Chapter 1645 The power of destiny!

The underground hall of Night City.

The quill in Lin's hand was dripping with dark blood. His shadow was like the noise of an old TV, constantly twisting. Dense black threads climbed around him bit by bit from the shadow, but But with some doubts and fears, he didn't dare to get close.

In the center of the hall, the strange picture formed by spiritual energy reflected the view of the flesh and blood ruler at this moment.

Eve's induction has also shared the eyes of the ruler of flesh and blood while the authority is activated.

"Lord of Death?"

Sir Egwene's eyes flickered and he frowned:

"I have never heard of this title. If it is the protoss of the main universe, I have never sensed any news from him in the three thousand years since his fall."

The eyes of the holy angel were fixed on the four characters reflected in the picture.

"Probably not. Many gods have claimed this name. It cannot be limited to our era. This dark world is not limited to the gods of our era."

That name was reflected in Heixianyue's eyes.

suddenly.

She was startled.

She opened her mouth subconsciously, but what came out of her mouth was the puppet's special hoarse voice.

"Before your time, that is, in my time, there once appeared a deep-sea walker who called himself the "Lord of Death." The fallen in our time all called him the "Mourner of the Deep-Sea" and the "Sleepless One." Shepherd,” who, as far as I know, existed at least a few epochs ago.”

"But in our time, even the immortal God encountered the same problem as me, which is the erosion of hell on him. He has lived too long, and time will drive him crazy sooner or later, making him become this hell. A part of the mark becomes the nourishment of this dark world.”

Sir Egwene and the Holy Angel both showed slightly surprised expressions.

Black Crescent Moon took away the hand on Linn's arm.

She stood up.

The four big characters written by the flesh and blood ruler on the screen were reflected in his eyes, and the voice of a puppet family came out of his mouth.

"After I destroyed most of the roots of that era, I saw Him once. At that time, He was on the verge of decay, but I can assure you that at least in our time, no god can be in this hell. He rules the oceans and is very powerful.”

Lin En grabbed the pen tightly and tried to grab Hei Xianyue's little hand, but was ruthlessly thrown away.

He was surprised and said:

"Did you survive? Didn't you say you killed it?"

"..."

The doll maker rolled his eyes with Black String Moon's body expressionlessly.

"You miss the point."

"..."

Sir Egwene's heart moved slightly and said:

"He's in the sea?"

The puppeteer calmly said:

"That was a captain. I heard that in their era, he was the extraditer of all the undead in the entire main universe. I thought he was already dead."

Sir Egwene rubbed her temples, her eyes flashed spiritually, and said:

"That means we have another powerful enemy?"

The Doll Family sat down and said calmly:

"The Dominator of Flesh appeared earlier than the time you fell, and he has the blood of the old gods. He can contact the gods from earlier periods than any of you. This is not surprising. If the promise is big enough, interests, or there are enough reasons for those ancient guys to stand up and participate in this war, then they will."

"After all, isn't that what I am?"

Linn nodded: "Yes."

"..."

…

Deep in the dark and blood-red canyon.

The flesh-and-blood ruler's eyes were fixed on the defense map of the entire world, and he once again felt something strange.

Because he does not need to deliberately come here to plan the markings on the defense map, because it only requires a thought from his mind, which does not require him to shift his attention here. This is a complete waste of time, because with this little time, He should focus more on defense in war.

[Although the Flesh Dominator noticed something strange, he still didn't pay attention to it. However, as a precaution before the war, he still wanted to spend some time and pay attention to the operating logic of the world. After all, the Night City could survive for such a long time. There is no way to spy on his whereabouts, so no mistakes can be made in this regard. 】

The Flesh Dominator who was about to divert his attention paused for a moment.

His huge body was silent for three seconds.

Then his attention shifted to the other side where the main body was. He opened the eyeballs of the tentacles spreading in the deepest part of the underground, and looked at the operation of the magic circle set up at the bottom of the bloody world.

Although He himself felt that this was not necessary.

Because the space jump in this world has been effective for countless years after he came to this world.

But he still turned his attention here.

He was convinced by the thoughts in his mind.

His eyes were fixed on the huge magic circle tightly wrapped by his boundless tentacles. One after another, ancient flesh and blood wizards continued to cast spells on the magic circle, and a large number of lower creatures were sacrificed in it. , that method has been operating for at least tens of thousands of years.

In other words, this world itself was a god before the fall, and this so-called world is the body of that god.

Before he took possession of this place.

This world has been continuously jumping in hell, but no matter how it jumps, it cannot escape the control of hell, and the will inside has gone crazy before he came in.

But he felt that he had no reason to think about these things again.

But he still thought about it.

He felt something was wrong.

[The Flesh and Blood Ruler felt something was wrong strongly. He thought about many things, but still ignored that Eve shared his senses with him. For further caution, although he felt more and more that something was wrong, he still wanted to check the coordinates of the space jump again, because no matter what, this is very reasonable, isn't it? 】

The Flesh and Blood Ruler paused for a full minute this time.

But he was once again convinced by the idea that popped out of his mind.

His eyes looked at the wizards who controlled the magic circle.

"Report on the operation of the world."

One of the flesh and blood wizards did not doubt him, and made a hoarse voice, bowing his head humbly and said:

"Reply to the great Lord of Flesh and Blood, our world has now jumped to (37261.47362.-32001) a space shadow area located more than 30,000 meters below sea level. The next jump will be in 30 minutes. According to the set logic matrix, we will jump to the desolate area in the southernmost part of the dark world, the coordinate point is..."

The eyeballs of the flesh and blood ruler listened quietly to him.

Although he had memorized all this information thousands of years ago, this small world has been operating in the shadow of space for a long time, wandering in another dimension outside of reality. For the root of the dark world, space jump is basically an impossible thing, and for this world, uninterrupted jump has become a curse that it cannot get rid of.

He moved the entire hiding place when he was born here.

But why did he need to confirm it further?

He closed his eyes underground.

His attention was drawn back to the canyon. An eyeball that was deep in the canyon opened and looked at the tightly closed prison door.

There were bursts of crazy mechanical laughter from inside.

Every few seconds.

There was a huge force coming along the huge tentacles that he had penetrated into it and being injected into his body.

Gurgling--

Gurgling--

He suddenly felt a chill, a chill from the bottom of his heart, and a sense of great control, but he still didn't know where it came from. Everything still reported to him that everything was normal, but only the authority he had seized gave him an unknown warning.

What's wrong? What went wrong?

[The Flesh Ruler was acutely aware of the problem, but Eve was no longer communicating with him telepathically. He felt the danger and had to think. He would think for a full thirty-one minutes. For a root, these thirty minutes were insignificant, and he did not care, because everything was under his control. What could go wrong in only thirty minutes?]

Click——

The pen tip pierced the parchment, and countless black lines climbed up Lin En's wrist and pen strokes.

The power of the First Born flowed between his fingers, stabilizing the gaze from hell bit by bit.