Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 104: Yuanshen! Are you really a god?

Boom——

Wu Wang had just finished speaking.

The flames of the entire white space shot up into the sky.

It can even directly shatter the space and turn it into a dark nothingness.

But the smile on his face remained.

Even with a little excitement.

"Mortal! Have you really thought it through?"

This time, the cherubim's voice echoed directly in the empty space.

The countless pairs of eyes in the wheel within the wheel stared at Wu Wang.

The three of them suddenly formed a strange confrontation.

Their attitude is clear.

Without becoming a so-called spokesperson for God, one cannot obtain a true audience.

Wu’s demise is still on the “ladder” until now.

Rather than an audience.

"Of course, whether to kill or not! It's urgent, my friend. If you can't kill him, just say so. If you're not good at it, practice more!"

The arrogance that accompanied the fall of Wu.

The cherubim said nothing more.

He simply looked at the wheel within the wheel.

call--

The next second, Wu Wang suddenly felt a sharp pain.

A raging fire began to burn within him.

I subconsciously opened my mouth to say something.

But flames actually burst out of his mouth.

In an instant, the skin and flesh were burned black.

"There's no need to struggle. This is the flame of judgment. Once you're touched, it won't go out until you're completely burned to ashes."

"Even we can't stop it."

The cherubim's cold voice echoed.

His figure and the Wheel within the Wheel also gradually rose along with the holy light.

It looks like we're leaving here.

At this moment, a hoarse voice asked——

"God's Messenger...Who created your god and you?"

Hear this.

The cherubim's departure paused.

He decided to answer this pathetic player with his remaining mercy.

“No one could have created us.”

The next second, the sound of Wu Wang's laughter was heard.

"So you believe you weren't created by anyone? Then you're an atheist? An atheist's messenger! Hahaha..."

His madness is really beyond imagination.

The cherubim did not hesitate.

Although there are very few players who get to meet with the emperor.

Even fewer of them can catch the eye of God's messenger.

It’s even too late to choose a spokesperson for myself.

But He is unwilling to be represented by such a crazy spokesperson in the game and competition that will inevitably occur in the future.

Then He turned and left, as if He had made some kind of decision.

The space returned to peace again.

Only a raging fire remained.

It seemed like it would never end.

"Angel of the Groove...Aren't you Amaterasu?"

"I'm going to ask the Hokage to sue you later..."

Wu Wang was unwilling to become the so-called spokesperson for God.

He always feels that there is no such thing as a free lunch.

Just by obtaining the qualification to meet the emperor, a player can quickly become famous from obscurity.

Then it would definitely not be like what Xiezhi said - all those who were granted an audience would remain silent.

They are obviously hiding something.

Perhaps they give far more than they receive.

No one would reveal their scars to others to see how much blood they had shed.

I really don't have much to lose.

But what if the little that is left is taken away by others?

Then Wu Wang will really regret it.

So, he chose to ridicule and refuse.

"Why does a divine messenger need a spokesperson? What does an audience with the emperor mean?"

Wu Wang has already gotten some answers to these two questions in the joke just now.

Obviously, these guys can't just appear anywhere else.

They are like gods from another dimension.

High above.

But it’s also because he’s standing too high.

There was no way to bend down and walk down.

Just like humans in the three-dimensional world cannot reach the two-dimensional world in person.

And now, they need to do something in the copy world or the real world.

When you are unable to leave the field.

They can only choose to find a spokesperson to do this on their behalf.

And players who can travel back and forth between the dungeon world and the real world.

Naturally, it became the best choice. Improving strength is just to ensure that the spokesperson you choose can better accomplish that task.

"An audience isn't a player's treasure... it's an opportunity for a divine messenger!"

Wu Wang figured it out.

The audience thing is equivalent to them opening a BUG window in the [Spiritual Disaster Game].

Only through this window can we barely have a moment to select the spokesperson.

That's in a sense.

