The melodious sound of the flute never ceased.

Krishna lowered his eyes, immersed in the interpretation of this wonderful appearance of heaven and earth.

Between the splendid colorful clouds and countless petals and rays of light, the figure like a phantom appeared in the glow of the sky at the end of the sky.

Like a mirage.

It was clearly reflected in his eyes, but he didn't know where he was.

Or rather, everywhere.

At this moment, when the field of [Creationism Bhagavad Gita] unfolds, covering the land of nothingness, it shakes everything from its roots.

The ancient narrator, the mentor of heroes, the recorder of great deeds, the creator of legends, has once again shown great power-now, it seems that there are thousands of mouths telling the events that happened at the same time, and thousands of hands carefully depicting each one. In an instant, there are thousands of viewpoints and positions harshly analyzing every change, as well as thousands of completely different perspectives, looking at the world in front of you.

——And let the world become what it looks like in his eyes!

In this way, under Krishna's narration, viewing, and tasting, magnificent changes like a kaleidoscope emerge from this hell.

The burning flames are so dazzling, just like Shiva's newly-fitted posture, and the blood splattered is so bright, like the essence flowing out of Asura's neck.

The scenes of the battle between the gods and the demons were displayed one after another, but they were fleeting and changed into another appearance.

The strong men collided with each other, sometimes stepping on the waves, sometimes standing on top of each other...

It's like, holding an invisible lens in hand, wantonly adding self-styled expression and brand-new special effects in this re-expression.

In the brutal fight, the long streets will turn into gloomy and cold black and white colors, the stripes in the air will flicker with dead pixels, and the words and filial piety of everyone will appear in the air with subtitles.

And when the Dragon Blood Legion charged in the flames, the glorious scene was like a fine description in an oil painting.

When the giant beast rolls among the ruins, when it bites, it will be thrown into a special film studio suddenly, and everything will become rough and simple.

The earth cracked, the sky collapsed, and the torrent swept through, slowly flowing through the clay model of the city, showing a childish and brutal scene in stop-motion animation.

And when Edward Witt and other Golden Dawn members gave orders to reorganize their defenses, their actions would remain in the air, with dots and shadows affixed, and the words they said floated in bubbles one by one. rise.

Subject matter, style, medium... The world is like an experimental CUT film, constantly changing and showing completely different attitudes.

When the pair of observation eyes overlooked, even the giant of the underworld, Osiris, in the conflict and slaughter, it would turn into a weird two-headed SD doll without abruptness, fighting with the Nendoroid Heretical King in one place...

Change, continuous change.

This is war.

Everyone is the protagonist, regardless of position, everyone's story is developing, no matter good or bad, each character and story collide in one place, and the completely different styles will collide with new sparks and be dyed with different colors.

In the end, it is intertwined into an image of chaos that no one can control!

If that's the case, it's just a disease of the mustard, and it's not important at all, and it won't even let Westcott take a second look.

At best, changes in appearance and performance cannot change the essence.

War is war and death is death.

But at this moment, under the superposition of the observer effect, every change of painting style imposes subtle deviations in reality, causing the unity and separation between the individual and the whole, and ubiquitous interference fills every line of laws and matrices...

This is the essence of creationism!

Under the high-dimensional observational perspective, countless variables fill the world.

Once again reveal the face of chaos.

The rules and laws that were accustomed to in the past are now like a bubble. Under the observation of different perspectives, most of the laws are not completely self-consistent, and all the frameworks have huge loopholes, even the alchemy implemented by the secret ritual. The effects of the technique are also distorted and cannot be finely controlled...

No need to fight, no need to face the enemy.

Just watching is enough.

See, tell, communicate.

Attracting all colors, disturbing all gravitational forces, the eye of the black sky shines all over hell, overlooking contemptuously, witnessing everything.

And just above the earth, a vortex that even the Eye of Heitian can't shake, spreads silently. It is colorless and transparent, but it distorts the air and light, and outlines the outline of the storm.

The invisible wind howled as the eye moved.

It was like a rough palm forcibly tore off the defense of the Great Secret Ritual, creating an excellent display environment for Hei Tian.

Chronos walks on the ground.

The expressionless Isaacs stepped out of the timeline, setting off a new storm.

Their existence is itself a huge distortion of reality and a huge loophole in time.

