Chapter 3511

Countless people were directly hit by the burning iron fist, instantly gasified, and even the ashes did not leave any trace.

Some people are engulfed by the waves and indirectly become part of the waves, making the rolling waves become creeping and expanding beasts, constantly expanding outward.

Even the earth was blasted open by meteor fire shower, revealing cracks directly to the center of the earth. The deepest part of the cracks is not Hellfire, but turbulent data flow.

The camouflage of the world is peeling off inch by inch, revealing the virtual essence.

The torrent of data, like a volcanic eruption, bursts out of the endless abyss and pours at people with open teeth and claws.

All the people who are touched by the torrent of data are fragmented and become countless crystal clear blue numbers, then fall apart and completely annihilate.

If you are killed, burned and torn up by the meteor shower from the sky, you can be understood by the poor virtual people.

Then, being torn off the disguise, exposing the poor nature of data, and then all the data are cleared, deleted, and returned to the original state - this is the ultimate terror that the virtual human can't understand.

Finally, someone responded and gave out a cry of despair.

Seeing that the creator exerted such a great power to destroy heaven and earth, some mechanical and steam believers broke down and repented.

They knelt down in tears and paid homage to the champion, not to spare their lives, but to beg the forgiveness of the true God, to listen to their dying repentance and to purify their evil souls.

Part of the faithful believers in the temple of boxing also suffered from mental breakdown. They were stunned to see the indiscriminate massacre. They did not understand what had happened. Of course, the coming of the true God was the most sacred glory, but why did the true God want to send these faithful lambs to hell together with the pagans, regardless of our enemies?

"God of boxing, I praise you, I submit to you, I am your most faithful servant!"

Some of the boxers went crazy and yelled at the champion.

Then he was smashed to pieces by a meteor iron fist.

"Supreme, good and benevolent creator, I am your lamb, I am your servant, I am the projection of your will, I am your most insignificant creation, your will must be reasonable, if you want to purify the world, the world will be finally redeemed."

Some Temple priests suddenly understood the intention of the champion. They no longer resisted. They sat cross legged in a pool of blood, eyes drooping, chanting, waiting, and soon waiting for the coming of destruction.

"Come on! False gods

Naturally, the most rigid machinery and steam believers Never frown in the face of the meteor shower.

Under the mighty momentum of the champion, they still gritted their teeth, straightened their waists, waved steam guns and roared at the sky, "although you destroy us, you can't defeat us and get our surrender. Come on, let's fight to the death!"

They burned the boiler red, agitated the most powerful steam, shot the last bullet into the sky, and then ushered in a hundred times the number of meteor fire shower. In the fierce fire and iron fist bombing, they laughed and died.

Soon, even the sky cracked like the bottom of a pot.

The cracks crisscross and the sky flakes off, revealing the mysterious and complicated data outside the sky.

Big data is like a living creature with life, beating wildly, but constantly returning to zero.

With each string of data returning to zero, the whole world seems monotonous and inflexible. From the original colorful and lifelike 64 bit true color, it gradually drops to 32-bit true color, 16 bit true color, 512 color and 256 color.

The world has lost its color.

After the special effects were turned off, the virtual people who had not been cleared were surprised to find that their hands and feet were no longer delicate, but rough serrations appeared.

They open their mouths wide, want to shout, want to cry, want to pray, want to beg for mercy, want to roar, want to say one last word to their loved ones before they die.

But the champion is cutting off the voice and sound effect support of the virtual world. The virtual human's throat makes a "hiss" sound, which can't express their deep and real emotions.

Gus was speechless.

His legs were broken by a meteor iron fist, and his whole lower body was bloody, so he could only drag the shocking bloodstain to climb towards grey.

"Sister"

He wanted to shout, but only heard his own hoarse cry.

Gray, who was crushed by the remains of the steam cannon, could not respond to his crying. She just widened her eyes and gave her brother a final smile.

"It's OK."

The boy seemed to hear his sister comforting him, "it's OK, we'll see mom and dad soon."

“……”

Gus gritted his teeth, endured the pain, leaped hard, and finally grasped his sister's hand.

But can't catch half of the passing temperature.

Young speechless, bloody tears, staring at the sky.

And the gods who stand above the sky, control life and death, control destiny, and can create and destroy everything.

"It shouldn't be like this."

Gus looked at the collapse of the world and thought, "the truth should not be like this, the world should not be like this, our destiny should not be like this!"

He has never been so eager to change fate, save the same kind, and even kill his creator.

Clenching his teeth, the boy summoned up his last courage and strength, picked up the remains of the steam cannon, endured the pain and stood up.

Smashed legs poke broken bones, inserted in the pool of blood, spread the pain of life is not as good as death.

However, the pain stimulated the young man's soul to explode layer upon layer. He waved his young fist and roared madly in the sky like the steam believers.

"Come on, champion, you can destroy me, but you can never defeat me. Come on, let's fight to the death!"

Gus soon got what he wanted.

He was blown away again, like a lump of garbage fell to the ground, the whole body bone burst, viscera smashed.

Teenagers can feel the passing of life.

I'm afraid it's only 30 or 50 seconds before all the data are cleared.

But he was laughing.

At least, at the end of his destiny, for 30 or 50 seconds, he got rid of the bondage and manipulation of the creator, lived according to his own will, and died as a human being.

That's enough, isn't it?

"Gus! Gus

Suddenly, as he was dying, the young man heard the urgent cry in a trance.

"Lu Qingchen?"

His eyes closed gradually, and GUS turned his head. Seeing the devil, he was suppressed not far away by the champion. Like a dead but not stiff insect, he struggled to wriggle towards him.

"Gus, he's too good. You can't beat him, and I can't beat him. There's only one way. There's still hope!"

Lu Qingchen was also laughing. He was very happy and determined. His ugly face was full of madness.

The devil stretched out his bloody arm and spewed out the brightest arc from the deepest part of his soul, spreading towards the youth.

"Come on, this is my last strength, the whole inheritance of lightning life. Open your heart, take it, and become a new generation of king of lightning, and then go to create a miracle, young man!"