were all immersed in those eyes. He was like an ordinary person drowning, waving his hands helplessly and struggling.

The struggle became weaker and weaker, and the spirit body was shattered.
'boom! '

The two cloudy eyeballs of the former pope exploded, and he made two "ho ho" sounds and struggled to get up.

But in the end, he fell to his knees on the ground powerlessly, his head drooped, and he was silent.

He died.

Chen Xiang bent down and picked up the withered feather pen on the ground.

[Taboo 005: Epic (Broken)]

His eyes were bright, and as his mind raced, he had already understood the whole cause and effect.

The top ten, or even the top twenty, of the taboo objects are at least at the level of the great ones.

For example, the known 011 Time Staff's own cane, or 009 Mourner's Mirror,
Even the forbidden item 002, the Book of Omniscience, which is likely to be comparable to the greatest one and has become a fool.
In other words, the 005 epic, that is, this feather pen, must be among the great ones, but it is highly likely that it has never reached the level of the "greatest one".
This is why this feather pen cannot depict the broken sword, and even has difficulty depicting the seven traitors!

but!
But, even so, 005 still possesses the status of a great person!

It has the ability to construct a story world, it wants to depict the essence of Chen Xiang, although it eventually withers,
But by chance, I have completed part of my essence!

A very weak and tiny part, but that is compared to the greatest one in his heyday.

Chen Xiang clenched his fists, and the earth, fire, wind and water flowed and lingered between his fingers. He could clearly feel that his body had undergone a radical transformation.

The bones glowed with precious light, and a rudimentary world was born in every cell. The blood was so heavy that a drop of it might be heavier than a mountain range.
The key is.

Chen Xiang naturally knew that he, or rather this body, already possessed a trace of [real identity].

In terms of physical strength,

I probably already have it now.
Beyond the true God.

No, to be precise, it is the pure physical strength. Although not as good as the Old Overlords, it is no worse than the Outer Gods who take the path of the soul!

And in terms of personality, even if it is just a trace of real personality, it is enough to be comparable to the standard great ones! !

In other words, at this moment, Chen Xiang is equivalent to half of a great man. He already has the status, and the only thing he lacks is strength. And the difference is not that much!

The great body has taken shape.

Therefore, the old man, who had already been severely injured by the backlash of 005, died naturally after looking into the eyes of himself, whose status was comparable to that of a great man.

"pity."

Chen Xiang played with the feather pen that was almost in a dead state and sighed softly:

"If this 005 is a little stronger and can reach the level of the greatest, I can't say that it can completely complete me, but I'm afraid it can simulate a complete real person."

"pity!"

He had a faint smile on his face, and tried to gather the fragments of reality and the earth, fire, wind and water that were wrapped around his body, muttering to himself:

"No matter what, this time I've made a big profit. The secondary body is stronger than the main body. Once it returns to the main body and the two bodies become one, this physical body will probably be able to go even further!"

Chen Xiang glanced at the dead silent port, staring at corpse after corpse. Be they believers of order, guards, or judges of the Lost Church, they were all killed by the old man.

He even saw old Rune, who had completely lost his voice, half of his head was shattered, and he was lying quietly on the ground.

Chen Xiang sighed again, looking a little depressed.

He turned his head to look at the small bar that was still intact on the other side of the space, pondered for a moment, and an idea emerged in his mind.

"I never paid much attention to the Order Church. Before, I saw it more as a tool."

Chen Xiang walked forward, squatted beside old Rune's body, stretched out his hand, and gently closed his eyes.

"But they, these people, regard the church as their life and me as their master, and implement the so-called doctrine that I came up with on the spur of the moment."

Chen Xiang sighed again. He had never witnessed it before, so he didn't have a deep feeling about it.

But this time, seeing old Luen, who was drinking and chatting happily not long ago, sacrifice his life for the church, his heart was touched.

"Those who fight for order in life will go to the Pure Land after death."

"If I could return to the highest heaven, they would come back to life and enjoy the rights they deserve."

"This is the little I can do to make up for it."

Chen Xiang stood up and picked up the withered forbidden object 005, which was close to being broken and extinct. He used it to outline and write, creating a very illusory story world.

The feather pen is on the verge of breaking, and the story world it writes is far inferior to before. It is very small, very illusory, very unreal, and does not have a strong personality.

But that's enough.

………………

More and more adjudicators and bishops have arrived as reinforcements, led by the ruling bishop of Weight Port - the old bishop.

"The situation at the port is unclear. There is no sound anymore. It seems the war is over!"

