"You are all just prisoners under this cage. You think you are very smart, but you don't know that from the moment you fall, everything about you is already under the watch and control of the jailers."

"Are you still delusional about crossing the line and returning?"

The God of All Opportunities and Sir Egwene all turned their heads, staring intently at the huge eyeball in the crack that was surging in the distance.

The ruler of flesh and blood, the native source of this hell.

"What did you say?"

The murderous eyes of the God of All Machines were filled with monstrous darkness.

The eyeballs were still watching them without any fluctuation, as if they were watching a group of poor people who could only be manipulated.

"This is your prison, poor bastards, haven't you realized it yet?"

"The reason why you can live here forever is not because you are lucky or unlucky enough, but because you are still useful. Each of you represents a system and knowledge."

"Mechanical ascension, flesh and blood ascension, spiritual ascension, sacred power, natural eternity, Titan power, you are just specimens left by the darkness, just like in order to prevent those killed beasts from being completely extinct, so there will always be

It’s like leaving some fire in their group and keeping them in captivity.”

"Do you think you are facing a cold winter?"

"No, the old order you represent is the cold winter."

That hoarse, sneering voice was almost full of sarcasm and joking.

The eyes of all the sources were fixed on him, but his words were like knives, impacting their consciousness heavily.

The eyeball looked at them sarcastically.

It's like looking at a bunch of struggling clowns.

His vicious and sarcastic voice rumbled in their ears.

"Among you, there should be those who have been around since the dawn of the New Era. Then why don't you think about it? In the era when you just sprouted, why were there no gods in your heavens like the gods that are now present in almost every field?

?”

"Is it not there in the first place, or is something happened to them?"

"You should be able to think of it. Look at yourselves, look at now, and look at this hell. Don't you still understand the truth about the existence of this hell?"

He laughed sarcastically, his huge eyeballs looking at every source present.

"Stay at ease, poor bastards! There is no disaster or darkness. The disasters you talk about starting three thousand years ago are just reincarnations that each era is destined to experience!"

"And soon you will become the gods of the past. Like us, the remnants of the previous era, you will be gradually abandoned and forgotten in the long river of time."

"This is your fate."

He laughed sarcastically, and that hoarse laugh was like cutting your eardrums with a knife.

The eyeball is also in a state of madness and distortion, constantly struggling to create countless ferocious and weird cheeks. The twisting and joking contained in the smile can make people almost go crazy just by looking at it.

"And if I'm not wrong, the jailers have to go to work."

…

Under the surging black mist in the distant sky.

"Hehehehehahaha."

A black-and-white clown with a cracked smile claps his hands mechanically, and the funny colorful clown's hat reflects the long black sideburns next to him.

In the wind-swept dust, the pig-headed butcher carrying the butcher's knife stopped, raised his head, and looked at the sky indifferently and calmly.

above his shoulders.

The clown, whose face was half crying and half smiling, was still smiling mechanically, but his laughter sounded harsh, as if he was crying unpleasantly.

"It's going to be jailbroken. If it does, it will disturb that person's sleep, hehehehaha!"

The pig-headed butcher raised his head indifferently and looked at the sky. M.

He said nothing.

It's like a routine.

He took off the linen bag slung on his waist, and the faint sound of marbles colliding could be heard inside.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful of colorful beads, sniffed them lightly, and then crushed them bit by bit. Along with wisps of black air and sharp screams, the broken beads soon fell into his hands.

A new pitch-black marble formed in his hand.

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"Although the Heart of the Colossus was not traded, giving it the opportunity to cross the line, with the addition of these evil thoughts, Hell can bring it back to its original form."

"If you can't do it, then you can only ask the master for help."

He said indifferently.

The crying clown clicked his head around, looked at the pig-headed butcher, tilted his head and said with a sly smile:

"But that person...it's been a long time since Qingming happened. I remember hearing you say that the last time was...at the beginning of this era."

Sky.

The black mist became more and more chaotic.

The pig-headed butcher raised his head and stared at the surging black mist in the sky for a long time, as if he could break through the dust and see the colors higher up. His eyes were flashing with countless haloes that no one could understand.

for a long time.

He withdrew his gaze and slowly let go of his hand.

"yes."

The pitch-black marble slowly slipped from his hand and landed heavily on the ground, throwing up traces of dust.

"If you don't wake up again."

"We are going to help the tyrants do evil."

Click, click, click—

There were crisp cracks on the marble, and countless surging black energy climbed out of it ferociously, gradually forming a twisted darkness, which was swallowed up and chewed by the earth.

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Chapter completed!