[Comprehensive] Playing off again

"Help--"

"Mom, mom! Woooooo, mom!"

"Go away, don't get in the way!"

This is the spectacle of destruction.

The flames were burning fiercely, and the excessively high temperature distorted everything that the naked eye could see. The screams continued one after another, and they had no other purpose except to spread panic.

Elam sat on the top of the church tower and watched all this.

Far beyond the eyesight of ordinary people, it allowed him to have a panoramic view of the scene thousands of miles away.

The one crying and unable to walk is the captain of the guard in the city; the one crying and drooling for mother is the richest businessman; The bishop of ... ... all kinds of appearances, everything.

Elan sighed contentedly and melancholy.

Destroy it, destroy it!

This melody is so beautiful, yet so rare and short-lived that he has to cherish it.

No one noticed the boy on top of the tower.

Black hair and black eyes, handsome appearance, this is a person who will never be ignored, but in such a disaster, no one has the heart to pay attention to the surroundings, or even if they pay attention, they can't see it. ——The gap between gods and humans cannot be bridged.

Can kill a god, only another god.

Elan raised his eyes and said hello: "You're here, Phil."

That was a stunning enough figure.

With silver hair and silver eyes, and a splendid face, if Elan's appearance is the bewitching darkness, this person is the light enough to be worshiped by any existence, and he is indeed the embodiment of light——

The first god born in this world.

He is the God of Light and the God of Creation.

Correspondingly, Elan is the God of Darkness, and also the God of Destruction.

The eyes of the silver-haired god passed through many obstacles and looked towards the end of the world.The flames of war raged.War, blood, and flames are the nourishment of the Dark God. Destruction happens all the time, and Elam strengthens every moment. Destruction is always easier than creation.

The hunting wind blew the long hair and robes, silver and black intertwined and scattered behind the two, like fate.

Phil raised his hand.

In the air, something heavy and indescribable seemed to appear. It seemed to be a moment, and it seemed to be as long as tens of millions of years. The power had turned into a flood that destroyed the world.

The water is surging, sweeping the world.

The flames were extinguished, and humans were not spared either.

"Help--"

"Mom, mom! Woooooo, mom!"

"Go away, don't get in the way!"

familiar melody.

Elan was puzzled: "I just ruined more than half of it. If you do this, you will ruin it all."

The silver-haired god turned to him, with no fluctuation on his holy face. In Elan's memory, his twin god seemed to have never had any emotions, and was perfectly like a creature born with a certain will.Phil's words are always majestic, and his expression is always compassionate, no matter what he is saying or doing.

"What is filthy should be washed away."

"With you here, I cannot create the world."

"Fall."

I don't know how many attacks containing the source of light enveloped the dark god who was close at hand.

Alan's eyes widened in surprise.

Light illuminates all things and makes them grow, but for darkness, it is poisonous.The source of darkness that constitutes the divine body overflows uncontrollably, competing with the light.

If a mortal could look up at the sky at this time, he would be able to capture this magnificent scene——

Light and darkness erode, merge, and transform each other, and the blue sky has long since lost its blue, leaving only silver and black. The aftermath of the collision disperses to the surroundings, and the ripples are beautiful enough to make people cry.

Elan felt the pain.

This is a sign that the source of darkness dissipates, and the source of light is about to directly touch the body.

The face of the silver-haired god was calm, as if he could calm down until the world collapsed. Elan raised the corners of his lips and stretched out his hand——

In the darkness, there is a faint glimmer of light.

A small light came from nowhere, flickered, and was held by a slender white hand.

It's called hope.