Seven twenty-five.

He is dead.

When this hazy thought slowly took shape in the darkness, Hong Yuan recalled the terrible fate that had befallen him. The prank he was fully expecting did not go as planned.

The situation seems to be very bad.

Memories gradually surfaced like bubbles, slowly gathering into a clear picture, the banquet, the false prophecy, Qin Lan, Ma En following her, he was planning to tease that guy, ah, he remembered

Already...

Ma En killed him.

Eight twelve.

This is the ending.

He still has many unused methods. As long as he is given some time to prepare, he can even scare Ma En to death. And looking back now, he could have threatened the other party with the life of Qin Lan or others, and even...

Hong Yuan's mood became increasingly depressed.

What are you thinking about?

He lost.

The victory or defeat was decided in an instant. It didn't take Ma En any time to kill him. Even if he was really prepared, it might only extend the fighting time by a few minutes.

Those thoughts just now are just the last stubbornness of losers.

The ending says it all.

Miserable failure.

Eight thirty-seven.

A ray of light shone into the darkness, and then slowly spread out in front of the confused Hong Yuan, forming a clear image, and then a memory from the past resurfaced and was interpreted in his mind.

That was the last time he almost died.

Hong Yuan remembered.

The Federation found them to deal with Luna, and the situation at that time was not as smooth as the one he faced now. He tried to do something about it, but people in the Federation and the Salvation Alliance noticed his problem.

Then, the Federation and the Salvation League reached an agreement.

They decided to get rid of themselves.

Hong Yuan hindered their cooperation.

And just like this time, he still felt that he, who was almost a human god, didn't have to worry about the threats from the Federation and the Salvation Alliance. He almost didn't take these guys to heart, so before he could react...

It has reached a dead end.

It was only then that he realized that the situation he encountered was already destined. It was not only the Federation and the Salvation Alliance who killed him, but also Shenxiao, who had no idea of ​​his existence. They joined forces to hunt him down.

And just before he was killed.

Everything has changed.

There is no more moon god in this world.

The complex system was completely destroyed by this forgetfulness. The killer sent by the federation and he did not remember each other. When he woke up in the land where he was supposed to die, the killer had already left.

And it was precisely because of this that he uncharacteristically gave instructions to his servants before going to attend the banquet.

I see……

He is not completely dead yet.

No wonder there are ideas flowing in the dark.

Suddenly, Hong Yuan felt a sticky growl coming from behind him, and then he felt something appear around him, dragging his decayed body behind him.

Thirty-seven minutes in the morning.

The continuous roars nearly deafened his eardrums, and then he lifted his legs out of an instinct to survive and ran forward. He immediately heard the sound of hooves hitting the ground and the howling wind behind him.

Then he felt it.

This is the smell of death.

Panic and fear came to his mind at the same time, and Hong Yuan started to run for his life in a hurry, using his hands and feet like an animal. The chaotic thoughts quickly receded like a tide, and the broken body was returned to ancient instincts.

His feelings about this period of time were almost blank.

Hong Yuan only knew that he almost died several times during this process.

But in the end, he dragged his dying body to one-forty-five.

And heard the sound of the mirror starting to break.

New light shines into the darkness along the cracks in the mirror.

Hong Yuan saw a church through the broken mirror.

Gorgeous murals and solemn reliefs are spread throughout every corner of this church, using the typical style of the Holy Church in the fifteenth century, and it can also be seen that they are basically common contents of the Holy Church.

This church is almost the same as the Holy Church, with only a few differences.

That is, the stories depicted in these murals and reliefs include several figures that would not be seen in normal churches, and there is a stone statue in the middle of this church. They are the gods truly worshiped here——

confusion.

And the most important thing is that although these figures are dressed in different costumes, they all have the same face.

They are all Hong Yuan’s faces.

This is his church.

A young female voice opened the church door.

The visitor was none other than Rosette, the servant who had received his instructions. She walked up to Hong Yuan's statue with an almost fanatical look and knelt down. Then she took out the glass beads in her arms and stuffed them into her mouth without hesitation.

At the same time, he lowered his head and began to pray devoutly.

It's three thirty-three now.

Katsa.

The mirror can no longer hold up.

Countless white lights splashed in the direction of Hong Yuan like arrows. As the distance between them continued to shrink, these hard white lights gradually became softer, and finally fell gently on him.

.

Pulled him over.

Crash the mirror completely.

Fresh air poured into his lungs instantly, and then really bright light rushed into his retinas. The loud noise immediately completely drowned his quiet thoughts, and then he felt himself staggering and falling to the ground.

.

"..." Hong Yuan heard an urgent and nervous female voice.

Rosette stretched out his hand to support the naked Hong Yuan, and slowly helped the panting man up. At this moment, his skin all over his body was strangely pale, and his body was so thin that the outline of his ribs could be seen.

"Master..." She looked at Hong Yuan worriedly and said.

But the man ignored her and just stared blankly at the world in front of him, as if he hadn't realized where he was at the moment. After standing there for three minutes, he slowly said:

"I'm alive."

His eyes suddenly burst into the ecstasy of the aftermath:

"I'm alive!

"I knew I couldn't die! Even death can't do anything to me. I'm a fucking god! Everything will return to chaos. My will overrides logic and truth. I am the God of Chaos..."

Although the content of his words was still arrogant, Hong Yuan's tone gradually became lower and he finally closed his mouth.

Because he remembered...

He died twice.

If it weren't for the accident that the Moon Goddess disappeared, he would have died of arrogance when he was hunted down by the alliance for the first time, and his ability to survive in the hands of Ma En was basically because of the reminder of that dream.

Otherwise, he would already be dead.

Hong Yuan looked around in a daze at this church that was mocking the Holy Religion, fear and a bitter smile slowly showing on his face, and his eyes also became a little more grateful to have survived.

He almost didn't come back.

No, he is not a god at all.
Chapter completed!