They all call me an Outer God.

Inside its body, a particularly eye-catching group of lines was being held in the hand of the translucent garbled figure. As if noticing his gaze, the human-shaped garbled figure turned its head towards him.

The next moment, the garbled code around Him began to fluctuate, and Liya saw Him give her a victorious smile, and then he couldn't wait to transfer the thing in his hand to him.

A palm-length fragment of the sword blade appeared in Riya's hand, carrying with it a strong smell of death.

From then on, the powers of the four apocalypses: war, plague, famine, and death, were completely gathered.

When Riya came into contact with the fragment made of unknown metal, her mind became dazed for a moment.

At that moment, he glimpsed a projection of history through the fragments.

In the magnificent and bright cathedral, the warm sunlight covers every corner until there is no shadow to hide.

The knight in armor and holding a broken sword half-knelt in front of a man with half-blonde hair and a blurred face, with his head lowered, as if confessing to him.

"Your Majesty, I am guilty, please grant me death."

Lia heard that the knight's voice was trembling, and he stiffly confessed the fact of defeat for a long time, while the tone of the man in front of her was still as gentle as before.

"■■■■, you always like to do this, taking all the blame for the defeat on yourself. You know very well that I don't have the heart to punish any of you."

"I give you the power of death in the hope that you will not despise your life and live forever... Your life should be as long as mine. I also hope that you will support me when I am too old to walk."

"Haha, although that day will probably take a long, long time to come."

He half leaned over, reached out and touched the knight's shoulder, acknowledging His glory. Then, he took the broken Sword of Death from the knight's hand and stroked the gap on it with some regret.

"How come it's broken like this? I'll help you fix it."

"In the future, I will have to ask you to use another long sword, but it doesn't matter, ■■■■■, please trust my craftsmanship, I will make it ten times more perfect than the original one."

As he spoke, the man with a blurred face slowly turned around, and his figure completely melted into the sunlight. The last scene Leah saw was a hand covered with hard armor reaching out to him.

In that hand was still clutching a broken sword blade.

"His Majesty!!!"

Riya heard the knight's terrified cry, and then everything in the scene shattered like a mirror.

In the end, the Death Knight never got to wait for the man with half-curly blond hair to repair his sword.

And that blond man is the real... Shining Sun.

Riya came back to her senses and looked at the fragments in her hand with a complicated expression.

No wonder many gods have discovered that there is something wrong with the Shining Sun. It is true that the current Ghroth is not comparable to the former Shining Sun.

That warm, powerful and divine appearance like the sun is not something that a disaster star can forge at will. It is understandable that the four knights are willing to follow Him.

If it weren't for the disaster, the Death Knight would have been able to get his sword back now, the sun's divine light would continue to shine warmly on the earth, and Enders would not have suffered such a disaster now.

How desperate the Four Knights would be if they knew that they were driven to this point by Ghroth.

"Don't worry, I will reunite you."

Riya made a sound that was almost a sigh, and the next second, he clenched his hands tightly, allowing the object containing the power of death to pierce his flesh.

He watched his arm decay at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then tentacles emerged from the intact parts and repaired them until they were completely dragged into his body.

At this moment, the young man did not dare to slack off in transferring the power of death to the inside of the Godhead and handing it over to it for management. Compared with his previous doubts and cautions when dealing with the Godhead, Ria was more friendly this time when facing the Godhead.

"We are halfway through our plan."

As he spoke, his consciousness suddenly returned to reality. He opened his palms towards the sand waves that kept sweeping in, and the pupils behind the mask also emitted golden light.

Everything has its own traces and laws of operation. Although he cannot create life forms based on life forms now, with the blessing of Nyarlathotep's power, he can completely copy the mythical creature in the state of [death] in front of him and use it for his own benefit.

This is--

creation.

"boom!!!!!!!!"

The rolling sand and dust hit the barrier that Ria had built to defend against the attacks of mythical creatures. His huge body pressed on Ria's head. As long as Ria looked up, she could see countless hands appearing on the surface and scratching her barrier.

He didn't dare to relax at all, but just stared at those seemingly chaotic lines, constantly trying to analyze and understand the patterns in them.

Then, it’s copying.

"boom!!!"

At the same moment, Tabalf's body unexpectedly shattered the barrier constructed by the guarding meme.

At this moment, He also saw that Leah's body below exploded in vain, turning into a pool of flesh and blood that crawled like slime mold. The mask also fell on top of them with a "pop", and the smile was still eye-catching and bright red.

[Ha, hahahahaha, I finally understand everything! ]

Although Riya was blown beyond recognition, his emotions were extremely high, and he even shouted out the words he had wanted to shout for a long time.

It was as if he had just spent a lot of effort to solve an extremely complex science problem, and got full marks for both the process and the result.

Now is the time to verify the results.

Just as Tabalf was eager to wipe out Riya completely, an arm suddenly stretched out from the sand beside him, and then mercilessly punched his body and pierced it.

Numerous historical projections overflowed from the gap, and chose to integrate into the bodies of the new "mythical creatures".

The new "Tabalf" body is becoming more complete.

It swung its fist again, hitting the target once again, and then, as if it was not satisfied at all, it punched faster and more frequently, and in the end people could only see the afterimage of its fist in the flying dust.

"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM—"

The figure of "Tabalf" gradually emerged. Unlike the real person, it was like a giant lying in the sand and slowly rising up, with six protrusions condensed from the sand appearing behind it.

It seems that if it wants, the six protrusions can instantly turn into wings to show the person in front of it what an angel is.

However, it did not do so. It simply turned the protrusions into fists and beat the real Tabalf together with many historical projections.

