Mythological origins

"What did I do in the parallel world to provoke the sword of the Spirit of Creation and Wu Ling, who tried to cut off the timeline?" Looking at the two huge holes in his chest, Bai Mo couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Judging from the power fluctuations lingering on them, he could easily distinguish that the black and white swords were attacks from the Spirit of Creation and Wu Ling respectively.

Both attacks were beyond the imagination of ordinary people, trying to destroy all Bai Mo before a certain moment in the parallel world.

One sword down, killing billions of possibilities.

At his current level, at most he could realize the fact that he was going to be stabbed a little earlier, but there was no way to avoid it.

It was a true "If the King of Hell wants you to die at three o'clock, who dares to keep you until five o'clock".

No matter where he hides or how many armors he has, this sword will pierce his body at the same time.

This is also the reason why he is not in a hurry.

Anyway, no matter how anxious or not, the sword will only come at that moment.

It is inevitable to be stabbed, and the only direction to work hard is to ensure that he will not be taken away by a sword.

Facing a sword that is sure to hit, the health bar must be thick enough.

…

The two big mouths of black and white are constantly wrestling with Bai Mo. They want to continue to compress the encirclement, while Bai Mo wants to protect the quantum slingshot and the imperial fleet behind him.

One after another, the Daqian leader ships disappeared in the dark blue flames, heading for a destination that even they themselves did not know.

Perhaps they crashed directly into another sun, or appeared directly inside the planet.

Of course, it is more likely that they appeared in another vast space.

After all, 99.9999% of the volume of the universe is empty.

And in the dark blue flames, the last scene reflected in the eyes of these hastily fleeing people is the figure standing tall.

Countless people stood in front of the large and small projection screens in the ship, took off their hats and saluted, paying tribute to this unknown hero who sacrificed his life to cover the escape of mankind.

They did not know too much about the inside story, but only knew that someone was "sacrificing" for them.

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"It will take about fifteen minutes." Bai Mo took a look at the situation of the Imperial Fleet and roughly estimated how long he would need to hold on.

There were too many Imperial spaceships. Even if the slingshot was already overclocked, it would still take some time.

"How long can you hold on?" Bai Mo received a message from Kirkov.

He is currently the commander-in-chief of the entire retreat plan, the Urban Plan, responsible for dispatching the fleet to leave in an orderly manner.

"Half an hour, I don't think it will take you that long."

"After fifteen minutes and twenty-two seconds, I will take the last leader ship, No. 1453, to retreat. The history of Terra ends here." Kirkov said with some emotion.

Before hearing Bai Mo's words, he was also a little worried that the other party would not be able to hold on. After all, he was the last one to leave. Now he finally put his mind at ease.

"Before leaving, I still want to ask, who exactly wants to destroy us humans?"

"When you come to my position, you will naturally know." For the safety of their lives, Bai Mo did not answer.

The existence of the Creation Spirit is too high. Just "knowing" itself is easy to attract attention.

"..."

"So we are so weak that we don't even have the power to know the truth?"

"It's good to know."     "..."

"Practice hard, maybe there will be a day of revenge." Bai Mo smiled, as if the knife was not stabbed at himself.

"Will you... die?" Before leaving, Ramdo suddenly interrupted and asked.

"If you don't die, how can I die." Bai Mo looked like he was teasing.

"I understand." After hearing this, Ramdo suddenly realized and boarded the lead ship, disappearing in the blue light of the slingshot.

"I understand too." Farel also looked like he suddenly realized.

"..."

Looking at the three people who were playing a puzzle, Kirkov was a little puzzled.

"Ghost Fairy." Farel threw two words to him who was still a little depressed, and his consciousness left the place.

"The ghost fairy living in memory..." After hearing the hint, Kirkov realized that Bai Mo was not sacrificing himself for others, but was using the special ability of the ghost fairy to save his life!

He was just moved for nothing!

As the most bizarre of the gods and ghosts in the world, the ghost fairy's positive output is indeed a shame for the immortal way. The destructive power of the seventh-level ghost fairy's spell is not much stronger than that of the ordinary sixth-level cultivator.

But they have the most perverted survival ability and various strange means.

For example, as long as there are cultivators of lower levels than them who remember the existence of a ghost fairy, then this ghost fairy cannot be completely killed unless it commits suicide.

Just like the Red World Cult and Gaia who caused chaos on the earth in the past, they also committed suicide in the end.

The same is true for Bai Mo. His ghost fairy way has already entered the eighth level. As long as he remembers that his empire's true immortals are not dead, he cannot be completely killed.

The black and white swords from a higher level naturally know this matter, so they start to go all out and prepare to wipe out human civilization.

You can't die if someone still remembers you, so I will kill everyone who remembers you!

If everyone dies, naturally no one will remember you.

But no matter what, although the subjective purpose is not pure, Bai Mo is still saving their lives objectively.

Even if you figure this out, you can't change the result.

However, after knowing the reason, everyone's mentality was indeed not as heavy as before.

What Bai Mo turned his back on all living beings and carried the abyss on his back, if you don't know the reason, it's still very touching to watch.

...

"Goodbye." Kirkov, who left as the last commander of the fleet, looked at Bai Mo's background and said softly.

"If we are destined, we will see each other again." At this time, Bai Mo, who had been corroded by the power of the black and white swords, turned his head with his face that could make people with intensive phobia die on the spot, instead of growing a face on the back of his head.

Watching the last Daqian leader ship leave, Bai Mo's right hand that was overclocked by the quantum slingshot also burned to the end like a candle.

"I can be said to have bet it on the new era." Looking at the empty right arm, Bai Mo smiled, then used his left hand to casually open a space door, and flew in with his remaining body dragging the two swords on his chest.

The two big mouths behind the swords, which stretched for millions of miles, only "ate" an overclocked and scrapped quantum slingshot in the end, and were sucked into the space gate along with the two swords.

When the last trace of all this disappeared between heaven and earth, there was an explosion behind the door like a great collision between heaven and earth, and a few strands of light overflowed from the cracks of the collapsed space gate. Everything seemed to be over...

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"Is the spiritual energy level of Tianxuan Continent so low?"