Next to the long bronze table, it belongs to the position of "chariot".
The light rose and solidified into Lumian's figure with three heads.
He looked at the top of the mottled bronze table and said:
"Mr. 'Fool', I have obtained the remaining 'Conqueror' Extraordinary Trait from the 'Red Angel' Medici, and I want to go to Morola as soon as possible."
Mr. "Fool" nodded lightly and said:
"You can go anytime, and I will provide the necessary help."
Lumian understood that Mr. "Fool" was talking about help not to help himself enter Morola, but to provide the necessary assistance in receiving "0-01".
Thinking that Mr. "Fool" had to maintain an outer barrier in the astral realm while being distracted to strengthen the seal left by the Heavenly Sovereign, and that he had to hide the protected area to allow human society to continue temporarily.
"I will try to solve it myself, but for this I have to go to the 'Abandoned Land' first.
"At that time, there may be accidents that need to be watched in advance, Mr. Fool."
"No problem." Mr. "Fool", shrouded in gray mist, gave a gentle assurance.
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"The Land of the Gods", the top of the continuous mountains.
Lumian's figure quickly outlined here, and he saw a man with long silver hair, a linen robe, soft features, and a beautiful face.
"'Angel of Destiny' Ulorius?" The head in the middle of Lumian asked.
The man replied with a gentle expression and an indifferent tone:
"What's the matter with you?"
He did not deny that he was the king of angels in ancient times, the "Angel of Destiny" Ulorius.
"I want to see Grisha. Adam, or Adam. Grisha." Lumian laughed.
"Angel of Destiny" Ulorius turned his body sideways, so that the huge cross behind him was fully revealed, but it was empty and there was no god's body hanging.
"The Lord was, is, and always is." Urolius said with a reverent expression, "If you can't see it, it's your own problem."
Lumian, unaffected by the answer of the "Angel of Destiny", looked at the huge cross and laughed loudly:
"I brought a hope to save the world, do you see it, or not?
"As the most powerful 'mind reader', you should be able to hear that I am not lying."
Beneath the huge cross, a sea that seemed to encompass all colors surged out, submerging the entire mountain range, leaving only Lumian and Urorius, the "Angel of Destiny", standing where they stood.
On this chaotic "ocean", a humanoid light and shadow walked on the dark surface, as if connecting heaven and earth.
He still retains his human appearance, with a pale golden beard on the lower half of his face, and his golden eyes as clear and simple as a baby.
At his feet, there was a long black shadow dragging, which was not exactly the same as him, with five heads, and behind his head, a golden sun rose.
"I saw it." Lumian tilted his head and smiled at Ulorius, the "Angel of Destiny".
He expanded his body instead, turning into a steel giant burning with purple flames, and looked at Grisha. Adam, with a bright smile, said:
"Before I say that hope, I want to punch you."
Grisha. Adam's eyes were as clear as a baby's eyes without any emotional fluctuations, and he replied in a magnificent voice:
"Okay."
Lumian's expression suddenly became cold.
He "teleported" to Grisha. In front of Adam, he clenched his left fist and struck the right side of the god's face with purple flames.
In the explosion of the boom, Grisha. Adam's head was tilted to one side, his cheeks were sunken, his mouth was cracked, and his flesh and blood were blurred.
Immediately afterwards, Lumian's right fist also swung out, and the blazing purple flames covered Grisha at once. Adam's left face.
Bang!
Golden blood splattered, the skull was broken, and it was charred everywhere.
When Ulorius, the "angel of fate", "teleported" to the Lord in Lumian, he had already lowered his head and prayed reverently and humbly, over and over again.
Lumian withdrew his fist, floated in mid-air, and said with a flamboyant smile:
"This punch is Medici's."
He immediately looked at Grisha. Adam's eyes said in a playful tone:
"Don't be angry, this is a necessary sacrifice."
Grisha. Adam's golden eyes were clear, not angry, not resentful, no ridicule, no reprimand, still clear enough to reflect Lumian's figure.
The flames on His face were still burning, and the wounds were not healed.
The smile on Lumian's face gradually disappeared.
After looking at each other for a few seconds, he smiled and said:
"That hope is ......"
He raised his right hand and pressed the dark gold strange mask in the middle of his head on his left shoulder:
"I'll take it off."
Grisha. Adam looked at him gently, without asking or urging.
