Marvel With Zanpakuto

Touching that broken body means...inheriting the Spiritual King.

The complete version of "omniscience and omnipotence" transcends the power of the past, present, and future. The authority to "forward" and "standstill" is placed three feet away in front of him.

The broken body of the Soul King buried in the crystal stared at Lord with his lifeless, empty eyes.

The seasonal movements coming from the depths of the soul are like a sumptuous meal being placed in front of a hungry person, constantly tempting his taste buds.

The soul secretes ‘saliva’.

It is it that yearns for the power contained in that broken body.

get it!

Take it away!

Take it back!

Only in this way can we be "complete"!

Yes, the impulse originating from the soul seems to be longing for power, but in fact, what it really longs for should be completeness.

After seeing the broken body of the Spirit King, for some reason, there seemed to be a voice in his heart telling him that the "missing" part of him was right in front of him.

"Breathe...breathe..."

Lord took a deep breath and remained still.

To say that you are not moved is to deceive yourself.

But more than this alluring power, Lord is more concerned about the existence of the system that has been by his side and helped him grow to this day.

He used his strong willpower to stop taking half a step, and then asked again: "System...answer my question, who are you?!"

[Please host touch the remains of the "Spirit King" as soon as possible! 】

The system seemed to have no independent consciousness and could not answer the questions raised by Lord. It was just a rigid fixed program that urged him to complete the task in a predetermined way.

"What if I...refuse?"

A cold light flashed in the depths of Lord's eyes, and he asked in a seemingly calm tone, seemingly inquiring.

[The mission will be judged as failed. 】

The system still replied emotionlessly.

"Then what?"

Lord slowly took half a step back, but his eyes were fixed on the broken body in case something unexpected happened: "What is the price of mission failure?"

This problem seems to go beyond the system's default settings.

Unable to answer the question, it fell silent.

Seeing this situation, Lord also knew that there was a high probability that the system really didn't know, so he thought about it, changed his perspective, and asked: "Tell me, where did the Spirit King... come from?"

If we can understand this problem, we may be able to understand the system and its creator.

Lord held his breath and waited quietly.

But unfortunately, after waiting for a while, the system was still silent and unable to answer this question.

"This question...isn't it okay too?"

Lord thought for a moment, then changed his angle and asked, "Who turned the Spirit King into what he is now?"

Silence is still silence.

Next, Lord asked many more tentative questions.

For example: Is the Spirit King still alive? Are the Spiritual King and God the same person? What is the relationship between the Spiritual King and God? Is he still the same person after touching him? And what is the final mission of the system, etc.

But all he got was silence.

Now, there seemed to be only two options before Lord, either obey the system and touch the remaining body, or turn around and leave.

It seems like there are two choices, but in fact... there is only one.

Although the system did not mention the consequences of mission failure, it was easy to know that the Chaos side headed by Nyarlathotep would awaken the sleeping terror and destroy countless worlds.

Even if it was for the people he cared about and the home he didn't know he could return to, he had to choose to fight to the end.

"hehe……"

Lord smiled bitterly.

He raised his head and looked at the broken body of the Spirit King in the crystal. He had mixed feelings in his heart and sighed heavily.

Hastur is right...

From the beginning, there was no author who wrote the script of destiny, everything was an inevitable choice.

In that case...let's do it.

Lord took a deep breath, no longer hesitated, stepped onto the white jade stairs step by step, and walked towards the remains of the Spirit King.

step……

Two steps...

Three steps...

clatter! clatter! clatter!

In the palace, the sound of falling footsteps echoed. A young man dressed in black finally stepped onto the top floor and came face to face with the broken body in the crystal, less than ten centimeters away.

"If this is inevitable..."

Lord stared at her, slowly stretched out his hand and pressed it on the cold crystal surface: "Then, I choose to accept. But... this does not mean that I will give up resistance."

The next moment, the crystal suddenly dissolved.

The remaining body of the Spirit King sealed inside seemed to have been injected with life. A dazzling white light flashed in his empty eyes.

Buzz—! ! !

The entire Spirit King Palace was shaking.

The countless stars in the Luobu sky seemed to be celebrating the birth of the Spiritual King, blooming with unparalleled light.

Immediately afterwards, terrifying energy suddenly erupted from the center of the palace. It was comparable to the energy of a supernova explosion. In an instant, an endless bright halo was set off on the sea of ​​clouds, spreading out in all directions.

Wherever it passes, everything dies.

Time is lost, space is lost, and order is shattered.

In less than a thousandth of a second, the fairyland-like space was shattered, leaving endless void and chaos.

Then, a faint light flickered in the darkness.

Along with the flickering of that faint light, the chaotic void continued to shrink inward, as if there was a huge gravitational force like a black hole in the central area, swallowing up the shattered order, as well as all matter, both tangible and intangible.

In a way, this scene is like a... throwback.

Or maybe it's a repeat of [the beginning].

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at the same time.

The world outside the pyramid is showing signs of fragmentation and collapse.

The dark cracks, which are more than thousands of feet long, stretch to the end of the world, criss-crossing under the blood-red sky, like spider webs, spreading everywhere as far as the eye can see, and it is horrifying to look at.

However, this is not the scariest thing.

A powerful realm beyond light and darkness shrouded down, reaching into the unstoppable depths of Taixu Chaos.

winter! winter! winter!

An extremely heavy drum exploded, accompanied by a monotonous flute sound, emitting a blasphemous and abominable tune.

The stars are twinkling; the earth is crumbling; the sky is tearing apart.

One after another, huge, dark, terrifying, blind, stupid, and unknown terrifying figures, through the twinkling stars, it was like hearing the call of ancient times, dancing slowly and clumsily, becoming more and more clearly visible bit by bit.

From the chaotic black mist that filled the world, ancient terrifying monsters emerged.

The Shantak Bird, the Terror Hunter, the Bloated Daughter, etc., far beyond the cognition of humans and any living thing, only exist in the legendary and short-lived "War in Heaven", and the Juan tribe has appeared.

And that person who towers high in the sky, in front of many terrifying ancient figures, wearing colorful robes and double golden crowns, causing the order of time and space to collapse and distorting the will of all things, is looking down at the world.

Silk threads hung from her fingertips, and the ends were connected to creatures from other worlds.

As the silk thread danced, countless creatures like a vast sea of ​​smoke roared like crazy, chanting the name of this ancient one in an ancient language full of blasphemy.

Her name is... Nyarlathotep, the walking Chaos!