I loaded the gods module

Chapter 102 Like a butterfly flapping its wings
The dark corridor seemed endless. Roy observed the surrounding environment and found that the cold and decayed cells were full of dry corpses.

It seemed that there were men, women and children of all ages, and all the expressions on the faces of the dead were pain and despair, and...all the corpses had one thing in common.

They all had their eyes gouged out.

Perhaps this is the direct cause of the deaths of the prisoners.

Soon, the white-haired woman stopped walking. She held Roy's wrist with one hand, and pushed open a rusty railing door with the other hand.

The rancid smell rushed towards his face, and Roy vaguely saw countless corpses piled up together, almost filling the entire room.

The boy frowned. He saw a blind child curled up at his feet, and there was a chill.

"This is the garbage room where Bernie, the prison manager, specializes in disposing of corpses. We can just hide here..." The white-haired woman carefully looked at Roy's face.

"Although the smell here is terrible...but..." Nina's tone contained a hint of pleading: "Please... please don't dislike them, they are all innocent poor people..."

"Don't worry, I don't hate them." Roy followed the white-haired woman and hid behind a towering pile of corpses. The strong smell of death covered up the scent of living people on both of them.

The frightening raving outside the corridor became smaller and smaller.

Destiny finally got a chance to breathe, she sat weakly on the ground, and let out a weary gasp.

But even so, she still held Roy's wrist tightly. She raised her head, and the ever-clear white pupils under the long eyelashes reflected the boy's face.

Roy could see that she was afraid.

She was afraid that the gray-haired boy in front of her was just a fleeting bubble in this endless cycle.

"Roy... If I open my eyes next time, will you still appear by my side?" At this moment, her tone was trembling.

"Nina." The boy said a name out of the question.

Under the puzzled eyes of the other party, Roy smiled and sat down as well. He looked into the white-haired woman's eyes and replied seriously, "Your name is Nina."

"Nina..." The white-haired woman stared blankly at Roy's dark pupils, she was obviously in a daze: "Is this the name I forgot..."

"Yeah, it's important."

Roy looked at the painful faces around him, and the boy sighed: "If we even forget our real name, this world may lose its meaning of existence."

"I... I don't understand..." Nina suddenly showed pain on her face. At this moment, she seemed to feel that she was broken into countless pieces, and some kind of crazy force was disturbing her mind.

"Don't worry, I'll make you remember everything."

Roy took the initiative to hold the other person's palm: "From this moment on, no matter the wandering past or the crazy future, I will appear by your side."

Nina raised her head, and she saw a black vortex that seemed to be able to engulf everything in the boy's deep pupils.

The dark ocean swallows up the power of madness, and the power of the storm comes from the pollution of the starry sky without fear.

"Does it feel better?" Roy let go of his palm.

"Hmm." Nina lowered her head and made a nasal sound obediently.

"So what's our plan next?"

The boy looked at the surrounding environment and asked again: "If we continue to hide here, we will be discovered sooner or later, right?"

"Next, Bernie, the prison manager, will send members of the circus here to carry and clean up this group of dead people."

Nina bit her lower lip: "We can pretend to be corpses and sneak in, and take the opportunity to sneak into the circus."

"What is the purpose of doing this?" Roy raised his eyebrows.

"Of course it is to rescue the elves imprisoned in the Laughing Circus by Zechariah IV."

Nina responded without thinking: "I must prevent her from dying!"

Rather, it matches the ultimate goal of the game... Even though the incarnation of fate in front of him has forgotten his name, the fragments of his humanity are still relentlessly preventing the disaster from happening.

But the only problem is... Nina is too weak, she is just the human nature of fate.

For example, time is a long river, and the kingdom of God of Destiny is like a broken glass bottle. These fragments are scattered in every corner of the river, and they can never be put together again.

As a result, the divinity and humanity of Destiny were all split. His divinity created a fragmented time cycle due to the dying obsession of the gods, in an attempt to change the entire history of time.

But because of this, his humanity was shackled by divinity in the polluted fragments of time, experiencing the cycle of death again and again.

This is the unsolvable situation that the infinite world tree in charge of the past and the future is facing.

Under the pollution of the starry sky, the entire river of time has turned into a funeral of fate, and the gods in charge of time will eventually fall completely in the crazy cycle created by the starry sky.

But... At this moment in the time cycle, there is an extra figure that should not exist...

Like a butterfly fluttering its wings, the long river of history has a slight ripple.

The storm traveled through time and reached out to fate.

So the next thing to do is much simpler.

That is - dry shredding them.

After having the plug-in, who is a serious person will push the game flow in a proper manner?History of space pollution, huh?The king's guard, huh?Circus, huh?clown, huh?

Just let them touch the real evil gods.

At the moment when the Storm Lord descended into history, every drop of water and every breath of air on this land had already been marked with its own price by the evil god.

It's time for those humble reptiles from the stars to contribute their souls as chips to pay their debts.

"Nina, I have a bold idea now."

Roy suddenly laughed. He looked at the confused white-haired woman and asked, "In this prison, are there any props for self-defense?"

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The weird raving sounded again, and the prison guards once again sensed the breath of a living person.

"They will find us soon..." Nina put her hands on the boy's shoulders, looking uneasy.

"Don't worry, just leave everything to me." Roy held the hilt of the sword with both hands and pulled out the half-cut sword from the chest of a corpse.

[You got a game item: Rough Broken Sword]

[Quality: Dilapidated]

[Attack Power: Weak]

[Prop description: This sword comes from an unknown rebel, but unfortunately, in the eyes of Bernie the Clown, his rebellion is like a funny performance]

Under the management of the system, the framework of this fate game still exists.

Immediately afterwards, under Nina's incredulous gaze, she saw a delicate and beautiful paintbrush appear in the gray-haired boy's hand.

The next moment, the silver-white miniature thunder danced and entwined, and the electric light lit up the black feathers at the tail of the paintbrush, shining brightly in an instant!

Enchanting begins!
So under Roy's arbitrary smearing, a steady stream of storm power gathered, and the broken sword in the boy's hand was given the color of destruction again!
The gap was filled, the blood was washed away, and the remorse beyond death finally got the gift of the Storm Lord!

"The guards in charge of the Shaking Prison?"

With a grin, Roy lifted the sword of destruction made of pure thunder, and the beating light illuminated the evil face of the evil god of the abyss.

"Let's see if they are developing normally~"

(End of this chapter)