They all call me an Outer God.

But at this moment, no one felt the slightest pity.

Finally, Ria staggered to his feet from the smoke and dust, his eyes filled with crimson. He opened his mouth wide, and horsehair worm-like threads suddenly surged from his throat, twisting into huge, translucent centipedes that struggled to escape.

But then, His back suddenly tightened.

The centipede turned its head and saw that the inhuman-looking Ria had already grabbed its body tightly and was giving it an ambiguous look.

Gherosten erupted in fury: "You think you can catch me? You think you can stop me? No matter what futile struggles humanity makes, the end will still come on time, and your demise is only a matter of time—"

“All you angels who submit to me, act now.”

"And Perlmand, didn't you want to become the angel of Meme One? Now it's your time to show yourself, kill them!!!"

In that instant, He actually wanted all six of His own angels to self-destruct together. Upon hearing this, Perlmand emerged from the shadows with a grim expression.

Rather than emerging, it was more like being dragged and forcibly pulled out by the silk threads.

His body had been corroded beyond recognition, with bulging muscles and blood vessels pulsating on the surface, making him look exactly like a zombie without skin.

If he were still a smart man, if he had even a shred of reason left, he shouldn't have listened to Geherus. Using Meme Two's power, which was almost as close as Meme One's, to fight against all the angels was simply the most foolish thing imaginable.

Although Ria did the same, his situation was special, and he was a relative. If a fight were to break out, the angels would certainly not have the same patience for Perlmand as they did for Ria.

Right now, his best course of action is to seek the help of the angels to break free from Gherros's control and prove his own innocence. Black marketeers are smart people and rarely do anything irrational.

But Perlmand's desire to become an angel had long surpassed his pursuit of life and death.

He is indeed pitiful, but in this extraordinary world, being pitiful is the least deserving of sympathy.

Perlmand stared at Jamildon, who had taken human form, his eyes flashing with hatred: "You were the ones who promised to cure my illness, but none of the thousands of plague doctors could do it. On the contrary, it was you who ordered James to kill me when you realized I was out of control."

"Those despicable liars, a bunch of quacks."

Jamildon didn't respond to him, but instead picked up the scalpel in his hand and gestured towards the other person's neck: "You are very ill and need immediate treatment."

"I'm not sick! You're all sick! Everyone in this world except me is crazy!"

He screamed hysterically, his supernatural abilities filling every meridian in his body, making him look like a special specimen preserved in formaldehyde, with glowing nerves.

But anyone with eyes can see his intentions—

He was about to self-destruct, which involved compressing the extraordinary factors inside his body to the extreme. When they were compressed to their limit, they would explode violently due to the repulsive force between them. The self-destruction power of a meme-2 extraordinary person was even comparable to a nuclear explosion.

After all, supernatural abilities are not pure things; their appearance often means pollution.

Perlmand's statement brought some comfort to Geheros. Today, all it would take was to expend the followers of the Radiant Sun to severely injure or even kill many of the angels present. This deal was simply too good to be true.

The angels who represent the rules can be reborn as long as they do not perish in accordance with the rules, but so what? Their rebirth process is always long, and they have enough time to recover.

"Destroy them!" He declared proudly, spreading his arms wide.

"Let there be light in the world."

And so the world was filled with light in an instant.

The blinding light swept past the eyelids and everything that obstructed the view of all living beings. Even the blind man's vision of emptiness transformed into a striking white that was enough to make his eyes bleed.

This was a harbinger of destruction. Gherros grinned as he watched his adversaries' expressions change drastically in an instant, and they hastily employed various means to fight against annihilation.

At this point, no one was allowed to rest easy. If the self-destruction of six angels was not met with an immediate and overwhelming force, they would most likely be blasted to smithereens. Gherros was an extremist.

He wants everyone to die, everyone.

The sky turned pitch black, a harbinger of dawn.

The world was filled with a ghastly white light; this was also the moment of annihilation.

At this moment, many people are not even aware of what happened. They may have been eating, sleeping, playing with relatives and friends, or being affectionate with their loved ones just a second ago. But God pressed the shutter, and everything was frozen in this instant.

At that very moment, Gherros relinquished control of Ria's body. His consciousness emerged from Ria's body, materialized, and then pushed him towards the center of the explosion.

Time seemed to slow down infinitely at this moment, and everything in front of her was played frame by frame like an old film reel. Ria turned around and saw Perlmand staring at her fiercely, but then noticed that his gaze suddenly turned sad. It was Sofia.

"We can't win."

Ria couldn't hear his voice, only see his mouth moving in slow motion. Perhaps influenced by Jamildon's power, everything became so slow, but he couldn't defy the passage of time, nor could he change the inevitable ending.

They could only witness everything unfold as if they were being slowly tortured to death.

At that moment, it seemed as if he saw a lot.

The queen, feigning composure on the throne in the capital, telling everyone not to panic while she herself was terribly flustered and delirious; Hephaestus, furiously dismantling the Church of the Rising Sun; the crowd taken to the Order Association for refuge; the association's high-ranking members, anxiously biting their nails...

He also saw many inexplicable memories.

The original owner first met his mentor, then he was stuffed into a coffin and closed his eyes, a fish was caught by a sea anemone and struggled, a famous opera singer was pelted with rotten eggs because of a mistake, a seed finally sprouted in a crack in the rock, and the newly born extraordinary creature finally caught its first meal...

A jumble of memories and images flooded his mind; Lia knew this was probably a revolving lantern.

The divine essence once contained billions of souls, and these are their memories, serving as a warning that they are about to disappear.

After this death, according to the blessing of the Angel of Life and the authority of death, Ria will still exist in the world, but that is all; it is unknown in what form she will exist.

Perhaps he will become a wisp of smoke, a ball of fire, and continue to witness the coming of the apocalypse.

(End of this chapter)