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Chapter 373 This is not an equal battle
He smiled happily.

He did not care about his own death because he had died long ago, when he lost everything in his childhood.

The only thing he pursued was fighting, a fighting that was enough to make his heart beat wildly and make him feel that he was still alive.

So He had no dissatisfaction.

He was already very content.

Really very contented.
Weird.

He lowered his head deeply and then slowly restrained his smile after saying this.

Then he collapsed in extreme dejection.

"This is not the fight I wanted at all."

“It’s a far cry from what it was back then.”

Looking at Nicolos, whose spirit had completely collapsed, Moon just nodded and said:

"Well, maybe."

In response to Moon's answer, He shook his head more dejectedly and said:
“This is not an equal battle.”

"The gap is so huge. You didn't even have a ring to use. And I lost like a joke."

Moon couldn't help but glance at the ring that he hadn't used in the end.

That was the One Ring he took from the Sword of the Fool.

"And I'm not sure if these are all you have to offer. You're too calm. There's not the tense atmosphere we had back then."

"You're just waiting for me to come up and then defeat me."

"This is not what I want at all. It's meaningless and there's no pleasure in it."

As an opponent of the same era, Nicolos knew Moon very well indeed.

Moon could only remain silent.

Moen always had respect for the dead.

And Nicolos was obviously going to die.

"But I can't blame you for this. I can only blame myself for not being able to see the reality clearly. And I rushed forward on my own to become a joke."

After laughing at himself, Nicolos raised his head again and looked at Moon and said:
"Kill me. I have been tortured by that sword for countless years. I have paid the price I deserve."

"So, kill me quickly and vigorously, and don't put that sword back into my body."

Even a battle fanatic is still afraid of the torture that continues to this day.

After all, it is a pain that penetrates deep into the soul and continues unabated.

The burning of the world-destroying fire and the piercing of the golden barbs were all unimaginable tortures.

In the face of such torture, even a madman has to become normal.

After a moment's silence, Moon raised the greatsword of divine punishment on his shoulder high towards his neck.

Seeing this, he breathed a sigh of relief and showed his neck.

Waiting for the final execution.

As the god's head fell, the golden divine domain began to collapse and disintegrate.

The huge sphere that could be clearly seen from low-Earth orbit disappeared as abruptly as it appeared.

Looking at Nicolos lying at his feet, Moon did not stop even though he knew that he was really dead.

Instead, he straightened the sword of divine punishment and stabbed it into his body.

It is not that Morn intended to desecrate the remains of the dead, but that Morn intended to burn away the uniqueness of the plague.

If Nicolos was not an evil god who loved fighting, the plague would have caused damage far beyond people's imagination.

This power is too terrible and vicious, so Moon wants to return it to its original state.

Destroying uniqueness, or destroying any extraordinary characteristics, was unimaginable in the past.

Because they are indestructible and unchangeable, they will only disperse and then reunite in some corner of the world, waiting for new users to arrive.

This is not an iron rule, but it is common sense.

Even gods or more ancient and noble eldest sons have no way to truly destroy an extraordinary characteristic, even if it is only a small Sequence Ten characteristic.

However, today, Moon wants to burn the uniqueness of a divine path!
When the golden sword pierced into Nicolos' remains.

The weak flame that was originally attached to the sword suddenly burst into eye-catching fireworks.

Because the fire of annihilation has obtained something that can truly be called fuel.

The uniqueness that had begun to condense in Nicolos' body also began to burn under the nearly collapsed gaze of the other god.

"So, mother really wanted to destroy the world she loved most?"

Hearing the voice, Mo En turned his head slightly and looked behind him.

Profitus Helios, the first generation prophet and the only eldest son of the Prophet Path, was standing behind Moon in a daze with a look far more dejected than Nicolos.

As the eldest son, he believed that no one could destroy his extraordinary qualities.

But precisely because he is the eldest son, his eyesight is so good that he can't even deceive himself by denying that everything he sees is an illusion.

That plague uniqueness is really burning.

Although the speed is not fast, His destruction is real!

This obviously proves another point - this is the world-destroying fire left by the mother.

Because this is a miracle that only the original can accomplish.

He believed that even their elder brother couldn't do it.

"My mother actually wanted to destroy this world. Then what about me and my brothers? What about us who are working hard to maintain this world?"

This discovery broke his heart deeply.

He always thought that his mother just didn't love him, didn't love them, her eldest sons, but his mother still loved him.

She must deeply love this beautiful world she created with her own hands.

But now, there is solid evidence telling him that the Creator actually doesn't even love this world.

Admittedly, he had many reasons to explain all this, for example, that was only what his mother thought at the beginning, but later, his mother truly learned to love and completely fell in love with this beautiful world.

However, having seen the original with his own eyes, he knew that what he was thinking was the answer.

He, his brothers, and even this world were all just the whim of the Creator.

This is true even though the great Creator has been eagerly maintaining this world to this day.

Because to the Creator, even the gods feel that a long time is just a blink of an eye.

What is seen as a great devotion by mortals and gods is nothing but a small thought from the Creator.

As long as she gets bored, the fire will really burn the whole world.

Moon didn't answer him because his question was not directed to Moon.

He was asking himself, or rather, asking the origin.

But neither he himself nor the great original being could give an answer.

It’s just that one doesn’t know, and the other simply doesn’t care.

He approached the flame dejectedly and was stunned for a long time before asking:
"Where did you find this flame?"

"The spirit world." "Where exactly is it?"

"The sun, the sun in the center of the spiritual world."

