Chapter 455 The Garden of Eden under the flames, broken
John thrust his sword into the ground beneath his feet.
A fire broke out in the Garden of Eden.
In this legendary place, gold is melted, agate is scorched, and pearls turn into water droplets.
"You are looking for destiny, wizard." God's voice sounded like a woman, but it also felt like it might be a man, "This is the reason why you did all this."
"You know it very well, so you shouldn't be like this."
A wand in his left hand and a sword in his right hand.
John, wearing green ornate wizard robes, smiled and said: "You are imitating fate, God."
"No, you should be called the Lord of Heaven, the Tenth Kingdom of Exile."
John's words made God angry.
The trees under my feet grew wildly and became entangled.
John just waved the flaming sword, turning the nearby trees into charcoal.
God caused thunder and lightning to strike again.
Wrap the wand around Raiden and throw it back.
"I saw."
John said: "There is something in human beings that you cannot control."
"God cannot create stones that God cannot lift." John chuckled, "Are you really the creator of mankind?"
"Or are you playing the role of a superior destiny?"
John exhaled a breath of wind, and the chaotic particles flew out from the wand, sweeping the golden flames and turning into a giant flaming snake.
"As the Creator of all, you will not reject magic."
John waved his wand, "fiendfyre"
The giant snake gave birth to three heads, and they stared at it eagerly.
"There needs to be water."
God uses miracles.
Heavy rain falls from the sky.
But these flames could not be extinguished.
Wherever the snake passed, it turned into a sea of fire.
"If you were omniscient and omnipotent, you would not have allowed Agnes, the witch, to appear."
John apparated and appeared behind God, slashing down with the flaming sword, which was blocked by an invisible layer of restraint.
He said: "A person who can see the alien universe three hundred and fifty years from now."
God was silent, and John was pushed by a strange force to fly back.
He spread his wings behind his back, raised his left hand and suddenly dropped it from top to bottom.
The huge lightning struck down, but the light group where God was still remained intact.
John spoke again, "The destiny of the son of Satan is a destiny that has already been determined but is beyond intervention."
"That's a reality correction produced by chaotic particles."
The flaming sword was raised, and the three giant flaming snakes opened their mouths and spit out flames to cover the light group.
"Chaos magic."
The ground turned into a quagmire, and huge rocks fell from the sky to bury John.
The giant snake smashed the boulder into pieces with its tail, and John apparated to the top of the giant snake's head.
He held the flaming sword upside down and stabbed it into the middle of the head.
The giant snake howled, the red flames turned into gold, and the two heads turned into wings.
"The fire dragon clears the way!"
Wherever the dragon with the eternal fire passes, not a single blade of grass grows.
The earth was cracked and dried up, and the Garden of Eden was beyond recognition.
John said: "You cultivate your own script to become the true creator, so you imprison humans in the place of your creation."
He pointed to the newly born stars above his head and said: "You asked the angels to create young stars to show your greatness to mankind."
“You surrender them to the greatness of God.”
"It's like a script, like role-playing, where angels become knights of the round table to spread peace, and demons become black knights to create war."
"Let everything go in the direction of the script you wrote."
John raised his eyebrows and said, "You might be a good editor."
"That's enough, John Wick."
"Call me the Witch King!" John struck with another bolt of lightning, "Just like I call you God."
God was in the ball of light and looked at John coldly, "In this world, you will never be able to break my defense."
"That's it." John spread his hands and said, "There are loopholes in your script."
"Satan was once an angel, and you are too powerful for him to blaspheme."
“Hell is at war with Heaven unless the owner of Heaven abandons Heaven.”
"There are holes in your script," John teased.
"Praise your strength with blood and death."
"The greatness that can turn the tide and destroy the dead."
"You are so powerful, why do you have to show off like this?"
John stared at the ball of light, "I saw Satan fused with magic."
"This is the basis for declaring war on heaven."
"God, you used the divine power called miracle to create this place. You exist because of your faith, but you are targeted by the magic that symbolizes chaos."
"You didn't create humanity."
"It is the empty faith of human beings that requires the creation of a god who accepts their spirit."
John's golden dragon completely enveloped the light group, and he said: "You are the creation."
God finally spoke again.
"I am the Creator."
"The sword you hold in your hand is a sword created by God."
God's voice fell.
The sword in John's hand disappeared.
This is a weapon given to Aziraphale by God, and naturally it can be confiscated by God at will.
John looked at his free right hand and waved it away carelessly.
"That's just right, I'll change it."
He grinned.
"Magic is the miracle."
From his pocket, he slowly pulled out a sword.
There was an ominous aura on that sword.
"This sword is called Dusk."
The sword was raised, covering John's right eye, and he smiled: "Do you know what the most beautiful tree in the world looks like?"
War, famine, plague.
Behind John, lines and circles began to grow.
A magnificent and mysterious tree grows.
He combined the fragments obtained from the three knights with the Dusk Sword.
With a clap of hands, the sword reforged by the dwarves became ominous.
"It has a name that you, who are obsessed with fate and the identity of the Creator, will not be unfamiliar with."
"The Sword of Twilight."
Ragnarok.
Almost instantly, an ancient winter coffin appeared in John's left hand.
Stab the sword into the open ancient winter coffin.
Trapped in eternal frozen death, the body is pierced.
The fate represented by the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse is blended into the dusk at this moment.
John drew the sword full of disaster.
He held the sword in both hands.
At this moment, he seemed to be the lion-hearted emperor, possessing the posture of a sword master.
But unfortunately, he is not the Lion-Hearted Emperor.
The righteous protection that the Lionheart Emperor should have was replaced by John's selfishness that could erase death.
God finally changed his face.
"You madman! If humans never die again, this world will be destroyed!"
"Crazy?" John laughed, "You still care about starting a flood because of a disagreement?"
He raised the Sword of Dusk high and said loudly: "Launch a true blow against the false Creator."
"This sword once brought the twilight of the gods to Asgard. It was forged in the hands of the fire giant of Muspelheim and killed the white wolf of the world-destroying disaster."
The marks of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse were branded on the sword, breaking through the sky at this moment.
wrong!
It's John.
A rainbow spans the universe, reopening the door to the universe at the end of the World Tree.
Falling on this pure white heaven.
The huge magic power and chaotic particles continue to wear away the defense of heaven.
The moment John raised his sword high, the two forces of magic inside and outside responded to each other.
In heaven, chaotic particles invaded in large numbers.
John felt relieved.
His sword moved from top to bottom.
The Rainbow Bridge bent and fell heavily.
"Click."
The light group that could not be broken no matter what happened, had frightening traces at this moment.
God couldn't sit still.
"You madman, why on earth do you want to be my enemy!"
John raised his sword again, "I pursue my destiny, you said so."
"But you're missing a word."
John smiled and said: "I defeat fate."
Sword, fall.
The unbreakable light group completely collapsed.
The true appearance belonging to God also appeared in an instant and was drowned by the sword light.
John stood in the void and murmured to himself: "Weakness is not an obstacle to survival, arrogance is."
"You shouldn't be so arrogant that you can control the fate of the Witch King."
"Also..."
John curled his lips and said, "Practice the truth."
His eyes contracted.
In the crumbling Garden of Eden, magical forces are twisting and correcting the collapse.
It was like a pair of hands, placed to control those things that were destroyed by the impact of magic.
John looked at the powers and he could probably come up with a name.
fate.
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