Even in the time noise area of ​​the land of nowhere, the wide-area time axis operation cannot be used, but just there, vortices have been formed.

As long as it exists, it is the destruction of the land of nowhere.

When he exists in an area long enough, the ripples from the timeline will turn into a frenzy, turning the entire area into a huge hole in the time span.

In the completely disordered time sequence, one can see the freezers running in terror, sipping tea calmly, chatting and laughing, fighting furiously, and then disappearing silently in the irregular jumping time...

And in the chaos created by Krishna and Kronos, an unstoppable black torrent rushes between souls.

The frenzy of hatred is raging, splitting, spreading, jumping between countless subtle emotional changes, converging out of thin air, turning into drowning all consciousness, and brutally drowning the frozen person in the most desperate abyss.

For a long time, the ivory tower, which has been showing the benevolent face of an educational institution, finally shows the hideous face that it inherited from the Utopia.

Just the flawless tacit cooperation of the three people has already set off a torrent of death.

Relentless, spread the slaughter.

Use your blood to fill the foundation of the ideal kingdom, and use your corpse to recreate the monument of the pedigree of the kingdom of heaven!

And in the aftermath of the earth-shattering waves, there is a 'dog head brand dump truck' running vertically and horizontally, running freely, and taking off in Wuhu, a hometown of nothing.

Where the chaos goes, and where the dead are less rushing.

Drag the outsider king and fly a kite!

"Stupid, you can fly!"

Beelzebub laughed wildly, ignoring that he had unknowingly turned into a dog with Huai Shi, and once again skillfully made an emergency maneuver in the air, and escaped the spit out of the outsider king. A sharp breath, and then accelerated again.

Towards the fortress rising from the ground.

Before the line of defense just established, Edward Witt, who was holding the record of the [Precious Sword], looked up at the figure that fell from the sky, his complexion suddenly changed greatly, and he was instantly pale.

Don't **** come here! ! !

boom!

The Styx armor swooped over, and the burning light wings spread the torrent, setting the fort on fire.

Then the Outlander King, who fell from the sky like a meteorite, destroyed all the wreckage. Only Edward, who flew upside down in the air, silently shed two lines of tears.

The line of defense is gone.

Just **** destroy it, tired.

But in mid-air, with a flash in front of his eyes, he once again returned to the core of the Land of Nothingness.

"Next, the defense will be taken over by the next, and Your Excellency Westcott hopes that you can devote yourself to the start-up process of supporting "Motto and Arrow" - the crucial counterattack is entrusted to you."

"and many more?"

Edward was not surprised, but was shocked: "Give it to Aleister? Is Westcott crazy!? Our plan has not yet reached the application stage! Will we consume the vital results here?"

"It's just a general consideration."

The Fool replied, facing the fate of being used as consumables and tools, without any dissatisfaction: "Everything is for the Golden Dawn."

At that moment, a new radiance surged out from the land of nothingness.

The original copy of the Great Secret Ritual that was riddled with holes was actually repaired by the glow, re-supported, and re-run, making the out-of-control timing gradually return to normal.

In the huge container, the sleeping Chosen opened his eyes.

Its name is Aleister.

A precious finished product among the Chosen One.

Its name is [World]!

The drastic change in the style of painting was also delayed for a moment. Before the magnificent projection intertwined with countless event records, the future was filled with gold and looked like dawn.

The Chosen One ·【Pope】!

Then, the collapsed urban areas were reconnected, reunited with all things, and connected as one—the chosen person [Tower]!

...

Twenty-two completely different rays of light intertwined with each other, covering the land of nowhere, like a dam rising from the ground, forcibly restraining the spreading torrent.

at its own expense.

In the long period of time, research, accumulation, growth, transformation... These twenty-two existences that can be called reference objects and finished products have been selected from the countless chosen people!

He was awarded the title of Tarot and named after Aleister. At this moment, the chosen people who have come out of the precious cultivation warehouse and storage warehouse have the potential to become rulers, and even some of them have already There are three existences that advanced **** not long ago...

But now, these precious achievements, works with great prospects in the abyss, the brainchild of Golden Dawn, have left the repository and set foot on the battlefield!

Under the terrifying pressure of the celestial genealogy...

Seeing the flames raging in the souls, Westcott's heart felt like a knife - this is no different from consuming and squandering the precious test works in the laboratory.

