Chapter 383

Looking at the figure slowly appearing not far away.

The driver of the chariot subconsciously felt that he was dazzled.

After blinking, he looked there again.

It was determined that the figure whose temperament was incompatible with clothing and the battlefield was actually standing in the middle of the battlefield.

Look calm, not happy or angry.

The clothes are clean and tidy.

Looks extremely calm.

In the face of this strange situation.

After hesitating for a few seconds, the driver's heart crossed and chose to continue to accelerate.

No matter what the origin of the other party is, the chariot they drive is in the battlefield.

If it stagnates, it is no different from the target!

At that time, things such as grenades and rockets will surely flock to us.

Therefore, a dead Taoist friend doesn't die. Whoever he is, it's the best choice to run over all the way!

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Stepping on the soft land, I feel the mark I left in this place before.

Olga ignored the thought of the chariot driver and the flying artillery and bullets around him.

He just felt that there was a little more complicated feeling in his heart.

Under the influence of this feeling, all kinds of movements around suddenly seemed a little annoying.

"Be quiet."

With Olga's words, the innate ability [self will - distorting reality] began to launch.

Everything within a radius of tens of kilometers is automatically corrected.

Soldiers, weapons of war, the summoned devil, even insects, birds and air currents around

All things that make noise are forcibly removed and erased.

Only this land is left, which is still intact.

At this time.

The clouds in the sky became very gloomy in an instant.

Countless thunder and lightning intertwined in the sky like a huge airtight net.

Among them, plane consciousness is revealing an extremely angry mood.

In this case, the repelling force of the stacked plane is constantly applied to Olga, trying to squeeze it out.

It can be said that Olga, who was forced in, undoubtedly annoyed the plane consciousness with only basic instinct.

Look at the thunder clouds in the sky and the meteors coming quickly in the distance.

Olga didn't move, and countless light wheels appeared automatically behind him, forcibly offsetting those repulsive forces.

He frowned impatiently:

"You are also a waste... Give in to me..."

With the sound of words, invisible power poured out of his body.

[self will - distort reality], this talent ability is activated again.

The surging energy and will are as violent as a supernova explosion.

Even... Far above it!

Uncontrollable! Can't escape!

Just a short moment, it will occupy the whole planet!

Then, it quickly diffuses towards the periphery.

It has spread to light-years away!

It didn't stop until the lower plane and all areas were occupied.

Today.

Olga is stronger than all the existence of this plane combined.

The next moment, with his thoughts.

Plane consciousness was forcibly erased.

The history of this plane was forced out by him.

They were turned into a book and presented in Olga's hands.

[book of akaxia]

This is a record of the plane.

From the secret of the birth of all things in ancient times to all the knowledge in the world, they are recorded in detail.

However, Olga did not care about those things.

What he cares about now is just a little past.

As the book turns to a page.

Record, start fast reverse.

It's like time is really going backwards.

Mountains and seas change and stars change.

All the scenes jump back thousands of years ago.

And the position where Olga stood changed from an empty plain to a beautifully decorated study.

This was one of his favorite places to stay.

Not far away.

At that time, he was sitting on the main seat of the room, looking at the books in his hand carefully.

Learning has always been one of his most important things.

As if he were just a transparent person.

His existence did not attract the other party's attention.

He touched the wooden chair in the corner and felt the familiar texture. Olga sat down calmly.

Quietly looking at everything around.

Not long.

A familiar figure came in.

Trina.

At the moment of seeing each other, Olga's mood fluctuated.

But he didn't do anything.

All this.

It's just a reappearance of that year, not a real reversal of time.

The difference between the two is like copy and paste and reverse.

Moreover, even if he really goes back to the past, he won't try to change anything.

That kind of thing is just cowardly self comfort.

That's it.

Olga sat on the wooden chair, looked at everything calmly, repeated it in front of him, calm as if he were watching a documentary.

When "oneself" was expelled from the plane consciousness due to wanton destruction.

He slowly got up from his seat.

Look closely at the burning capital of the Principality of Marton.

In the light of the bloody fire.

Olga thought carefully.

In a suddenly enlightened tone, he said to himself thoughtfully:

"Sure enough.

I was really angry.

As for me now

Um

Should also be a little angry! "

As a demon.

Olga's temper has always been a very good or strange type to some extent.

The mood is basically on the average.

In this life, I have hardly been angry or happy.

Unlike most abyss demons, they are emotionally extreme and on the edge of losing control at any time.

As for killing, setting fire and fighting?

In his eyes, they are just loose daily behavior.

Reluctantly regarded as a hobby or occupation, there is no great joy and anger.

Even though pennyworth had killed him thousands of times, he had never been angry.

After all, he feels normal to kill and be killed.

But now.

Olga's mentality is a little unbalanced.

The mood has also become quite bad!

Anger, slowly filled in the heart!

Finally, with the anger, more intense, more violent!

The structure of this plane began to change slowly.

The laws of physics were modified.

Various physical structures that should complement each other gradually become mutually exclusive.

It's like a fragile sand castle pushed.

The planet began to disintegrate into countless pieces of dust. The star begins to extinguish and the plasma inside freezes a little. The gravitational structure of the universe began to collapse, and the front, back, up, down, left and right began to be randomly reversed!

It was like a tiny candle, and the stars were broken and extinguished in Olga's eyes.

Space is like fragile glass.

Bit by bit, it breaks up, leaving only more and more empty gaps.

The storm of time and space is reverberating wantonly in the plane!

The living body living in it, regardless of strength, has entered death at the same time!

Even in the starry sky, those races that have already derived interstellar civilization are just mole ants attached to the existing rules!

With the plane's death.

They can only follow!

I don't know how long it took.

The energy and matter of the whole plane turned into a tiny light spot and floated quietly at Olga's fingertips.

then.

He snuffed it out!

Finish this.

His figure slowly disappeared.