Lords: From Civilization to the Stars

"I guessed that you would not die honestly. Now it seems that I always guessed right."

The young man in white walked in the cracks of time, looking at the four thrones that were gradually collapsing, and stretched out his finger to touch the throne lightly. An inexplicable taste began to penetrate into the process of their self-disintegration.

At the beginning, they thought of relying on the psychic energy that could continue even if they died and the wreckage of the subspace to leave themselves a final backhand. After all, they are evil gods in nature, and it is a joke to want to devote everything so greatly. In the end, they still hid a hand.

It's just a pity that this hidden hand is of no use.

The final backhand they carefully planned and arranged, as well as the means of resurrection, their own logical thinking, the hatred in the subspace, and all thoughts, all began to be poured into the process of accelerated time.

"Hush, don't talk, don't struggle. Even if you struggle, it's useless. They can't see us."

Looking at the countless Saviors who were unaware and madly advancing towards the entire Antarctic Tower, Li Ang still had a gentle smile on his face. He just stood beside the gradually fragmented Chaos Gods, leaning on the throne like a good partner, smiling at this scene of unity.

This is indeed a very touching scene. Those who can arrive here are all heroes and elites in every population. Among the hundreds of billions of creatures, there are always tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of people who have a spirit of sacrifice that transcends the population and self-awareness. Their brilliant souls shine in this subspace. They will also be afraid and scared, but they will unswervingly send all useful things into the interior of the giant tower.

For this giant tower that has become a symbol of evil, in this still time, the river formed by countless people's hearts vowed to destroy it. If the blessings and sacrifices of the Chaos Gods are added at this time, it would be even better.

"What a perfect script, the world is twisted into a line."

Tapping the throne, Leon looked at the people below who were silent, gritting their teeth and trying their best to drag heavy firepower into the throne, and said with great appreciation:

"At the last moment, the gods of chaos sacrificed their entire existence for this world and gave the last blessing to intelligent life. And the people whose homes were destroyed and part of the world was destroyed, and who were completely in the countdown, also began to give back the blessings of the gods and decided to give it a try. How great is that."

"——!!!"

"Let Wouldn't it be great if this drama was more realistic and the world's emotions fluctuated more? This shitty stage play you directed is about to end, be happier. "

"You... impossible, why! You are obviously a god pursuing self-destruction, you will obviously die in the pursuit of self, why do you still retain such a huge power? ! Why can you come down from the ceremony? ! How can you come down from the ceremony? ! No one in this world can escape from fate!"

The loss of power has reached the final stage, and the blockade is meaningless. The chaotic gods looked at the man who easily crushed all the plans with anger, and shouted angrily. These gods did not understand what happened at all, and did not even understand what was going on. It was as if time itself had a fatal error, as if cause and effect itself had a paradox.

The self-destructive gods walked down the ceremony, and the real destruction was now talking and laughing in front of them. The degree of this operation is comparable to the reversal of time and space, which is simply impossible.

As for the questioning of the chaotic gods, Leon just shrugged.

"I am destruction? I am anchored by fate? How ridiculous. Then I have to ask a question..."

"When did you start to have the illusion that I am the incarnation of destruction?"

Blinking, the spiral pupils with traces of destruction turned into normal black.

"..."

Disappeared.

The breath of destruction, the breath of death, the breath that seemed to be destined to destroy the world with the will of self-destruction, just disappeared.

With black hair and black eyes, Leon, who seemed like a normal human, stood in place, opened his hands, and smiled at the Chaos God who was shocked and speechless, showing this scam that spanned several years in front of the subspace that was destined to be destroyed.

"I never said that I was the god in charge of destruction... To be precise, it was what you thought."

Looking at the Chaos Gods who had lost the ability to speak, Leon smiled and walked back to the throne, patted the scattered Chaos Gods, and the smile on his face was full of malice.

"Belief will produce results. When I claimed that I mastered destruction, when I truly demonstrated the power that tore the warp apart, you naturally thought that I was the incarnation of destruction. So, when did you start to think that I was destruction? When did you think that I was the same as you?"

"When I got your token? When I created the Soulless? Or when I built Stonehenge? I just deduced the last path from your magic and paths. I used Stonehenge to simulate the illusion of destruction and placed the concept of destruction on me. So you see, destruction was born like this, in front of everyone, relying on your imagination."

"Don't you understand? I have the forbidden technology, and I have analyzed everything about you. Isn't it natural to want to deduce something?"

"..."

The Chaos Gods knew very well that Leon's words were meant to shake their emotions and squeeze out the last bit of power.

But they had no choice. The Chaos Gods were indeed shaken now. They had never thought about it, nor had they thought about why such a thing happened.

As an aggregate of the subspace, the highest masterpiece of the world's negative consciousness, the Chaos Gods have always relied on the power that permeated the subspace to recognize the essence. Some people look noble and arrogant, but their essence is a rotten silt. Some people look dirty, but in fact they are outstanding saints.

No matter what the appearance is, no matter what it shows, there will be the most fundamental evolution in the depths of the soul. As long as they have a soul, their figures will be reflected in the mirror of the subspace. The Chaos Gods have relied on this method to roam the world for tens of thousands of years, and have been checking for tens of thousands of years, and there has never been any mistake. Until today.

