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Xue Law: "..."

This time, I experienced her life from Fugg's perspective.

Her life was remarkably simple: studying, and... researching magic elements!
Without romance, without dramatic events, and without settling down, this girl's life was completely changed from that day on.

She had actually resented her father before, because when she was only 4 years old, her father resolutely abandoned her to the United Front and embarked on a highly classified secret mission.

Back then, she saw other children being picked up and dropped off by their parents every day, receiving care and love. Yet, even in their parents' arms, they would still throw tantrums, trying to get what they wanted through this method.

But I have nothing.

On one occasion, she was bullied by others; a small group of people from another race cornered her and said, "You're an unwanted child!"

She fought fiercely with those squid-faced guys, and although she didn't win, she managed to smash several of their faces.

The next day, she expected to be punished, but instead, she received news that the children who had blocked her way had been expelled.

A person whom the principal greatly respected led her to the principal's office and said gently to her, "Your father didn't abandon you. He became a secret agent and is going to carry out a very, very important mission, so you have to be good and not let your great father down!"

That day she realized that her father had not abandoned her, but was going to carry out a very important mission to protect her and give her a better future.

So, during the long holiday, I had a few opportunities to visit my parents and get to know the uncles and aunts who were with my father.

She even became a big star at school because of her paintings and her usual performance.

As the days went by, she gradually became a "little painter".

Meanwhile, her father also had to go on a mission. They agreed that on that holy day, her father, as a secret agent, would go to the school to attend her speech as an outstanding student.

However, they did not come that day.

All the children's parents came, but none of them showed up.

She was furious, she cried, she was in pain, but in the end, what awaited her was her father's medal and the truth...

Ishan and Domini's team successfully reached the altar planet and completed the ritual, as evidenced by their scattered logs and the King's Amulet, but... none of them survived...

This is not a path with choices. For the sake of their children and their future, a father chooses to face the natural disaster head-on, burning with the love he has kept hidden all his life and with his own life to fight against this global catastrophe, so that the children behind him can grow up safely.

Yes, Yishan and the others didn't have a choice from the beginning. They either completed the mission successfully or became deserters, fleeing to the rear and waiting for the day when they could no longer escape and the entire universe was swallowed by the Great Void.

However, not a single member of the 13th Expeditionary Team escaped.

So from that day on, she died completely, and what survived was a creator of gods.

One who wants to recreate the King.

This idea became the entire meaning of her life, her lifelong pursuit.

She spent her entire life traversing the stars and finally found the original formula and magic potion of the god of all machines. From this moment on, the grand movement to create a god officially began.

She studied all the data about the birth of the King, analyzed the nature of magic essence, and explored the secrets of the subspace.

She and others jointly established a massive organization, gathering countless followers and resources, all of which were devoted to the ultimate goal of "creating a god".

By presenting the threat that "the monarchy can only last for a hundred years and cannot trap the Great Void for long," she successfully attracted more resources and investment, more talent, and more technology.

She was a genius and a madwoman. Even after the United Front disbanded, she still managed to personally explore an alternate dimension that was attached to the real universe but completely separate from it.

This is the subspace, the area covered by the magic base plate where the Venerable King was born.

Perhaps even the god of all machines who calculated this formula could not have imagined that this foundation could create "the King".

As her research into the magic element deepened, Fuge realized that the original purpose of this foundation was to cut out the void in the universe.

But in the end, it turned into the arrival of the King.

However, the calculations of the God of Machines were not wrong; the Great Void of the Universe was indeed cut out, and this place is now called the Subspace.

Following the warp, Fugger found traces of the 13 expeditions that had once been there, and she also collected the scattered remains.

And beside the wreckage, there was a rough and immature amulet for protecting the king.

She even ventured to the deepest part of the subspace, to a place once known as the "Altar Star".

Here, she did not find her father's remains, only a royal amulet and a sacred tree.

Further ahead, there was only the endless sub-space barrier, within which lay the realm of the Venerable King and the void.

At that moment, she understood.

"They're not dead..."

"They have simply become part of the King..."

"What if... we could create a 'new god'?"

"If a new god is used to replace the duties of the 'King' and seal away the void, then... can they be freed from their divine thrones and 'go home'?"

Thus, with the Primal Magic Jar of the God of Myriad Machines, a massive movement to create a god officially began.

