Begin from the original form of torture and become immortal

Chapter 1235: No deal, we have to rely on fists
"Your so-called salvation is nothing but a weak excuse to escape reality!"

Deus' tone was filled with unquestionable determination and deep dissatisfaction with Allura's position.

"Have you ever seen those humans who are tortured by the will of the planet? Their souls are wailing in despair, and their bodies are twisted in pain. What a tragic sight! And you are still here clinging to your unrealistic fantasy!"

"Do you think your mercy can save them? No, you will only plunge them into deeper despair!"

Deus said.

"Deus, you are wrong."

Allura said without wavering.

“Sacrificing innocent lives, no matter what the reason, is a blasphemy against life itself. What we should pursue is harmonious coexistence, not fighting violence with violence. The will of the planet may be strong, but it is not incommunicable. We have the ability to find a peaceful solution, rather than exchanging temporary peace through massacre.”

However, in Deus's view, these were nothing more than signs of weakness and naivety.

Upon hearing this, Deus's face became even gloomier, like the sky before a storm, so depressing that it made people breathless.

"Peace? Communication? Your words sound like a naive child telling a fairy tale. The will of the planet is beyond our comprehension. It will not change because of our prayers, nor will it soften because of our tears. It follows its own laws, and we can only adapt to it, or - conquer it."

There was a hint of sarcasm in Deus' tone, but more of it was helplessness and despair towards reality.

"Only force can make it surrender!"

He has put his own life and death aside in pursuit of the supreme power.

There was a crazy light in his eyes, which was a desire for victory and an indifference to sacrifice.

As he spoke, the lightning around Deus became more violent, and the density and strength of the electric grid reached an unprecedented level. Each lightning bolt seemed to be alive, wandering around him and making a deafening roar.

These lightning bolts are not only a symbol of his power, but also an expression of his inner emotions.

He was angry, desperate, and longed for change; all these emotions turned into endless lightning that raged on the battlefield.

The symbol of Deus's mantra power is "I", self-centeredness and egoism.

All his emotions, as long as they involve this concept, can make the power of his mantra stronger!
The light from the electric grid grew brighter and brighter, almost illuminating the entire battlefield. Even Allura's figure was clearly visible in the light.

"Sacrifice is the price of progress. Without sacrifice, there would be no victory. Your so-called search for other methods is nothing but an excuse to escape reality. I am the one who is willing to shoulder everything and fight for the future of all mankind."

Deus' words were full of confidence and pride.

He firmly believed that only he, Deus, the self-proclaimed savior, could lead mankind out of chaos and into a bright and glorious future.

This belief, as firm as a rock, is deeply engraved in his soul.

His eyes penetrated the fog before his eyes, as if he had seen the ideal world without war, hunger, and sorrow.

At this moment, he seemed to be carrying the weight of the entire world on his broad shoulders. It was a burden beyond what any mortal could bear, but he was willing to bear it.

“You simply don’t understand. This is a necessary sacrifice for the greater good. When I have accomplished all this, there will be no more meaningless sacrifices, no more tears, and no more despair. I exist with the hope and destiny of all mankind on my shoulders, so I must not fail!” As the words fell, Deus’s momentum rose again, like the accumulation before a volcanic eruption, finally released completely at this moment.

His figure was like an arrow shot from a bow, rushing towards Allura with unparalleled speed and strength.

This time, even stronger lightning burst out around him again. These lightnings intertwined in the air to form an even larger electric net, tightly enveloping Alora.

Every strand of electricity in the power grid contains enough power to destroy everything. They jump and intertwine in the air, forming a heart-pounding picture.

Deus's hands drew a perfect arc in the air, as if conducting the most magnificent symphony in the universe.

Driven by his will, the electric grid quickly condensed and compressed, and finally transformed into a huge lightning blade shining with thunder.

This blade is dozens of meters long and as wide as a mountain. The electric light flowing on it is like countless angry silver dragons, tumbling and roaring in the void, releasing power that is enough to shake the heavens and the earth.

It cut through the sky, carrying a will to destroy everything, and headed straight for Allura. The space along the way seemed to be torn apart by this force, leaving behind shocking cracks.

In order to increase his own strength, Deus even forcibly used the power of the Fortress of Cause and Effect to stimulate Ashura's daughter Mishra.

Mishra was so stimulated that she screamed continuously, her body tumbling in the air, and she was suffering endless pain.

However, at the same time, the power of Deus's mantra was also amplified.

Two golden energy lines appeared on his face, suspended about one centimeter in front of his face. These energy lines flashed with dazzling light, as if they contained endless power.

At the same time, a silver-black halo appeared behind Deus, symbolizing the power of his mantra.

This halo emitted endless white light and black electricity that was like smoke and fog, illuminating the entire battlefield in a strange way.

The white light and black electricity jumped and intertwined in the air, forming a heart-pounding picture.

As Alora roared, the power of her truth completely erupted at this moment.

The power of Alora's mantra is completely different from that of Deus.

It is not as flamboyant and domineering as Deus, but it is purer and more restrained.

This strength comes from her deep inner belief and persistence, just like the first ray of sunshine penetrating the clouds in the morning, warm and full of hope.

As her will surged, this power condensed around her, forming brilliant rays of light, like a blooming lotus, beautiful and solemn, without the slightest impurity or reservation.

This power seemed to be a clear spring flowing from the depths of her heart, nourishing her body and making her extremely powerful at this moment.

Alora had realized that Deus was wrong.

And there was no way he could change, because this man, this god, thought only of himself.

(End of this chapter)