The potential for fishing to make up for today's difficulties.

No matter how good the situation was, he wouldn't have made such a decision, and he was even prepared to be hit hard by nowhere - but the psychological bottom line was gradually retreating and collapsing like this.

The continuous surprises came unexpectedly, and even before that, who could have imagined that one day, a dog from nowhere used the Holy Grail to cut an economical sample of the land of nothingness and give it to the rancher. Take a sip...

The **** of **** has an absolute appetite and greed for everything. Now that he has tasted the taste of the Golden Dawn, he will not say a word and it will be over.

Moreover, even if there are no ranchers - the sea of ​​thunder, the subjugation of the country, the dark eye, the piper... Which is the fuel-efficient lamp?

It is necessary to stop losses in time and launch a counterattack, otherwise it would be a good thing to lose all the initiative in the next battle of the worlds. How can a severely damaged Golden Dawn deal with the cruel competition and encroachment within the abyss?

But now, after the Fool's pursuit of the Outlaw King was stopped by the Fool and went to support elsewhere, Osiris stared indifferently at the Fool's projection in front of him amid the blockade rising from the ground.

"Hello, Huai Shi."

In the blockade of the chosen people, the Fool asked in a cold voice, "Should I say it's been a long time?"

"Long time no see, how are you, have you eaten, are you hungry, cold or not, drink less, drink more hot water, go home early... Why do people always like to say such meaningless things, Fool?"

After a brief stupor, Huai Shi couldn't help but want to laugh, "Of course you can say anything you want, Fool, but the result won't change, does it?"

"No, I just want to reveal my destiny for you in advance..."

The Fool's expression is still indifferent, or in other words, the killing intent and hatred carved into his bones have long been unshakable: "Perhaps you thought that with Osiris, you would be able to act recklessly.

But even for Orton, the ending is only death... Today, you will be smashed to pieces in the destruction that surpasses you ten times! "

Following his words, behind him, silhouettes shrouded in flames rose up.

Locked in the existence of Osiris.

Killing intent.

But in this fleeting silence, Huai Shi fell silent.

Confused, he raised a hand.

"Emmmm... Hold on a minute, I have a question."

Huai Shi hesitated, looked at the opponent in front of him curiously, and couldn't believe it: "You, don't tell me, are you good at fighting?"

The Fool was silent and frowned, but there was a hint of confusion and puzzlement in his expression.

I don't know what he was talking about.

I don't know if this is another bizarre tactic.

"Ah, this, how do you say it, it is indeed a good thing for people to have confidence." Huai Shi sighed and reminded helplessly: "Perhaps, you think that your advantage is in me, because you are ten times better than me.

However, the problem is - when facing me and Osiris, as opponents, there is only a mere ten times difference? Isn't your self-confidence a little too strong? "

I couldn't help it anymore, the urge to laugh.

In the cold joke from the opponent, Huai Shi's shoulders in the cockpit trembled, almost laughing to tears: "What on earth are you dreaming about, Fool?

That's a total downside, right? ! "

At that moment, within the chilling blockade, it was finally impossible to control the rushing anger.

One after another fiery bombardment tore through the void and crashed down!

~lightnovelpub.net~ with no scruples about the price, extracted all the source material reserves in the town of nothingness, and the twenty-two people who were chosen by the heavens shot with all their strength and used all their strength to launch an attack.

But in the torrent of destruction, there was a scorching red steel giant against the frenzy, like opening up a sea tide, rising towards the sky, one after another light wings unfolded, closed, shrouded on the armor, and turned into a cold white robe.

"Don't worry, soon, you will understand the gap between us."

In the hands of the Iron Giant God, the Supreme Judgment Blade unfolded again, and regretfully declared to the enemies: "You will understand—"

The so-called 'power' is only meaningful when it is held in someone's hands!

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I really recommend my senior demon dragon's new work "Rebirth of the Wild Age of Xiangjiang".

Speaking of which, when I was in college, there were a total of three code words in the school. When I was still on the street, the senior had already made a name for himself, and the junior had been through the rivers and lakes for a long time. So many years have passed, the senior has become a rich second-generation, I have become a middle-aged fat house, and my junior’s coding career has been smooth sailing. Indescribable green forum... This school is really good Feng Shui, everyone has a bright future.