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In short, do whatever you want!

Using this Noble Phantasm, you can modify the world at will, which is the cheating ability of the Game Master (game administrator) unique to BB.

For others, it is impossible to reproduce the Noble Phantasm CCC, but this is not a problem for Annan.

In the attainment of imaginary number ability, Annan threw BB a few streets, as for the power of the mother's womb, although he himself did not have it, but Tiamat has it!

This is nothing to say, wife help me!

With Tiamat's help, Annan didn't have any difficulty at all. He directly rubbed the Noble Phantasm against the stars, and the scale was even larger than BB's CCC.

"The formula for victory has been completed, give me defeat, Arto!"

"Come on then, Annan!"

Art's voice was loud, and above the spear, the strongest concept stirred the world, and attacked with an indomitable domineering.

In an infinitesimal moment of a second, the spear that penetrated the world surpassed the speed of light, surpassing the world, and even Annan could not catch it.

Space is shattered, time is cut off, cause and effect collapse, the world is shattered...

Honestly, to ravage with overwhelming force, this is the definition of the strongest blow.

In front of the well-deserved strongest, all obstacles are just a joke.

"No matter when, facing this edge that shreds the world, it's so terrifying."

"...But, this time, I won't back down!"

Annan stepped forward abruptly and stood in front of Tiamat, his figure as tall as a mountain.

Artosh has used his full force to attack many times, but Annan has never responded directly, and he can hide if he can.

But that's just because Annan didn't have a reason to fight with Artemiu.

And now, for good reason.

With Tiamat behind him, he couldn't and didn't need to dodge!

"In the dictionary of our husband and wife, there is no word for defeat!!!"

Annan tore off his shirt, and dense magic circuits emerged on his sturdy body, like the roots of a knotted tree, supporting the phantom of a giant tree.

The incalculable magic power roared out like an abyss, the power of imaginary numbers rejoiced, and the universe was stained with nothingness.

"Disappear silently, my shadow will cover the world - CCC (Cursed Cutting Crater)!!!"

The real name is liberated, and the Noble Phantasm is fully deployed!

Under Annan's roar, the darkness that eroded the world expanded to a scale comparable to the Milky Way in an instant.

In this huge galaxy, the imaginary space has replaced the real world, and the laws have been changed accordingly, and the old world will be replaced by the new world woven by Annan!

In the world built by Annan, everything is up to him!

I saw that Annan was a little bit intent on killing, and the world itself turned into a weapon and blasted away towards Artesu.

Countless stars exploded, countless black holes collapsed, and the universe was constantly undergoing a cycle of creation and destruction.

But the spear glow of Artesu's incarnation did not lag a bit, and the dazzling light shone incomparably, breaking through, breaking through, and breaking through again!Decisive's strongest blow is so unstoppable!

"The strongest principle is infinite, and it is normal that the finite universe cannot be matched."

Annan has no meaning at all about failing to stop Artesio's advance. No one knows his opponent better than him, and no one knows better than him how to defeat Artesio.

"In the game, even the strongest gamer can't beat the GM!"

This is because the GM has the same value as the strongest player, and has more authority than it, and CCC is this invincible Noble Phantasm that makes people a GM!

"In other words, I'm already invincible!"

In the face of the strongest blow that was about to run through him, Annan also faced it with a fearless punch, and the infinite meaning of the strongest even permeated his body! ! !

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silence……

nothingness……

dark……

In this scene that seemed like the end of the world, a ray of light swept through like a torrent, shattering the eternal void.

"This is the defeat - so it is, it is indeed a bloody, happy battle."

The deity who conquered the world by force and defined the strongest principle let out a sigh of satisfaction.

At this moment, the long spear has been broken into pieces of scrap iron, many of the wings behind him are broken, and the strong body is full of scars.

Faint light spots continued to escape from his body, and the activity of the spiritual marrow continued to decrease, and it would not be long before Artosh died.

However, Artosh didn't care about the fact of his demise at all, he just closed his eyes slightly, recalling the feeling of being defeated after trying his best in the first battle, recalling the emotions he had never experienced before.

"My dear, if someone who doesn't know sees it, I'm afraid they will think that the loser is me and the winner is you."

The imaginary space slowly collapsed, and the swallowed reality was returned. Annan's face was pale, and he felt that his blood vomiting skills were almost more proficient than Mr. Okita.

