Chapter 1891：

When I was in a state of uncertainty, I felt cold in my palms, as if I had grasped something made of silver.

After a pause, Shi Lang stretched out his palms and stood on a huge tree trunk. As he lowered his eyebrows, a look of surprise flashed across his eyes.

-Bullets!

It turned out to be a silver bullet!

Here is the inside of the black tree where the Lord of Relief's forces are combined, and the only human being integrated is Archimedes, but Archimedes is in essence Wippal. How can there be bullets while standing on a starship?

Wait a minute!

This bullet

The palm of his hand suddenly squeezed the bullet in his hand. Shiro looked up and saw that a chaotic clay figure appeared on the wooden cocoon, pointing at Shiro with a silver pistol.

Looking at the chaotic mud figure, Shi Lang glanced at it, and he fell on the silver pistol in the mud figure's hand, and his eyes suddenly shrank.

You can't go wrong.

That gun, you can't admit it!

That gun, that silver gun, it was in a certain reset cycle destroyed by Surut’s invasion that shot his silver gun!

And the holder of that silver pistol was someone who was called the Master by the sixth seat of the [Council]!

In the resetting cycle destroyed by Surut, he was selected by the only remaining Odin because of the special features of the endless resetting cycle, and endowed with [Runus Wisdom], thus predicting the invasion of Surut in advance. , Thus constantly struggling. But in the end, Skaha, who was his Servant, was killed by the sixth seat who broke through the dimensional barrier, and he was shot and killed by the silver gun.

And in the end, he left Odin to him, all the divinity of the Nordic connection point to Skaha, so that he was resurrected as the Supreme God King Skady, and he was the One of Enlightenment. Strength, falling into another reincarnation reset.

He will not admit his mistake.

That was the one who shot him, the gun!

The Master in the sixth seat!

The muddy figure of chaos, twisted for a while, and then a strange voice came out: "I really underestimate you, Fujimaru Shiro. Originally, I only thought of you as the inheritor of the false vortex, but it was just a Taitis. I was looking for a special blank soul, but I didn't expect that you would actually block my relief work to this point."

"You...you are--!"

"My real name has become a taboo and cannot be called out in any language. However, knowing my existence will call me the Lord of Relief."

The distorted mud figure made a distorted voice, which can be understood by human perception, but the more you understand, the more distorted your mind is.

A chaotic heart sounded constantly in the depths of my heart.

——That is what I will become in the end. This is where I will eventually go.

Undoubtedly, that is my own voice.

After seeing this clay figure, I heard his voice, the instinctive voice of the soul.

Beyond the [Assimilation of Heavenly Voice], the voice above the [Shengzai] of the star cup, the original voice, something called [Chaotic Voice].

Shi Lang shook his head, and he got rid of the control of [Chaotic Voice], staring scorchingly at the clay figure.

[Chaotic Voice], even the Star Emperor cannot get rid of the influence of this thing, because that is the monster of [Root Cause], but Shi Lang is a traverser. His soul is not the product of [Root Cause], it is the only special outside of [Root Cause], so it is easy to get rid of the control of [Chaos Delusion].

But...

This is the Lord of Relief!

It turned out that he had seen him a long time ago!

The bright eyes burning like fire stared at the clay figure, Shi Lang gritted his teeth, that is the ultimate and final enemy he has been fighting against and will eventually face.

The ancient dead souls, the evil spirits of the past, the evil spirits that cling to the world, seize the era, and let the future disappear!

Absolutely evil!

"Really beautiful eyes, burning like fire, can't help but want to collect them and become their own. No wonder the king of Mesopotamia wants to collect these eyes. However, your soul makes me want more than your eyes."

Hearing this, Shi Lang's eyes shrank sharply, staring at the mud figure closely, and questioning: "You fellow, there is human cognition?"

"Of course. I am [Akasha], whether human beings, planets, saviors, heroes, gods, outer gods, wandering stars, worlds, thoughts, knowledge, philosophy... everything is [ Akashia], it’s all [me], so everything is impossible to fight against [I]. The only exception is you, a foreign soul who is not [Akasha]."

"In the beginning I didn't put you in my eyes. Even if Taitis chose you, I didn't take it seriously. But now I have to look at you with admiration, and I have to admit that Taitis did something. The only thing that’s right. You’ve grown up to this day, even if you’re still a human being, it’s better and more dazzling than the false sandbar love song outside, and the container made by humans in the [Council]. So I decided. , I want you to be my body!"

Hearing this, Shi Lang stared coldly at the clay figure and walked towards the clay figure.

"Oh? Do you dare to come over? Didn't run away, come to me, the originator of all things?" The mud figure looked like an overpowered man who saw the mantis arm as a cart, looking at Shi Lang in surprise.

"If you don't come closer, how can you destroy you?"

"Wow, then you can come closer, just like this to become my container!

Chapter 159 Tears of Stars

Staring at the mud figure above the wooden cocoon, Shi Lang drew out the magic sword-the real world, splitting his head and covering his face, and a scarlet sword light that could tear the sky slashed straight towards the mud figure.

However, the clay figure did not dodge, facing this sword that was enough to cut the sky very flat.

The sword fell on the mud humanoid, and there was no energy agitation, nor a violent explosion. Just listen to the sound of "pop", the sword light that fell on the mud humanoid disappeared like melted butter. Dropped.

No.

Not disappear!

Shi Lang's eyes narrowed, assimilation!

The clay figure raised the silver gun, and with a "bang", a bullet turned into a silver star and shot towards Shiro.

With Shirou’s current scale of existence, even if it is a bullet speed that ordinary people cannot capture, it is as slow as a snail in his eyes. What is easy is to perceive the trajectory of the bullet, and then raise his hand, the magic sword in his hand-the real world Then it struck the bullet.

"Crack—"

The sound of cracking resounded, Shiro's eyes shrank suddenly. It was not the ordinary bullet that broke, but the treasure of the moon that Zhu Yue forged during his lifetime-Magic Sword·True World. !

The moment the bullet came into contact with the sword body, the bullet destroyed the sword body of the magic sword-the real world, and then with a "click", it also destroyed the extremely solemn enchantment treasure on the surface of Shirou [Star Invocation] Wish].

His eyes shrank sharply, Shiro moved his side, and the bullet flicked past his ears with a "shoo" sound, piercing through the Uranus tree wall behind him, not knowing where he was going.

Shirou turned his head, his eyes fixed on the clay figure.

It is ridiculous to say, it clearly looks no different from ordinary bullets, but at the moment of contact, it destroys the highest-person magic sword and the [Star's Wish] that can easily block Beast's attack...

No.

It should be called assimilation!