Mage? Spell Engineer!.

Chapter 548 Art is [Microscopic Decomposition]

Black holes can also evaporate. In fact, as an artificially created mimicry, Rorschach needs to continuously invest magical power to maintain its effect in space.

All the flesh and blood were sliding and tearing apart at a very fast speed, and were ejected and transformed into pure energy at the moment before temperature, mass, speed and other quantities completely lost their meaning. Then, under Rorschach's control, they were used in turn to maintain the existence of the black hole.

In theory it will sustain itself until all visible, tangible contaminants are removed.

But something strange happened. Rorschach was using the vessel body created by Axiom. When he cast this kind of magic, the firmness of his soul's connection with it seemed to be affected. No, maybe there were many other problems, but Rorschach couldn't tell.

Anyway, it's still a little bit short. He estimated that if he could hold on for less than an hour, all the flesh and blood would disappear, and there might be huge gullies and pits left on the ground that originally belonged to a city, just like taking a bite of the surface of an apple.

Rorschach hoped it would be quicker.

The black hole above his head seemed to come alive, and could hear and understand his inner thoughts. The power of swallowing, digesting and grinding overflowed, pulling out a thick arc, constantly stirring the surrounding flesh and earth, madly breaking it and then absorbing it.

No, that's not what I want. Rorschach frowned, and he found that the dangerous thing he had created had become even more dangerous.

"Don't you think something's wrong?"

At this moment, a man's voice was heard! Rorschach suddenly became nervous. Anyone who could be so close to him at this moment must be a ruthless person.

He looked closely and saw a tall middle-aged man with long greasy hair. His gray, patched clothes should be monk's robes. The most peculiar thing was that this man was standing on the door plank as a boat, using a random piece of flat wood as a paddle, and he was sailing in the tide easily and freely, completely unaffected by the terrifying suction.

There was a sack at his feet, which was just the right size for one person and was bulging.

The air was sucked into the mutated black hole, turning into a strong wind that whistled past Gregory's side, but his excited shouting was louder than the wind:
“People always fail to realize what miracles the Creator has created through their own hands. When they look back on the past, fools are moved, remorseful, regretful, or uncontrollably happy and trembling!
"Unknown wizard, do you know what you have created?"

The mad monk's eyeballs seemed to turn over until he could see his own head, with only the trembling whites of his eyes remaining: "Ha, ha! This is the symbol of the Great Mother!
"Swallow, then spit, granting an end to all things and giving birth to new things!
“Even the most devout believers could not understand the meaning of its power. They were only excited by the tiny magical power of the herbs and were grateful for the healing of their own incomplete bodies.

“Even the most favored and blessed people dare not create the most original symbol of the Great Mother under the gaze of other false gods, nor can they resonate with Him at will.

"And you did it, young man! As long as you survive, you will surely become the agent of the Mother Goddess's will."

Gregory went crazy when he saw the severely mutated black hole, but Rorschach was very calm and did not show any sign of stopping or panicking.

"The symbol of origin? Is it the black celestial body in the highest sky?"

He still remembered that there were two giant celestial bodies, one black and one white, rotating in the highest heaven, and the other stars were just tiny in comparison.

They are the starting point of the creation of the entire universe and the end point of being swallowed and absorbed. Their mutual movement and the ejected matter and energy are continuously spread around.

"As expected, you are not an ignorant person. Now you understand what these false gods and ignorant mortals are fighting against, right? Do you, do you want to stop the world from running?
“Of course, the vast majority of people are happy and content, just as many people died in confusion in the past.

"In the future, it will make no difference whether you resist the apocalypse or wait wholeheartedly for the mother's embrace and forgiveness. They will all reach the end together, even other gods."

Gregory thought of something: "Oh, yes, the false gods have died first, and only three or two are still struggling to survive, and they are even willing to give up their authority and share their power with mortals."

As he was rambling, Rorschach noticed that the black hole was further transformed. The surface of the arc it spread out of control melted and dropped a sticky substance, which was really no different from a tentacle. At the same time, after absorbing the broken matter, it no longer directly dissolved into the most primitive basic energy, but accumulated it, nurturing something.

The extremely suppressed breath gushed out from the ground, making a beast-like roar as it passed through the underground cavity.

Rorschach did not feel that the black hole he created was completely out of control. On the contrary, it began to have a telepathic connection with him, and a vague call was conveyed in the chaos.

Not only does it have thoughts, it is also inviting its creator to merge with the black ball.

This is not a form suitable for the main material plane. It also conveys some knowledge and information, as well as pain.

Yes, the black ball is feeling pain now. It has to keep devouring to sustain itself, and the environment is filled with its disgusting breath and the sunlight projected from the sky.

Only when Rorschach's current "perfect body" and the great wizard's soul are integrated and completed, can the things it is conceived be born.

And Rorschach will gain unparalleled power.
The induction continued, and the black tentacles carefully approached Rorschach while picking up the "liquid food", as if trying to be a gentleman making a polite invitation.

Gregory watched with satisfaction, even revealing an undisguised look of envy, clearly saying: If you don’t come, I will!
Realizing that the situation was irreversible, Rorschach gradually became dazed. Cracks caused by weathering appeared on his body surface, and colorful lights were projected between the gaps.

His movements also slowed down, and he finally uttered a sentence:

"It seems like it's too much."

The living black hole that could sense Rorschach's emotions immediately became active. It thought that its creator had accepted his fate, and hurriedly wrapped its tentacles around Rorschach's body.

But he hadn't finished the sentence yet: "Fortunately, there is no one in this world who understands art better than me!"

This was not the first time that Rorschach had dealt with such an incident. As an experienced person, he took into consideration the danger of the original body being involved in person, the necessity of the clone, and the significant risk of the clone being occupied.

Even though things are going astray now—his own creations are being distorted and contaminated—luckily the previous arrangements can still be used.

When this body fell into a stagnation, the soul returned to the junction and then "played" the pre-recorded operations, including the lines.

From inside his body, at the place where magic circuits intersect and energy density is the highest, [Rorschach's Microscopic Decomposition Technique] is activated, and within a small handful of matter, the nuclear force is offset by the magic force that repels it.

This body was originally made of transmutation dust. Although the divine power had been removed and they had been transformed, their high-energy and unstable characteristics were once again exerted at this time, and reached their extreme through a chain reaction.

"I, ****." Gregory saw that the young wizard's self-destruction posture was not right, and while cursing, he did something he wanted to do just now but had never dared to do:

He clamped the sack between his arms, leaped forward, and actively merged into the black ball that was mutated by the Mother Goddess of Earth.

At this moment, Oward is the whole world. The sky and the earth are first bright, then dark, and then shine again, and finally become pure.

(End of this chapter)