818 The Man Who Robbed Pluto Marriage

In Prosser's calculations, it is impossible for the accident of the world's shell to be destroyed, but it just happened.

Because that's the "unexpected" he needs.

Let Gaia destroy the shell of the world, and then take the initiative to seek the rules and incarnate the rules, instead of being swallowed up by the rules unconsciously one day, filling up the unknown space plane at will, turning into a flower, a tall tree A tree, or simply something as sad as a stone.

If you want to fight and change, it is more suitable to be on the battlefield you are familiar with.

This is the judgment made by Prosser in an instant.

No matter what purpose he has, the outer layer of Chaos world is more suitable for "death" than some unknown place.

Gaia is an opportunity, but very dangerous.

Before making such a crazy and bold decision, Prosser was not at all sure that he could keep a subconscious mind in the torrent of rules.

But he succeeded.

He also woke up after being assimilated, with an independent will, but it happened to be a part of the rules.

Looking at his naked body, the current state is like a transparent human-shaped film covered with countless black lines.

They combine into the shape of gears, but they always run in a spiral shape.

Suddenly seeing that his body lost internal organs and more of these things... To be honest, he felt quite subtle, but then this trace of emotion faded away.

It's not that Prosser didn't pay the price. Although he regained his consciousness, the personal feelings that were forcibly suppressed by the rules at the beginning made his reaction very slow.

He is mentally like an old man who is getting old, lazily watching the passage of time, but he can't make any changes, and he is at peace.

His body is not old, but his mind is quickly smoothed out.

Rules don't require any changes even if there is self-awareness.

This seems to mean that the paradox is that Prosser will gradually lose his divinity.

It's useless for him to regain his consciousness, he will sink into the rules.

Don't want to move, don't want to do it, go with the flow.

Form the world with the surrounding "companions", maintain the world, and destroy the world when necessary.

He can be a ray of time, or a breeze.

It can be tangible or intangible.

He is everything, everything.

But not himself.

"That does not work!"

The sudden sense of crisis made him blurt out, but he immediately discovered that there is no such concept as sound here.

Because it is a rule in itself, don't you need rules to constrain it?

he thought.

"Such a contradictory and reasonable situation is more troublesome than I imagined."

Prosser spoke again, but the words only echoed, and only in his consciousness.

"very funny."

He licked the corner of his mouth and continued the previous words, the ambition in his eyes seemed to be rooted in the purest obsession in those golden eyes.

I don't know if it was a coincidence, but the rules of light that he had studied for tens of thousands of years as the god of light turned him into light at this moment.

"I'm not standing still!"

He forgot his blood, his drive, and his obsession with tens of thousands of years of struggle, but instinct is something that even rules can't get rid of.

Even if the emotions are blurred, he will not give up.

This is the belief deeply rooted in the soul of Prosser since birth.

"unique."

It is precisely because it is a rotten thing composed of countless pieces of meat that he has to be the only one.

Thinking of this, the spiral around him no longer floated quietly, but pointed the sharp end at him.

Prosser laughed wildly, with a strange expression on his pale and transparent face, he shouted: "Then come and try it out, in this battlefield, are you the one who devoured me and turned me into a part of the rules?" , or I became your master!"

At this moment, he transformed from his original companion into a foreign body.

Those who only know the rules of the running program by nature need to eliminate foreign objects to ensure that all companions can be combined in an orderly manner.

And now - #usThere's a traitor among us! #

Innumerable rules incarnate in a huge blur, which looks like a human form, but only has mental frenzy.

The human form is combined into a familiar figure, overflowing with divine power and enormous divine power. This level of absolute suppression makes Proser as insignificant as an ant.

"Because the rules don't have the ability to actively attack, did they capture my memory?"

Prosser looked up at the indescribable aura exuding in front of him. The thick divine power was comparable to a world, and the pure divinity was a pure and unparalleled puppet.

The most glaring thing is the light godhead that he has used for many years.

This is the Supreme God of Light who is several times stronger than himself in his heyday.

That is, Proser himself.

Slowly raising the corners of his mouth, his voice became blurred in front of him swinging the heavy fist.

"It's just cheating," he said.

In this pure white space, powerful divine power stirred up non-existent smoke and dust.

