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Darkseid flew over the dim towers with his hands behind his back, and the majestic streets as smooth as crystal under his feet had long been shattered.

There is no more perfection, no more dazzling light that towers over all living beings.

When those otherworldly colors faded away, Darkseid noticed that everything in the Silver City was no different from the hell of Apokolips where he was.

After all, it was true lies that built this capital.

But there is an exception for a high tower. It is the only place still shrouded in divine light. The pure white color has not been changed by the mother box summoned by Darkseid. Those terrifying lava cannot destroy that high tower. Any No existence can destroy it from the outside.

Darkseid's current destination is there. Like gods and mortals, he once fantasized about the scene hidden in the throne room at the top of this tower. He imagined the appearance of God more than once, but even if it was someone who had been fighting against him The Heavenly Father of the new creation, the shepherd who once received God’s guidance outside the wall of origin, has never seen his true appearance, and he has not even been allowed to enter the City of Silver.

But who can stop it now?

A provocative smile slowly appeared on Darkseid's gray, cracked face. His heart felt calm, and he was no longer afraid of the archangels who had once towered over him.

Be it Michael, Lucifer, Metatron, Gabriel, these creatures who were born from the original light at the beginning of creation, they are no longer obstacles.

Darkseid began to fly upward. He stopped at the window at the top of the tower, and then slowly floated in.

There are no guards, because even the low-level angels are not qualified to enter here.

Except for Michael, Lucifer, and Metatron, almost all angels here require permission from the Voice of God to visit.

Darkseid landed on the smooth ground under the shadow. He looked at the smooth masonry without any trace of splicing. He could not see a single flaw. Under the scarlet light radiating from Darkseid's eyes, the masonry was The surface reflects the dark and terrifying face of this dark king.

There is no Voice of God.

There is no sound here.

And it will have a new voice, the only voice in all creation.

Darkseid stepped forward, still holding his hands behind his back, like an overlord who had conquered all the kingdoms. He held his head high and continued walking along the long corridor supported by circular columns. He saw the heavy open door. He also saw what looked like a pool inside the throne room.

The pool has not dried up, and all souls are still swimming in its waters.

But they lost their master, the shepherd who gave them reincarnation and controlled their thoughts.

That's only temporary.

Darkseid walked into the throne room, levitated again, and then landed in front of the seemingly unremarkable huge stone throne.

"Are you here to listen to the appeals of all things?" Darkseid looked at the empty throne and murmured to himself, "What did you hear? Or did you just ignore those ants..."

Darkseid turned around and looked down at the sparkling water again. He looked at the endless souls.

"You are actually right. They are just a group of sheep. What they need is restraint and a ruler who can help them think." Darkseid said quietly, "What freedom brings is nothing but the stupid failure of a group of rabble." , because their thoughts can be misled and used, and they go to destruction time and time again in lies. Only a few wise men can clearly realize the problem, but most of them are extremely weak. This also includes you, God. You once created everything, you once dominated everything, you ruled all things with iron blood and fear in the Garden of Eden, and you kept them away from wisdom and thinking. Everything was so perfect, and everyone lived in ignorance. They did not Painful, because they are just beasts. But you... still gave them knowledge. The old gods were your original experiments, and Lilith was also created by you. She chased freedom, and she eventually went to destruction in madness. ."

Darkseid knelt down on one knee and held up some of the luminous pool water with his big, thick hands. In the light, he saw countless lives experienced by countless lives.

"You even pushed yourself to your own opposite. You were trapped by a simple question." Darkseid stood up again, "When all thoughts die, when everyone is left with only one Consciousness, there will no longer be disputes. All living beings are Darkseid, and the entire creation will be reborn in a unified mind. So... I will replace you, I will surpass you."

Darkseid turned and walked to the throne, where he finally sat.

The whole tower trembled, and soon all the columns and walls collapsed.

In the sky above the City of Silver, countless sonic tunnels were opened and new mother boxes were continuously transmitted. Those baby mother boxes began to be connected into an extremely huge matrix under the continuous transformation of Darkseid's wizards.