The old bishop spoke solemnly to the other three bishop-level beings who came to reinforce:
"The blazing sun transformed by the eighteen bishops has fallen. That lord has come in person, but the specific result is unknown for the time being!"

"Go immediately!" a bishop said solemnly.

Immediately,

They flew towards the port with many of the Inquisition's true elite judges and arrived in a moment.

The old bishop looked down from the void, and saw corpses everywhere in the harbor. The skeletons of eighteen false gods fell on the seashore and were burning.
Li Dongyun can be seen falling to the side, seemingly unconscious but not dead.
He looked around and saw a young man standing calmly, holding a withered feather pen in his hand, with his eyes closed.
A familiar old figure was kneeling on the ground, head drooping, without a sound.

The expressions of the four bishops suddenly froze, and a chill rose from their tail vertebrae, surging throughout their bodies in an instant! !
"run!!"

The old bishop spoke in panic and turned to flee, but he was shocked to find that the air seemed to have solidified into a colloid, freezing them and hundreds of saints and angel-level judges in place! !

Four false gods and hundreds of saints and angels stood in mid-air, looking at the young man and the kneeling dead man in horror.

"It's over."

The old bishop felt a chill in his heart and was completely desperate:

"My Lord is dead!"

Compared to others, He knew the origin of that adult more clearly. He was the founding monarch of the Storm Nation and the first Pope of the Lost Church. He was a truly foundation-level existence, far superior to ordinary true gods!

But at this moment, he was already silent and died on his knees.

The old bishop swallowed hard, gave up the idea of ​​resisting and struggling, and stared at the young man, trembling and terrified.
moment.

He saw the young man open his eyes, stand on his feet, and his body was wrapped with earth, fire, wind and water. His skin was wrinkled, reflecting the mountains, rivers, sun, moon and stars.
The eyes of the judges exploded one after another, and the eyes of the four bishops also bleed, their eyeballs cracked and exploded, and their vision turned red!
They fell into madness one after another, and only the old bishop who was close to the level of the archbishop and the realm of true God retained the last glimmer of sanity.
Although his vision was dark red, he could still barely perceive the current situation.

The quill in the mysterious young man's hand began to burn.
An illusory world appeared before him, which seemed very unstable, collapsing and disintegrating.

But the next moment,
The young man let go of the burning feather pen, spread his hands, and began to expand, ten meters, a hundred meters, a thousand meters.
The whole of Hong Kong was in turmoil.
Countless people stared blankly at the expanding giant that gradually blocked out the sky.

The giant's head sank into the clouds, followed by his chest and waist.
In the end, he walked into the sea and sank into it, but even his ankles were above the clouds.
“How big is He?”

Some people asked in confusion.

The sea near the port was at least three to four thousand meters deep, and the giant, stepping into the deep sea, still had his ankles above the clouds, making it impossible to gaze at the entire thing!
Chen Xiang stood in the sea, stretched his body, and his head had already passed through the atmosphere, taking in the scenery of most of the earth.
This is His body in a semi-liberated state after a ray of reality essence was completed - not completely liberated.

But in terms of size, it is equivalent to one-fifth of the moon, and over 500 kilometers tall, which is not much different from the body in the dream!

"It seems that the body in the dream was severely suppressed."

The giant's thoughts turned over and over, and the story world had become so small that it was invisible. He did not continue to ponder deeply, but slowly integrated the story world into himself.

To be precise, it is integrated into a cell.

Each of Chen Xiang's cells is now a rudimentary world. After swallowing the story world, one of the cells is completely completed, rules are born, and heaven and earth are separated.

“Hell, underworld, death, soul, life, spirit, creation, opening up.”

One authority after another was mobilized, and this cellular world became more and more perfect, with earth, green grass, ocean, breeze, sun, and bright moon.
Everything is available.

A world with a round sky and a square earth was created.

"This is."

"Heaven."

Chen Xiang silently led the souls of many believers who died in the port battle and led them into the cell paradise.

And following one faith connection after another, the souls of all believers are branded.

Thereafter.

When any believer dies, his soul will be guided and ascend to heaven.

There are no exceptions.

"No, not enough."

Chen Xiang muttered to himself in a low voice, his expression was extremely deep. Long before this, countless believers had died, and their souls could not be guided away, and all fell into the [Hell Dimension].

"hell."

"Let's go there."

Now that I am dressed in brocade clothes, the gods should know.
I am coming.

I am back.

(End of this chapter)