Fantasy Godhead: Infinite Realm

Chapter 43 43. The person who left the abyss to die (please collect during the new book period! Please read it!)

The land was barren, as if all life had been cut off here, and the cracks that appeared on the ground seemed to be torn apart by something. Seen from above, this continent had already been torn apart and destroyed, and countless grounds were destroyed by something unknown. Forced to pull up and float in the air, everything is telling the destruction
The corpses piled up on this land were all reduced to fly ash under a huge force, as if nothing happened, as if——nothing died
And just above this land full of death, there is a man with an oriental face half kneeling on the ground, supporting the next companion who is about to become a corpse
You can hardly find any human features from his body, bloody and bloody is the best adjective

And the condition of the man who supported him was not much better, he struggled to stand up, he struggled to stand up with his body without knee support, but he couldn't do it, he tried his best but he could only half kneel on the ground to support him The companions under him, even if his soul did not give in at all, his body would have already collapsed
But the man's gaze didn't stay on these pains, he raised his head and looked around with difficulty, his eyes were lifeless, only blankly scanning everything around him.

The blood-red sky is covered with countless cobweb-like cracks, and the concept called [sky] is like a piece of glass that has been forcibly bonded, as if everything will fall apart with just a light touch.

And above the blood-red vast sky, there is a huge and blurry phantom.

Majestic, sacred, powerful, indescribable...even if all the words of praise of human beings are exhausted, they cannot fully describe that great existence.

Although no one has seen this kind of existence before, when they saw that great existence for the first time, the only word that could come to their minds was only one—God!

"Where are the other... people?" The man's companion asked blankly, looking at the sky.

"They're all dead. You're the only survivor I've seen." The man said flatly in an almost indifferent voice, and an inexplicable force flowed out of his hands continuously, maintaining the vitality of his companion.

"Is this...?" The man's companion whispered softly, "Are there only... us?"

"...Ah, yes." After a long silence, the man raised his head and looked at the bloody sky, as if he was talking to his companions, and seemed to be muttering to himself: "Only...we are left..."

"Is it... is it... there is no way... After all... what we are facing is that kind of existence." The man's companion smiled miserably. Facing the blood-red sky, tears could not stop streaming from the corners of his eyes: "What... I knew that the enemy we were going to face was God... I would not mix with you... I threw myself into the arms of God... But I A dream I've always had..."

The man's companion is a sincere believer. Every time he goes into battle, he will pray to the gods, praying for the safety of himself and his companions. However, it is ridiculous that what he will face in the last battle of his life is the gods themselves!
"Stop talking..." the man whispered, with an undetectable tremor in his voice.

The strength in his hand was a little heavier, and the energy injected into his palm was also a little bit more. He wanted to try to maintain the vitality of his companion, but the life of his companion was still inevitably coming to an end—under the power of God, Death cannot be reversed by any means.

"However... it doesn't feel bad to know you." The companion's hand slowly dropped, and he showed an extremely pure smile at the man: "Thank God..."

"do not talk……"

"Then...sorry...I probably...can only accompany you here...Everyone...is still waiting for me in that world..."

"do not talk……"

"But...Only you...Only you can't! Live...Chief...Boss...Zhang Ziwei...Live!" The man's companion stretched out his hand and tightly held the collar of the man he called Zhang Ziwei, as if Exhausting all his strength, he yelled like crazy: "Take our part and live! Then... to God! Take revenge on the source of everything!"

"Stop it!" Zhang Ziwei's voice also became more serious, and he shouted to his companion in a way that was almost a roar.

"If it's you...it's definitely possible...so...survive..." The force in the companion's hand gradually weakened until finally there was a voice like a breeze in his throat, "May the gods... …bless you……"

"Stop talking..." Zhang Ziwei lowered his head, looked at his companion who was getting colder in his arms, and said hoarsely in an almost pleading tone: "Don't...please pray to God..."

Although Zhang Ziwei understood that the god his companion talked about was not the same thing as the existence that destroyed the world, but... at this moment, what is the difference between this god and that god?

But they're all gods, they're all... all the same stuff!
……

"..." The man slowly opened his eyes, staring at the familiar ceiling for a long time without returning to his senses.

After a long time, he stretched out his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

"It's that dream again." The man named Zhang Ziwei lifted the quilt from the bed, revealing the strong muscles of his upper body.

He got out of bed and went to the bathroom, looking at the mirror in front of the sink for a long time speechless.

How long has it been since that time?

200 years, or 300 years?
He can't remember.

However, even though he couldn't even remember the exact time, the scenes from the past seemed to be rooted in the depths of his mind like a virus.

Zhang Ziwei turned on the faucet, and the cold water droplets patted his warm cheeks.

At that time, he really wanted to die.

Facing the unspeakable great existence, behind him is the end of the world, which has long lost tomorrow and hope.

Even if he has the last sustenance of his companions, even if he has deep-seated hatred for that high god.

But in the end, all of that was still unable to defeat the powerlessness and despair originating from the soul.

At that time, he was really tired, so tired that he couldn't even think of saving everything.

until later...

Ugh……

Ugh……

Ugh……

But since there is a future, it might as well... no, it must...

"Tick...tick..."

Zhang Ziwei turned off the faucet, and the water droplets on his face dripped slowly along the arc of his chin. In the quiet house, even the sound of breathing could be clearly heard.

Zhang Ziwei looked up at the mirror in front of the sink, suddenly there were hundreds of cracks in the mirror.

Countless fragments reflect the same face, and countless pairs of eyes look at Zhang Ziwei outside the mirror.

Weird and harmonious.

"Fate..." Zhang Ziwei looked at himself in the mirror and seemed to be talking to himself and asking about the illusory existence: "How long do you want me to wait..."

……

On the other hand, Infinite Realm Residential
Li Huo and Wuming left their personal space and came to a horizon as endless as a starry sky.

　Here @1号, the prototype of the characters in this chapter is him, and he is considered to be a relatively important character in the future plots. In addition, the world that appears in this chapter will also appear as my first original world later.

　　
　
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