Lumian continued to himself:
"This face was supposed to belong to the original Creator, but after experiencing the loss of balance, the addition of the 'Mother' power, and the regain of balance, it became the basis for the resurrection of the original God.
"If I take off this mask left by Tianzun, something very fun will happen."
Lumian smiled again, and his tone was relaxed to Grisha. Adam said:
"The consciousness of the 'Primordial God' is competing with you for control of the 'Sea of Chaos' and this body, and at this time, if another opportunity to resurrect suddenly appears, what will He choose?
"If He divides his spirit to influence this head and face, symbolically, it is equivalent to choosing to give up in the struggle with you, your disadvantage will be reversed in an instant, and you will have the absolute upper hand.
"If the 'original God' is unwilling to retreat and give up, then the recovery of this head and this face will stagnate, but there will still be enough specialties, using these specialities, I can accomplish many things, and the hope of salvation in this world will appear, hehe, possible, just possible."
Lumian looked at Grisha again. Adam's golden eyes and smile on his face,
"I look forward to the original God making a choice."
After saying that, Lumian held down the mask without the slightest hesitation or hesitation and pulled it up.
A light door with a hint of blue-black luster appeared deep in the dark golden mask, which quickly broke away and flew back into the gray and white mist that permeated the sky at some point.
In the next second, Lumian took off the strange dark gold mask.
Beneath the mask was a swirling face, with no eyes, no nose, no mouth, and no bones, and the vortex was made of chaotic liquid that contained all colors.
Lumian looked at the face expectantly, waiting for it to change further.
However, the Chaos Vortex did not turn in any way, and did not take on a new normal face.
The faces of Tudor and Cheek on the left and right sides of this head were distorted, as if they felt some kind of pain.
Lumian curled his mouth and said with a "bang":
"It's a pity......
He did not hide his disappointment, turned his body, and returned to the "Angel of Destiny".
Behind him, the huge light man slowly sank, re-immersing himself in the "Sea of Chaos" with a shadow with five heads and a golden sun.
Above him, the gray and white mist in the sky gradually became illusory and invisible.
Lumian threw the dark golden mask up and caught it, caught it and threw it up, sighed, looked at the "Angel of Destiny" Urolius and said:
"Why don't you chase the speaker of the 'School of Life'?"
Lumian's own face and the face of the Chaos Vortex turned to Uroryus at the same time.
"Angel of Destiny" Ulorius replied with a gentle expression and an indifferent tone:
"The opportunity has been lost.
"What needs to be done next is waiting and choosing."
Lumian laughed twice and didn't ask any more questions.
On Cheek's face, his eyes, which were more beautiful than sapphire, suddenly reflected the illusory cascading dark world.
Lumian's figure disappeared in place, and with the help of the special mirror world, he traveled to Morola, the "City of Exile".
The seal here really opened a gap for him.
Lumian's feet stepped on Morola Street, which had been baptized by various disasters, and walked step by step to the entrance of the underground mausoleum in the pits.
His eyes were randomly scanned, and he found that the fierce Morola residents tried to avoid them in horror after seeing that they had three heads.
Some were attracted by the beautiful face full of maternal brilliance of the "Witch of Doom" Chick, and were unwilling to look away for a second, and some were in the "Blood Emperor" Alistair. Under Tuduo's gaze, he buried his head and knelt on the ground, completely showing his intention of surrender, while others looked at Uzumaki's face intently.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Some were ignited, some turned into mirrors, some highlighted the dense fish scales, and some people's skin cracked inch by inch, growing indifferent and ruthless eyes......
They went crazy and lost control, after looking at the faces formed by the chaos vortex.
Do not look directly at God!
Feeling the catharsis of violence, madness and destruction, Lumian walked step by step into the underground mausoleum.
He came to the dark wilderness, to the mountain of corpses.
He raised his head and looked at the flagpole with iron black, obvious burnt marks, and a large number of dangerous blood spots.
"0-01", "Salingale Blood Banner"!
Lumian smiled and said in a "humble" tone:
"Boss, I'm here to see you."
As soon as he finished speaking, a bright red color seeped out from the center of his eyebrows, as if a blood-colored flag had formed.
He completed the prayer, and he prayed for strength from the "Disaster of the Root" and "Destruction of Natural Disasters".
He became a priest of war and the end of the day, the embodiment of destruction and chaos.
(End of this chapter)