From the prototype, immortal

Misra and Asura destroyed their respective warships, and then saw Esdeath, Denise and Scathach also destroying them.

A trace of doubt flashed in Asura's eyes, and he murmured to himself: "Could it be that so many powerful humans have emerged on Earth? When did this happen?"

Although his heart was full of curiosity, Asura quickly put these thoughts behind him.

He had only one goal, and that was to kill Carlo!

He rushed into the main ship where Carlo was.

Inside the main ship, the lights were bright, and the huge glass containers were arranged densely like huge honeycombs. In each container, there were 10,000 souls suspended, and they were sleeping quietly, as if they were forgotten by time.

These souls were the "harvest" carefully collected by the Kingdom of God every time they descended on King Kong Earth. They were regarded as tools for the Protoss to maintain their power and rule, just like farmers harvesting crops regularly. In their eyes, humans were just weeds. As long as a part of the seeds were left, they could continue to grow and thrive.

For 12,500 years, the gods have been harvesting human souls in this way.

Asura stood in front of these containers, looking at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

Since his fall, the kingdom of God has actually fallen to this point and started to plunder human souls on such a large scale.

Each of these souls carries the weight of life, and each of them was once a unique existence, but now they are imprisoned here like commodities.

Mishra followed closely and rushed into the main ship.

When she saw those souls, her body trembled involuntarily.

As a member of the human race, she could deeply understand the helplessness and despair.

Even Asura, the former god, was shocked by this scene, let alone Mishra?

Tears flashed in Mishra's eyes, and her heart was driven by a strong emotion.

These souls are not just data or energy, they are once living people who have dreams, laughter and tears.

At this moment, Mishra's anger and grief reached a peak. She vowed to completely destroy this cruel system and save these innocent souls.

She was determined to destroy the Kingdom of God. Her determination to destroy the Kingdom of God was as firm as a rock. Even the souls lingering around seemed to be infected by this determination and began to emit a faint blue light. These lights intertwined in the night sky, like stars falling into the mortal world, and finally gathered into a magnificent ocean of light.

These souls, they miraculously broke free from the containers that bound them. They broke free and turned into warm and soft light, like the first ray of sunlight at dawn, gently penetrating the darkness and slowly merging into Mishra's body.

Each ray of light was accompanied by an indescribable emotional fluctuation, which was the most sincere emotion in the depths of the soul, with pain, resentment, and unwillingness... These negative emotions were like surging waves, impacting Mishra's mind wave after wave, but it was also under this force that the eight negative mantras that had been dormant in her body for a long time were completely activated.

Asura looked at this scene in shock. Shouldn't the soul be rootless and have no reaction? Why did this happen?

Why can I feel their will and power so clearly at this moment? Asura's heart was full of confusion and surprise.

Mishra was completely different. She could clearly feel the emotional fluctuations from those souls.

Pain, resentment, unwillingness... These negative emotions surged like a tide, impacting her heart, but also stimulated the eight negative mantras that had been dormant in her body for a long time.

These powers were originally cultivated by her to fight against fate. At this moment, under the stimulation of negative emotions, they became stronger than ever before.

However, just as this negative force was raging, a completely opposite force was quietly awakening in Mishra's body.

It was the tragic sacrifice, the dawn of hope, the sweetness of love... These positive emotions were like spring breezes and rain, gently brushing every corner of her heart, nourishing her and giving her strength.

Positive and negative, sixteen different colors of mantra power intertwined, collided, and merged in her body, and finally turned into a brilliant light, wrapping her whole body, making her look like a holy spirit descending to the world, emitting a dazzling but not dazzling light, which was a symbol of the perfect fusion of light and darkness, and a perfect combination of power and wisdom.

"This... This is..."

Asura was stunned. He had never seen such a spectacular scene, and he did not expect Mishra to be able to master and merge so many mantra powers so easily.

"Shining Mishra!"

Chang Wei gave Mishra in this state a name.

Because now Mishra seemed to have turned into a moving rainbow, with strange lights and colors, illuminating the entire main ship.

A huge halo formed around Mishra's body, which was the manifestation of the power of her mantra.

She felt the pain and despair of the souls around her. The pain and anger of those souls oppressed and exploited by the Kingdom of God turned into Mishra's motivation to move forward.

She knew that she had to do something. For those innocent souls, for justice and freedom, she wanted to make all these mistakes disappear into ashes.

However, when Mishra and Ashura finally rushed into Carlo's place, they found that Carlo had already made preparations one step ahead.

He activated the self-destruction program of all the warships, using these behemoths as his cover, and he took the escape boat and fled the scene with a smug smile.

"Only fools will fight with wild beasts, Ashura, goodbye."

Carlo's projection emerged in the void, mocking Ashura's stupidity and impulsiveness.

The next moment, accompanied by a deafening explosion, all the warships turned into brilliant fireworks, illuminating the night sky, and also brought destruction and despair.

The shock wave generated by the explosion swept over.

Just when Carlo thought he had escaped and escaped, and it was a pity that his soul was wasted this time, and it would take hundreds of years to collect souls again, his escape pod shook violently!

The next moment, the screen of the escape pod showed Ashura's hideous face and white eyes, as well as Misra's shining figure.

"Huh, want to escape?"

Misra's light gun penetrated the escape pod, leaving no time for Carlo to talk nonsense.

Asura's face was shattered by the explosion, and before he could say anything, he turned into a fireball and fell from the sky.

On the ground, a sturdy white-haired old man looked at the falling fireball.