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"Why are you here?" Odin looked at the black Buddha sitting on the lotus and residing in Zatara Giovanni's body, "I picked you up from the edge of the Sea of ​​Nothingness, and I let you walk into it again. In the human world, I even helped you find a believer. I gave you the necessary means for revenge. I even ended the Patara sacred mountain and the Brahma gods. Join me, Vritra, and you will replace all others in a new future. God and Buddha, you will become the Lord of Brahma. This is the true promise of me, the King of Storms, the King of Asgard, the God of War and Death, and the King of Hunters."

Begelmir kept looking at Odin and the skinny middle-aged man who seemed to be enveloped by a writhing black air. He knew that it was just an empty skin bag. The ancient oracles decorated on the man's body were in the form of a celestial city. Literary writing, but that is not the main thing.

Bergmere saw an oath made by an unbreakable Supreme Power.

It is impossible for Odin to be invisible. He will either bewitch the Black Buddha Vritra to break the oath, causing him to bite back and die, or Odin has become arrogant and thinks that he can break that extremely strict oath and return Vritra's freedom. .

But there is a contradiction here.

Bergmir saw it. Odin said that he had destroyed Brahma and seized the power of Vishnu and Shiva. He had completely eradicated the existence of the Brahma gods, and the Black Buddha should also have perished, but he still Live in this weird space.

This was an unexpected result that Odin didn't plan for.

"Haha..." Black Buddha Vritra slowly raised his head. He still clasped his hands devoutly like a real Buddha. The remaining four arms were placed in the fearless and wishing seals with their palms facing outward, with their thumbs and middle fingers touching each other. The twist of the saying is printed.

Reincarnation, compassion, prayer.

Begelmir is not used to the rhetoric put forward by these gods who can still get a large number of believers in the fourth world to provide a steady stream of faith. Begelmir cannot tell whether these guys are really hypocritical enough to save all sentient beings. situation. They were the first gods to put down their airs and claim that mortals were equal to the gods. Like the Heavenly Father of New Creation Star, they seemed to be loyal believers in God, and they had guessed the old guy's true intention.

No matter what, the business they ran was very successful, because they even built Yama City, second only to hell, on the border to nothingness. They got enough souls and enough power of faith.

And the five seals of Sakyamuni that fooled mortals actually dared to be played in front of Odin, as if it was not a street trick of a charlatan at all.

But everyone knows that faith, like magic, is a lie that deceives people into selling their souls and the divine waves contained in their lives.

"Do you really think you can win?" Black Buddha opened his eyes exuding dark energy and stared at Odin. "Do you really think you can achieve your wish and achieve perfection by facing your prey?"

Odin raised his chin slightly, revealing part of his pale profile. His eyes flashing with cold light were full of dangerous chill, "You are a seal, and you guard this shadow. Do you really think I can't see it?" Is it, Vritra? You are just a bait, but this can still lead to where I want to go. The most important thing is, just like you will not leave this shadow, I cannot stop here. We all have needs We have a path to take, and we also have beliefs that we must stick to. This is the reason why we are who we are and our foundation. You want me to deny my existence?"

Odin raised his slender arm, and he pointed the tip of the Holy Spear of Gangnir, shining with blue lightning, at the Black Buddha Vritra, "Till death, Vritra! Till death, even if there is no rest, This is our last song and we won’t stop!”

"Relic, there is no color in the sky, no feelings, thoughts, actions, and consciousness; no earth realm, no water, fire, wind, space, consciousness realm..." Black Buddha Vritra started his rambling chanting again, His figure seemed to transform into countless shadows amidst the trembling, and part of him even began to glow with pure white light.

The intestines on the ground also squirmed faster, and the stars and moon emblems on the dull mirror sides also lit up. The bright smiles on those weird cartoon patterns made Bergmire panic.

"Who should we kill?" "Bao Lang" asked in a sullen voice, holding a cigar in his mouth.

"We just need to wait for them to kill each other." Bergmire shrugged, "But I think this is not what we are most worried about. We can't die here."

"Ha! This is your problem, not mine!" "Bao Lang" said happily, "As long as I still have one cell..."

"Don't be stupid, dear Rob." Bergmir's expression was rare. He looked at Odin charging with his tattered cloak fluttering. "This time, even you won't survive. Don't you know? ? This is not in your fucking universe at all, this is just a shadow, a colosseum for the final battle."

……

The constantly flashing electronic light was about to blind Corlarion, but he still curiously looked around at the maze world composed of squares and countless circuits inside the magnificent pyramid.

Vast amounts of information are stored here, and that information is flashing as fast as a living meteor.

Corlarion's current translucent form is passed through again and again by these information-carrying beams, and they will eventually leave a mark on Corlarion's consciousness, as well as the past history.

Those disjointed fragments gradually aroused Corlarion's stronger curiosity, and he and Titi started a new play. They are constantly chasing those information flows, they capture them, and then assimilate and change them. They even find that they can unconsciously transform them into comics when they come into contact with them.

That may have originated from the first mission given by Chen Yu to Corlarion when he came to the surface of the earth. It was also the first way for him to understand the entire world after coming into contact with the Rafters of the Blue Sky.

