Chapter 442 The battle of omniscience and omnipotence (sixteen)
All life is dead.
The gods are dead, the heroes are dead, the giants are dead, and even the monsters are all dead. Corpses are lying where the stars used to be. Some are incomplete, some have ferocious faces, and some have empty looks... They are densely packed.
Everywhere in the darkened sky, blood, foul or holy, rolled like a chaotic rainbow pool.
In this infinite world there is no light, only the same infinitely deep darkness.
Even the darkness is incomplete. It has been sucked by another more powerful force. Instead, it is not so much a representation of darkness, but an abyss... Empty, ignorant and thoughtless, swallowing everything, even the darkness itself.
of deep abyss.
"It's empty..."
A voice sounded briefly in the dark world, as erratic and short-lived as a dream. The handsome god in classical robes sighed and picked up a golden stirrup the size of a star. Behind him, half of his face was beautiful, and half of him looked like a skeleton.
The Lord looked at this scene with pale eyes.
is empty.
After all the giants, all the gods, all the heroes and monsters died, this chaotic world was completely empty.
The once tragic battlefield has been reduced to an empty dark world. It has been falling downwards, being affected and then destroyed by some great force. This is like a thread in the original complete spider web suddenly breaking, and then the entire web,
There was a piece of space left.
There is no up, down, left, right, front or back, let alone past, present or future. In this extremely empty dark world, even the gods will instinctively feel uncomfortable and bored... Staying in this empty dark world is like stuffing a living person into it.
The vacuum is accompanied by suffocation, deformation, and deep fear and uneasiness.
There is no need to look deliberately, as long as you lower your head or raise your head, you can see those huge corpses floating, which together form the so-called sky of this dark world.
Loki threw away the golden stirrups in his hands and continued walking towards the center of the dark world. Feathered helmets, stone flowers, bronze chariots, flaming swords, shields and golden saddles... these treasures and their powerful master
They are also dead, lying here silently like dust, allowing others to trample on them.
Passing over the corpses one after another, in the dark world where countless lives are buried, even the largest cosmic objects are as small as insignificant mustard seeds.
In this desolation, Loki and Hela wandered in this dead world. Finally, when he reached a certain place, the footsteps suddenly stopped.
"Father, I have found Nanna..." a hoarse tone sounded slowly. The half-alive and half-dead Lord of the Underworld raised his hand, and in the distant direction pointed by his fingertips, squatted a young man wearing a golden war skirt and wearing a bare upper body.
God.
Nanna, the moon god of the Sumerian world.
The muscles bulged like hills, and the tall and majestic body was full of absolute power, symbolizing the most primitive beastliness and the most primitive pure beauty... The dead Moon God was as silent as other corpses, but to all expectations, in him
On his arm, a black sludge-like fly was slowly squirming, using its tentacles and teeth to slowly eat away at the dead body of the Moon God.
That is the only survivor in this dark world, and the only living creature that can still think...
"Is it you?" The fly that was feasting on the food was stunned when he noticed the gaze, and immediately started buzzing with vigilance.
"It's me. What a surprise."
Loki's cold eyes stared at the sludge-like putrid flies, and his tone remained calm as usual, but as furious as the dark sea before a storm:
"Beelzebub, you are actually still alive?"
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The black mud, which symbolizes disease and epidemics, exudes an unspeakable stench, just like swill that has been fermented for thousands of times in the gutter, showing an extremely sour smell... In this lightless dark world
, the conversation between the two gods was also whispering, like a hidden secret.
"In other words, Bai disappeared after destroying you and can't find his whereabouts?"
Loki looked down at the rotting flies under him and said indifferently: "I thought you would die more completely, but now it seems that it is really a pity..."
"We are truly immortal, giant! Except for a few, no one can deny our divinity!" The prime minister of hell in the depths of darkness sneered: "Giant, what is your purpose? What do you want?
What, and for what?”
"I know that Bai was also injured after expelling you. He is incomplete, so how can he master the power of the super primitive god? I also know that Nanna's eyes foresee Bai's future."
Loki glanced at the empty eye sockets of the Moon God - dark, they were the creations eaten by Beelzebub...
After a moment of silence, his handsome face suddenly turned gloomy, and his pupils turned cold: "Damn it."
"How dare you eat up Nanna's eyes?!!!"
There should not be any living creatures in this dark world. It is dead, and all the gods and giants are dead... But in this world of death, there is a scavenging god who is struggling tenaciously and slowly slowly...
Survived.
This gluttonous leader feeds on everything, even the concept of death itself, as part of his long diet.
"The eyes of Nanna, the Moon God?" The Prime Minister of Hell in the dark depths asked confusedly: "Really? But if I eat his eyes, why is it useless at all?"
"Damn it!"
"Wait, giant! It's your turn to answer me now!" Beelzebub was stunned for a moment, then clumsily flapped his wings and shouted at Loki:
"How long has it been since outside? How did you get in? And...why can't I get out?"
Everything in this dark world is dead, even death itself is dead, so there is no concept of time and space. The gods who rely on scavenging to survive are just surviving. At all times, they are affected by this ubiquitous death.