Hearing this answer, he smiled even more bitterly:
"You mean, the sun that is still floating in the center of the spirit world? Is that the source of this fire? Ah, hahahaha, mother, do you want to burn this world down at any time?"

The spirit world can be entered from anywhere in this world, and the sun of the spirit world always shines upon it.

To put it another way, when the sun sets, the fire of destruction can enter any place in the world from the spiritual world.

This is equivalent to saying that Yuanchu had already made plans to destroy the world at any time.

Looking at his bitter smile, Moon did not continue speaking.

For example, that sun can no longer bring down the fire of destruction.

For example, the sun has actually been replaced.

In Morn's silence, he had crouched before the blazing flames.

He stared at the flames in front of him with a complexity that even Moon couldn't describe.

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"Is it completely burned? Is it burned without leaving anything? Is it completely turned into nothingness, or has it turned into another state?"

"Like when water is boiled it turns into steam instead of disappearing completely?"

But after saying this, he just shook his head with a bitter face and said:

"No, not at all. There is really nothing left. Mother, are you so tired of our existence? Are you so tired that you want to erase everything? If so, why did you create us and this world?"

Looking at Profitus Helios who kept talking to himself and became more and more self-destructive.

Moon's expression seemed a little subtle.

After a moment, he said carefully:

"you are wrong."

"What's wrong?"

“That’s the one that has nothing left.”

Profitus looked at Moon behind him in surprise.

The other party said slightly embarrassedly:

“This is indeed burning the uniqueness of the plague, but it is not burning it to nothing, but returning it to its original state.”

The eldest son is the eldest son after all, so he immediately said:

"After removing the characteristics, we return to the essence. All the paths come from the mother, but the paths were not like this from the beginning. They were created by the mother after she stripped away her own power and gave them characteristics?"

"Well, you said this yourself. I have no evidence to prove it. But maybe you are right?"

This is something Moon had also thought about, but he had no evidence, and even his understanding of the Fire of Destruction was just a piece of text.

The fire that was originally used to burn the world can burn everything and then return it.

These are the item details that the company wrote to the World-Destroying Fire.

It was so brief that Moon once thought that the company had learned the fragmented narrative of a bastard who had to pass through a 300-mile poison pool and 50 cliffs on his way to school and was almost late, and had to see a door that could not be opened from this side.

He obviously didn't listen to what Moen said. He just stood up while thinking:
"But this raises a new question, which is how did my mother come up with all this? Is it because of my narrow-minded thinking that I underestimated my mother's greatness, or... or..."

It is impossible for people to describe and think of something they have never seen.

For example, no one can name something that does not exist at all, because they don't even have the concept of such a thing.

All they could say were what they knew, and at best they had disassembled and reassembled them.

By analogy, the original should also be like this.

If these forces are not inherently like this, then how did the origin shape them?

In great astonishment, he suddenly looked at Moen blankly and said:

"Or has someone told Mother about it?"

Noticing his gaze on him, Mo En could not help but move away slightly:
"Don't look at me, I don't know any of this."

"You are the eldest son, why are you looking at me? I am not the eldest son! I have only heard of Kamijiro!"

Seeing Moon say this, he returned to his dazed look.

"If such a person existed, I would know nothing about it. So, I am just self-righteous and have speculated on the greatness of my mother with my mortal stupidity?"

When Moon heard this, he couldn't help but take a look at the world-destroying fire that he had never known before.

Not only was the fire right next to him, but because he was so close he could feel the flames of the new firewood moving towards him even more.

No, there’s almost a hole in your pants, are you really not going to take a look?

"Uh, maybe?"

"Ah, yes, I am just a creation of my mother. How can I possibly understand her greatness?"

Feeling that he had found the answer, Profitus slowly calmed down.

Then, he suddenly asked Moon:
"What about you? What should I call you? Trajan or Asclepius? You are also an existence beyond my cognition."

He was staring at the burning flames the moment before and in the next moment he was in front of Moon.

Eye to eye, almost sticking together, he examined Mo En and said:
"You have broken the God King's iron law! You are a being that cannot possibly exist! What on earth are you?"

In his eyes, the Moon in front of him was both Queen Celesera and Goddess Ansha.

This undoubtedly broke the iron law of the God King.

In response, Moon shook his head and said:
"Perhaps you just think that the Divine King Tielu is a God and a King?"

He said more and more urgently:

"Do you think I'm stupid? You're the only exception!"

To be honest, you are really stupid, even though you look smart.

Mo En said without blushing or beating his heart:
"You are really stupid. For example, you seem to have forgotten that there is an exception who is even more outrageous than me."

"Who?"

"Erenion Gil-galad, the Everlasting King!"

The moment this name was spoken, Profitus' eyes widened in astonishment.

"I am just a god and a king at the same time. There are precedents for this before me, such as those who are gods and kings to each other. The Eternal King is a king and two goddesses."

"So, are you being silly to say that I'm the only exception?"

It seems to make sense, but it also seems like it's all nonsense.

Successfully put Profitus at a loss.

His feeling now was that he thought this guy was fooling around, but he couldn't say he was wrong.

And Moen said:
"Do you still remember what it looked like when the first pair of supreme beings who were each other's god kings appeared?"

That was one of Moon's rare regrets.

In all of Moon's save files, he was never able to achieve the achievement of becoming each other's god kings.

In other words, the two gods recognized each other as their king and their god.

However, this time, Moon should be able to complete the achievement, but there are too many people who are god kings this time.
And Profitus said reluctantly under Moon's guidance:

"The whole world was in uproar, feeling that the God King's iron law had been broken."

(End of this chapter)