"Well, it seems that you have realized it. Yes, it is the soul."

Looking at the Chaos Gods with subtle changes in expression, Leon patted their festering thrones and gave the final answer.

"I have been absorbing and transforming the souls of demons from the very beginning, using their technology and power to cover myself with a shell. I realized it the moment I got the Chaos Token."

"Your judgment is correct. Self-destructive gods have never been born. But unfortunately, I am more powerful than what you call gods. You will never be able to witness my great deeds, because my dream is the sea of ​​stars."

"What do you think? Am I a very qualified liar? But there is no way. If I want to erase your influence and end the rule of magic, I must do this. Unstable things cannot survive in the starry sky. From the very beginning when I was in the Arctic, I realized that emotions are magic, and I thought of this."

Sitting in the shattered Chaos God, the disguised liar looked at the busy people and gave his reasons and answers.

He used his special points to deceive everyone.

"Psychic magic is a very powerful force, a good reserve technology. But it is too unstable, so unstable that even my personal modification on the planet can completely tamper with the underlying logic and drag a planet into the abyss."

"An ordinary person, using a technological wonder, can bury all 100 billion people on an entire super-large planet within five years. I will not accept the emergence of such unstable technology. Because I can't even modify it, I can't cover it up. As long as there are human hearts and souls, it will inevitably be unstable. This is the underlying logic, I can't modify it."

"In my journey in the starry sky, that is endless deep space, a journey of hundreds or thousands of light years, but because of the hesitation in one person's heart, the whole world will collapse? Haha, that's too funny."

Looking at the many dazzling legions standing under the glory of magic, the expression on Li Ang's face gradually became serious.

"I swear I will go to the end of this universe, I swear I will live forever. With my civilization, my people. And everything they have will be the most perfect parallelism I have selected. And magic, a system that can only work on the planet and has great side effects, I will not allow it to appear in this world...ah, it is still possible. When I can't beat it, then the whole universe will become a cesspool."

"...You are really the most beastly leader in history."

The Chaos Gods, who have completely reached the end, have dissolved into a figure.

The reflection of the chaos, which has already collapsed and completely collapsed, made a voice full of anger, hatred, and resentment towards Leon himself.

This is the essence of destruction. When all the anger and spirit reach the end, the god of destruction will be born. But this destruction still has no action, because the ritual in the sky has replaced his position and started to operate, constantly depriving his essence like his destiny, and joining the process of destruction.

He can only make a sound and curse this monster.

"You are the most vicious monster, Leon. You are the ugliest thing."

"Thank you for the compliment. Your curses are my motivation to move forward. Do you have any questions? The more I answer your questions, the more power you will give me in return. Ask more questions. There is still a lot of time."

"How did you deceive our eyes?"

"It's technology."

Leon answered without hesitation.

"Technology...????"

"Yes. Emotion is the void, the void is existence, existence is the world, and the world is myself. I will use this series of extensions and the gathering of power of you as the forbidden technology of emotion and seal it under my dungeon. Including the method of making souls and the theory of artificial psychic energy. Maybe the ancient saints and their enemies are using you for experiments? The effect is quite good. Don't do it again in the future."

It was a huge scam from beginning to end.

The death of demons always increases the strength of technology, and magic always increases the ability of forbidden technology. From beginning to end, there is nothing called "magic" developed by Leon, all of which are technology.

These forbidden technologies have created a whole set of dazzling systems, which give people the illusion that this world is a pure magical psychic world. But in fact, the production of these things requires the existence of a substance, that is, the soul. Only when the soul exists can they lead to the psychic technology.

However, the emergence of the soulless proves that the soul is an external thing built on the background of many intelligent life to build the subspace.

"It's a beautiful idea, but human heart has its limits."

"Desire is a wonderful thing, it seems to be able to reach the end of the universe, it seems to be able to occupy the whole world. But, is the human heart really so infinite? We can't imagine things that we haven't seen or understood."

"But, through science and logic, we can see more things. The mathematical paradox that transcends human cognition, the light that cannot be understood by the human brain and the dark side of the universe. It may be beautiful to rely on magic alone. I may complete the colonization of a planet and occupy the entire solar system in a short time. But what about after that?"

The human heart has its limits.

Li Ang thinks so.

"You will come back again. The repressed emotions cannot be suppressed forever. The waves of the subspace cannot be suppressed forever by my will alone. You still want to use my desire to survive? Sorry, I won't give you this chance. Giving up magic is not a particularly difficult decision for me. It's just a choice, just like completely clearing out all the creatures on this planet."

"I only make the right choice, even if it will eventually lead to nothing left on this planet."

"It's disgusting to think that I might be the worst planet unifier. All this is thanks to you. Wouldn't it be better to hand over the planet to me honestly?"

"..."

No sound can be made anymore.

The final destruction has come to an end. He just looked at Leon and poured his huge power into the final ritual.

With the destruction of the gods, the acceleration of time will gradually stop. There are still five hours of acceleration time at the end, enough for these people to make the most perfect preparations and then face the most tragic ending.

"Good night, Chaos Gods. Although I don't want to see you again, good night."

Slapping the debris of destruction, Leon's figure jumped down from the tower and disappeared in the busy sea of ​​people.