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Chapter 115 The only second repairer in the world

In the vast ocean, in the depths of the flood that turned mountains and cliffs into the sea, a huge shadow swam quietly across. Two pairs of eyes burning with will-o'-the-wisps saw the sparkling flood and faintly saw the true God of Jehovah in the sky. .

Yahweh is clothed in white, and he cannot tell the difference between male and female, let alone his appearance.

After all, whether it is the Buddha or the true God, they are just a kind of existence higher than three-dimensional space, which can transform into thousands of clones, project the heavens and the world, and derive various classic biographies.

If you think he is majestic and majestic, he is quiet and solemn.

If you think he has a friendly face, he will smile brightly.

It all depends on the heart.

Jehovah naturally noticed this gaze. To be precise, when he came to Middle-earth, the gazes of all life subconsciously gathered on him.

It was as if the light of the world was coming from his body.

There are no stars and no tides.

"My most devout believers, there is no pain or sorrow in heaven. Flowers are blooming like brocade. I am here to take the purest souls among you to heaven..."

Beyond the three-dimensional discourse, a warm and approachable voice resounded in everyone's heart.

For the creatures of Middle-earth, this is the nectar that dries up the heart and nourishes the soul.

But for those demons who came across the border, it became a death knell, and the demons exploded to death, wailing endlessly.

Even those big demons who are tens of feet tall and make waves, their aura is instantly wilted, and most of the devilish energy on their bodies has been purified.

Many demons even changed their appearance and turned into snow-white beasts, rising on the waves and ascending into the heaven behind Jehovah.

"Huh?! Your real name is Yahweh? You have grown to such a scale that you have dragged down the entire Middle-earth world! Let me, the demon god who has been cast aside by thousands of planes, blow you up!"

A demon god with thousands of hands and faces, a bone dragon on his feet, and snake eyes all over his body supported the portal of the underworld, striding forward, full of demonic energy, hiding the entire sky in darkness.

In fact, the true god who gave birth to his own consciousness is a cancer to the world that gave birth to him.

There is a way to be strong without desire, and the sky is old if there is love. Every true god holds some kind of truth in the world, and the truth becomes a sharp sword when it falls into the hands of beings with feelings and desires.

A sword that can destroy heaven and earth.

Therefore, the demons who play the role of villains in the heavens and worlds are, in a sense, called scavengers. Once a world gives birth to a true god, they will be marked by the gate of the underworld.

A vigorous end-time battle is set off, and as a result, the gods often fall and the plane collapses. From then on, it becomes a time-space relic island, floating between dimensions.

In everything in the world, there are so many right and wrong, black and white, only standpoints.

"I said, let there be light."

The Lord's voice echoed in everyone's hearts, and then the sky cleared up, dispelling the night, and pressing the evil energy back to the surface of the demon god.

"Humph!"

The devil roared angrily, turned into a ball of black mist, and rushed towards Jehovah!
The battle between Yahweh and the demon god went beyond the three-dimensional level, and there was no aftermath like the eight gods moving mountains and filling the sea. Everyone only saw the sky as a mirror, with cracks appearing from time to time, and wisps of spatial turbulence drifted out.

Wherever the turbulent flow passed, Middle-earth was like a pancake, which was directly gnawed away, and a mountain and a river were missing.

Outside the Qingshan Mountains, wars raged, and the battle between gods and demons dyed half the sky red. From time to time, so-called believers abandoned their flesh bags and ascended to Jehovah's so-called Kingdom of Heaven, where they could live forever and enjoy boundless 'happiness'.

On the green hill, Sikong and Huowu sat and stood silently.

The end of the world seems to be inaccessible, and they are all blocked by the silent atmosphere of the two of them.

The heavy rain wet Huo Wu's hair, making her a little more sad and sad. It was hard to tell whether it was tears or rain, flowing down her cheeks.

Today's Huo Wu is no longer the queen who wields thousands of troops and controls the city-state.

Just a girl, a girl in love.

"If you want to fight, use the Holy Crown of Thorns." Suddenly, Sikong said.

The holy crown of thorns is formed from the tears of one hundred and one angels. It condenses all the divine power of the angels. In terms of preciousness, it is no less than the luck of the gods.

This is also the result of Sikong's ten years of collecting and setting up various strategies. He thought that he could use this to turn the clouds and storms in the final battle and dominate.

But he didn't want to be seriously injured in order to collect the precious blood of Christ, and it was difficult to maintain the mighty power of the holy crown of thorns.

Unexpectedly, Huo Wu shook her head, looked at the commotion in the distance, and said, "No more arguing, after 20 years of arguing, it's time to rest, let's sit with you again."

So, Sikong and the two seemed to be watching the sunset, the forest was completely dyed, and the battle of gods that broke out in the distance turned into a splendid fireworks.

The ferocious demon and the holy god became a shadow puppet show in front of the two, bursting out with romantic beauty.

The monstrous flood and the collapsed stone pillars turned into sand paintings, with an invisible hand outlining the corner of the wheel, presenting a thrilling artistic beauty to the two.

The heavy rain also played music for the two of them, and the birds hovering in the sky sang their cries, falling into their hearts.

"Can I tell you your name? The name in reality." Huo Wu's eyes were blurred, looking at the distance a little bewildered.

"Feel sorry."

The answer was a little heartless, just like Sikong's forced calm face.

In the distance, the fireworks ignited by the divine light became more and more intense. Some demon gods fell, and some gods were seriously injured.

The number of contestants has shrunk significantly, and now, there are probably over ten thousand.

A large number of demons came across the border and became a new force, dragging down the surviving contestants.

The death of Middle-earth has long been doomed by history. Except for Yahweh, no one survived. Even the entrusted gods had to ascend to the kingdom of heaven and become the servants of Yahweh forever.

And this is the ultimate goal of Jehovah.

Abandon Middle-earth, take everyone into your own heaven, and become your most fanatical source of belief.

Become, a raised pig or dog.

"Hahaha! I have been in seclusion in the mountains for 20 years, not involved in the world of mortals, and finally I, Zhulong, broke through to two dimensions!"

Suddenly, a burst of arrogant laughter came, and Sikong turned his head in some astonishment, and saw a person striding out from this green hill that used to stretch for thousands of miles, but now there are only a few hills left.

His face was gray and gray, his hair was stuck together and grew into clumps reaching his waist. He used a piece of animal skin to block it, and the primitive energy rushed towards his face.

Messy grass grew wantonly on the man's head, and a little mouse was running through the grass in a panic, creaking crookedly, as if wondering why his nest had run away.

"Huh? What's going on, I just said why my cave was flooded, why is there a flood?"

This person grabbed the mouse on his head and threw it away at will, and then saw the divine light in the sky, stared at him, rubbed his hands and said: "Even these gods who are only for the background have appeared, it seems that the game is about to end Already!"

"I, Zhulong, the only second-level maintainer in the world, should kill all directions and look down on all geniuses! What rocket class, elite class, all get down on the ground!"

This person walked vigorously, his eyes were full of brilliance, he noticed the two of Sikong, but he didn't care, he waved his hand: "You two, I give you two ways, either surrender and witness the legend of my candle dragon; or Death, be my stepping stone."

Hearing this, Sikong's mouth twitched, he stood up slowly, and smiled a little strangely: "Dare to ask this friend, is he the candle dragon in Master Su Ming's training class?"

Zhulong was puzzled: "You know me?"

"If that's the case, then you can die..." Sikong nodded and said seriously.

(End of this chapter)