Chapter 450 is coming
The sealed place.
'I might be courting death.'
A thought emerged in Fang Xian's consciousness.
Even though Nicholas was in a sleeping and sealed state, the terror of the Ancient Overlord was far beyond the limits of his imagination.
The improved Hopskiden magic only helped him integrate into the body of the ancient ruler, allowing the wills of the two to begin to merge.
The forbidden spell created by Hopkins was not meant to devour the gods, but to actively merge with the gods!
Let yourself become a part of the great existence!
This was the influence he had received without realizing it, and it was also the greatest deception the rulers had played on him!
At this time, Fang Xian had lost his physical body, and his will broke into Nicholas' spiritual sea.
He felt like an ordinary person who suddenly broke into the dark universe.
Not to mention the vastness of the sun and planets.
Even just cosmic rays could kill him instantly.
The so-called "spiritual stamp" is not as effective as a space suit.
"Is this the power of a level 7, a true god? Just the will alone is far beyond level 6... I'm going to die... "
Fang Xian's will only lasted for a short period of time before it began to become blurred.
"My adventure... my reincarnation... ends here..."
"But... I don't regret it..."
In the last moment of his blurred consciousness, Fang Xian saw large areas of darkness suddenly emerging from the depths of his consciousness.
They squirmed and gathered together to form an indescribable huge figure.
Human beings are like dust before Him.
From the darkness, a shriveled round object stretched out. It should be His head.
There are several corpses and mummies in this skull, which is shriveled and full of death. There are many grooves on the surface, each of which is comparable to a ten-thousand-meter trench in the ocean.
Just looking at Him made Fang Xian's consciousness close to collapse and madness.
Yet there is an inexplicable feeling of familiarity.
"He looked over here? Is He angry? This gaze... seems familiar..."
Fang Xian recalled that this was the existence he had provoked in the River Styx.
When he was summoned by Roca, he had no power at all, but he carried an immortal poem with him.
The other party is the being that bestows the power of immortal poetry.
He...had already been eyeing me in the River Styx and had marked me in the deepest part of my consciousness!
And now, His prey was about to be snatched away by Nicholas.
This being in the Styx suddenly became angry.
In the deep darkness of the universe, a large number of tentacles emerged and entangled with the mummy.
This is part of Nikolaia's will, which has also awakened and is fighting the enemy.
Fang Xian's consciousness quickly retreated to the edge and kept escaping, just like a small boat in the raging sea.
"Finally... I barely saw a glimmer of hope to survive in the cracks..."
His will quickly eroded the surrounding universe. Although the speed was slow, it was very firm.
Introducing possible variables is his only hope of survival!
"Persist... I must persevere... By relying on the confrontation of these two wills, I can survive in the cracks and truly refine this universe, even if it's only 10%!"
This is an extremely long and painful process, and the crisis of destruction may come at any time.
Once the two great beings decide the winner and the tenuous balance is broken, it will be the end of Fang Xian.
But Fang Xian no longer cared about all that and was determined to fight to the death.
This is his only hope of survival!
Moreover, he has a huge advantage.
That is, the time for the stars to return to their positions has not yet arrived, and these two ancient rulers are both in a sealed state.
In other words, at this moment, only a part of their subconscious mind is fighting.
Although it was enough to destroy the world, it was not yet the moment of deepest despair.
"More than a year..."
"I must maintain this fragile balance for more than a year... to gain a certain level of strength before I can face Nikolaia's real counterattack!"
Fang Xian's consciousness was extremely firm.
This time, he has gambled his soul and everything he has!
…
The year 1605 of the Iron Calendar.
Philip City.
"The long river of time is not subject to human will. Finally... it has finally come to this year..."
Vivian looked up, looked at the falling snowflakes, sighed, and walked into a villa.
When she walked in, her expression was replaced by a smile: "Mom and Dad... I'm back."
"Oh, it's Vivian?"
Leiber sat in a recliner, wearing his reading glasses, and put down the newspaper.
Her mother was busy in the kitchen.
As for Joan?
He has moved out to start a new family, and I recently heard that his wife is pregnant.
This was something to be thankful for, although Vivian didn't know what to say.
She put down her presents and enjoyed dinner with her parents.
Finally, after the dishes were cleared away, Leiber poured himself a glass of beer and paired it with dried squid. He chewed slowly and asked, "You... have something to tell us. Ever since you moved our family here, I know you have a lot of power... Let me guess, is it from the research you aspire to do?"
It must be said that although Leiber was hypnotized and forgot some of his memories, as a university professor, his observation and thinking abilities are very sharp.
"And in Philip City, we all know that the Lost Cult controls everything in it. You are a big shot in the Lost Cult."
Leiber expressed his guess gently.
"Yes."
Vivian suddenly felt the same shame as when she was caught cheating on an exam as a child. Of course, it only lasted for a moment.
She chose to admit: "According to the beliefs of our sect, there will be a disaster soon. You should not go out again. We have built an underground safe house... It is tall and solid, has a good ventilation system, and has enough food and material reserves for thousands of people to consume for more than three years..."
"Fortunately..." Leiber smiled: "You are not going to mobilize us to offer sacrifices... Although I am indeed very interested in the Lost God, He is a brand new god, and He only requires flowers and fruits as sacrifices, which is very rare in the rituals of other gods..."
"The Lost God... has been silent for a long time, but I believe that He will return, grant us revelation, and protect us from the disaster of the end of the world."
Vivian replied .
She thought about some recent intelligence.
Because the end of the world was approaching, the pagans went into a state of madness.
Various heinous and vicious cases emerged one after another, and even the secret keepers found it difficult to suppress them. They had to shrink their forces and defend several important cities.
Because the Lost Order took over the city of Philip in its entirety and possessed a strong protective force, this place was not attacked.
