Arad's unruly savior

The twelve artificial gods were surrounded by a golden glow that bloomed due to their powerful vitality. Some were as tall as the sky, while others were short and nimble... Some controlled storms and thunder, while others distorted illusory light...

The moment they reappeared, they instinctively became hostile to the great will of Carlosso, tacitly formed a unified camp, and roared with undisguised hostility and monstrous anger. The golden light was about to condense into a solid.

The artificial god was of dazzling gold, while Carloso was covered in a layer of purple that represented the power of all things. The different colors of light formed two different realms, and the colliding auras seemed to be each other's natural enemies.

The primordial light, the primordial darkness, light and darkness are not visual attributes, but a kind of opposing concept that cannot be described in detail, representing the mysterious symbolism of the beginning of the universe, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things.

Soon, the extraordinary spirituality of the twelve artificial gods keenly discovered that Carlosso's cold and arrogant eyes were not looking at them, but at a human whose body did not shine much.

  This means that the Great Will believes that the threat from that human is stronger than them? !

"I failed." Ye Lin curled the corner of his mouth, and his expression did not show any surprise at all.

He originally wanted to trace the dream world back to the very beginning... The twelve artificial gods gazed into the depths of the starry sky together, whispering to each other from time to time. The residents of the kingdom of God, Crimit, looked at the twelve majestic figures with respect, fanaticism, and yearning.

Now that the twelve artificial gods have been recreated, Terra's kingdom of gods, Krimit, is bustling with people coming and going once again. However, the great will, Carloso, is still looking down indifferently from high in the starry sky, unaffected by the retrospection, as if it is the only one in the eternity.

The purple color of the power of all things became increasingly rich and deep. The starry sky where Carloso was located seemed to have turned into a vast purple ocean. He stood above the ocean and the storm. His body, half covered with armor and divine patterns, grew taller and taller, squeezing out a planet and filled with an indescribable feeling of oppression.

The alliance of twelve artificial gods turned into twelve tiny fireflies in an instant. Their faces were covered with bulging veins, and their bones were creaking, as if they might be completely extinguished in the next moment and swallowed by the purple light.

"Sure enough, the thirteenth is missing." An artificial god sighed unwillingly.

Ye Lin was also not surprised by this scene, it was all within his expectations.

If neither he nor Carlosso interfered with the dream memories of the God of Mist, then the normal order of development would be according to the traces engraved in history. The twelve artificial gods and Carlosso would both be defeated, Terra would explode, the war of gods would end, and the state of the God of Mist when he opened his eyes would depend on whether the new world of recollection had been established.

Now the Ring of Creation and Carlosso's power over all things appear in the depths of memory with a purpose, breaking the original balance and ending, and will also rewrite the deepest memory images of the God of Mist.

Part of the Mist God's future memories depend on the outcome of this battle.

  Ye Lin looked solemn. A long river of mist, illusory and twisted appeared in the depths of his eyes. Then it echoed in layers, like the intertwined voices of millions of people praying, declaring:

"Power: Eternal!"

Behind the twelve gods, a long river suddenly appeared, which was the same as the one in Ye Lin’s eyes, filled with mist and illusory in its main body.

The river flows silently, yet can be clearly seen. Countless scenes of the world appear and disappear in the long river of time, and dense spots of light light up and dim.

Randomly scan...

Some primitive worlds reveal the nature of the survival of the fittest, where small fish eat shrimps, big fish eat small fish, fishermen cast their nets, ferocious beasts bare their fangs, and "mountains" in the distance open their lava-colored eyes.

In one world, the flames of civilization were ignited with oil and steel, with steam boiling and electric current flashing, but it suddenly collapsed at its peak, and the rain of radiation pollution irrigated every corner of the earth.

Some worlds are lit up with the light of "magic". Many different races use this power to create miracles one after another. All the extraordinary things can be called "magic".