Naturally, the people in the royal city were stunned by this scene. The giants were very proud of Leah, and when the soldiers next to them didn't react, they raised their fists and punched them without hesitation. The giants have always been a group of warlike individuals. No matter how others treat them, they will return the shame without hesitation when they have someone to support them.

At this moment, the other slaves in the city also showed signs of rebellion.

They looked at the huge figure in the distance, and they didn't know what they were thinking of, their eyes were shining with excitement.

Another heavy punch hit Tabalf fiercely. He screamed hoarsely and summoned thirteen Barkley "gods" made of sand, and let them rush towards the royal city.

But Leah was least afraid of group battles. Just as they were flying out at high speed, tentacles rushed out from the shadows at their bottom and knocked them down mercilessly. What these angels had to face was the historical projection of the crawling chaos.

The Black Pharaoh looked at them jokingly: "The pictures in the ancient books can now be transformed into human forms and walk around. This is really cause for celebration."

"Do you want to leave him alive?"

His question was obviously aimed at Leah, and Leah's response was to extend many gray-black spikes from the shadows and pierce them.

The answer is obvious, leave no one behind.

“That’s a great style.”

The Black Pharaoh narrowed his eyes slightly, making his face look even more noble.

More and more historical projections joined the confrontation with them, and the "Tabalf" copied by Riya had abilities comparable to the original, and even became more courageous with the blessing of the power of death.

Tabalf, which had lost its core, was gradually falling apart. It was still struggling unwillingly, fighting with its replicas, and the yellow sand was rolling up into darkness.

At this time, Riya, who is no longer in human form, is trying to rebuild her body.

He sensed everything that was happening around him, the thick atmosphere of death under the red moon, and the screaming figures in the mausoleum in the desert who couldn't wait to rush out. He couldn't help but think of this word in his mind -

Scourge of the Undead.

"Heh... I now understand why the necromancers in those stories are so hated."

Not to mention desecrating the dead and making them restless, the mere fact that he could manipulate the dead and make them return to the battlefield was extremely frightening.

After all, if a war really breaks out, no one can guarantee that there will be no casualties in the battle. It is possible that the comrade who was fighting side by side with you in the last second may be killed in the next second, and then the sword will be pointed at the person who was once closest to you.

In Tabalf's final moments, even though Riya knew it was unlikely that he was still conscious, he still asked his own questions.

"I'm about to kill you, but the person behind you didn't react? Why are you so good-tempered?"

No one knew what touched Tabalf about these words, but he suddenly stopped all his movements in an instant, and collapsed with a loud bang. The dust swept around like an avalanche.

At this moment, the Black Pharaoh also appeared beside Leah: "A reminder, his main model is a lucky man."

"So He wants to run away?"

"Lucky people are called lucky people because good luck always appears on their side. They are like the protagonists in the story. They are hard to kill. Even when they are dying, all kinds of accidents will happen to let them escape."

"So, aren't we the heinous villains targeting the protagonist?"

“That’s the most appropriate understanding.”

The Black Pharaoh looked down at the large amount of sand and dust below, raised his hand and waved it, and the scattered sand and dust disappeared instantly, and Tabalf's figure also disappeared without a trace.

"This person has been surrounded by good luck since he was a child. When he was born, his parents picked up gold and the family has never had to worry about food and drink. When he was three years old, he went out and met the eldest princess of Barkley. When he was seven years old, his family was made a noble by the royal family. When he was fourteen years old, he married the princess. When he was eighteen years old, he got the lucky meme.

But he had no offspring.

He does not need offspring. To him, offspring will only become a breakthrough for the reactionaries, but the princess is the one he loves the most.

At the age of twenty, he looked at the pictures of gods in old books and materialized them for his own use, spreading their images and collecting faith for them to strengthen himself.

Those who are his enemies will not have a good ending. Becoming an angel before the age of 40 is also an inevitable result, but this is the end. The main meme will not allow him to be promoted any further. "

When he heard this, Liya had completely recovered his body. He said in a dark tone, "You know all these things so clearly. You are not a historical projection, right?"

"Congratulations, you guessed it right."

The Black Pharaoh stretched out his hand and applauded Leah. In fact, His abnormality was so obvious that it was hard for Leah not to think too much.

"I like dealing with smart people. Since you can guess these, why don't you guess how I know the life story of that lucky angel?"

After hearing His words, Riya didn't want to guess, but the Black Pharaoh's gaze was too hot, so Riya was silent for a long time and then made a terrible guess.

"I guess you are the princess in the story..."

Black Pharaoh raised his eyebrows: "Why do you think so? Did other clones give you a bad impression that made you think I am this kind of person?"

Leah: “…Isn’t it.”

"Yes."

Riya: "..."

He had never hoped so much that he would be wrong.

This answer may be frustrating and puzzling to him, but it is different for those in the royal family, because in their impression, the Black Pharaoh has been dismembered and killed since the fifth generation.

But the truth is, His presence exists in every dynasty, and He is almost everywhere. He is like an audience member acting as an actor, observing everyone's expressions and every move closely.

He participates in their lives, becomes their closest or most hostile person, and then secretly cheers or laughs at them.

This is very scary, almost as scary as a person who is so afraid of ghosts that he puts all kinds of exorcism items all over his house, thinking he is safe, but in fact the ghost is always in the house.

Riya couldn't help but mourn for Tabalf for three seconds: "So how should we find Him next?"

"this is very simple."

The Black Pharaoh sneered, and then his figure faded away. In front of Leah, he turned into the eldest princess of the old Barkley dynasty and the queen of the current dynasty.

"The lucky guy meme is really troublesome, but it doesn't mean that the person who holds the meme is immortal. As long as they find a way to make others subconsciously think that they are unlucky, they will be vulnerable."

"Then my dear Lord, do you subconsciously agree that Tabalf XV is a guy who is extremely unlucky from the inside out?"

(End of this chapter)