Chapter 570: Inevitable Death

Chapter 570: Inevitable Death

Time returned to normal!

Amidst the crisp sound of metal shattering, the ancient mottled bronze door was covered in dense cracks. The hundred meters of space in all directions became like a broken mirror.

The sky seemed to have been plowed out a gully, and the huge torrent carried the clouds and spread to both sides.

The huge body of the incomplete god seemed to have collapsed at this moment. In the bloody sea that covered the sky and the earth, there was thick and scarlet flesh mixed, dyeing the sky above the entire city in a strange red color.

Crash.

Blood poured down like a torrential rain, pouring into the ruined land. Gradually, it gathered into countless branches and flowed into the earth's core along the cracks all over the place.

The divine Seraph Wings slowly brought Lod from the sky to the ground. After completing his mission, he turned into white feathers and scattered. When he raised his head again, he just happened to meet the giant eyes of the Shuma-Gorath.

Behind the bronze door, Shuma-Gorath who seemed to be made of countless nebulae faintly revealed a hint of unknown meaning. It seemed to be mocking and ridiculing, but it also seemed to be angry and resentful. However, it was more of a kind of cold and indifferent, high above.

Lod felt as if he could read the information that the giant eye revealed. It was telling him:

We will come back!

Lod's eyes were dyed with pure gold. He slowly raised zanpakuto in his hand. The pitch black blade was suffused with a cold light. He pointed at the giant eye from afar as if he was making a silent answer.

No matter how many times he tried again. UpTodated from nô/v/el/b(i)n.c(o)/m

I will use my own sword to expel all of you!

The giant eyes formed by countless nebulae stared coldly at Lod. Finally, under the shattering sound of the bronze door, they hid in the depths of the desolate and boundless starry sky.

The crazy whispers that had been echoing in his mind before finally disappeared and returned to peace.

It was over.

This time, it was truly over!

Thinking back to what had happened, Lod couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

Wilbur didn't hesitate to abandon his identity as a member of the family and sacrifice hundreds of thousands of civilians in the city just for the godly ascension ceremony to obtain eternal life and power. He didn't expect that the moment the final ceremony succeeded, he would sacrifice his own life.

In general, it was considered to be a retribution for evil.

Although Lod felt a little regretful that he could not personally punish the culprit, thinking about it carefully, this kind of ending might be the best punishment for a villain like Wilbur Wattley.

"This kind of ending should be as you wish." The corners of Lod's lips curled up. He grinned at the ruins and said, "Although the form may be different, it has indeed allowed you to obtain an instant of eternal life."

To be sacrificed to an incomplete god to obtain eternal life in another form, wasn't this wish of Wilbur, at least that so-called' god 'had perfectly kept his promise.

However, there was no sign of the golden-haired girl around it.

"Could it be..."

Lod's pupils trembled slightly. His breathing suddenly became rapid, and a few bulging veins appeared on his face. He seemed to vaguely know the ending of the golden-haired girl.

The completely shattered zanpakuto Fusei and the almost dissipated Spiritual Power all showed the girl's fate. It seemed that she had reached the end just like sword.

"Nexia..."

Lod walked over with stiff steps, slowly crouched down, and reached out to touch the almost shattered Fusei.

Hum

The shattered body of sword started glowing with a faint light.

A fragmented and fuzzy memory suddenly flowed into Lod's mind along with the shattered zanpakuto.

In a magnificent white palace hall, there were dozens of captains dressed in white feathers standing on both sides. All of them looked solemn, facing the white throne at the end of the palace.

Seven gemstones of different colors adorned the white throne. A man whose face could not be seen clearly was surrounded by dense and almost tangible spiritual energy. Only a pair of eyes that were like pupils were staring at the front through endless time and space.

Nexia slowly walked into the palace. She pressed one hand on sword and walked out of the queue on both sides. She knelt on one knee and said respectfully, "Father, 13th Division Captain, Nexia Carl is here for an audience."

"There is a task for you to do."

Lod, who was sitting on the throne, supported his cheek with one hand and knocked on the armrest next to him with the other. His indifferent voice echoed in the entire white palace. "Someone tampered with the timeline of the past. Go back to Newcastle 15 years ago and help the weak me to survive this disaster."

"Yes, Father!"

Nexia did not hesitate at all. She immediately agreed, but then she hesitated for a moment. She looked up and asked, "Father, what do you see in your eyes?"

"Your... death."

A ripple appeared in Lod's heavy eyes. He stopped tapping his fingers and said lightly, "But I will survive and embark on the right path from now on. And this is the value of me adopting you."

"Death..."

This heavy word made Nexia tremble, and then she buried her head deeply, as if she was unwilling to face this ending.

"Go, Nexia."

Lod's voice did not waver in the slightest. He completely ignored the girl's reaction and continued to speak in that cold voice, "Complete your mission. Don't let me down."

"Yes. Father."