……

The long river of time is filled with illusions and fog, but it also gives people an extremely heavy feeling, because it carries the history of countless worlds and the upcoming future, and contains the truth of all existence in ancient and modern times.

While the twelve artificial gods were still in a daze, their aura was rapidly growing stronger, transforming from tiny fireflies that were about to go out into candles that could illuminate an area, and finally into twelve shining suns in the sky, wantonly wielding light and heat, fighting against the purple ocean of power over all things.

In an instant, they recovered the power they had in the real world during the ancient Terran God War. The number twelve was enough to fight against the great will. They pressed their chests or heads at the same time, as if something important that had been lost was filled back, and their empty souls seemed to have a sense of reality.

The lost origin of darkness has temporarily returned.

At the same time, the fateful hostile instinct intensified. They were all surging with powerful momentum, and their shining eyes were all staring at the great will Carlosso. Their blood was boiling, and thunder was heard.

Pohuanzi couldn't help but screamed loudly: "The subject of time, which can be called the eternal power, is the essence that no one has ever mastered, but you actually got it. You summoned the most perfect state of the twelve artificial gods from the past."

Isn't the eternal power in the hands of Ymir the Infinite?

The broken circle suddenly came to light, and the gods gathered at the end of the world. Ymir the Endless repeated angrily and helplessly ten thousand times, "I don't have it, I am not, damn, you are so annoying."

Some gods also suspected that it might be the powerless Terra or the Arbiter of Balance.

It turns out that Imir was really... wronged.

The Eternal Power recreated the perfect twelve artificial gods of ancient Terra. The weight of history reappeared at this moment, smoothing out the distortions.

“Do you really want to be the enemy of the Great Will?” The rotation of the Ring of Creation began to feel rusty and dull, and a huge human figure rose from the purple sea of ​​power of all things, and its eyes were two stars.

Ye Lin chuckled softly and said, "Not an enemy, but I have to make a choice in the end. I don't have eyes behind my head that can see both sides at the same time."

The war now is not just about the memory and the real body of the God of Mist, but also about Ye Lin's disobedience to Carlosso's will and his offense to the Supreme Being, which is something the Ring of Creation and the Great Will cannot allow.

Ye Lin had carefully considered the use of the eternal power. First of all, the twelve artificial gods have a relatively high resistance to the power of all things, and they are the culprits of Carlosso’s “dark history”. The gods cannot take action due to their supreme status. The twelve artificial gods are the most suitable helpers at this stage.

One of the effects of eternal power is that it can restore Their most perfect state.

If the Great Will is defeated here, the news that He possesses eternal power will not spread. It doesn't matter if it is spread by the stubborn and stubborn person, because the gods will be shocked by his power.

Carlosso's white hair was blown up by the wind, revealing his eyes without any emotion. He spoke calmly: "I am one, two, three, everything, and infinity."

"All things..."

  boom!

A huge figure rose from the purple sea, with a sense of reality. A dazzling crown inlaid with countless stars and suns appeared on its head. It filled all the space in the vision and soul, occupying an absolute dominant position.

Ye Lin's knees and spine were suddenly pressed down, his eyes went blind, and a string of bright red blood gushed out from the crack between his eyebrows. His mind was filled with the huge shadow of the purple sea. A real yet illusory big hand grabbed his face. A terrifying feeling of suffocation came over him, and his soul trembled and feared from the bottom of his heart.

"Can't get caught."

A clear thought flashed through his mind, and the eternal power lit up. The twelve artificial gods attacked the purple sea of ​​the starry sky in unison.

"I stand here, I am one, the only one, eternal and immortal, and I am also immortal." Ye Lin's bones made crisp sounds as he slowly straightened his severely injured body. Ignoring the blood on his brow, he raised his hand and pointed at Carlosso. The illusory river of time, carrying countless histories, smashed into the purple sea of ​​all things.

He did not borrow strength from his past or future self, but firmly believed that this moment was the only one. (End of this chapter)