Perhaps it was the deep impression those comics left on him that finally allowed his imagination to materialize them into comic books after coming into contact with these streams of information.

Or...their reduced-dimensional existence in the physical realm is what comic books look like.

...to find our history...Brothers Coralion...there must be some story about the origins of Limbo...about the Xitars...

Corlarion strongly agrees with Titi's suggestion, and he is already doing so. After all, Corlarion also wants to know why everyone in Limbo Town has a spiritual beast, why Titi and his soul coexist with each other, why the Xitar people mutate, and why they have become such a terrifying existence... …

For some reason, Corlarion even felt that all this backward history would lead him to an ending, a secret and truth related to the rise and fall of the universe.

But suddenly, Corlarion hit a red light, and he felt that he smelled an even weirder aroma. The smell was very sweet, and it even reminded Corralien of seeing the sunset and the setting sun for the first time. And just below Corlarion, between the lines flashing with electric light, two even weirder shadows were projected.

One shadow was like a sharp and sharp dagger, and was dark and deep; the other shadow was like a ball of steaming heat that was trembling endlessly.

"Naughty kittens always find those interesting things, and this strong desire always fascinates me." A being with short hair walked out of the red light. This person was extremely beautiful, And extremely handsome, it is impossible to identify the gender of this person, and all this seems unnecessary, because he (she) will always be unique, and he (she) will never think that anyone can possess him (her).

After all, in his (her) eyes, everything belongs to him (her).

desire!

Coralion looked at the non-male and non-female existence in front of him in surprise. He found part of the story about the Endless Family from the information flow here. In other words, almost all stories have their participation, because the Endless Family is a part of life.

...It is our greed for history that has attracted him (her)...be careful...Brother Coraline...he (she) is dangerous...

Titi's voice was full of hostility.

"So this is what I like about cats. They are born hunters, but they will always stay awake." Desire smiled with a cigarette in his mouth, and his brown eyes were full of flowing luster, like a glass of thick wine. "But be careful, my children. You are all my hunters. Don't use my bone-scraping steel knife, tenderness like murderous intent in the water, in the wrong place."

Corlarion was surprised to find that such a naughty and cunning Titi actually made a weak whimpering sound in his consciousness for the first time.

"Come on, boy. If you want to know everything, I will give you everything." Desire showed the most sinister smile, and he (she) seemed to be more excited, "After all... this is my job."

……

"Be me?" The shadow that called itself Hekate opened its crescent-shaped mouth, and his mouth was filled with blanks, while the body of the shadow, which was about the same height as Tim Hunter, trembled even more violently.

This guy seemed to be smiling.

"Yes, that's it." Tim shrugged very easily, and he grasped the wand that Yoyo transformed into, "Otherwise, who would find this place?"

Oracles slowly straightened up his huge body behind Tim. He kept shaking his head, and his eyes filled with deep stars gradually became filled with doubts.

"Okay." The shadow suddenly responded to Tim easily. It even stretched out its hand, preparing to complete the transaction with Tim.

Tim pouted slightly and squinted his eyes. He knew that everything could not be so simple, but everything seemed to go as expected.

"You're crazy, kid. This is not the origin of magic, and you can't find it. Magic is just the paint used to write stories, and everything named is part of it!" Oracle said in a deep voice, "You should know that you Where is this place that brought me to?"

"Of course." Tim pushed up his glasses, "This is my subconscious, and this is the core of my thoughts."

"So you should also know the consequences of doing this." Oracle leaned down, "You still have time to regret it, the price is too heavy, let me bear all this. You have a new future, and we are just Remaining images of the past..."

"No! I have seen magic!" Tim suddenly smiled confidently, "As you said, I can never erase magic from my life! And I am the heir of Merlin! This has nothing to do with salvation and Morality! I don’t understand those complicated things! What I want is to become the most powerful magician! I believe in the existence of magic! I also believe that I can surpass all magic masters! I will only admit that I become a magician! This is my appeal! This is my belief!"

The shadow laughed extremely happily, and its voice became more and more like Tim Hunter.

Finally, Tim stretched out his hand, and he held it with the shadow. "Of course I know the so-called price. The self that belongs to Tim will disappear. This is the faith I have given to myself!"

Pure white light lit up on Tim's body, and the light gradually became entangled with the shadow, and they all merged into the wand that Yunyu turned into.

Suddenly, the wand transformed into a pure white owl again, spreading its wings and rushing into the colorful void.

"What are you doing for?" Oracles looked up at the soaring owl and murmured, "Are you also trying to inspire us? The Tatars at the end of summer took away our dignity and freedom, but you cut off our Not only the shackles of the Tatars, but also the lies brought by the gods. Come on, great magician, I will save all sentient beings!"

Oracles stood up, his huge body like a mountain blending with the color of magic. He raised his thick hands. He looked at his scarred arms. The next moment, endless golden light began to shine all over his body. Shine.

Oracles turned into the spear named "Revenge" given by the gods, but his target was no longer the destined one. He followed the magic light turned into by Tim, and he had a new goal. The goal.