Chapter 757 The Probability of Chaos
"Why do I always feel that every time I see you again after a brief separation, you'll be in some kind of trouble?"
The figure standing in front of Dorothy isolated herself from all harm. The chaos fire that was supposed to burn everything didn't even have the chance to touch this figure before being blasted away.
The chaos fire that was powerful enough to blow up the entire Starry Sky Tower could only be matched by one punch from Mo Cheng who was serious.
[One hundred kilometers, about one second.]
The voice fell completely silent. It could see clearly that outside the gate of the material world opened by the Starry Sky Tower Forest, a billowing dragon of smoke was rising. That was when Mo Cheng sensed something a hundred miles away. It took him less than a second to reach the gate of the material world of the Starry Sky Tower Forest.
What kind of strength of body is that?
Moreover, at the last moment of reaching the gate, Mo Cheng did not go directly through the gate into the Starry Sky Tower Forest, but disappeared and reappeared in some way, crossing some kind of space boundary and appearing here.
He also released all the kinetic energy generated by his speed of 100 kilometers per second through his fists.
Without excessive heat, even the clothes on his body were not damaged. It was certain that the clothes on the man in front of him did not have any protective power beyond that of ordinary textiles.
Moreover, after observing in hundreds of different ways, no energy dissipation or obvious fatigue was seen on Mo Cheng.
In other words, the speed and the attack just now did not require Mo Cheng to rest and he could launch them at any time.
The consumption will not be more than walking.
When she realized that Mo Cheng was standing in front of her, blocking all the harm as usual, Dorothy breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground without caring about her manners. "I was here to help you find information out of kindness, but someone came and complained about me for always causing trouble. You've changed, Cheng."
"Ah, that's because I was too worried about you, Dorothy."
Whenever Dorothy called him "Zha Cheng", for some reason, Mo Cheng would always speak without thinking, "I'm worried that you might get hurt, and let us say goodbye to each other forever like the sun and the moon . When I think of this possibility, this pain can't be relieved even if it turns into an endless black tide to submerge the earth."
"Just thinking about the cruel future makes my heart suffer infinite pain. It hurts so much."
His mouth was completely out of control of his mind, and even Mo Cheng himself didn't know what he was saying. It felt a bit like the lines he heard from a drama.
But it didn't matter, because at this time the crazy female voice had interrupted Mo Cheng's intention to continue speaking.
"You are special, a [real person] who does not exist at any time. But you will eventually become the nourishment of my love and the ladder for him to move towards the [ultimate truth]."
Flame, the fire of chaos, inherited from the old witch Izalith, the flame burning at the bottom of the abyss erupted.
Different from Slyrick's Pillar of Creation, the Dragon Flame of the Ancient Dragon of Fire.
It is also different from the rebellious force in the realm of nothingness, the fire of life ignited by infinite vitality.
It is also not the elemental fire that the supplicant Karl possesses.
It is not the infernal fire that is born from infinite negative emotions.
Chaos represents infinite possibilities.
The fire of chaos is not a fire that destroys everything. On the contrary, it is a fire that is formed by the gathering of infinite probabilities and gives birth to everything.
The magic of chaos is to control infinite probabilities. When chaos is pushed to the limit, it becomes a terrifying force that determines the [future] and [results] in an instant.
But the witch Clana does not have that level of power yet.
Even in the hotbed of chaos, the old witch Izalith cannot be said to have control over all probabilities.
When the old witch is truly able to control all probabilities, the [chaos] in her hands is no longer chaos, but [fate].
And at that time, she was the god who controlled all [destiny].
Even gods have to succumb to the "fate" she weaves.
But it is obvious that the old witch Izalith has not yet been able to completely control [Chaos] and thus master [Destiny]. As a witch, Clana will be even further away from mastering [Chaos].
In a moment, Mo Cheng sensed the future that the witch Crana had determined for him in the chaos fire, which was death and destruction.
This is the ultimate fate of all existence in the universe. The destruction of matter is determined from the moment it is born.
Whether it is material or magical, in this inevitable destruction, all they can do is wait for the final judgment to come.
All the star towers in the Starry Sky Tower Forest lit up, and a strange duet sounded, "Go, I can only hold her back for a while."
Starlight flew out from everywhere, trying to interfere with and deflect the already determined fate. At the same time, it was also intended to intercept the already crazy witch and buy a way to survive for Mo Cheng and Dorothy.
"The power of the starry sky? Sturdy, old-fashioned, and maintaining an order that should have been broken long ago."
"You will perish with them!"
Death and destruction turned into a faint light, a symbol of the power of the final fate of all things falling from the sky. No one can escape this final fate.
Apart from……
Mo Cheng punched the unknown duo and sent them flying to the side, "Don't get in the way, just stay aside."
Before bringing death and destruction upon his body, Mo Cheng only did one thing.
He activated the [Black King Rod].
In an instant, Mo Cheng's body grew to more than three meters in height, and his whole body was shining with golden light.
Under that golden light, death, destruction, and whatever fate there was, all had only one ending.
That is...
"Break it for me!"
Death, destruction, fate, and even causality were not imposed on Mo Cheng. He even grabbed them with his hands. Then the witch Clana could see that those things that should have been concepts were given to him by the three-meter-tall guy...
…Birth! Life! Pinch! Explosion!
"Fate? Karma? Ending?"
Like the sparks produced by the collision and friction between two pieces of steel, Mo Cheng's voice was like a long sword, cold, tough, and full of destructive power.
"These things you're talking about, they're just not hard enough."
"If you want to challenge me in fate, let Izalith come in person."
Although Mo Cheng was standing on the ground, and even though the witch Crana was flying hundreds of meters in the air, she still felt like she was being looked down upon.
One's own knowledge, one's own strength, and even one's own identity are less important than roadside weeds in the eyes of others.
No one knew why, and no one knew what force was interfering, but the witch Clana's heart was beating violently and madly, warning its master to run away quickly.
Escape from that terror.