Trying again and again, failing again and again...

She had almost touched the boundaries of the laws; she designed a theoretically feasible blueprint for a "new god," a blank container that would transform the magic pot of the god of all machines into one capable of bearing the authority of the universe.

However, she failed.

again and again.

No matter how she replicates the ritual from back then, or how she gathers energy, what she creates is merely an empty shell or an uncontrollable monster. The miracle forged by the prayers of 2 trillion galactic beings and the souls of thirteen pioneers cannot be reproduced by any technological means.

She lacked the most crucial core: that unreserved, selfless "love" that is willing to sacrifice for protection, and the unified prayer that erupts from all life in the universe in the face of adversity.

This is the most crucial step, but now, this step may never be completed.

The united front has been completely disbanded.

The civilizations that had once united, worked together, and risked their lives for tomorrow began a destructive war.

A devastating cosmic war broke out, and at that moment, Fugger probably realized that he would never succeed.

War shattered a once-great civilization, and once Pandora's box was opened, no one could put on the brakes.

On her deathbed, on the altar planet at the edge of the warp, she lay in a cold laboratory, surrounded by the remnants of her countless failed attempts to create gods. These "new gods," which she had given hope to, were creations that should have been more in line with the "birth of a new god" than the Venerable King, but all of them failed.

She gazed in the direction of the Subspace King, her eyes filled not with relief, but with endless regret and unfulfilled obsession.

"Dad...I still...couldn't bring you home..."

Thus, Fugger, the sole descendant of the 13th Expedition, died.

She had no descendants or family; she dedicated her life to both the deification movement and the anti-war movement. Yet, she failed in both. The new gods were all monsters corrupted by demonic energy, the united front continued to crumble, and planet-destroying weapons flew rampant throughout the universe. Some even began to forget the crisis of the Great Void and started artificially creating miniature "Great Voids" to destroy others.

Perhaps the war will not end until everyone is destroyed.

Fug died, but her obsession was so powerful that it twisted with the "concepts" she had studied throughout her life and that permeated the edge of the warp, as well as the "new god shells" that were failures, and even the primordial magic jars of the former god of myriad machines, thus transforming into a pathetic and terrifying existence.

At the edge of this warp, on Altar Star, the site of the final ceremony of Expedition 13, a monster twisted to the extreme was born.

It has no fixed form, like a vast, grayish-white mist permeating the boundary between subspace and reality. It has no intelligence, no emotions, only the pure obsession of its creator until death.

Create a new god to replace the king!

Create a new god to replace the king!

Create gods, create gods, create gods!

Countless years passed, and the "Mist" gradually gained its own intelligence. After coexisting with the divine tree for countless billions of years, it began its own plan...

A new plan to create a god!
Since true gods can never be created through science, technology, and magic...

Then let's imitate the birth of the Venerable King, and arrange a birth ceremony exactly the same as the Venerable King's, with the birth of the Venerable King through the deaths of 13 Concept Apostles...

A new god to replace the King!
"Mist" and the divine tree with which he coexisted left the warp and came to this starry sea of ​​the future.

He will find the "Apostles" who correspond to the former Expedition 13, grant them supreme power and longevity, and bestow upon them the future of becoming gods!

He doesn't care who the other party is; He only wants to create a new god!
As for what happens after a god is created, that doesn't matter. Nothing matters. He was born here, and from beginning to end, He had only one purpose: ...

Create a god!

And this final altar was named...

The Mist Council!

……

As the scenes and truths unfolded before Xue Lude and the God of Order, both fell silent for a moment.

They only need to trace back to this point, because they already know the history that followed.

That monster created the Mist Council and modified the trees of Domini, turning them into "divine trees" capable of absorbing "magic essence" and bearing fruit.

At the same time, He began recruiting apostles and distributing divine trees, turning these apostles into the most wicked creatures in the universe, and the Mist Council into the most wicked organization of dogs in the universe.

Even the God of Order, who maintained order through full rationality, fell silent at this moment.

He even wondered if his father, the supreme king who reigned at the edge of the warp, the being embodied by the prayers of billions of stars, felt a trace of sorrow and silence from the depths of his soul when his gaze fell upon that "mist".

