What appeared in front of me was Tiluru’s broken body!
She was floating in the vacuum of space, with only one side of her chest and arms left, and her entire body seemed to be torn apart alive.
The remaining body is covered with burns, peeling skin, swelling, and ulcerated wounds. It is bloodless, full of cracks and black scorch marks, along with obvious signs of electric shock burns.
Tilulu closed her eyes tightly and trembled in pain.
Even the long pink hair on the head is now only shoulder length, and the color is dull, flickering.
It's like a candle in a hurricane, swaying hard and uncertain.
Zhang Zicheng looked at this scene in astonishment.
On the desktop next to the computer, the mobile phone suddenly started buzzing, and the screen lit up, showing a call from "Team Leader (Liu)".
The ringing sound brought the stunned Zhang Zicheng back to his senses. He did not answer the phone, but shouted quickly: "System! What's going on? Didn't you say that Tilulu can resist the transmission across low dimensions?!"
The system lowered the volume and said: [She did resist the high-dimensional environment for 0.2 nanoseconds and did not die...]
That's it again.
Zhang Zicheng just wanted to pull out the system and beat him up.
It was the same last time, saying it had no impact on lower dimensions, but in the end, I almost destroyed the galaxy with one breath.
This time, Tilulu is said to be able to withstand the high-dimensional environment passing by. Good guy, her body was directly worn down to less than a quarter!
Zhang Zicheng took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said: "In the future, when I give instructions, you must remind me how much damage I will eventually cause to the target. You can calculate it in terms of percentage."
The system raised the volume and spoke faster: [The prompt sequence has been written.]
He immediately muted his voice and did not dare to make any more noise.
"Hiss..."
At this moment, Tiluru in the picture barely opened one eye and took in a breath of cold air unconsciously.
After all, he was a 'subordinate' who had helped him a lot. Zhang Zicheng felt very uncomfortable when he saw Tilulu like this.
He quickly hung up the team leader's call, re-entered WeChat, and spoke to his trumpet: "Tilulu, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"
The system still follows the previous instructions and reduces the dimensionality of all the voices sent by Zhang Zicheng to this trumpet.
Tilulu's consciousness was slightly boosted by Father God's voice. She said with a hoarse but slightly excited voice: "Well...Father God, I...have I come to your world?"
?Hey...hehe~"
Zhang Zicheng opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
I heard Tilulu say weakly but happily: "Father God, I just felt your aura... It's so strong, countless times stronger than your true body coming to my universe..."
"I'm so happy, I can finally serve you by your side..."
At this point, Zhang Zicheng is really not attacking the other party.
But if you don't tell the truth right away, the longer you delay, the more disappointed you will be.
So Zhang Zicheng sighed and said: "No, you only stayed in my universe for 0.2 nanoseconds."
"Fortunately it didn't take too long, otherwise if it had been longer, you might have died."
Zhang Zicheng even strongly suspected that even if Tilulu possessed the so-called immortal nature of the evil god, she might not be able to sustain it for long in high dimensions.
And if you die in high dimensions, you probably really die...
On this point, after secretly communicating with the system, he received a confirmation reply, which made Zhang Zicheng feel even more complicated.
Tilulu was silent for a moment and whispered: "I...I am still too weak, Father God, I am extremely sorry..."
"It's okay to apologize to me."
Zhang Zicheng shook his head helplessly. It was obvious that he had forcibly moved Tilulu's position when she was unprepared. As a result, Tilulu only cared about being injured because she was too weak, and even felt guilty about it.
What kind of self-PUA is this?
If I reduce the dimensionality to one billionth of a billionth, will it have such great potential?
At this moment, Tilulu raised her head slightly, a look of astonishment appeared on her face. The system was very discerning and immediately pointed the camera in the direction of Tilulu's eyes.
It's that blue planet.
Tiluru looked confused and murmured: "This planet... doesn't seem to be the earth where arrogance is imprisoned?"
"Father God, there seems to be someone on this planet calling your first name and holding a ceremony to pray to you..."