He was originally seriously injured. Even if he joined forces with Tiamat and shared the pressure, as the leader of the Noble Phantasm, Annan was still injured.

Not to mention the internal injury, the traumatic injury can be known by looking at his blackened right hand.

A blood hole penetrated directly from the face of his fist, penetrating Annan's shoulder blade all the way, and the hole was visible to the naked eye.

The blood vessels and nerves were all necrotic, the muscles and so on were all dissolved, the entire right arm was completely abolished, and it was even more difficult to dispel the power of Artesius, and the injury could not be repaired.

It's true that Annan won, but he was a bit more vocal than Artesius, and he looked half-dead.

In the end, it was Artosh's desperate blow, and it wasn't so easy to take.

"However, in the end, I had the last laugh."

Annan reluctantly showed a smile, and then fell down on Tiamat, leaning on Tiamat's arms, feeling that he couldn't even hook a finger.

Although both sides only made one move, all the blows were more dangerous than tens of thousands of rounds of war.

When the fist and the spear collided, the moment when the imaginary number and the strongest erupted...

The strength of both sides has risen to a meaningless infinity, and they have continued to grow stronger in parallel.

But even so, Annan did not surpass the strongest in the end.

To transcend the concept of being the strongest... it is impossible in principle to transcend the absolute strongest or something.

So, Annan finally played a trick... No, to be precise, Annan used a fighting method belonging to the weak.

"The 'strongest' scale itself is meaningless, but at the moment of defeat, you should understand what the strongest is."

Under the treatment of Tiamat, Annan's face became slightly bloody, and he had the strength to speak to Artexu.

The strongest is to be stronger than everyone, and it doesn't matter how strong it is, and it can't completely decide the outcome.

It is easier for the strong to win, but the weak can also defeat the strong.

Take a simple example.

Kill monsters by poisoning, but the person who poisoned them must be stronger than the monster?

Not so.

"What is the strong? What is the weak?"

"The strong are stronger than the weak, and the weak are weaker than the strong."

"The former relies on strength to win, and the latter relies on wisdom and means to make up for the lack of ability. The relationship between the two is always mutual."

A year later, Annan calmly answered Artosh's original question and proved his conclusion with facts.

"Indeed, as you said."

Artoius nodded, and a smug smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"So until the end, I was also the strongest."

"Alright, alright, you're the strongest... What's there to be proud of."

Annan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said helplessly: "You are completely beyond common sense, and you are stronger than everything, so you will fail. Because you are the strongest, I can use this feature to defeat you. To be honest, you are completely defeated. under its own might."

Just as the infinite needs to be defined by finite beings, the strongest also needs to be defined by the weak.

And when Annan replaced the real world with CCC's imaginary world, only him and Artosh remained in the world.

In other words, Artois's strength will be defined by Annan's strength.

It was by taking advantage of this feature that Annan was able to penetrate the essence of Artosh.

If the two continue to entangle, it will just keep repeating the strongest process, and there is no way to tell the winner and the loser. The best result is to lose both.

So Annan took the initiative to weaken himself when the fight reached a lose-lose situation.

Immediately, both Artesius and his strength plummeted, and with the serious injury, their strength declined.

But in the end, the place where the two fought was Annan's home court.

In a state of complete victory, Artosh was able to ignore the imaginary erosion of CCC, but when he became weak and seriously injured, he finally couldn't hold it any longer, and Annan seized the opportunity to use the power of imaginary numbers to deprive his spiritual essence.

To put it simply, everyone is left with blood, but Artosh has one more cursed state than Annan, and he loses blood faster than Annan, so he died first.

It is similar to killing monsters stronger than himself with poison.

This is the wisdom of the weak.

And this is something that the strongest Artosh has never honed.

"You are too strong, and you can push past everything you do, and you won't understand the survival of the weak at all."

Annan looked at Arto Xiu and said softly.

The strong practice strength, and the weak practice wisdom.

If you can't win directly, think about ways to win indirectly. If you can't win indirectly, then think of ways to win without fighting.

Just like Annan, who was not so powerful before, even if it is extremely ugly and ridiculous, he still uses his own tactics to force the restraint to the point of compromise.

"Yeah, it's still a complete defeat..."

Artixu turned his head slightly, his eyes penetrated into the distant space, and his pupils reflected a bandaged and wounded ghost, and the petite Ex-Machine beside him.