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Chapter 1737 The Death of Noctis (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

A dazzling bolt of lightning descended from the sky, carrying the power to tear through space and time, rushing toward the place where He Ao stood.

Heo raised his head, glanced at Noctis in front of him, and his entire body instantly disappeared from the spot, dodging the lightning.

But at the same time, Noctis appeared beside him, raised his hand, and slapped his neck.

Heo's body suddenly turned to dodge the attack, but Noctis's hand followed like a leech, relentlessly pursuing his body.

Seemingly noticing the doubt in He's eyes, Noctis laughed and said, "Aren't you surprised that my strength level isn't that of an ordinary person?"

He raised his hand, his palm forming a claw, and his entire body streaked across the sky like a streak of light. "Outside, I am indeed an ordinary person that you can crush with a flick of your wrist, but in this space, I am the absolute controller, and my power is even stronger than yours."

The moment his words fell, his palm swept across the void, tearing apart the surrounding space and spreading towards He Ao with dark cracks.

The appearance of that crack was almost identical to the spacetime rift that He Ao created outside the planet.

He suddenly pulled away, dodging the cracks.

“What you can do outside, I can do here,” Noctis’s laughter echoed from the source of the rift, accompanied by a tearing sound. Countless spacetime rifts exploded around Heo, like bizarre blooming flowers. “And I do it even better than you.”

Looking at those spacetime rifts, He Ao's body flickered and suddenly retreated, and the rifts followed him, retreating sharply.

The next instant, he appeared beside Noctis.

"Shifting the blame eastward? Child's play." Noctis scoffed, raising his hand to grab Heo's neck as he charged forward.

At the same time, the densely packed spacetime rifts also chased after him, reaching his side, bypassing him, and blocking He Ao's escape route.

He looked at He Ao with a slight smile on his lips, "Putting aside the factor of luck, you're just an eighteen-year-old greenhorn. In terms of life experience and combat experience, how can you compare to me?"

As they spoke, He Ao's neck almost touched his palm, as if he were offering himself up.

“I told you, you were just lucky,” he chuckled, took a step forward, and grabbed He Ao’s neck. “As long as your consciousness dies here, I will devour your consciousness, and everything you have will belong to me.”

However, his outstretched hand missed its target. The neck he had imagined being strangled did not appear. Instead, countless spatial rifts arrived in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, a tremendous force slammed into his back, sending him flying and crashing into those spacetime rifts.

In that instant, he suddenly raised his hand, and the spacetime rifts quickly disappeared, but a few remained, scraping his skin as they passed by, leaving a few faint wounds.

There was no blood visible beneath the wound, only a faint, hazy gray glow.

"Shouldn't your abilities remain outside?" Noctis turned to look at Heo, a hint of surprise flashing across his face.

“This isn’t ability,” Heo said calmly, looking at him and shaking his head. “It’s just some pure fighting skills.”

Aside from being unable to contact supernatural objects, most of his power actually remained in his body outside, or rather, was isolated from the outside world by that invisible 'wall'.

Even his super memory ability is greatly weakened here; what is projected into this space at this moment is only his core consciousness.

If it weren't for this, Noctis wouldn't dare to appear before him at all.

His gaze swept downwards, passing over Noctis's wounds, and a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes.

It seems that, in this space, the core consciousnesses are, in a sense, 'equal'.

Noctis can kill Hoo, and Hoo can kill him.

Noctis's position in this space is probably equivalent to that of a martial angel in the world where he attains enlightenment. He can control the power of the world to a certain extent, but he is not omnipotent like a god.

He glanced at Noctis's wound again; it showed signs of healing, but not very quickly.

Well, it's not as good as the Martial Angel. At least the Martial Angel can get a constant stream of support from the world, and as long as it stands on the ground, its body will recover quickly.

However, the world itself is an independent entity, while this space is merely a spell deep within Noctis's soul, and therefore cannot be compared.

As Heo pondered, Noctis was also watching him, his face somber. "I admit, you did have something to offer for being chosen, but that's all there is to it."

The moment he finished speaking, He Ao suddenly felt his consciousness pause.

It felt as if countless tiny blades had pierced his soul, his consciousness, separating his spirit from his memories, and dividing his flesh from his blood.

In that instant, his body, his self, seemed to be shattered into countless tiny fragments.

"Let me out!" "Let me out!" "I don't want to be crowded here!"

The moment these fragments were separated, new consciousness began to emerge, and each fragment began to develop its own self.

His flesh and blood began to twist, and his body began to mutate.

Countless murmurs and deliriums exploded in his mind, impacting his ego and consciousness. In this noisy 'sea of ​​consciousness,' he felt as if he were being rapidly torn apart and twisted.

His entire body froze on the spot, and his vision gradually blurred.

Fine lines of light appeared on his body, revealing countless cracks.

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A round of applause rang out in front of him.

Noctis raised his head, looked at Heo, and slowly walked over, smiling slightly. "Did you think I've been talking to you all this time because I've been holding it in for too long and have an overwhelming urge to confide in you?"

He stood before He Ao and sneered, "Do you know that from the moment you entered this space, your fate and destiny were already sealed? As you surveyed this space, its power was also eroding you."
"What's wrapped around you now is the core power of this space."

“I told you, compared to me, you’re just a lucky kid.”

A faint smile spread from the corner of his mouth, stretching all the way to his ears. "What do you think I'm going to do to you? Kill you? And then, use my mortal consciousness to devour your consciousness? Do you think I have no knowledge of mysticism at all? Then I'll just be corrupted by your madness and turn into a crazed monster."

He raised his hand, his fingers sliding through the air, tracing the cracks in He'ao's body. The flesh separated by the cracks was writhing rapidly, frantically trying to leave He'ao's body. "I will cut you into countless pieces, then kill them piece by piece and eat them."