Even if he doesn't become God's spokesperson.

As long as you know what they want to do.

You can also get involved!
After all, this ultimately depends on the spokesperson.

In other words, this is a matter between players!

We can start with the pillars of the organization!
"Now we have to find a way to get out of this damn place."

Wu Wang was not very anxious about this.

He believed that the [Spiritual Disaster Game] would not be full of bugs.

Otherwise, these gods' messengers would have taken action personally long ago.

I have been here for a whole day and there has been no reminder that the copy will expire in two hours and I will be sent away.

This means that the time on the Mary is still within two hours.

Assuming there is no problem with the copy time.

No matter how long you waste here, when you return to reality, it will be the same moment as when you entered the copy.

Wu Wang had never felt that the difference in the speed of time flow was so great.

So, he suppressed the flames in his body and began to explore.

I do not know how long it has been.

This space really seems to have no boundaries.

Even Wu Wang was almost used to the pain in his body.

A strange red appeared in the space.

What followed was that the disappeared holy light reappeared before him.

It illuminates the stairs that lead to heaven.

But this time, the holy light was blood red.

The air was also filled with a fishy smell.

There are no countless eyes on the stairs.

Only various organs and tissues that make your scalp tingle are exposed, just like a person who has been turned inside out and pressed and pieced together into pieces of rectangular blocks, which are stacked up to form the so-called stairs.

You can even see these organs and tissues beating.

It seems that they have not lost their activity.

This familiar feeling of being lost.

This itchy skin feels like it's trying to grow a brain.

The whispers in my ears are like a chaotic melody that drives me mad.

Oh! My old friend!
"Hey, buddy, you're not Sleeping Beauty anymore? I thought I had to draw a mouth on my hand and kiss you to wake you up." Although Wu Wang was grimacing from the burn, he still forced a teasing, "Why are you playing this audience game too?"

call--

The next second, the fire of judgment on him, which the cherubim called never-extinguishing, appeared.

Disappeared.

To be precise, it was eaten.

When he looked down, he found that all his clothes had been burned.

The red vertical pupil on the inside of the right hand blinked with an expression of unusual satisfaction.

It enjoyed the meal.

From this moment on, Wu Wang understood.

It seems that the rank of this divine messenger is still not as high as that of the Abyss God?
As the cherubim said, even if this fire is lit, He cannot stop it.

But the Abyss God just ate it as a snack.

The most important thing is that they can look directly at each other.

Even though it was difficult, I still succeeded.

And the God of Abyss would really explode at the mere sight of him.

A higher class than the angels...

"God Yuan, are you really a god?"

Wu Wang laughed naked in this space that had turned extremely crimson.

Looking at the flesh and blood stairs that seemed to be still wriggling.

He approached without hesitation.

Regardless of whether Yuan Shen also wants to play the audience game.

At least, this is the most likely way to get back to the Mary at the moment!
When I get out, I must talk to Xiezhi about the audience.

If there is no accident.

There must be players in the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs who have been granted an audience and become spokespeople, right?
I have to approach them as [Yan Shuangying].

Find out what the messenger of God wants to do.

Then, have fun!
"Hey, Yuanshen."

"You wouldn't miss out on this kind of fun, would you?"

Perhaps it was because he had experienced those copies polluted by the Abyss God and witnessed the Abyss God beating up the electronics store owner.

In Wu Wang's view.

Abyss God is also a bug in the [Spiritual Disaster Game].

Therefore, he had a strange intuition.

What the messenger of God wants to do is definitely related to the God of the Abyss!
After saying that, Wu Wang stepped on the stairs of flesh and blood.

The red vertical pupils also narrowed slightly.

It seemed like he was mocking the God's rude teasing before Wu's death, and it also seemed like he was mocking the God's hypocritical behavior in attacking the players.

But anyway, it's just like Wu Wang said.

He was happy to see this all become more interesting.

(End of this chapter)