Tilulu turned back to look in the direction of the camera, with a hint of hospitality on her face: "Are they your believers? Father God, do you need me to satisfy them? Or should I give them some punishment for calling you by your first name?
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Someone on earth is calling my first name?
Probably Zhang Jiao.
Zhang Zicheng sighed and said: "There is no need to punish them, it's because I haven't completed the agreement with them."
"Don't think about doing things for me for the time being, and take good care of yourself."
"I'm sorry, Tirulu, I misjudged your strength and the danger across the universe."
Although it was originally planned to let Tilulu act as his agent, Zhang Zicheng did not expect that Tilulu, who has one millionth of his own strength, would pay so much for something that Sionlis could accomplish without injury.
A painful price.
However, the evil god has the nature of immortality. As long as he is not dead, it should be fine, right?
If you think about it this way, the system does not really cheat you...
But Zhang Zicheng still couldn't bear it in his conscience to let a seriously injured girl do some errands and other tasks for him.
Unexpectedly, after hearing Zhang Zicheng's words, Ti Lulu panicked and immediately gathered her strength to repair her body.
"No! Father God, I...I am still useful! Please don't be disappointed in me!"
She gritted her teeth and clenched her fist with her only remaining arm. With great effort, she managed to repair the burns from her face to her neck. Then she was panting and sweating profusely.
The Evil God does not need to breathe, but when she is in pain, the instinct from higher-dimensional creatures in her body still makes her unable to help but do so, as if it can relieve a little pain.
But Tilulu soon discovered that these seemingly 'insignificant' injuries were as solid as gangrene attached to the bones, and could not be easily restored using familiar methods.
She was a little overwhelmed and had no similar experience at all.
After all, this is not a low-dimensional ordinary attack, but an impact from high-dimensional physical laws.
Rather than saying that Tilulu was injured by the ubiquitous ionizing radiation in high-dimensional air, it is better to say that her existence itself does not comply with the laws of high-dimensional physics and is an error that needs to be corrected.
Under the forced compatibility of high-dimensional physical laws, her body was not 'injured', but almost 'collapsed' and disappeared because the physical laws that maintained it disappeared.
The only thing you can rely on to recover from such an injury is time.
Only time can make the remaining high-dimensional physical laws in her body fade away. By then, with the evil god's recovery ability, this kind of injury can be recovered in just one breath.
But Ti Lulu didn't know this. She finally couldn't help it and shed tears for the first time. Round teardrops floated from the corners of her eyes into the vacuum of the universe, just like bubbles spit out by a goldfish.
"Father God, please...please don't be disappointed in me..."
"Please, don't be disappointed in me..."
Zhang Zicheng looked at her reaction and sighed helplessly: "I'm not disappointed in you, Tilulu, I just need you to rest."
However, Tilulu seemed to be a little confused. She remembered what Father God said just now, suddenly raised her head, looked in the direction of the earth again, and said urgently: "Father God, I am really fine, I still have strength!" "Don't you still have an unfulfilled contract with your believers?"
"I can help you fulfill the wishes of your followers!"
As she spoke, she waved her hand, and invisible power appeared out of thin air across a long distance in an instant. Zhang Zicheng was unable to stop it in time.
At this time, on Earth a few light seconds away, densely packed refugees gathered at the foot of a majestic city wall.
Among these refugees, a huge area has been opened up.
There is only one person in the open space, casting spells on a simple altar.
But no matter how this person manipulated it, how he drew spells out of thin air, how he chanted the name of God, there was no response to the altar with three pillars of incense.
As time passed, Zhang Jiao's mood became heavier and heavier.
It's been two days... Two days have passed, and the god named 'Si Chen' has still not shown any trace.
However, looking at the hungry people around him with sunken cheeks and dull eyes, Zhang Jue still did not stop his movements, still waving the nine-section staff in his hand, closing his eyes and muttering something.
It's not that he has any illusions, but that he is almost at his wits' end.
At this moment, everything around seemed to be quiet for a moment.
The next second, there was an incredible sound of inhaling, uncontrollable cheers, and a roar that filled the sky!