The huge 'small world' slowly stopped with the three of them joining forces. Rhea put down his hand and said apologetically to the muse.

"I'm sorry, that's all I can do for you...... It has entered the process of assimilation, and there is no power in this universe that can destroy it. And it's linked to the Naraku's Gate, and the moment it completes its assimilation is the moment Naraku's Gate disappears. ”

"I can only delay you a little bit, and the rest will depend on him."

With that, Rhea glanced at Muse again, and then disappeared into the void with Wood.

He didn't say who 'he' was. But everyone understood what he meant.

Could it be that this huge 'small world' has become an unsolvable trend?

So what did we do before? What are those sacrifices, those dead companions? For a moment, everyone looked at the huge 'alien space' with a look of despair in their eyes.

At the same time, the speaker in the 'small world' is slowly opening his eyes.

At this moment, he is extremely old and haggard. It's as if it's been countless years. The broken body trembled slightly, and bright red blood continued to flow. Wriggling internal organs and pale bones can even be seen in the broken wounds.

"I see ......," he said to Gistlemann. own future. ”

"I didn't expect that I would be assimilated into the big universe with your small world. I also didn't expect that you would sacrifice the lives of all the Boca people to seal the Naraku's Gate. Are you so afraid that we will find the truth? Or is there something hidden in the next layer of Naraku? ”

"There is no truth." Gistleman replied. A faint smile finally appeared on his face. He could see that the Speaker had given up, because in the Speaker's eyes there was no fighting spirit, only deep despair.

So he figured himself out and whispered as if he were talking to an old friend. "I just don't want you to interfere with the rise of the Boca Clan. For this day, we have prepared for 10,000 years. For this day, not only me, but all Boca people can die. So humanity has become an obstacle in the plan and must be left out. ”

"Plan?" The Speaker asked strangely, sensing the words Gistleman mentioned. "What's the plan?"

"A plan to become the master of the universe, of course."

Maybe it's because there's no going back. Maybe it's because the two can't live anymore. So Gistleman let go of his vigilance. Honest answer. "In your human parlance, it's also called killing gods."

"Killing gods?" The Speaker's heart sank slightly. "Which god?"

"What do you say?" Gisgilman's eyebrows were slightly raised, and his expression was radiant.

At this moment, he didn't want to be a victim waiting to die, but like a high-spirited warrior. Answer the Speaker in a loud voice. "Of course we are the only true God!!"

"Created Zào Crodir. Created zào for us. The same created zào the great master of the sand! ”

"It is the greatest being of this universe. Decide a qiē, control a qiē! ”

"We believe in Him and worship Him. Driven for him. Fight for him! ”

"He has given us glory and status and wealth."

"But......" said this, and Gyistleman's face suddenly contorted, and he roared almost like madness. When the fog of history lifted, we realized that he had been using us. Like Crodier, we are his victims! ”

"He abandoned us!"

Gistleman was a little confused, and he suddenly stepped forward, grabbed the Speaker by the neck and yelled. "Can you believe it? Your father and mother have treated you as a plaything from the very beginning! He doesn't love you at all! No matter how much you worship Him and how much you believe in Him, in His eyes, you are no different from a qiē lower being! ”

"No, the difference is that you're cheaper! Because you are just a product of the assembly line, you are a combination of silicon crystal, carbon-based, and light energy! He can also copy more and produce more if needed! ”

"We don't have the only brand at all!"

"What are you talking about?" The speaker was choked by the neck and asked with difficulty. "What is the only ......"

"Huh......" Gistleman let go, a small smile. You know? Sometimes I envy you. Envy you, the native races of the universe. ”

"Though you are weak, you are backward. But you were created by the universe, so you are the only individual from the moment you are born. Each and every one of you has a soul that is so whole, so unique. Even if you look for it countless times in the universe, you can't find a single code that is the same. ”

"But we're not...... We are produced, so even if we have a pool of light, it is only the product of self-circulation, self-replication. We may look different, but we are exactly the same in the essence of our souls. ”

"We are tools, and when the use value is over, the only way that awaits us is destruction, just like Crodil 10,000 years ago."

"Clodir ...... 10,000 years ago," the speaker's pupils shrank slightly. What do you mean? ”

"Hehe......" Gistleman smiled as he said to the Speaker. Do you really think that Crodil became the enemy of all beings because of his conquest? No, of course not, they are the enemies of all beings because of us. In the same way, the meaning of his birth is a test. ”

"Testing the efficiency of the collection of raw imprints."

Speaking of this, Gistleman gave the Speaker another deep look. Sigh slightly. "What is the most precious thing in this universe?"

"Is it minerals, wealth, planets, or authority?"

"No, in fact, the most precious thing is each of your humble beings, or rather, your only being! It exists in the form of a soul, and when its life force is exhausted, it returns to the origin of the universe. Thus giving birth to a new imprint of life. Such a cycle, such a development, will give birth to a colorful world. ”

That's what the true God wants. In countless years of experimentation, he discovered that through killing and warfare he could collect these sexist and thus strengthen himself. Crodiel, we, and Fensha are all the collection tools of his creation. The difference is that Crodil is a one-time consumable that is not perfect, while ours is the result of improvement. ”

"Now...... Our value is also over. ”

Gistleman's eyes showed sadness, and he said slowly. "Like Crodir, we will be abandoned."

"So, we have to fight. That's the plan. ”

"Now, you know?" Gistleman patted the speaker on the shoulder again and said apologetically. "I'm sorry, old friend. That's the reality...... For the sake of our people, please ...... Give it up. ”

His eyes were very sincere, as if this would allow the old councilor to rest in peace. But what he didn't expect was that as he uttered his last words, the Speaker suddenly laughed, and he raised his hand, grabbing Gistleman's palm little by little, and removing it from his shoulder.

"Original...... That's why you're desperate. You, like us, don't want to be played by fate. ”

"What's wrong with that?" Gistleman became vigilant, and looked at the Speaker without blinking. He suddenly realized that the situation was a little out of his control.

In front of him, the Speaker straightened his broken chest a little bit, and let the wound bleed. "There's nothing wrong with that. Just ......"

"I forgot to sue you. In fact, it is not impossible to crack the cage of your world. ”

What the!?

Gistleman was shocked, and just as he was about to make a move, he saw the speaker probe with his backhand and actually tear his chest open.

A golden heart appeared in Gistelman's eyes.

"If in reality, no one can break your cage, then let the mystery of the universe decide."

As he spoke, the Speaker grabbed the heart out and crushed it in front of Gistleman!!

………… I will put an end to the glory of the House of Momberto with my own hands. (To be continued......)