Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 1485: I am omniscient, I am omnipotent

Touching that remnant body means...inheriting the Spirit King.

The full version of "Omnipotence" surpasses the power of the past, present, and future, and the authority of "forward" and "still" is placed in front of him three feet away.

The remnant body of the spirit king buried in the crystal stared at Lord with those lifeless, empty eyes.

A wave of movement from the depths of the soul, as if a hearty meal was served in front of a hungry person, constantly seducing his taste buds.

The soul secretes 'saliva'.

It is the power contained in it, longing for that remnant body.

Get it!

Take it away!

Take it back!

Only in this way can we be "complete"!

Yes, the impulse from the soul seems to be longing for power, but what it really longs for should be completeness.

After seeing the remnant body of the spirit king, for some reason, there seemed to be a voice in his heart telling him that the "missing" part of himself was right in front of him.

"Suck... breathe..."

Loud took a deep breath and remained still.

If you say you are not moved, you must be deceiving yourself.

But compared to this seductive power, Lord is more concerned about what kind of existence the system that has been by his side and helped him grow to this day is.

Using strong willpower, he stopped half a step, and then asked again: "The system...answer my question, what are you?!"

【The host please touch the remnant of the "Spirit King" as soon as possible! 】

The system does not seem to have an independent consciousness and cannot answer Lord's questions. It is just a rigid program that urges him to complete the task according to the pre-determined method.

"What if I... refuse?"

A cold light flashed in the depths of Lord's eyes, and he asked in a seemingly calm tone, as if he was asking.

【The task will be judged as a failure. 】

The system still replied without emotion.

"And then?"

Lord slowly took half a step back, but his eyes were fixed on the crippled body to prevent any accidents: "What is the price of mission failure?"

This problem seems to be beyond the system's default.

It couldn't answer the question, so fell silent.

Seeing this situation, Lord also knew that there was a high probability that the system really didn't know, so he thought about it, changed his angle, and asked, "Tell me, where did the Spirit King... come from?"

If you can figure out this problem, maybe you can figure out the system and its creator.

Lord held his breath and waited quietly.

But unfortunately, after waiting for a while, the system is still silent and unable to answer this question.

"Isn't this question... okay?"

Lord thought for a while, so he changed his angle and asked, "Who turned the Spirit King into what he is now?"

Silence, still silence.

Next, Lord tentatively asked many questions.

For example: Is the Spirit King still alive? Are the Spirit King and God the same person? What does the Spirit King have to do with God? Is he still him after touching? And the final task of the system, what is it, and so on.

But all he got was silence.

Now, it seems that there are only two paths before Lord, either follow the system to touch the body, or turn around and leave.

It looks like there are two options, but in fact... there is only one.

Although the system did not mention the consequences of mission failure, it is known without thinking that the Chaos side headed by Nyarlathotep will awaken the sleeping terror and destroy countless worlds.

Even for the people he cares about, and the home he doesn't know if he can go back, he must choose to fight to the end.

"Hehe..."

Lord smiled bitterly.

He raised his head and looked at the remnant body of the Spirit King in the crystal, with mixed feelings in his heart, he sighed heavily.

What Hastur said is not wrong...

From the beginning, there is no author who writes the fate script, everything is an inevitable choice.

In that case... then come on.

Lord took a deep breath, no more hesitation, no more hesitation, step by step on the white jade steps, towards the remnant body of the King of Spirits.

One step...

Two steps...

Three steps...

Dah! clatter! clatter!

In the palace, the sound of footsteps echoed, and the young man in black finally stepped onto the top floor, facing the remnant body in the crystal, less than ten centimeters apart.

"If this is inevitable..."

Lord stared at her, slowly stretched out his hand, and pressed it on the cold crystal surface: "Then, I choose to accept. But... this does not mean that I will give up resistance."

The next moment, the crystal suddenly dissolved.

The remnant of the spirit king who was sealed in it seemed to be injected with life, and a dazzling white light flashed in the empty eyes.

Buzz! ! !

The entire Lingwang Palace was shaking.

The countless stars in Rob's sky seemed to be celebrating the birth of the Spirit King, shining unparalleled light.

Then, from the very center of the palace, a terrifying energy suddenly erupted, which was comparable to the energy of a supernova explosion. In an instant, an endless halo of light was set off on the sea of ​​clouds, spreading out in all directions.

Wherever it passes, everything dies.

Time is lost, space is lost, and order is shattered.

In less than a thousandth of a second, the fairyland-like space was shattered, leaving only endless void and chaos.

Then, a faint light flickered in the dark chaos.

Accompanied by the flickering of that faint ray of light, the void of chaos continued to shrink inward, as if in the central area, there was a huge gravitational force like a black hole, devouring the shattered order, as well as all tangible and intangible substances.

In a way, this scene is like... a throwback.

Or, it is repeating the [initial].

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At the same time.

The world outside the pyramid showed signs of fragmentation and collapse.

The jet-black fissures that are thousands of feet long extend to the end of the world, criss-crossing under the blood-red sky, like a spider's web, spreading everywhere as far as the eye can see, making it frightening to watch.

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However, this is not the worst.

The powerful realm beyond light and darkness shrouded down, reaching the unstoppable depths of the void and chaos.

Winter! winter! winter!

One after another, the extremely heavy drum burst, accompanied by the monotonous sound of the flute, making a profane and hateful tune.

The stars are twinkling; the earth is collapsing; the sky is tearing apart.

Large, dark, terrifying, blind, stupid, and unknown terrifying figures, through the twinkling stars, seem to hear the call of ancient times, dancing slowly and clumsily, becoming little by little clear and distinct.

From the chaotic black mist that filled the world, ancient terrifying monsters emerged one after another.

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And the one standing high in the sky, in front of many terrifying ancient figures, wearing colorful robes and double golden crowns, the existence that collapsed the order of time and space and distorted the will of all things, is looking down at the world.

Silk threads hang down from her fingertips, and the ends are connected to creatures from other worlds.

Following the dancing of the silk thread, countless creatures like a sea of ​​mist roared madly, chanting the name of this ancient man in an ancient language full of profanity.

Her name is... Crouching Chaos, Nyarlathotep!

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