"God of Knowledge" Metron is at the center of the matrix. He controls everything. His cold eyes radiating pure white light stare at the huge Apokolips star that slowly falls from the sky and replaces the void.

Scarlet and thick smoke began to corrode the flawless heaven, and endless demonoids and other Darkseid's legions were flying around the sonic tunnel.

In the broken throne hall, Darkseid looked at everything he had obtained.

There is still one step left, and all living beings will fall into his hands alone.

……

Hal Jordan looked at the weird world emitting colorful electric lights in front of him. He couldn't even tell whether it was flat or three-dimensional.

The entire space was always in a state of chaos, and on those flickering circuit boards, the memory images that kept appearing showed Hal a part of the magnificent grand plan of the universe.

In the center of the maze-like circuit board is a pyramid that shines even more dazzlingly.

That's where Metron's Möbius chair is located.

Of course, this is what Gunther and that damn AI Brainiac said.

"Just destroy it, huh?" Hal hissed. "What are you waiting for?"

Under the seven-color light, Hal couldn't wait to rush directly towards the luminous pyramid.

At this moment, countless silver-white cables stood upright like snakes, and then began to disintegrate and reintegrate.

A group of metal supermen with skull heads appeared. They surrounded the pyramid, and their eyes began to glow with scarlet light.

"I fucking know it's not that simple! But this is exactly what I want!" Hal grinned manically and stretched out his hands. Under the influence of his imagination, countless fighter jets transformed by seven-color light began to rush towards those metal supermen. .

……

Coraline saw an upside-down world. In that world, everything was contained in boxes, and those boxes were connected by paper tapes that recorded more scenes.

All the worlds formed a spiral downward funnel below Coraline, and that seemingly endless spiral was just a toy contained in a glass ball.

Corlarion looked around, and he found that there were countless such glass balls stored in the pyramid. They were not suspended, but growing on a giant tree branch made of silver-white cables tangled together.

In Coralien's eyes, the giant tree was sometimes extremely huge, and sometimes it was no bigger than Coralien's current claws.

Everything is relative, like an illusory bubble. Even Coraline's body is stretched comically and becomes smaller again. His head can even twist several times. He can sometimes see his other side. Just your eyes, or your own heart and bones.

"What's going on here?" Coraline couldn't help but ask.

But desire did not answer. He or she just walked gracefully along a weird railway track composed of many constantly playing images with a cigarette in his mouth.

Corlarion became a little impatient. He hated this feeling of being led by the nose, but he also knew that he could not defeat the guy in front of him at all.

No one can do it.

For some reason, Corlarion felt that if he defeated the desire in front of him, he would disappear or become a complete empty shell.

"There is a train traveling through time here, and that is a secret that even Metron doesn't know. Because in the final analysis, it is the monitor family who created this place, and their music forms the cornerstone of this place." Desire used a lazy word The voice suddenly said, "Metron once thought that the music was a little out of tune, and he had to seal it up. But that was just his ignorance. He didn't even think that at least part of the knowledge he had always longed for was hidden here."

"I did hear the 'wow' sound from the train." Coralion responded with his paws growing larger and smaller.

"That is the sound coming from the antimatter universe. It is the singing of another part of the soul that Metron has not even noticed." Desire showed a gloating evil smile, "Just like people always think that themselves in the mirror are just a Reflection, they will never admit that what they see is another self, a truer self, a self that is hidden.”

"Why should I look for that thing?" Coraline asked more curiously, "Where will the train take me?"

"What do you think the road we are traveling on is paved?" Desire asked with his hands in his pockets.

"Memory? History?" Coraline lowered his head suspiciously and observed the film-like images, "Time?"

...what holds it here is magic...Brother Coralion...use your nose...

Titi finally spoke, it had been silent before, it was always afraid of desire.

"That's what I can give you, and that's what you've always wanted, isn't it?" Desire turned his head back, with a cunning light flowing in his brown eyes.

"Why are you helping me?" Corlarion asked with some vigilance.

"Because I am your desire, dear little witch boy." Desire smiled, "Or... I suddenly changed my mind. I don't want to see too many family members leave. Even for me, sometimes Parting... is always sad."