Chapter 453: The Godhead of Time (Page 1/1)

Cayintini's manifested figure floated unrealistically, and his hideous face had an unfathomable smile, which could be filled with a sense of sacredness.

The perfect coexistence of divinity and abyss is vividly displayed on the body of the fission moth.

"Heretical ......"

The moth's slightly playful smile was slightly playful.

All the mysteries were revealed the moment they saw the fission moth in the night.

Cayin Tini ...... No, it's right to call Loki El, the noble god of the game, and all this and the game that should belong to the gods.

Bang Bang Bang!

The god of the game did not hesitate to applaud himself, and his tone was slightly appreciative:

"With the body of the ant that is no more than the legend, it is calculated in many ways, against the brain-eaters and the madmen, the calculation is not wrong, heresy, it seems that the Godhead should be rewarded to you."

The godhead of the god of time has always been regarded as a treasure by Lokiel, and in the history of the origin, the realm of time is an indispensable part of his great cause, and it is understandable what the so-called 'reward' is.

There was no normal joy, anger and sorrow in the dull expression of the night, and the raised sword soldier had already sworn his attitude.

Lukiel was not angry but happy, and in the way of divine parasitism, he sacrificed a brain-eater at the level of an ancient evil thing, and his broken body was used to the limit, and in the blink of an eye, God made a move.

"Appreciation has been abandoned after all, the existence of heresy, you have disappointed me too much!"

Shaking his head and sighing, in an instant, the cold hair of the night stood up, and without hesitation, he danced the dimensional wand, crossed the endless void, and stepped into the distance.

Ripples of nothingness freeze between the swirls.

The figure removed by the night was like a mosquito encased in amber at this moment, and it became eternal in an instant.

With another sigh, Lokiel waved his hand and tore open the void, and the materialized palm reached into the gap between matter and energy, tearing the night back to reality in a lifting move.

And at this moment, the pupil light that should have been frozen in the night regained its brilliance, mixed with a hazy brilliance.

The amber streamer turned into a mercury color in an instant, and the figure of the night was like a haze of mist, dissipating in an instant, and reuniting a few steps later.

Reverse the realm of time!

When gathering the power of time in Barton's body, Cangye fused it as quickly as possible, and in doing so, mastered the [Reversal Time Realm].

In the confrontation with the god of games, the night is not empty.

[Spiritual Amplification Domain] intensified the strongest amplification, and the superbrain operated to the limit, so that the god of the game miscalculated a small step in this strategy, but the price paid was 40% of the brain domain overload.

The ants' struggles bring more fun.

The god of the game has a joking eye, and the hideous mouthparts outline the arc of ridicule, and then, he waves his hand again to stir up the storm.

The night stood tall with both hands leaning on the black knife.

The attack of God disappeared without a trace in the moment it came, and finally, the night let down all its guards.

A Brain Eater who burns a lot can't sustain the godhood of the game to squander it many times.

Dodging the previous attack, Nightshade had at least a 60% survival rate, and in the end, he dodged the first blow of the god, thus ushering in a second excellent chance to survive.

【It's time!】 】

The moment the breath of life dissipated of the Brain Eater, the figure wrapped in the thick gray curtain on the stone table slowly walked out of it, and the misty light veil blew out the mystery and treachery.

The god of the game's eyes narrowed slightly, and then let out a creepy laugh:

"I made a mistake."

The inexplicable shackles that imprison the actions of the god of the game, after all, are just a wisp of divinity, killing the night is like slaughtering a dog, but against the mysterious shadow of the throne, it falls into a disadvantage from the rules.

The Brain Eater is an excellent pawn of Loki El before being obliterated, and when it is erased, its body can be used as a moving puppet carrying the imprint of the divine will.

This is the consensus between the god of the game and the fission moth, and it is also a necessary trump card to deal with the rest of the trialists, capture the night dragon, and obtain the inheritance of the godhead of time.

But what the god of the game didn't anticipate was the inhuman extent of the night itself.

The life-threatening time limit is about to expire, and Cangye's heart has not fluctuated, and any existence with a normal life can hardly be as calm as Cangye, as if he was not a normal life in the first place.

Defeated by the heresy that failed to find out the truth, Loki El's expression did not seem to be abnormal, but the eyes that looked at the night were quite playful:

"You're getting more and more admirable to me."

"I'm getting more and more fond of you."

Leaving two sentences, the figure of the god of games gradually dimmed, and then turned into nothingness.

The divine energy was exhausted, the last value of Kamaleza was finally completely drained, and the birth of the last trialist also symbolized the end of the third trial.

Sitting on the stone seat carved by time, the hazy light and shadow danced, and then a bright tentacle extended from under the light veil, touching each other with the fingers of the night.

The moment the two touched, the night only felt that the sky was spinning, and the surrounding scenery was changing rapidly.

The empty and desolate earth shattered into utter nothingness.

Step on a black hole, the illusory starry sky above your head, and the next moment, an unprecedented light fills the entire space, mercury, red flame, amber - you name it.

However, these colors occupy only a very small part, and more of them are still nothing.

But the night has already deciphered the mystery.

The vast majority of nothingness actually contains a color.

This color is born of turbidity and can be dyed in any color instantly, or it can be mixed with different colors and become cloudy, or it can become the beginning of chaos.

【The Last Victor, Welcome to the Temple of Time!】 】

Through the Gate of the Silver Spoon, the Gate of Dreams, and the Gate of Time, under the guidance of the guide, the night passes through the ultimate gate of life, and enters this colorful space in a mysterious and indescribable state, which is also the location of the real Temple of Time.

He couldn't tell whether his own spirit had entered or whether his body had also brought in.

A transparent phantom descended from the sky and appeared in front of Cangye, covered under a hazy light veil, and Cangye always had a desire in his heart to tear off the light veil and see the real behind it.

This mysterious being bears some resemblance to the illusory shadow that roams the temple courtyard.

The former is gentle, the latter is impermanent, but now that I think about it, both sides play the role of guides, but their attitudes are different.

The transparent phantom slowly half-crouched down, looking down at the night.

Suddenly, between the palms that were half popped out, a hazy brilliance erupted, rippling with terrifying divine might.

Illuminated by the light, the Night's Memories return to the time of Omega 95, as Shelley Frankenstein wandered under the dark void for hundreds of years, as the years of the Mad Prince's tragic childhood...... Everything was played back in a moment, and every second was so real and not unreal.

When the night came back to his senses, his eyes revealed the vicissitudes of time.

He already understood what was being in front of him.

This is the triumph of this trial, the Godhead of Time!

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