Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

After the final trial is broken, of course it should disappear and die.

However, Rope did not show any signs of exiting.

"Now it's officially "Evil God" Rope who takes over the useless battle in Vientiane. "

The mouth of the bone mask cracked open, and a smile appeared.

He opened his four arms, showing a gesture of embracing the heaven and the earth, and the infinite "chaos" and "war" rose from his hands.

The power of war is mixed with the power of Chaos.

Full power, strengthening, boosting, boosting, surpassing—

The Great Magic "Anthem of Destruction from the Father of Demons"!

Chapter [-] The Ascension Ceremony "Four-fold fetal movement"

Invisible fluctuations shrouded the realm of the day.

The Great Divine Technique acted on Hope, making his originally surprised expression stagnate.

In this moment, the young man understood the truly supreme power of war.And the vast chaos in which order and chaos are eternally intertwined.

"Did I... fail?"

The boy muttered to himself.

The dawn of human hope he brought was slowly occupied by the unknown darkness, presenting an unprecedented dark scene.

"Has the hope of mankind... disappeared because of me?"

"No, the hope of mankind will never be lost."

Rope said calmly.

"They don't have any special properties. They are like a speck of dust in the vast multiverse, meaningless, but solid. Struggling, thriving, sinking, falling, no matter the outcome, human beings are always making choices. .Your efforts are not meaningless, because "everything is useless" is indeed defeated by you. "

"No, this is not my concept... I can still fight... I want to bring real hope to mankind..."

The intellect of hope is being deprived, and this is exactly the phenomenon after he was created and destroyed.

Where did you come from, where do you go back to.

"Win the king or lose the bandit, shut up and leave quietly."

Luo Pei put his fingers together and made a sharp sword posture. The scarlet war power was shining brightly, and the head of hope was pierced with a single blow.

At this point, the young man's body full of prestige was occupied by shattered cracks.

Then the pieces were shattered, and not even a shred of fluorescence remained.

Even with the blessings of the three thousand worlds of human history, he is still just a puppet container of power.In the face of the prince of chaos who really came from the multiverse, this origin naturally determines the superiority and inferiority, not to mention the dawn of the multiverse pan-human beings never need him to prove.

The third permanent institution, the spiritual personality of the transcendent body, was placed in front of Rope after hope was completely dead.

This time there was nothing there, able to move it away from Rope's eyes.

Human history is suffering an unprecedented shock.

The power of the great divine art "Anthem of Destruction from the Father of All Demons" has just been exerted, and the invisible wave of crushing hope is just an appetizing dessert.

It can be seen that the countless worlds, the countless human beings, and the history they have created are being devalued.This is not to say that the power of human history has weakened, but that after the formal introduction of concepts such as multiverse chaos and war, their meaning of existence began to be less "absolute".

This allows Rope to get to the very heart of Hakoniwa and human history.

Human futility is never something that demeans human beings, its value in existence is correction.Correct human arrogance, correct human prejudice.In the vast multiverse, human beings are just a part, and excessive arrogance cannot be tolerated.

Rope restored the appearance of the black-haired youth from the body of the dark blue devil, and then grabbed the last spirit of the third permanent mechanism and fused it into his body.

His abyss-like soul realm burst out with a 'hum' sound in an instant.

Just like the last scoop of water falling into a pool that is about to overflow, the perfection of divine power does not need to be described in words, just by looking at the eyes that are directly connected to the soul, you can know a thing or two.

"Royalty, war, time, chaos, joy, dark matter...the perfection!"

Rope looked at his trembling hands, and an omnipotent pleasure poured out continuously.

At this time, Azalea asked.

'Are you ready, Appey. '

Her voice was different from before, without any sense of ridicule and joy.

There was even a hint of sadness in Azalea's tone.

'I have thought countless times how I would feel when Ape came to this position.Happy?joy?Indulge?Love?In the end, I found out that I still have guilt in it... Next, Apei will indeed gain supreme glory and power, but on the other hand, you will also face an unbearably heavy responsibility and fate...'

Lead the chaos, rule the chaos, and fight the order.

This proves that Ropey will forever devote himself to the collision of the two forces.

'Now, what are you talking about? '

Ropey smiled gently.

'Didn't I know this before embarking on this long journey?Azalea, this is what I wish for. '

'Um.Ape, shall we make an appointment? '