Assimilation, erosion.
Even though death is a kind of food, for the currently weak He, this food is too hard to swallow.
"Things that have been eaten here, even if they are runes, cannot be recovered."
Hela regretfully stretched out her hand from the eyes of Moon God Nanna: "Everything here is being assimilated by death and falling downwards. Nanna's known future has completely disappeared, and may have been lost long ago."
"I thought I could be one step ahead. What a pity."
Ignoring Beelzebub's yelling questions, Loki shook his head solemnly, with a hint of regret in his eyes: "But it doesn't matter, the second piece, the third piece, the fourth piece... we will always find him,
Isn’t it?”
"Let's go."
"Wait! How did you get in? How long has it been? Damn giant, answer me!"
"Baby, who died first, has been reborn in the river. Beelzebub, since you asked me about the passage of time, then in my world, the first Finbul Winter is about to come."
"How is that possible?!"
"Shut up now, you rotten little maggot, you have already received your answer... So as the price of gluttony, do you want to join my game?"
The sneer interrupted the conversation between Hela and Beelzebub, and the Prime Minister of Hell in the dark depths instinctively felt the danger. He suddenly disappeared from the place, but the spell behind him still followed closely:
"Ansz!"
The body of the putrid fly swelled up dramatically, and he burst out with a deafening roar. When the demon realized that there was no way to retreat, it fiercely counterattacked towards Loki!
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Deep in the dark world.
When Beelzebub was finally imprisoned and bound by runes, suddenly! An inexplicable rhythm spread through the virtual sea like water waves, manifesting its existence to all the world in a loud and weird way, as if to the entire world.
Time and space announce the birth of a new creation.
"Is it born?"
In the dark world, Loki's expression changed as he indifferently played with the stiff fly in his hand. He raised his head, and amidst the distant roars of joy from the gods, an invisible large net was finally woven at this moment.
It was conceived by the wisest of all gods, shaped by the gods of forge and smelting, pulled by the bellows by all gods of strength and courage, tempered by the gods of thunder and storm, spiritual by the god of life, and aware by the god of knowledge.
, the gods of the gods blessed it one after another, giving it unparalleled power and ability.
That is the web channel.
All the wise men in the universe praise it, and all the energy of the world can be seen by it. It is a treasure created by the concerted efforts of the gods. It is the first knower of absolute reality, and it is the great being that is both inferior to and prior to all things.
Take control.
"Under the blockade of the Internet, it will not be so easy for Bai to hide any longer."
At this moment, a calm voice sounded faintly in Loki's ears: "Now, what are you going to do?"
"I'll be the first."
"oh?"
"There is always a next step." Loki was silent for a moment and grinned: "There is always... there is still room!"
"Really?" With the dull laughter in his ears, the bodies of the two gods Loki and Hela dispersed in the dark world, and the empty world returned to being empty again.
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In the non-existent lotus, the four gods sitting in the flames with eyes closed and meditating spread out a palm.
His body is so huge that the entire universe and even the infinite sea of emptiness cannot accommodate His torso. So when He truly manifests, all the gods turn a blind eye, hear but not hear, are ignorant, unaware, and have no thoughts.
In the open palm of the Erawan God, the dark world remained as silent as ever, like a light and delicate dove egg.
Countless collapsing time and space have been shrunk, forming a dark world together... Beelzebub has tried countless times but still can't leave, because the dark world is already held in the palm of his hand, and he can let it go a thousand, ten thousand, and tens of millions of times.
Thousands of times, without permission, even if He repeats it hundreds of millions of times, he still cannot escape.
"Arrogant evil god who boasts that he is the smartest, come and allow you to show me your wisdom."
The four-faced god, who was meditating with his eyes closed in the flames, remained motionless: "It is His seat, the seat you finally boarded. In the destined ending, are you clear about your role?"
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The Nordic world, among the snow-capped mountains.
The figures of Loki and Hela instantly appeared on the top of a snowy mountain. Countless frost giants who were mating or fighting were alarmed by the avalanche. When they noticed the two gods on the peak, they all roared and roared.
"This is... Niflheim?" Noticing the huge group of frost giants that were roaring and charging towards them, Hela showed hesitation on her face: "Father..."
"Not me."
Loki seemed to be silent for a moment, just silently watching the frost giants rushing over, and then after a long time, he laughed softly: "But it will always be mine..."
The frozen soil that had existed for countless years was shattered under the footsteps of the frost giants. High mountains and ancient trees were uprooted by them and used as weapons. As far as the eye could see, these frost giants were everywhere, roaring and walking like mountains.
Amidst the terrifying noise that covered the sky and deafened the ears, Loki's laughter grew louder and louder, from a low murmur to a loud laugh, getting louder and louder:
"The Webway is mine, and Bai is mine. My seat must always be equal to their seats! All the way to the sky!!!"
"Now……"
Groups of frost giants exploded and were torn apart. Countless rains of blood and tons of meat fell down to the clouds. Loki gently retracted his fingers. His gesture was so elegant that it was indescribable:
