"Anti-Hero, or Evil Spirit ......"

Fang Zheng stared at the figure on the ground, and said in a low voice, "What do you want? redeem, destroy, or ......"

"Vig Avista ......"

Despite his mortal injuries and dying, the bandaged teenager still sings the treasure's real name.

"D-Class Fake Reputation Humanoid Treasure of All Things"

That's what he is.

Angola Newman, who has been hurt by countless people, has the ability to double all his injuries.

A black light shot out from his dying body and turned into thunder, striking Fang Zheng's body.

However, this makes no sense

Light purple lines from the square surface of the body.

Patterns contain the rules of the world and the concept of all things.

--The Power of the Beast "Anti-Genesis"

This power was extracted from Tiamat's corpse, and Fangzheng, as a person, used it to the fullest.

"He, he succeeded..."

The outside world, above the boundless emptiness.

In the circular space where people froze, the old man was reading endless letters.

As the pages of the book turned, Fang Zheng stepped into the scene of the Great Grail, and he also looked at the panoramic view of the Holy Grail.

"The third magic is finally ......"

With the voice of the old man's vicissitudes, a white light tore through the space, poured out of the world, and stabbed into the boundless void.

“...... It was born. ”

The world is occupied by pure white light.

That is, countless human souls

A world, like a bubble, has a wall of crystal that cannot be broken through.

In the big bubbles of the lunar world, each parallel space is a different little bubble, and in these endless little bubbles, bubbles burst every minute and every second.

Countless parallel worlds, like reincarnation, are constantly destroyed and reborn, forming the gigantic lunar system of this system.

And in this small bubble, a touch of white light tore through the crystal wall of parallel space and penetrated into the core root of the world.

Everything has a beginning, and it is also a whirlpool that records everything, even the roots of the world lord Aquan.

Any magician has the ultimate ambition to reach this world.

Unfortunately, even if we step into the maelstrom of roots, we will be assimilated by the power of roots and become part of the maelstrom of roots.

Loss of "self", loss of "consciousness", erasure of "traces"

The magician trapped in the vortex of roots is like the undulations on a coffee table, ruthlessly erased

Except for him.

“......”

Youth is not full of wisps, quietly suspended in the sea of chaos.

His skin is a bit bronzed, and his strong muscles are a testament to his countless tempering.

The vortex at the root does not allow matter to exist. His flesh has long since been wiped out. Now, he stands here quietly in a spiritual posture.

There is no space, no time, not even any precise concept.

Gravity is denied, light is distorted, and the rules of human cognition are meaningless here.

In the maelstrom of all things, the world has the power to control everything.

But unfortunately, after gaining this power, their ego will be erased and they will not be able to use it. They will have to wait for the death of the world.

"Maybe I'll do the same......"

Opening his eyes, he stared at the non-existent chaotic world, his square body slowly floating.

In front of him, a golden ball of light floated silently.

What he got was the Holy Grail system, and now it broke away from him and became a standalone being.

He raised his hand to grasp it.

Knowledge, theorems, rules, concepts

Countless information entropies poured into his mind, washing away his consciousness and tearing apart his ego.

Countless information entropies poured into his mind, washing away his consciousness and tearing apart his ego.

It's like a drop of water mixed into the sea, a grain of dust mixed into the desert. Compared to the whirlpool that records the roots of the world, his ego is small, fragile, and fragile.

However, it is like a reef in the sea. No matter how the endless information washes away, it never beats itself.

He refused, erased all the information he received, kept only his own concept, and waited for the stagnation of the search for information.

Here, there is no concept of time.

However, the scrubbing of the ocean of information has stalled. In front of it, there is only a white ball of light.

Holding it, an invisible force emerges from the square body.

"Whew..."

The spirit body, which had been blurred, became condensed and detailed, like a real flesh and blood, without any flaws.

He was pushed out by the boundless root vortex and stepped into the original world again.

"The third type of magic is the materialization of the soul. ”

Inside the chalice, the dark mud has dried up, and the female sculpture full of divine glory has been covered with cracks.

As if eroded by time, the sculpture of the winter saint turned to dust and dissipated in the air.

A breeze whipped up, and crystalline light and dust gathered from the sky.

The man stepped out of the light and dust.

The corpses have been exterminated. In this case, the spirit is transformed into matter, and the soul is objectified.

"Is this a perpetual motion machine?"

A boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old, standing in the sun and dust, raised his hand and stared at the delicate and tight palm prints.

The scars are gone, and the mental state is solidified, but these are only fragments of the third method.

Third, the essence of law is the concept of "perpetual motion machine".

"The magic of the 'moon world' cannot be achieved through technology, not because they are so mysterious, but because they themselves violate the concept of the world. ”

Fang Zheng felt endless magic surging in his body, slowly stood up, and sighed.

"Forget it, it's more convenient to play young......"

I feel that my body is gradually looking back, and the vitality of life is becoming more and more full. Fang Zheng sighed helplessly, and walked out of the beauty with the help of the spirit's perception of all things.

As he stepped forward, a white light and dust fell from top to bottom, condensing into a pure white suit.

In the beauty of darkness, even without a light source, Fang Zheng can clearly perceive the location of each dust particle, and can even erase it with the help of magic.

It's not the power of magic, it's not the power of technology.

It is power, the "authority" that controls the world.

"Now, I'm also the authority dog in the moon-type world. Really beautiful......"

Fang Zheng laughed at himself as he walked out of the cave.

In front of him, there was already a lush forest, and the warm sunlight sprinkled on his body, and the faint warmth made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Bathing in the whirlpool of tree roots, he is no longer a black family in this world, but a native of this place.

Well, Moon Man.

The "Holy Grail System" brought him worldwide favor, which made it even more effective. Walking through the lush woods, he seemed to feel the kindness of the world.

All the plants and trees were gently shaking, and in the direction he was going, there was always a path for the beast to tread.

If the weather is hot and dry, the road ahead will be covered with trees, a fragrant breeze of magnitude 640 will blow in the air, and the sun will not shine as brightly and brightly as the temperature drops.

After complaining about the muddy dirt road, the road will be smooth and wide, and if you feel hungry, the trees in front of you will be full of fruit.

He raised his hand and drove the 20th fat pigeon away with firewood. Fang Zheng sighed helplessly.

This feeling of being loved by the world is like a chattering old lady behind you, giving you everything you want.

It's just, irritable.

"And, Tamamo, where did they go?"