Chapter 1124: Choice

Beside the bronze long table, in the position belonging to the "Chariot."

Light rose and solidified into the figure of Lu Mian with three heads.

He looked toward the very top of the mottled bronze long table and said:

"Mr. 'Fool,' I have already obtained the remaining 'Conqueror' Beyonder characteristics from the 'Red Angel' Medici. I want to go to Morora as soon as possible."

Mr. "Fool" nodded gently:

"You can go at any time. I will provide the necessary help."

Lu Mian understood that the help Mr. "Fool" mentioned was not helping him enter Morora, but providing necessary assistance in the matter of collecting "0-01."

Thinking that Mr. "Fool" had to maintain the outer barrier in the astral world while also being distracted to strengthen the seal left by the Celestial Worthy, and also had to hide the protected area to allow human society to continue temporarily, if it weren't for the fact that the three paths of the Mystery were good at dividing power, he wouldn't have been able to take care of everything at all. Lu Mian deliberated and said:

"I will try my best to solve it myself, but I have to go to the 'Forsaken Land of the Gods' first."

"By then, there might be accidents, and I need Mr. 'Fool' to gaze upon it in advance."

"No problem." Mr. "Fool," shrouded in gray fog, gave a guarantee in a gentle voice.

"Forsaken Land of the Gods," at the top of the continuous mountain range.

Lu Mian's figure was rapidly outlined here, and he saw a man with silver long hair, wearing a linen robe, with soft features and a beautiful face.

"'Angel of Fate' Ouroboros?" Lu Mian's head in the middle asked.

That man's expression was gentle, and his tone was indifferent as he answered:

"What is the matter?"

He did not deny that he was the King of Angels from the ancient era, the "Angel of Fate" Ouroboros.

"I want to see Greisha Adam, or Adam Greisha." Lu Mian laughed.

The "Angel of Fate" Ouroboros turned his body, letting the giant cross behind him fully appear, but it was empty, with no divine body hanging on it.

"The Lord was, is, and will be." Ouroboros said piously, "If you can't see Him, it's your own problem."

Lu Mian was not affected by the "Angel of Fate's" answer, looked at the giant cross, and laughed loudly:

"I have brought a hope to save the world. Do you see it, or not?"

"As the most powerful 'Reader,' you should be able to hear that I am not lying."

An ocean that seemed to contain all colors suddenly surged from beneath the giant cross, submerging the entire mountain range, with only the place where Lu Mian and the "Angel of Fate" Ouroboros stood remaining.

On this chaotic "ocean," a human light shadow walked on the dark surface, as if connecting heaven and earth.

He still retained a human appearance, with light golden beards covering the lower half of his face, and golden eyes as clear and pure as a baby's. His body no longer had a sense of reality, purely condensed from light and shadow.

At his feet, he dragged a long black shadow. That shadow was not completely the same as him, having five heads. Behind his head, a golden sun rose slowly.

"I see Him." Lu Mian turned his head and laughed at the "Angel of Fate" Ouroboros.

He turned to expand his body, turning into an iron giant burning with purple flames, looked toward Greisha Adam, and said with a brilliant smile:

"Before speaking of that hope, I want to give you a punch."

Greisha Adam's eyes, as clear as a baby's, had no emotional fluctuation, and he answered in a magnificent voice:

"Okay."

Lu Mian's expression became cold.

He "teleported" in front of Greisha Adam, clenched his left fist, and with purple flames, struck hard at the right cheek of this god.

Amidst the explosion of a boom, Greisha Adam's head tilted to one side, his cheek sunken, his mouth cracked, and his flesh and blood were blurred.

Immediately after, Lu Mian's right fist also swung out, and the raging purple flames covered Greisha Adam's left cheek.

Bang!

Jin Huang blood splashed, the skull broke, and it was charred everywhere.

When Lu Mian "teleported" to the main body, the "Angel of Fate" Ouroboros had already lowered his head, praying piously and humbly, over and over again.

Lu Mian withdrew his fist, floated in mid-air, and said with an ostentatious smile:

"This punch is Medici's."

He then looked at Greisha Adam's eyes and said in a teasing tone:

"Don't be angry, this is a necessary sacrifice."

Greisha Adam's golden eyes were clear, not angry, not hateful, no mockery, no reprimand, still clear enough to reflect Lu Mian's figure.

The flames on his face were still burning, and the wounds had not healed.

The smile on Lu Mian's face gradually disappeared.

After staring at each other for a few seconds, he smiled and said:

"That hope is..."

He raised his right hand and pressed the strange dark-gold mask in the middle of the head on his left shoulder:

"I will take it off."

Greisha Adam looked at him gently, without asking, and without urging.

