There is only one reality, and that is the power of life.
Life is.
Malice, bondage, submission, captive of desire.
Life is.
A flesh-and-blood purgatory that contends with the end of terror.
The hint of the devil is no longer as simple as flesh and blood, from which the essence of living things can be glimpsed.
"There is no reason to fight anymore."
"hazy."
"I just want to discuss something with your boss."
"Then I'll leave."
"Go to the SCT's lair and eradicate the latent disease."
"Infected person..."
"It's no longer the same concept as me."
The violent tower of flesh and blood rushed straight towards Colin.
But he has become an invisible and formless thing. No matter whether it is physical or mental, it can cause no harm to him.
After being sacrificed by all the past and all the future, Colin has become a god.
In the long dragon of flesh and blood emitted by Hazy, Colin did not even dodge, letting him rush towards him. When it hit Colin, it was like hitting a virtual shadow, passing through it.
This is by no means like Hugo, blending himself into the environment.
It is definitely not like White, using quantum tunneling effect.
Rather, it is actually in another higher dimension. Everywhere you go and everything you experience are realms.
It's like going back in time, but completely different.
It was as if nothing had happened, Hao didn't wave the dragon of flesh and blood at all, he just stood there, and the power he used in the previous attack had not been consumed.
It's not that Colin paused time and made some small move, it was just a pure change of nature, modifying this frame in his field, transforming all reality into illusion, and returning all phenomena to their essence.
"Have you reached this point?"
I can't believe it, this is a real monster.
To know.
Even a hazy clone can kill SCT instantly, ranking fourth in the combat catalog.
"Whatever you think."
"Time is running out."
"And I am the only one who can eradicate Latent Syndrome."
"If your boss is really someone who understands current affairs, he won't let you stop me."
"otherwise……"
"Exactly what Opal said."
"In your headquarters, there are also guys behind the scenes with SCT."
"A kind of person."
Colin sighed a little, but he didn't expect that this would really be the case in the end. Everyone was just a plaything of a higher being, and everyone's sacrifice and everyone's will were meaningless.
They had to prepare for the worst, which was to uproot the Strategy Bureau and take away the final thing they had saved, the Symbolic Realm Projection.
For Colin at this time, even people like Lun and Arnold are not on the same level as him.
There was silence for a while.
"Do you really think you know the truth?"
"You too are destined to die."
"Colin."
"All have been fulfilled."
"And yours is just a matter of time."
"Do you know why all those who witnessed the South Pacific incident must die?"
Hazy had no intention of stopping.
A kind of power from the origin of life was unleashed.
In the white passage no more than ten meters wide, a lake of blood gushed out on the ground, covering both Long's ankles and Colin's boots.
Immediately afterwards, this blood lake began to condense the human skeleton, muscle fibers, and flesh.
Surprised from it, everyone killed by Hao, there were many infected people with extraordinary strength, whether they were within the countermeasures bureau, or former neutral personnel, or even many people on the combat directory, there were also people with Hao in
When performing the beheading mission for the first time, the oldest veteran figure in SCT was killed.
The eighth, sixth, and fourth positions in the combat catalog are also among them.
Even Colin frowned. The pressure of the abyss here far exceeded the sum of all the infected people he encountered.
"Because that's what the truth is."
"It cannot be known."
"You want to eradicate latent disease..."
"That's a really great motivation."
"Even if it's more, it's just for your selfish desires."
"Stop hesitating, Colin, you're just talking."
"If you can't even defeat me."
"What's more, the Abyss of Stars, the original chaos."
Hazy's power is endless, and his power comes from everyone he kills and then merges into himself.
He just stood still.
Just let those extraordinary people kill Colin. Each of them is a tyrant at the top of the pyramid, and they are all people like Hugo and Luca.
Visions, hints, and violent spiritual drives tore the real world apart, erupting into endless terror and heading towards Colin.
Those who were condensed from the blood lake looked like dead corpses. They just exerted their abilities stiffly and numbly, maximizing their power in this narrow passage.
All these magnificent forces gathered together were like the opening of the Hongmeng. The colorful forces converged and exploded, creating an independent world, making the white passage deeper and wider, like the end of truth, the soul.
Tunnel through which torrent flows.
Drag Colin into the same world as them.
And those who are at the top.
magician, creation.
The colorful square crystals spin into spikes or hinges, or they are deceptive feints. They are complicated and complex, and they can only be slaughtered by them beyond the power of calculation. They fly past Colin's skin one by one, peeling off the flesh and smashing it into pieces.
Cut, psychedelic blood mist burst out frequently.
Queen, good harvest.
The spikes of thorns penetrated into the skin, tugging and dragging, connecting to the flesh and bones. Every time Colin moved, he was almost self-inflicted, and scarlet and cruel fruits were born from his body.
The torn steel is rolling in, the fire of guns and blades is burning anxiously, the blessings of bright gems and stained glass windows, the probability of controlling everything in the dark, the blending of spirit and material overflowing the endless Holy Grail, hanging upside down
Human sacrifices are almost insane.
justice.
balanced.
In such a world, those bombardments falling on him did not seem to pass through nothingness, but actually had an effect.
It's just like a sandbag, in infinite passivity. Under this kind of suppression, it is only being executed unilaterally.
Under the encirclement and suppression of so many extraordinary people and the top ten members of the combat directory, even a god would have to kneel on the ground.
This is not a fight at all.
But a massacre.
Even if Colin's arm transforms into countless wire blades burning with karmic fire and strangles the people inside for eternity, it can immediately grow again from the blood lake at his feet and remain immortal.
"You can't even defeat me."
"How can we talk about..."
"What about quelling the chaos?"
"You are not firm enough."
"Like every one of your kind."
"Everyone..."
"Hypocritical person."
The source of Hazy's power seems to be the endless sea. Even at this level, even his breathing is not disordered at all.
