Twilight Speaker

Chapter 193: Write the Past, Strike the Master

for a long time.

Chen Xiang sighed softly, returned to the hell dimension, and resolved the moment of loss - the moment of loss was resolved, but his expression was still lost.

He understood it all.

The silly girl and the middle-aged nobleman had disappeared, while the aunt, Sura, Wang Muyu, the grandfather and grandson, and the ferryman were trembling beside them.

Chen Xiang walked alone to the source of the River Styx, staring at the countless dead souls therein, feeling eclipsed.

He understood it all.

Including this time, there were three betrayals and three wars in total.

For the first time, Dumb and Stupid succeeded and stole a part of their own authority, becoming the Pillars of Truth and the Pillars of Space and Time.
Mang, also known as Hongyue, survived, and the other six old overlords were eliminated by himself.

The second time, everything was reset. The first generation of Red Moon became the Pure White Lord. The first generation of Dumb and Stupid became the greatest, transcending above.

After the reset, the second generation of nine Old Ones reappeared. The result of the second battle was unknown, and he did not kill any of the Old Ones, so he directly reset and started the third history, which is now.
In the third history, the second generation of the Old Ones lost their self-awareness, believing that they were born from nothingness, and transformed into nine outer gods. The third generation of nine Old Ones appeared.

The stupid and foolish people of the first generation and the unknown person who became the pillar of fate were trapped in the paradox, and the pure white master transformed by the first generation of Red Moon died in battle.
Chen Xiang sighed softly.

My heart ached slightly, both because of the old masters' unwavering betrayal time and time again, and because of Hongyue's unwavering loyalty time and time again.

Especially during this period of time, the first generation Red Moon died as the Lord of Pure White, and the third generation Red Moon also died - hanging high in the sky, with his soul scattered.

Chen Xiang's expression was not good, he was gloomy and angry.

"still have a chance."

He muttered to himself tiredly, the second generation Red Moon, that is, the [Angry One] among the alienated Outer Gods, can be fought for!

Find a way to wake Him up.

And before that.
A reckoning must begin.

No matter who is liquidated, as long as a great person is killed, it will be considered a success!

But who is the pillar of destiny?

And the middle-aged nobleman
Chen Xiang shook his head, rubbed his brows tiredly, turned around and spoke to everyone:
"Just do your own things. There's no need to wait for me here."

The grandfather and grandson and the ferryman left trembling with fear.

Chen Xiang continued:
"Aunt Li, Professor Sura, why did you come to the Hell Dimension?"

The two of them quickly recounted the whole cause and effect, both of them were looking for opportunities, one for Li Xiaotong and the other for the church.

Chen Xiang frowned and nodded:

"I know a little about what happened to Xiaotong. I will go to White Star Country later to make sure she is safe. The same goes for the church. You all should go back to reality and wait for me in the Great City."

The two of them nodded quickly, then left respectfully.

Only Wang Muyu was left standing quietly aside.

Chen Xiang looked around the shattered Hell Dimension. The scorched earth was torn apart and collapsed. The Hell Dimension was already a doomsday scene, and after this incident, it was almost completely reduced to ruins.
"I will grant you a grain of divinity. All you have to do is look around carefully and feel death."

Chen Xiang stretched out his hand towards Wang Muyu, and a grain of pure divine origin fell on her. Black flames swept out, burning many dying creatures of hell, and swept in a huge amount of energy and spirit, which were poured into Wang Muyu's body along with the grain of divine origin.

This is a gift from God.

Wang Muyu was bathed in a high concentration of energy and spirit. His aura surged little by little, and his eyes showed a brilliant glow. That was the source of divinity!
Today, Chen Xiang can barely be considered a "great man", and a grain of divine origin is enough for Wang Muyu to see the infinite and vast flow of information - the flow of information about hell and death.

The breath of death gradually lingered around her.

Chen Xiang waited for a moment, and after making sure that there was no problem, he looked at the source of the Styx again and issued an edict to the Hell dimension, causing the heaven and earth to shake.

In the source of the Styx, the floating souls of the Order believers were extracted one by one, and most of the dead souls of the believers gathered here.

These dead souls looked around blankly. Some of them had been dead for four or five years, and their self-awareness had become weak.
Chen Xiang did not hesitate. The cell that had turned into "Heaven" opened up and took in the souls of countless believers.

This cell from the great body has integrated a world of stories, which is no different from the real heaven, a pure land.

"Dead souls can also provide faith."

Chen Xiang felt the endless power of faith in the cell paradise and smiled bitterly. This was not his original intention, but it was also a good thing.

Faith is mysterious and mysterious. It comes from reality and carries a thin source of reality. Even for great people, it is still the most important thing.

This is also the reason why the outer gods established churches.

Unfortunately, many of the first believers - those who died in the Great City Incident - will never come back.

Their souls had already been absorbed and digested by the bishops at that time, which was equivalent to their souls being shattered and completely gone.

It may not be completely gone. "Mirror Emperor Tan is no longer a threat. What if we give him the opportunity to tamper with the past?"

Chen Xiang muttered to himself, and a broken cane appeared in his hand at some point, surrounded by the breath of vast time!
The illusion around him suddenly changed, and he was standing in a vast river composed of pure fragments of time. There was an anchor dropped into the river from an infinite height, locking the river of time firmly to prevent later generations from tampering with history and the past.

But this big anchor is not aimed at Chen Xiang.

Chen Xiang's eyes were bright, containing dense threads of destiny. With deep divine power, he looked down into the past, his gaze fixed on the upper reaches of a river not far from the present moment.

"Great City"

Chen Xiang was somewhat dazed. He had no memory of the past. In a sense, he was still a 24-year-old young man.

Excluding the six years in the eternal silence, Chen Xiang spent almost his entire life in the Great City.

That is His true hometown.

"It's been a long time since we last met"

Chen Xiang gently extended his walking stick forward and plunged it into that long river of time.

………………

1518, July 7, the ninth ring of the Great City.

The Son of God was firmly nailed to the cross in Piazza San Loma, with his head lowered, seemingly without a sound.

Countless people in the outer third ring were wailing, and one bishop after another from the Outer God Church was laughing wildly as they harvested the souls of the people one after another.
Purgatory on earth.

People were praying, struggling, resisting, and dying.

In the first round, Lu Sarah lowered his eyebrows, and the current city lord Lu Fenghua turned his head reluctantly:

"Grandfather, I was thinking, is it right to use the outer three rings as a testing ground for the gods?"

"We are powerless to resist." Lu Sarah spoke in a low voice and slightly closed his eyes. He still retained most of his humanity. Seeing this purgatory on earth, he would sigh and feel sad.

Especially since I can't do anything and can only watch.

Yes,

He could suppress those bishops with just a thought, but what then?

The Lord of Death will certainly find out, and all the major churches will come to hold people accountable. A lack of patience will ruin great plans.

Sarah sighed again.

aside,
Lu Fenghua also turned his head away, as if he couldn't bear to watch any longer, and wanted to leave, but he heard the wailing sounds from the outer third ring suddenly stop!
He was stunned for a moment, and together with Lu Sarah, they looked at the outer third ring road again, and their eyes widened at the same time.

"Then what is that??"

Lu Fenghua rubbed his eyes and clearly saw a dazzling, vast, and boundless river crossing the sky above the Outer Third Ring Road! !
The river is mighty, but there is no sound of flowing water. It just flows by. Every drop of water reflects a scene or an object, and every bit of it encompasses the entire real universe and the nine dimensions!
The bishops were confused and stopped harvesting. They all looked towards the river above their heads.
Vaguely, I could see a human figure downstream of the river.

A figure so majestic that it is difficult to describe in words.

"That is."

Sarah stood up in horror and saw a figure standing at the end of the downstream of the illusory river. He seemed to be leaning on a cane, a very familiar cane!
tutor?

wrong.

The next moment,
Lu Sarah and Lu Fenghua saw that the tall figure extended his staff forward, piercing through the illusory river, emerging above the great city, and covering the entire great city!
“Oh my god.”

Someone murmured.

After a few more breaths, wisps of divine power descended, and under the horrified gazes of countless people, one bishop after another died suddenly, exploded into blood and mist!

"who!"

There was a roar, and dozens of oracles from the Lord of Death flew into the air without any wind, and exploded!
As the oracle burned, infinite divine essence rushed up to the clouds and shattered the space, and soon the sky sank downward, revealing the shape of a huge human face. It was the great Lord of Death outside of reality staring at reality!
"Is that the River of Time?" The Lord of Death was puzzled: "Who are you and from what period of time?"

The words were not finished.

"roll."

At the end of the long river, the tall figure spoke indifferently. The voice sounded very familiar to Lu Salem. Then he saw the tall figure slapping him from downstream!
The slap broke through the boundary of the long river of illusion, landed on the great city, and slapped the left cheek of the sky man's face hard.

'Boom! ! ! '

A slapping sound like thunder exploded in the sky above the Great City, and the blood of the Great Ones fell like rain, dripping.

"It must be fake." Lu Fenghua said blankly.

(End of this chapter)