Another World: My life is on the hook!

Colossus!

The first real flesh and blood ascender.

The god of flesh and blood that was once gathered together by the lives of hundreds of millions of planets!

And at this moment, all the roots have already understood what he is going to do. He disdains the battle in hell, and has never looked at them from the beginning to the end, because his goal has never been here, not them, but It was in the upper realm, the polluted pure land where they once fell.

Ser Egwene watched blankly.

Time seemed to stop passing at this moment.

Only the countless curses screaming out from the shadows, like ants swarming, swallowed up the loud noise that covered the sky.

But those sharp eyes still pierced the sky without moving.

until--

The last shard of flesh and blood returns home at His call.

Everything seemed to be out of tune.

In the blood-colored consciousness space, Lynn watched the last beam of light fall, and under the steps under his feet, there was already a collection of countless colossus consciousnesses that could not be seen at a glance.

King and queen, and their subjects, it's almost one kingdom.

Do not……

This is a living...civilization.

And that is, on the return journey of the last subject, above the blood-colored sky, he saw the illusory figure emerging from under the divine light. He raised his head, and behind him were countless His eyes seem to be flickering with the expectation of returning to his homeland.

He holds a heart in his hands.

That's his queen.

It is the tradition that their entire colossus civilization still bears in mind from the period of ruthlessness and blood drinking to the period of ascension.

The light reflected on the face of the closed-eyed girl in Lynn's arms, as if there was a trace of sadness on her face.

He looked back at Lynn one last time.

And the girl in his arms.

The gust of wind blew the blood-red mist, and he never looked back.

"go home."

He looked up at the high sky, and with that gentle tone, he addressed the heart in his hand and the people who had been lost for thousands of years behind him.

"I'll take you home."

……

hum-

Those gigantic eyes opened suddenly, flashing billions of dazzling rays of light.

The panicked blood instantly blasted away the vicious hand from hell that was climbing on his body, the rumbling heart, powerful force flooded all over his body, bringing fresh blood like a flood, and Bring this once dismembered colossus back to life.

There is no longer any hesitation, nor any lingering.

He jumped up, raised his head abruptly, stepped on the void, and with his huge hands covering the sky, in the silver pupils, he tore open the black mist that had covered this world for countless years.

click-

The sky cracked a horizontal crack.

The black fog from the far east to the far west was hit by that blow, and it was separated in panic.

All the roots on the battlefield were affected by the huge power, suppressed by the aftermath, unable to move.

"Do you really think you can break through the universe?!"

"Do you really think you can get out of this hell?!"

That hysterical voice.

As if with endless anger and ferocity, the Forest of Myriad Opportunities looked up at the sky furiously and resentfully. Under the restraint of the chains, it crazily stretched out its sharp claws inch by inch towards the huge figure in the sky.

That nameless anger and hatred almost burned his soul.

"Even if you can leave this hell, you are no match for that darkness!! There is no ascension of the Trinity!! There is no breakthrough of that boundary!! You are just sending yourself to death!! You are just digging your own grave!!"

His tearing voice reverberated throughout the sky.

Ser Egwene leaned there, looking up at the rift that opened the sky with the same empty and absent eyes.

Among the wriggling vines, the eyes of the Mother Tree of Desire slowly opened, and the eyes were full of the same tearing and undesired suffering as Sir Egwene.

Only the flesh and blood ruler watched that scene coldly.

It was as if they had seen through their inevitable fate.

……

"That's the complete...colossus..."

Under the burnt and incomplete hanging tower, the puppet lady murmured and looked at the rising red light above the sky.

Beside her, a blood saw covered in sutures all over his body in a white coat raised his head, slowly clenched his rough hands, his eyes reflected the surge of blood.

He didn't speak.

Because all the flesh and blood of the giant statues he gathered from the remnants of the Demon Association were all summoned away by that powerful force at that moment just now.

It's like he knows that [The Colossus Project] is something that will never be completed.

then.

It was precisely because they deciphered the truth from the fragments of the heart of the colossus that they understood it.

They are doing what gods do with their mortal bodies.

Therefore, they will never be able to create a colossus, because the real colossus still lives in this world, and the realm they try to touch will also bring them the darkest curse of hell.

but……

This place is called hell.

Isn't it because there will always be some lunatics who want to use those attempts again and again to bet on a result that they don't know what it is?

The red glow was reflected in his beating eyes.

Like if he wasn't that crazy.

How could he grow the heart of the Colossus that he collected on top of his apprentice?

It's just the only thing that didn't come to mind.

In the case that the countless powerful individuals he had experimented with failed to survive, the heart was perfectly and inconceivably rejuvenated in that child's chest cavity.

"Son, are you now..."

"It has also become part of the Colossus."

"Take the journey home with him."

……

silence.

A deadly silence spread throughout the ruins of the cursed city.

In their empty eyes, there is only the thick black mist that is constantly closing, and the bloody red light that is constantly moving away.

This should be the ending that all fallen people yearn for the most.

Break the blockade of this curse.

Set foot on the edge of hell.

Tear off the shackles on your body.

Escape from this prison of fate...

"He cannot escape! No god can leave this prison! Not even He!"

The crazy voice of the God of Myriad Opportunities resounded depressingly, and the flickering madness in those huge dragon pupils almost made him sink in hatred.

Anyone could hear the unwillingness in his voice.

And it was at this moment that a hoarse voice repeated his words.

"You're right, he can't escape."