Death: Captain Millennium

The scene changed again. Jesus was sucked into the world of death by a powerful suction force and he breathed a sigh of relief because he finally escaped Odin's pursuit.

"this world……"

Jesus muttered to himself, then expanded his divine consciousness to perceive everything around him. Under his perception, the world gradually revealed its mysterious veil.

What surprised him was that this was just a small world that had just been formed. It was filled with chaotic energy and had not yet been clearly differentiated. There was no trace of any living creature.

The miserable state of Jesus at this moment is unbearable to look at. His twelve wings, which symbolize holiness and glory, have now become tattered and rotten.

Golden divine blood continuously seeped out from it, and the remaining wings had become the source of his pain.

The festering twelve wings were soaking powerlessly in the original sea of ​​spirit particles, and in the deep abyss corroded by the holy blood, a mysterious existence was quietly gestating.

This embryo, later known as "Huleco Mundo", was like a seed in the darkness, waiting for the opportunity to break out of its cocoon.

Jesus, who had been wandering in the long turbulence of time and space for a full 30 million years, finally touched the world will of the world of death for the first time at this moment.

It was a ball of brilliant starlight tightly wrapped by the amniotic membrane, like the most dazzling pearl in the universe.

It pulsates regularly with the heartbeat of the world of death, and each beat seems to convey some unknown information and power.

"I see……"

Jesus murmured to himself, a hint of sudden realization in his voice.

He thrust the broken holy nail in his hand into the sea of ​​spirit particles. In an instant, the originally calm sea surface suddenly became turbulent.

Accompanied by a violent roll, seventy-two huge pillars of hell slowly rose from the boiling waves and reached the sky.

At this moment, a strange creature suddenly crawled out with difficulty from the black blood flowing from the wound on Jesus' body.

This is the first Killian, and its appearance heralds the coming of an earth-shaking change.

The dazzling light illuminated the entire chaotic space, and those powerful creatures called "Daxu" by later generations were actually transformed from the dirty blood discharged from Jesus' body.

At the same time, Jesus also witnessed the birth pangs of world consciousness.

In the depths of endless chaos, a golden thunder suddenly split the sky and the earth.

The golden thunder, carrying the breath of destruction and damage, raged across this new world.

Jesus' face was as pale as paper, his body was shaking constantly, and he huddled like a candle in the wind in front of the gate of hell that exuded endless darkness.

He flapped his three remaining wings, which shone with a faint light, with all his might, trying to wrap himself tightly.

However, even this could not conceal the fear that was spreading deep in his heart.

Because at this moment, he was shocked to realize that the law of causality contained in this brand new world that had just been born was like an extremely ferocious beast, opening its bloody mouth and ruthlessly devouring his originally supreme, sacred and inviolable divinity.

"No...it shouldn't be like this!"

Jesus' voice was filled with pain as he stretched out his hands and desperately tore at the thick chains growing from his spine.

These chains twisted and wound like poisonous snakes, and each section flashed with a strange green light. They were obviously condensed from the miasma that permeated the depths of hell.

The other ends of them are firmly connected to the bottomless core of hell.

At the same time, the fragment of Gungnir left by Odin, which Jesus held tightly in his palm, began to become scorching hot, as if it was about to burn.

Although this fragment may seem insignificant, it is the only powerful weapon in the entire universe that can sever the complex causal relationship before our eyes.

However, the price to pay for using it is equally huge - once the power contained in it is released, the precise coordinates of one's location will be exposed instantly, attracting countless unknown dangers. It is simply a death spell.

Jesus endured an unimaginable 25 million years of long and painful suffering.

As endless time passed, a shocking event took place - a baby wrapped in brilliant starlight was born in the core area of ​​the vortex of the Lepton Sea like a miracle in the universe.

At this moment, Jesus, who has just undergone the third shedding of skin, is appearing before this fantasy world in a brand new posture.

Beneath his newly born pale skin, the holes left by the holy nails were actually flowing with a black tide unique to Hueco Mundo.

Jesus gazed from thousands of miles away at the baby who was tightly entangled in dense threads of cause and effect.

In this one glance, he understood the mysteries of all things in the world, and finally understood what kind of extraordinary existence the "Spirit King" chosen by the world consciousness was.

The so-called "Spirit King" is not a living being in the ordinary sense at all. It is more like the world rules itself that are presented after the entire world of death is materialized!

Faced with such a shocking discovery, Jesus could not help but murmur to himself: "What a perfect holy medicine..."

Greedy desire, like a ferocious beast, instantly took over Jesus' heart.

After more than 50 million years of torture, his injuries were still not completely healed, but when he saw the Spirit King for the first time, he did not hesitate to have the terrible idea of ​​devouring him.

So Jesus spent a full hundred years carefully training the first generation of Quincy.

He skillfully used the spirit particles contaminated by the holy blood to build a magnificent "Temple of Light" that echoed the Palace of the Spirit King.

This temple not only symbolizes his desire and pursuit of power, but also serves as an important cornerstone for him to realize his ambitions.

As the infant Spirit King, still in his cradle, began to unleash his powers to weave the laws that would influence the Three Realms, the gleaming, cold-light Lance of Longinus in Jesus' hand pierced his chest like lightning...

The Spirit King, who had just been born into this world not long ago, was still in a state of ignorance. How could he have expected that there would be other living beings in this vast world?

Just when it was completely defenseless, the spear emitting a cold light came rushing at it like lightning and instantly pierced through its fragile chest!

In an instant, the will of the world also felt the pain of the Spirit King. The originally clear sky suddenly became overcast, and then a blood-red rainstorm poured down.

Raindrops as big as beans fell on the ground, splashing blood-red water, and the whole world was dyed a heart-pounding red.

Thick bolts of lightning danced wildly in the air like angry pythons, emitting deafening roars from time to time, as if they were going to tear the world apart.

A howling wind swept past, bending the trees and flattening the flowers and plants. The shrill sound of the wind was like the world wailing in sorrow, mourning for the fate of the Soul King.