Marvel: Starts with a Zanpakuto

Chapter 1485: I am omniscient, I am omnipotent

Touching that remnant body means...inheriting the Spirit King.

The full version of "omniscient and omnipotent" surpasses the power of the past, present, and future, and the authority of "forward" and "still" is placed in front of him three feet away.

The remnant body of the spirit king buried in the crystal stared at Lord with those lifeless, empty eyes.

Waves of movement from the depths of the soul, as if a sumptuous meal was served in front of a hungry person, constantly seducing his taste buds.

The soul secretes 'saliva'.

It is it, longing for the power contained in that remnant body.

get it!

take it away!

take it back!

Only in this way can we be "complete"!

Yes, the impulse from the soul seems to be longing for power, but what it really longs for should be completeness.

After seeing the remnant body of the spirit king, for some reason, there seemed to be a voice in his heart telling him that the "missing" part of himself was right in front of him.

"Suck... breathe..."

Lord took a deep breath and stood still.

To say that you are not tempted would be deceiving yourself.

But compared to this seductive power, Lord is more concerned about what kind of existence the system that has been with him and helped him grow to today is what kind of existence it is.

With strong willpower, he stopped half a step, and then asked again: "The system...answer my question, what are you?!"

【The host please touch the remnant of the "Spirit King" as soon as possible! 】

The system didn't seem to have an independent consciousness, and couldn't answer Lord's questions. It was just a rigid program that urged him to complete the task according to the pre-determined method.

"What if I... refuse?"

A cold light flashed deep in Lord's eyes, and he asked in a seemingly calm tone, as if he was asking.

[The task will be judged as a failure. 】

The system still replied without emotion.

"Then what?"

Lord slowly took half a step back, but his eyes were fixed on the crippled body to prevent any accidents: "What is the price of mission failure?"

This problem seems to be beyond the system's presets.

It couldn't answer the question, so fell silent.

Seeing this situation, Lord also knew that there was a high probability that the system really didn't know, so he thought about it, changed his angle, and asked, "Tell me, where did the Spirit King... come from?"

If you can figure out this problem, maybe you can figure out the system and its creators.

Lord held his breath and waited quietly.

But unfortunately, after waiting for a while, the system was still silent, unable to answer this question.

"This question...isn't it okay?"

Lord thought for a while, so he changed his angle and asked, "Who turned the Spirit King into what he is now?"

Silence, still silence.

Next, Lord tentatively asked many questions.

For example: Is the spirit king still alive? Are the Spirit King and God the same person? What does the Spirit King have to do with God? Is he still him after touching? And the final task of the system, what is it, and so on.

But all he got was silence.

Now, there seemed to be only two paths before Lord, either follow the system to touch the body, or turn around and leave.

It looks like there are two options, but in reality... there is only one.

Although the system didn't say the consequences of mission failure, it is known without thinking. The Chaos side headed by Nyarlathotep will awaken the sleeping terror and destroy countless worlds.

Even for the people he cares about, and the home where he doesn't know whether he can go back, he must choose to fight to the end.

"hehe…"

Lord smiled bitterly.

He raised his head and looked at the remnant body of the Spirit King in the crystal, with mixed feelings in his heart, he sighed heavily.

Hastur is right...

From the beginning, there is no author who writes the script of fate, everything is an inevitable choice.

That being the case... come on.

Lord took a deep breath, no more hesitation, no more hesitation, step by step up the white jade steps, towards the remnant body of the King Ling.

step…

two steps...

three steps...

clatter! clatter! clatter!

In the palace, the sound of footsteps echoed, and the young man in black finally stepped onto the top floor, facing the remnant body in the crystal, less than ten centimeters apart.

"If it's inevitable..."

Lord stared at her, slowly stretched out his hand, and pressed it on the cold crystal surface: "Then, I choose to accept. But... this does not mean that I will give up resistance."

The next moment, the crystal suddenly dissolved.

The remnant body of the spirit king who was sealed in it seemed to be infused with life, and a dazzling white light flashed in the empty eyes.

Buzz! !

The entire Lingwang Palace was shaking.

The countless stars in Rob's sky seemed to be celebrating the birth of the King of Spirits, shining unparalleled light.

Immediately afterwards, from the very center of the palace, a terrifying energy suddenly erupted, which was comparable to the energy of a supernova explosion. In an instant, an endless halo of light was set off on the sea of ​​clouds, spreading out in all directions.

Wherever it passes, everything dies.

Time is lost, space is lost, and order is shattered.

In less than a thousandth of a second, the fairyland-like space was shattered, leaving only endless void and chaos.

Then, a faint light flickered in the dark chaos.

With the flickering of that faint light, the chaotic void kept shrinking inward, as if in the central area, there was a huge gravitational force like a black hole, devouring the shattered order, as well as all tangible and intangible substances.

In a way, this scene was like... a throwback.

Or, it is repeating the [initial].

at the same time.

The world outside the pyramid seemed to be broken and collapsed.

The pitch-black fissures, which are thousands of feet long, extend to the end of the world, interweaving and intertwining under the blood-red sky, like spider webs, spreading everywhere as far as the eye can see, making it frightening.

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However, that's not the worst part.

A powerful realm beyond light and darkness shrouded down, reaching the unstoppable depths of void and chaos.

winter! winter! winter!

The extremely heavy drum burst, accompanied by the monotonous sound of the flute, making a profane and hateful tune.

The stars are twinkling; the earth is collapsing; the sky is tearing apart.

Huge, dark, terrifying, blind, stupid, and unknowable terrifying figures, through the twinkling stars, seemed to hear the call of the ancients, dancing slowly and clumsily, gradually becoming clearly visible.

From the chaotic black mist that filled the world, ancient terrifying monsters emerged one after another.

The Shantak Bird, the Horror Hunter, the Puffy Daughter, etc. ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Far beyond the cognition of humans and any creatures, they only existed in the legendary, short-lived "Battle of Paradise", and they once appeared the volume family.

And the one standing high in the sky, in front of many terrifying ancient figures, wearing colorful robes and double golden crowns, the existence that collapsed the order of time and space and distorted the will of all things, is looking down at the world.

Silk threads hung from her fingertips, and the ends were connected to creatures from other worlds.

Along with the dancing of the silk thread, countless creatures like a sea of ​​mist roared madly, and chanted the name of this ancient man in an ancient language full of profanity.

Her name... Crouching Chaos, Nyarlathotep!

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