Chaos Le Zilong's Journey Through the Heavens

When the whole world was shrouded in a gray rain curtain that corroded and assimilated all living things in the world, Ronnie's mind returned to its original state.

Ronnie slowly exhaled, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and looked at Soros.

"How's my new skill? Is it powerful?"

Ronnie laughed, completely unaware of Soros's disgusted expression.

"I don't know if it's powerful or not, but it's definitely weird," Soros said, rolling his eyes. "You're really going further and further down the path of being a jerk."

"I am a dragon, not a human."

Ronnie said, walked to Soros, put his arm on his shoulders, and couldn't help licking his face.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but after watching the gray rain just now, Soros always felt that Ronnie’s saliva also had the illusion of constantly wriggling and trying to drill into the target’s body. In short, it was quite disgusting.

Just as Soros wiped the place where Ronnie had licked him in disgust, Ronnie said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"You are my partner, my beloved. Everything about me will be open to you. Everything I can do, you can do too."

Ever since Ronnie regained his emotions, he has been sticking to Soros every night. What happened during that time can only be understood but not described.

Of course, if Ronnie was simply indulging in desire, Soros would definitely not agree.

Now, Ronnie's life essence is gradually approaching that of the Ancient Gods. Every night, Ronnie will share his knowledge, or his understanding of the life essence of the Ancient Gods, with Soros without reservation. Because this knowledge has Ronnie as a transit point, Soros will not be contaminated or eroded.

If Ronnie's behavior were replaced by the ancient gods, he would be creating followers, and these followers would be based on himself and create identical isosceles.

Although this isotope is almost identical to the ancient god, its abilities are somewhat inferior, but not by much.

Although the ancient gods who dwell in the chaos can do this, for some reason, they have never done so.

Whether it is to ensure the uniqueness of the ancient god himself or because he does not want to see another self, it is unknown.

Ronnie never thought about what would happen if Soros's life essence was transformed into another self, or whether it would affect himself. He only knew that Soros was his partner and his beloved.

Ronnie has always been open and honest with Soros, even his memories of his past as a human being and the system in his brain that is extremely important to a time traveler.

Although the system's presence is a bit low, Soros still knows that Ronnie has such a thing.

Looking at Ronnie's expectant look that said "give it a try", Soros rolled his eyes speechlessly.

"Forget it, I don't want to become like you."

"alright."

Ronnie shrugged, not caring, and turned to look at Baimo who was fighting fiercely on the other side.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I have to say, the knowledge that Plague obtained from the Ancient God is very interesting. Even I can't fully analyze it now. It seems to be a very advanced power of chaos."

"So, you just stand here and watch?" Soros frowned deeply as he looked at the surrounding ground that was constantly changing due to the aftermath of the battle.

"If this battle isn't resolved quickly, the planet beneath our feet will likely be shattered into cosmic dust."

Ronnie's gaze turned deep as he looked at the surging white foam, and there was an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth that ordinary people could not understand.

"Don't worry, life will find a way on its own."

Just as Ronnie said, Baimo is also evolving madly under the constant battle with the war.

Even though the war is also evolving at an incredible speed, his upper limit has been locked. The upper limit of this world is his upper limit. In comparison, Ronnie's upper limit is unknown.

Just as Ronnie was looking at the direction of the battlefield with relish, suddenly a wave of battle came from outside the world.

Ronnie raised an eyebrow and looked up at the sky.

"As expected, I knew that the plague's target wasn't just this world. The high and mighty gods were also its targets."

Soros ignored Ronnie's words and frowned deeply as he watched the escalating battlefield.

"Ronnie, hurry up and solve this, otherwise the whole world will be destroyed by those two guys."

"It doesn't matter. At worst, I can just live in another world."

Although Ronnie said this, he still started to act according to Soros's instructions.

The giant dragon's body suddenly disintegrated into countless gray-white substances, and like water flowing into a sponge, it entered the entire world and established connections with the creatures that were polluted into white foam.

After a barely perceptible buzzing sound, Ronnie established a connection with the white foam that transformed all living things. At this moment, Ronnie's will was the will of all living things in the world.

The first one to notice the abnormality was War. At this moment, he had evolved into an interstellar battleship almost the size of an entire continental plate. He could clearly perceive that the evolution speed of these white foams began to accelerate.

It was already incredibly fast, and was still accelerating exponentially.

As the color of the white foam gradually changed to grayish white, War's sensor, which had evolved to the molecular level, vaguely saw a grinning black shadow behind the planet beneath his feet.

The size of the black shadow has far exceeded the limit of observation by the naked eye. The head that can be seen clearly is much larger than the sun. I can't imagine how huge the body is.

In front of this black shadow, an interstellar battleship the size of a continental plate is not as big as one of its fangs. The black shadow only needs to open its mouth to easily swallow the current battleship.

The black shadow did the same thing. As its huge mouth opened and closed exaggeratedly, War was swallowed into its mouth without any resistance.

No matter how hard the war attacked, it could not break open the huge mouth.

As the black shadow turned into a wriggling gray-white flesh foam, the surface of the warship wrapped in it was covered with dense, twisting hyperplastic tissues like cancer cells, which madly drilled into it through the gaps in the warship.

The proliferating tissue that failed to penetrate the gaps continued to corrode and assimilate the surface of the warship.

Feeling threatened, the war resorted to self-destruction to eliminate these growths.

It would have been better if he hadn't done so. As a terrifying light like a supernova explosion flashed by, it was followed by a buzzing sound of inward exploration of space. It was obvious that War felt that the explosion of knowledge was not enough to eliminate these proliferative tissues, and it would be safer to slowly erase them at the spatial level.

In just a moment, a spherical area with a radius of millions of kilometers, centered on the war, became a vacuum, and both matter and space itself were reduced to nothingness.

In the void where countless spatial turbulences are raging, the war is resuming out of thin air at an exaggerated speed.

But the grayish-white hyperplastic tissue of Ronnie's incarnation also recovered out of thin air and clung to War's body, which had not yet fully recovered.

At the same time, the speed of these proliferating tissues is faster than the speed of war, as if they want to erode and assimilate him from within the war.

The metal is broken down, the energy is absorbed, even the newly born organism is rapidly assimilated and becomes a member of the proliferating tissue.

Even though War has analytical capabilities far beyond the world, he still feels powerless in the face of this unsolvable situation.

It seems that the evolutionary ability and immortality that he is proud of are just a joke in front of these proliferative tissues.

Even without the emotions of normal creatures, the war at this moment felt desperate.

This despair is not the fear of death, but the endless despair brought about by confusion about the evolutionary path one has taken.