Perhaps the Venerable King wouldn't be like that. When he was the pseudo-Venerable King, he might still have humanity and think about many things. But now that he is infinitely close to the "New God" and has been named the "God of Order," his humanity is gradually disappearing. Eventually, he will become an existence where everything is for the primary purpose of "order."

Perhaps, the concept of "honoring the king" has been reduced to a philosophical concept that prioritizes the suppression of nothingness.

Perhaps in the eyes of the Venerable King, the Lord of the Mist, who caused the destruction of billions of lives and civilizations, is insignificant; on the contrary, Xue's Law and the Masquerade, who are corrupted by nothingness, are far more dangerous.

The God of Order, perhaps at this moment He still felt a trace of sorrow, but He was also glad that He could still have sorrowful emotions now, because once He truly took that final step, He would be like the 13 evil gods at the end of the warp, suffering eternal martyrdom there together.

They even planned to subtly steal a bit of the timeline in an attempt to alter the Lord of the Mist, but in the end, the God of Order and Xue's Law found it useless.

Regardless, Fug will begin her god-making plan, and once she starts...

The birth of the mist monster was then inevitable!

Just like the king and nothingness are two sides of the same coin.

Fug and the Lord of the Mist are two sides of the same coin.

Even Xue's Law criticized the God of Order's abilities, saying they were so unreliable, and they finally gave up on attacking the Lord of the Mist from the past.

The flesh and blood on their bodies, which were originally out of control, began to completely merge with Xue's Law. Having crossed timelines, they also understood that the flesh and blood of the Lord of the Mist was essentially the flesh and blood left over from the "new god's shell" created by Fug.

It's even possible that this flesh and blood contains the magical essence that dissolved the God of Myriad Machines.

However, after this flesh and blood completely merged with Xue's Law, Xue's Law completely combined it with the cursed blood.

Xue Dinglu didn't know what to name this newborn treasure, which was primarily made of the flesh and blood of the Lord of Mist and functioned with cursed blood.

Blood of God?

Or perhaps... the blood of hell?

【Blood of Hell (??? Rank): A brand new Noble Phantasm created by merging the blood and flesh of gods and retracing the path of the King. It can absorb all suffering, disease, pain, and even past regrets, and can grant people immortality and endless life. Under the highest level of blessing, as long as the blessed creature still has a trace of its own spiritual particles, it can be quickly reshaped.

Cost: Each use of Hell's Blood brings you one step closer to "godhood," and all your morality, humanity, thoughts, and consciousness will gradually crumble on the path to godhood.

Xue Law: "..."

Oh no! After spending my entire life fighting against undead monsters, am I about to become a completely new undead monster?

No, Xue's Law has clearly discovered a blind spot.

If he could create such a heaven-defying Hell Blood simply by stealing the flesh and blood of the Lord of the Mist, then the Lord of the Mist's true power...

No wonder the God of Order said that only by launching a divine war directly within the Lord of Mist could He take away this monster.

This immortality also gave Xue the confidence to face the Lord of the Mist.

The God of Order needs to fall into slumber again. A single fruit from the Divine Tree can only allow Him to clean up the mess left by the Starship Corps and perform a modification and upgrade of all systems. While He is asleep, the Starship Corps will not become blind.

According to the God of Order, Xue Lude should eat and drink well during this period, and He will take care of everything. All that is needed is for Xue Lude to be able to pierce the essence of the God of Order into the main body of the mist in the end, and then they will win.

With the Blood of Hell, Xue's Law states that as long as one is not erased by a true god, even if one is reduced to ashes, one can be resurrected.

"How much time do I have left?" Xue asked.

"It will be soon. In a few days to a few dozen days, we will be able to take action."

"Let it be that, for the complete peace of little Fug, the end of the Lord of the Mist has come."

Xue Dinglu nodded. He returned to his consciousness space, preparing to use his last moments to settle his affairs... Well, perhaps he didn't need to be so pessimistic.

However, when he returned to the consciousness space, under that divine tree, there was a vast sea of ​​flowers. Among the flowers, a middle-aged man covered in wounds lay in the flowers, seemingly asleep with a smile.

At that moment, Xue's mind exploded.

He never expected that even though his mother had stopped trying to rescue people, why would such an ancestor reappear in his consciousness?

Ishan, the vice-captain of Expedition No. 13! (End of Chapter)