Behead God: You will eventually become a god!

"This is... Si Guoyi?"

Chen Chen stood in the lonely open space of the ruins, staring blankly at the black figure in the sky, somewhat incredulous, and then shook his head.

"Impossible, that's the Great Xia God - Black Impermanence. Maybe they just look alike. It shouldn't be Si Guoyi."

The gap in strength between the two was like a chasm. After thinking about it for a moment, Chen Chen rejected his idea.

So he stopped looking at the sky and turned his head towards the ruined hut in front of him.

Looking at the small house where there should have been a bun shop, but now it has become empty...his heart also felt empty, as if he had lost something.

"The old man and I have known each other for only a few months, I think?"

Chen Chen asked himself, recalling the time when he first came to Cangnan, he still felt some emotions in his heart.

He sat on the ground and examined his inner self.

The memories of the past attacked him like a flood and touched him uncontrollably. Some things happened not long ago but were deeply engraved in his mind.

The past began to emerge:

The old man with a hunched back looked at him with a smile and prepared piles of delicious food for him... and then sat on the old bench, waiting for him to come back.

Being with the old man, I always feel inexplicably at peace, as if it is a kind of spiritual comfort.

Chen Chen still remembers that when he went back to spend the New Year with his grandfather last year, he promised: I will go back for the New Year next year... the year after next, and the year after that, and I will go back every year.

The silent promise will eventually be buried in the ruins...

Just as he was recalling the past, a translucent ring shining with silver light slowly appeared before his eyes, as if it came out of his body.

"This is?"

Chen Chen looked at the thing in front of him with some surprise. He was sure that he had never seen this thing before, but why did it come out of his body?

Confusion, suspicion, and curiosity appeared in his heart at the same time.

At this moment, the translucent ring suddenly burst into a dazzling light, as bright as the rising sun, and it was impossible to look directly at it.

Chen Chen closed his eyes tightly. He guaranteed that if he continued to look directly at this thing, his eyes would be blinded.

A large number of scattered points of light slowly emerged from the ring. The golden light, like a dazzling new star, enveloped the city with a strange ability that seemed to create everything in the world.

The disappearing city is gathering and solidifying bit by bit... until it becomes a complete building.

The roadside stalls, the disappeared traffic lights, zebra crossings, and everything else... just as if they had just disappeared, they miraculously returned again.

At the same time, the opening of a gray cloth bag in the distance was affected by some special force, and the souls inside were constantly breaking out of the bag.

Finally, the mouth of the cloth bag was broken, and the soul inside flew to where it belonged.

Miracles are happening...

Chen Chen's brain was clogged, and his eyes slowly moved upward from the dust on the ground until he saw the person in front of him...

"Xiaochen, why are you here? Aren't you in the army?" The old man was a little confused when he saw Chen Chen.

"Did you sneak back? That's not good. I tell you, if you want to stay in the army, you have to stay in the army and obey the military regulations. Do you understand?"

"I know, I know..." Chen Chen lowered his head and replied to the old man. He was afraid that if he looked up again, he would not be able to control his tears.

I was also afraid that my red eyes would be seen by the old man...

"Anyway, now that you're back, I'll go get you some food." After saying that, the old man turned around and prepared to go back to the house.

"No need, old man, we can just eat the buns."

The old man walking in front suddenly stopped, looked at the plaque of the bun shop in front of him, and then smiled slightly.

"Well, welcome home."

……

The vast universe.

In a huge gray meteorite crater on the surface of the moon, an angel king with a majestic face, six wings emitting golden light behind him, holding a huge golden sword in his hand, stood tall in the dead silence of the deep space.

The golden waves in his eyes surged in all directions like a tide.

Beside Him stood a long river of time and space that seemed to be barely visible, and above the river, a half-real and half-virtual human figure stood tall.

"You asked me to make the supreme artifact of miracle power... made by Kronos before. Was it for this child?"

Michael looked straight at Chen Chen through the vast space of three hundred thousand kilometers. His eyes condensed slightly, and there was a mist in his eyes.

"You can't see through him. He is my past, my future, and also my present." The shadow on the long river said vaguely.

"Isn't he from the same time and space as us?" Michael guessed.

"No, you are wrong. He is in the same time and space as you, and also in another time and space with me."

Michael simply stopped thinking about it and continued, "You told me before that he is a key figure, but his future is a mystery and I can't see through him at all."

"No problem." The man on the phantom made a hand gesture, and a mysterious Taoist pattern vibrated and sank into Michael's body.

At the same time, Michael seemed to be fixed by a tight hoop, like a statue.

After a while, He came back to His senses, with some astonishment still in His eyes. As He gradually digested the rhyme of Tao, He slowly said: "If the future is like this, it is not a problem to give him my law of miracles!"

"History will not repeat itself... Just as the past belongs to the god of death, the future still belongs to oneself." The phantom glanced meaningfully into the depths of the universe.

"I understand." Michael nodded, golden light surging, "I will watch him on the moon. I will be his protector as he grows."

"So good."

After the four words, the shadow, carrying with it the long river of time, seemed to have never been there, and gradually dissipated into the boundless universe.

The world fell into silence again.

The angelic figure on the moon is standing there as usual… both the patron saint of the earth and the gatekeeper of the moon.