Lu Mian continued as if talking to himself:

"This face should have originally belonged to the original Creator, but after experiencing the loss of balance, the addition of the 'Mother's' power, and the re-acquisition of balance, it became the resurrection vessel for the original God."

"If I take off this mask left by the Celestial Worthy, something very fun will happen."

Lu Mian revealed a smile on his face again and said to Greisha Adam in a relaxed tone:

"The consciousness of the 'original God' is competing with you for the control of the 'Chaos Sea' and this body. At this time, if another resurrection opportunity suddenly appears, what will He choose?"

"If He splits His spirit to influence this head and this face, from a symbolic point of view, it is equivalent to choosing to retreat and give up in the competition with you. Your disadvantage will be reversed instantly, and you will occupy the absolute upper hand. After that, we might welcome a new pillar, a pillar standing on our side, and the hope of surviving the apocalypse will inevitably increase greatly."

"If the 'original God' is unwilling to have retreat and giving up behavior appear, then the awakening of this head and this face will stagnate, but it will still retain enough specialness. Using this specialness, I can accomplish many things, and the hope of this world being saved will appear from this. Hehe, maybe, just maybe."

Lu Mian looked toward Greisha Adam's golden eyes again and said with a full face of smiles:

"I am looking forward to the original God making a choice."

After speaking, Lu Mian pressed that mask without the slightest hesitation or delay and pulled it up.

Deep inside the dark-gold mask, a light door with a slight cyan-black luster appeared, quickly detached, and flew back into the gray-white mist that didn't know when it had permeated the high sky.

The next second, Lu Mian took off that strange dark-gold mask.

Under the mask was a whirlpool-shaped face, with no eyes, no nose, no mouth, and no bones. The whirlpool was composed of chaotic liquid containing all colors.

Lu Mian looked at this face expectantly, waiting for it to have further changes.

However, that chaotic whirlpool did not have any rotation, nor did it manifest a new normal face.

The faces of Tudor and Cheek on both sides of this head were distorted, as if feeling some kind of pain.

Lu Mian pursed his lips and said "bada":

"What a pity..."

He didn't hide his disappointment, turned his body, and returned to the side of the "Angel of Fate" Ouroboros.

Behind him, the giant light man sank slowly, and the shadow with five heads and the golden brilliant sun sank back into the "Chaos Sea."

Above him, the gray-white mist in the high sky gradually became illusory and returned to formlessness.

Lu Mian tossed the strange dark-gold mask and caught it, caught it and tossed it, sighed, and looked at the "Angel of Fate" Ouroboros:

"Why don't you chase after that speaker of the 'Life School of Thought'?"

Lu Mian's own face and the face formed by the chaotic whirlpool turned toward Ouroboros simultaneously.

The "Angel of Fate" Ouroboros looked gentle, and his tone was indifferent as he answered:

"The opportunity has been lost."

"What needs to be done next is waiting and choosing."

Lu Mian laughed "hehe" twice and didn't ask any more.

On Cheek's face, eyes more beautiful than sapphires suddenly reflected an illusory and layered dark world.

Lu Mian's figure disappeared from the spot, and with the help of the special mirror world, he traveled ostentatiously to the "City of Exile" Morora.

The seal here was indeed opened for him by a gap.

Lu Mian's feet stepped on the streets of Morora, which had been baptized by various disasters, and walked step by step toward the entrance of the underground mausoleum in the potholes.

He looked around casually and found that those vicious Morora residents were terrified and tried to avoid him after seeing he had three heads.

Their thoughts were not put into practice. Some were attracted by the beautiful face of the "Witch of Apocalypse" Cheek, which was full of maternal radiance, and were unwilling to move their eyes away for even a second. Some knelt on the ground under the gaze of the "Blood Emperor" Alista Tudor, completely expressing their submission. Some looked at the face formed by the chaotic whirlpool without blinking.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Someone was ignited, someone turned into a mirror, someone highlighted dense fish scales, someone's skin cracked inch by inch, growing eyes that were indifferent and ruthless...

They were crazy, lost control, after looking at the face formed by the chaotic whirlpool.

Do not look directly at the gods!

Lu Mian felt the venting of violent, crazy, and destructive emotions and walked into the underground mausoleum step by step.

He came to the dark wilderness and came to the mountain of corpses.

He raised his head and looked at the flag with an iron-black pole, obvious scorch marks, and a large number of dangerous blood spots.

"0-01," "Salinger's Blood Flag"!

Lu Mian revealed a smile and said "humbly":

"Boss, I've come to see you."

As soon as the words fell, a bright red color seeped out from between his brows, as if forming a blood-colored banner.

He completed the prayer. He prayed for power from the "Root of Calamity" and "Destructive Disaster."

He became the priest of war and apocalypse, becoming the incarnation of destruction and chaos.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 1125 =====