Prosser dodged the blow with a low cough, and the wings that appeared behind him took him into the air. Looking at the ground that was still intact under such force, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

"At this time, sand and dust should appear in accordance with the concept, but there is no cracked ground after the attack. While maintaining the appearance of rules, while eliminating the consciousness of rules actively attacking, this cannot be called a battle at all, but a kind of Phenomenon."

He calmly analyzed: "I am now fighting for life with invisible phenomena."

The flapping of the wings brought him to the depths of the space. His speed was so fast that he became a discordant white spot in the snow-white space in the blink of an eye.

The huge Supreme God of Light also spread its wings, and the puppet with the same appearance and charm of Prosser's past but completely different rules chased after it.

"flutter--"

The fluttering power of the 36 neatly stretched white feathers was completely different from Prosser's, and the ground groaned as if receiving a violent blow, but because of this, his speed was so fast that he almost caught up with the white light in the blink of an eye.

Prosser Feiyue feels that there is no boundary here, because it is where the rules are, so it is not appropriate to call this place a space or a plane.

"Ignorant."

Being knowledgeable, he had to admit that he couldn't give this place a proper name to easily define its existence.

It can only be simply said to be pure white, a color judged by the naked eye.

This piece of white looks like a flat plane, and it also looks like a three-dimensional figure with four sides. Maybe it is like a prism in a place he can't see, forming the most basic thing like the shell of the world.

At this moment, Prosser's curiosity made him ask another question.

"If the shell of the world is the rule, what is the 'shell' here?"

Rules over rules, what is that?

Prosser's body became lighter when he didn't notice, and he could easily avoid the puppet's pursuit.

Before, because he was frowning in the untouchable world, his divine power was not in a hurry to recover. After all, divine power has no effect on the engulfment of rules.

But in this world, he can actually understand how the rules exist, so he can do this.

Dodging the fist that was attacking with all its strength, this hand was like a mountain, but it was not as beautiful and slender as usual.

Avoiding the white light holy sword used by the puppet, in the countless fine sword shadows, the figure kept dodging so as to leave a vague afterimage.

When the power of light is gathered by puppets into the ultimate power of the size of the sun, this is not energy that can be summed up in terms such as forbidden spells, divine spells, etc., but a trick that is forcibly endowed with the concept of existence by the rules for the purpose of eliminating aliens.

This is a power that even God cannot use.

But it also means that Prosser can do it.

Because it was the self in his memory who was manipulating that trick.

That is to say, after his divine power is so strong, the tricks that the rules have given him the concept of existence are also universal.

He can do it too.

And then vice versa...

"Extremely extinct divine light."

Through dictation, the puppet finalized this power, and then issued it to Prosser.

The destructive light is supposed to penetrate the alien's body and destroy him.

but……

"Disappear."

Prosser smiled slightly, and the power of light of the same attribute made him open his arms, taking this unique and huge divine power into his body.

Once he did this, it became a result that the rules could not judge.

He said: "If it's a dark attribute, I can't do it like this. If it's another god, I probably can't do it either."

Even if it was his past self, for Proser, who is already a bright rule, any power of the same attribute comes from him.

So the failure of the puppet was expected.

Prosser laughed as if remembering something funny.

"I forgot, you can't do it."

That's right, it can't do it, it's a phenomenon, a rule that doesn't need to be active and operates quietly.

It can passively destroy Prosser in order to reject the alien, but in essence its existence has never been for the purpose of obliterating, and relatively, it has no active consciousness to eliminate the alien.

There are concepts such as killing, killing, and destroying gods, but they don't use them. They strictly follow the truth of destroying when they should be destroyed, and living when they should be alive.

Because that's the only reason for the rules to exist.

If it learns to take the initiative, it will lose the reason to operate quietly, the basis of the rules will be destroyed, and it will become an anomaly itself.

So the only response it can make is from Prosser on the opposite side.

His memory is its weapon, and it cannot choose gods that are malicious to Proser, so it uses the strongest god in Proser's memory to make puppets, and continuously strengthens this existence, becoming a weapon that Proser will never be able to defeat , endowed this existence with the mission of eliminating aliens.

But the conscious Proser and the unconscious rule that only operates according to instinct are fundamentally two realms.

What's more, the rule chooses the Supreme God of Light, how could Prosser not know his own weakness?

Even if it has been strengthened countless times, it is still him!

If he can't beat himself, Prosser will be laughed at generously, let alone...

——He can already be called a master.