Chapter 1024

In the pitch-black void, there is a plane that is not very large but spherical, floating alone in the void.

Generally, small planes are irregular in shape. Only those massive main material planes that have reached hydrostatic equilibrium will be circular.

So this small plane has traces of artificial trimming, but it can't be seen on the surface. Some unknown plants grow on it, wrapping it into a dense forest, looking like a plain plant plane.

At this moment, deep in the forest, large areas of plants fell, revealing a huge array. Some elements circulated and operated in the array, capturing information from the distant void.

Following this array downward, reaching the center of the plane, inside is a huge multi-layer structure space. Countless arrays, huge pillars, and iron chains support this space steadily.

At the very center, perpendicular to the direction of the array, a thick iron chain hangs, suspending a huge iron ball in the center.

In the gaps of the iron ball, powerful energy fluctuations are overflowing. Along with the overflow is a painful wail: So painful—let go—pain—kill—all—

However, everyone is used to this kind of wailing, each busy with their own work, some adjusting the array, some checking parameters, some adjusting the coordinate system map.

In front of the coordinate system map, a tall phantom stands, wrapped in a cloak, eyes closed tightly.

On the coordinate system map, a light spot is circled by white light, and another light spot moving at high speed is circled by red light. The red light is moving rapidly toward the white light and will soon overlap.

But the tall cloaked phantom still had no reaction. The subordinates couldn't help it and reminded: "Lord Beimian, the world-destroying impact is about to hit the target, my lord?"

After shouting several times, the phantom moved. The entire phantom became "vivid," as if it had just been injected with a soul. A distressed voice sounded from the phantom: "Isn't it not hit yet? Why shout at me so early? Are you afraid that the world-destroying impact won't hit the target?"

The subordinate is a tall creature also wrapped in a cloak, but it is not a phantom, but a physical entity. The cloak is wrapped around the body, and the hem hangs down, looking like a candle from a distance.

Hearing Beimian's words, the subordinate also responded distressedly: "You are not here at such an important moment. What if? What if it doesn't hit the target? What to do?"

"Pfft! Who can block a world-destroying impact that can shatter a plane? Psychopath." Beimian said angrily, but his consciousness had come over, so he had to focus his attention on the coordinate system map, watching the two light spots approaching constantly.

Taking this opportunity, the subordinate asked curiously: "My lord, why did we suddenly attack the Death Ruins? There is nothing there. Wouldn't attacking it be too wasteful of the power of the destruction impact?"

Obviously, in the eyes of the subordinate, the Undead City, which possesses hundreds of thousands of wise undead creatures, is called "nothing."

Beimian said: "How can there be nothing? A pile of origin relics, and the residual soul of the plane will. I am preparing to blast out the residual soul of the plane will."

"And then?" The subordinate asked.

"And then? Then it will instinctively look for a new shell. I let the Glass Dragon drag the God's Body of Omniscience over. Seeing this kind of body that can accommodate its residual soul, it will definitely instinctively drill into it." Beimian said confidently.

"What if? What if it doesn't drill, what to do?" The subordinate asked.

Beimian was angry: "How can there be so many what-ifs? You are pessimistic every day. Why are you so pessimistic? Can't you think in a good direction?"

The subordinate shook his head: "No, you have pitted me many times. Last time you said you wouldn't be late, and then you were late, the transmission window closed, and we flew for ten months before flying back. And the time before last, you said the experiment was safe, let me try, and then the experiment failed, I had half my body blown off, and went back to repair for a month before repairing it, and the time before that..."

"Good, good, good, what if it doesn't drill, I will go over and catch it and stuff it in myself, okay." Beimian was at a loss and hurriedly compromised.

But it's also true, following this kind of boss, which subordinate can be optimistic? Not being pitted to death is already a hard life.

The subordinate asked uncomprehendingly: "The Death Ruins have existed for hundreds of years. You didn't hit its idea before. Why did you suddenly think of the residual soul of the plane will?"

Beimian said embarrassedly: "Wasn't there a God of Omniscience before? Originally wanted to sacrifice the God of Omniscience and his believers to nurture a new plane will, but didn't expect it to be destroyed by a guy who jumped out from I don't know where, and also tore off more than half of the Undying Divine Fire. No way, had to pick up the residual soul and use it."

"Who dares to destroy the lord's affairs? The Plane of Omniscience is a plan you prepared for hundreds of years. If you dare to sabotage, we will find him and beat him into fragments, and then slowly repair him." The subordinate said fiercely.

Beimian laughed embarrassedly: "Hehe... hehe..."

"What's wrong? Is this idea not good?" The subordinate asked suspiciously.

"Forget it, forget it, the other party is not intentional, let him go for the time being." Beimian said embarrassedly.

The subordinate blinked. He knew his boss too well. A plan prepared for hundreds of years was destroyed by someone, and he actually let it go?

The one who can make him give up revenge is definitely not whether the other party is intentional or not, but very strong, strong enough that he dare not provoke, so he would let it go so easily.

Hiss—strength strong enough to make Lord Beimian dare not provoke?

Chatting to here, the red-circled light spot on the coordinate system map flickered faster. Its distance from the white-circled light spot was already very close and was about to overlap. Beimian also had no mood to talk, his attention was all on the light spot, waiting for the moment they overlapped.

Beep beep beep beep—the closer the two light spots were, the more urgent the alarm sound became, until the moment they finally overlapped, the short beep sound turned into a long: Beep—

The red-circled light spot disappeared.

After waiting for a while, Beimian turned his head suspiciously and looked at the subordinate: "Is the coordinate system map broken?"

After the red and white circled light spots overlapped, they should have disappeared at the same time, but now, the red-circled light spot disappeared, and the white-circled light spot still stayed in place and flickered.

The subordinate floated up, smashed the array with a bang, and shook his head: "Not broken."

"Then why are the Death Ruins still there?" Beimian asked.

The subordinate shook his head: "How would I know, could it be... what if it happened?"

"What if your head." Beimian scolded, closed his eyes, and projected his consciousness to a certain point: "Ailafate, are you still in the Death Ruins? Look back and see if the Death Ruins are still there?"

The consciousness of the transparent dragon Ailafate came from the soul. Its emotions were a bit flustered, and its consciousness was a bit intermittent, as if it had been frightened by something: "Lord... Lord Beimian, there is a humanoid creature, carrying a hammer, who smashed your world-destroying impact."