He looked up at Heo and said, “Then I will inherit everything from you, your power, your supernatural artifacts, and devour the stakes that those behind the scenes have placed on you.”

He paused slightly, raised his head, and glanced at the sky.

The sky, which had been filled with distorted clouds and rosy light, was now rapidly becoming transparent, revealing a blurry and hazy scene.

On one side of the scene is the edge of a blue planet, and on the other side is a huge spaceship.

The spaceship was now very close to the edge of the planet and was still rapidly approaching it.

“It is regrettable that this planet is about to be destroyed,” Noctis said, looking down at Hoo. “But it doesn’t matter. I will take everything from you, inherit everything from you, and leave this space-time. In this vast universe, I will find a new world and enjoy the rest of your eternal life.”

As he spoke, his grin widened, extending to the back of his head, and his smile grew increasingly intense.

“You believe in these unseen forces so much,” Heo looked at him and spoke slowly, his voice hoarse with laughter, “How can you be so sure that you are controlling them, and not that they are controlling you?”

"At this point, do you still want to sow discord in my mind?" Noctis stared at the increasingly large cracks on Heo's body, his smile fading slightly. "Of course I know there's something wrong with these powers. The reason I haven't been able to possess any supernatural powers all these years is because of them."

He gazed at Heo quietly. "If I hadn't been constantly troubled by these powers, why would I be so eager to seek your power? Why would I come here and risk my life?"

His lips curled into a smile again. "You should know that I originally planned to wait until you and the power of those Outer Gods perished together before coming out to collect your body. That would have been much safer, but it would have inevitably meant losing most of your belongings and power."
"Moreover, I also have to face the attack from Li Cheng, whose mental state is already off. Even if I successfully snatch your talent sequence from Li Cheng, I will not be able to digest all the talent sequences you left behind. I can only rely on these invisible forces in my soul to control them."

He gazed at He Ao, a smile still playing on his lips. "So you really are smart, that's something I have to admit."

"In such a short time, you guessed the flaws in my prophetic abilities, guessed that I cannot predict the entire future, and can only try to make the future I want appear."

"At the same time, you guessed my troubles and purpose, and tailored such a 'trap' for me, forcing me to walk out. No wonder there are people willing to invest in you. You are really, really smart."

He paused, then grinned and sneered, "But clearly, you lost your bet."

He stared at He Ao, then began to circle around He Ao's body. "I know you carry some kind of secret. Every time I look at your future, I only get some vague scenes, and the future scenes I see are far fewer than others. I can't see many of your possibilities."

“I know you’re gambling. You’re betting that I’ll come out. You’ve deliberately set a trap and deliberately shown weakness, just to make me ‘take a gamble’ and see if I can gain a bigger profit.”

His gaze remained fixed on He Ao. "To be honest, I hesitated for a long time because no matter how I looked at it, there was almost no chance of me succeeding in this incident. In almost every vague future I could see, you would kill me."

"I can't see the whole future, I can only see some of the more likely futures, but even so, my failure rate in these futures is too high."

“In all the years I’ve gained power, I’ve never taken such a radical risk.”

“A year ago, I would never have taken this risk.”

"But I have to say, the bait you offered was far too tempting,"

He stopped, looked at the spaceship in the sky above, and sighed, "This world is indeed going to be destroyed, and I have no other choice."

He lowered his head, his gaze settling on Heo's cracked profile, staring at the fissures. "If I just wait for you and the power of the Outer God to perish together, I will eventually be unable to break free from control."

He shook his head, slightly increasing the distance between himself and He Ao as he looked at him. "However, being able to see the future does have one advantage: I can always try to push the future toward the best future that I can see, and turn low-probability events into high-probability events."

He Ao didn't respond to him, but just lowered his head, his eyes cloudy.

The cracks on his body gradually shimmered with an invisible gray light, and the pieces of flesh separated by the cracks twisted and writhed even more violently.

Those flesh and blood were essentially the evolution of He Ao's core consciousness, and at this moment, his core consciousness was collapsing.

Seeing this, Noctis seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief. He looked at Heo and smiled, "Your consciousness will eventually collapse at this moment. In the end, I have won."

He looked at He Ao and said, "Of course, I know you can't speak now. After all, with the willpower of a young kid like you, you can't withstand this level of madness."

He sighed deeply, gazing at He Ao's distorted and torn face. "It's a pity you won't hear me tell you the whole reason for your failure."

He put his hands behind his back and shook his head. "Actually, sometimes being alone can be really lonely."

“Actually,” He Ao, who had been keeping his head down, raised his head, his cloudy eyes regained their clarity, and a faint grayish-purple glow covered his pupils.

He calmly gazed at Noctis, seemingly oblivious to the twisting and mutation of his own body. He simply sighed, "You've always prided yourself on being the one who places the bets, but how can you prove that you weren't the one being bet on?"

Upon hearing this, Noctis's expression changed slightly, and then he turned and ran without hesitation.

The scene he was in at this moment was not the one he had seen in the future.

This is not the future he wanted!

This empty space began to collapse rapidly.

But at such close range, his escape was futile; a twisted, giant hand had already grabbed his shoulder.

He tried to draw upon the power of this space to empower himself; the invisible gray light flickered, but it was all on He Ao's body.

The core power of this space is currently dividing He Ao's consciousness and can no longer support him.

“Do you know,” a calm but hoarse voice sounded behind the old man, “that you have been trying to guide the future, trying to control the fate of others, but you have no reverence for the future and fate.”

"you--"

boom--

Noctis was about to say something when a hand pierced through his back, penetrating his body and seizing a phantom gray core within him.

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