Begin from the original form of torture and become immortal

Chapter 1237 Blito Luo!
This is why powerful gods can take on an entire fleet on their own.

Even the most technologically advanced, indestructible materials, with atoms locked together, pale in comparison to the power of the Truth.

The power of mantra can penetrate into the atomic level, causing the most delicate and thorough destruction, causing any material structure to collapse and disintegrate in front of it.

With the disappearance of Deus, it suddenly disappeared like a candle flame being extinguished.

As his power dissipated, the things that were tightly bound in mid-air by his power also lost their support one after another.

Mishra, the goddess of the kingdom of God, is one of them.

Her body, which was originally suspended in the air, now slowly fell like a kite with a broken string.

Alora witnessed this scene, and an inexplicable impulse surged in her heart.

She leaped suddenly, her body drawing a graceful arc in the air, and quickly approached the falling Mishra. However, when she finally saw the other person's face clearly, she was stunned.

It was a face that she was extremely familiar with. She had gazed at her own reflection on the calm water countless times, and the face in front of her at this moment was so strikingly similar to her reflection.

Although there are slight differences in details, Mishra's face is more delicate and exudes an extraordinary temperament. After all, she is the daughter of God, while Allura is just an ordinary mortal.

But the similarity was enough to shock and confuse Alora.

Alora carefully held Mishra in her arms and slowly landed on the ground. Her heart was full of doubts and confusion.

At this moment, she seemed to understand why Asura's attitude towards her was always so strange. That feeling that was both familiar and strange, she finally found the answer.

This girl named Mishra was actually the daughter of Ashura, and she looked so much like herself. Could it be that Ashura regarded herself as a substitute for his daughter?
"You are……"

Alora's voice was trembling. She didn't know how to ask this girl who was so similar to her.

Mishra was also in shock at this time.

She is already twelve thousand five hundred years old, but her appearance remains that of a young girl, without the slightest change.

At this moment, she looked at Alora who was so close to her. The face wearing the golden helmet shaped like a bird wing made her feel both strange and familiar.

Seeing this, Alora had an idea and decided to remove her disguise.

Her pure golden wing-shaped helmet instantly vanished into nothingness, revealing her original face.

At that moment, a hint of astonishment flashed in Mishra's eyes.

She found that the face under the golden helmet was almost exactly the same as her own, except for the temperament and expression.

"My name is Alora, and I'm from Earth."

Allura's voice was soft but firm.

"You are Misra, right?"

Although Alora was not even a fraction of Mishra's age, at this moment, she showed a maturity and calmness beyond her age. She stared at Mishra, waiting for his response.

Mishra nodded, her heart filled with doubts and curiosity.

As a goddess of the kingdom of God, she couldn't help but doubt at this moment.

Could it be that this girl who looks so similar to me is my sister?
The thought made her feel both excited and a little uneasy. "Your father, Ashura, is still on Earth. Do you want to go see him?"

Alora continued.

Mishra's emotions surged out like a tide when she heard this. Her eyes were instantly blurred by tears, and her voice became thin and wispy due to excitement: "Father... Is he still alive?"

This sentence contains both a desire for reunion and a fear of an unknown fate.

She clenched her hands into fists, her fingertips turning white from the effort, as if she was trying to grasp this glimmer of hope and not let it slip away.

However, at this moment, the Earth, the blue planet that carries countless lives and stories, suddenly underwent earth-shaking changes.

The originally peaceful and harmonious atmosphere was replaced by an ominous aura. Alora and Mishra turned their heads at the same time, their eyes piercing through the void and locking onto the Earth.

I saw that this side of the earth, facing the direction of the Cause and Effect Fortress, seemed to be torn apart by some indescribable force. The crack was not an ordinary crack, but a huge mouth, ferocious and terrifying, as if it could swallow everything.

The appearance of this huge mouth marked the reawakening of Blidor, the source of riots that had caused headaches for the Kingdom of God since ancient times.

But this time, Blitar is more terrifying than any previous time.

After the giant mouth opened, it did not close immediately, but continued to expand. Along with the expansion, a red hue spread across the surface of the earth. That red was not ordinary flames, but hot magma. It flowed across the surface of the earth, and wherever it passed, all life was destroyed and there was deathly silence.

Looking down from the sky above the Fortress of Cause and Effect, the red magma was like flowing blood vessels, eventually converging into a huge face. That was the face of Blidor. It was hideous and twisted, with endless anger and desire for destruction.

The appearance of this face made the entire universe tremble, as if even time and space were trembling in front of it.

"Britulala!"

Mishra's exclamation was filled with fear and despair that were difficult to conceal.

Once Blitar fully awakens, the disaster it brings will be devastating, and countless innocent lives will be lost in this catastrophe.

Alora had a solemn look on her face, her eyes piercing through the red flames, looking at every corner of the earth.

At this moment, she could not ignore the lives that were about to face a catastrophic disaster.

"Damn it! How many people are going to die in this instant!"

Alora's tone was filled with helplessness and anger.

Every time Blitoluo revolted, the Kingdom of God would pay a huge price to quell it, and this time, the situation was obviously worse than before.

Just as the two were immersed in their own thoughts, changes occurred on the other side of the earth.

The originally calm crust suddenly exploded, and eight huge tentacles stretched out from it. These tentacles showed a strange color of red and black intertwined. They danced in the air like the whip of the devil, carrying destructive power.

The tentacles are of astonishing length, and are clearly visible even from a height like the Causal Fortress.

Their existence makes the entire earth look like an octopus with an extremely huge head, waving its tentacles and declaring its anger and power to the universe.

The changes from before to after have made the earth almost unrecognizable.

Those once prosperous cities, dense forests, and vast oceans are now covered by red magma and black tentacles. The breath of life is rapidly dissipating, and the earth seems to be experiencing an unprecedented doomsday.

(End of this chapter)