My Archangel

That day was the first time Zhou Shan saw a living god.

And on that day, he even saw a few gods who were running slowly... directly in front of the monster and died on the spot.

However, he did not get the slightest comfort.

For him now, whether it is a god or a monster... there is no difference.

They are all high-ranking ones who can play him between applause.

At the end of his life, he lamented his incompetence, but he did not regret the act of bowing to the gods before.

Sitting alone on the top of the lonely mountain, he watched the monster that had been rampant across the entire continent and seemed to be biting something that was beating in his mouth. He sincerely closed his eyes and welcomed him. The end of life.

At the moment before he died, there was only one thought in his mind.

Not reconciled.

——Monsters...or gods...if I were to stand on the same starting line with them, I would not necessarily lose to them.

Even though he knew the cruelty of the weak in the world for a long time, Zhou Shan still had such a naive idea with difficulty in restraining himself.

In a messy world, Zhou Shan died.

Dying like a dust, never made a single sound.

But... after his death, only a trace of things remained.

That is exactly the "pray" power that is needed by most of the gods to forge the gods.

At the same time, it was the "obsession" that he kept gritted his teeth until he reached the stage of transforming the gods and heard the news of the master's death.

Persistence is a kind of illusory thing. Some people call them ghosts and some people call them undead. They can be pinned on things, and at the same time they can change what they are pinned on.

The ultimate faith often makes the items entrusted become indestructible.

However, Zhou Shan's "obsession" never succumbed to the gods in the end, but persisted with the last pride and remained alone.

Zhou Shan's obsession is like a ray of fireflies, after the world collapsed and disappeared, surrounded by countless black fog...the tenacious remained.

It is like the dust that has lost its home, wandering in countless strange worlds.

Then... as if the same things attract each other, it meets a "companion".

They are not people of the same world, but they have the same pride.

But they could not make any sound, and no god would hear their anger.

They formed companions and wandered together.

In the long time, they kept finding new companions bit by bit.

Unconsciously... Tiny dust gathered together quietly.

In the end... they become things that can face gods and make sounds in front of monsters.

...

Spiritual world.

Above the wilderness.

The monster with a huge body stood on the ground. It was surrounded by black mist, and there were no other four levels except for a strange blood basin on its face.

The monster did not move.

At this moment, it just maintained a motionless state, turning the seemingly infiltrating face toward the scene that was happening before its eyes.

To be more specific, what it was staring at was Qiao Wen, who was surrounded by pale golden flames in front of it at this time.

If you look closely... it can even be observed at this moment, when the black mist around the monster emerges from the face in these pale golden flames, the extent of its flow and spread to the surroundings... It becomes astringent for a while. Some.

These black mists... seem to be afraid of something.

Qiao Wen on the other side also observed this.

No, it would be better to say that just now, when he casually grabbed a dead face that kept screaming and screaming in his ear... he had already felt from this dead face... almost empathizing. The way, he experienced his three thousand years of life.

By now, Qiao Wen finally understood...why Vina would remind him before that every main member of the expedition...the mental pressure they received seemed to be very serious, as if they would be broken at any time.

Because once these obsessions are fully activated... it will affect the people who are being boosted in all aspects.

Looking at the face of the dead man who was completely frozen in front of him at close range, Qiao Wen remained quiet and said nothing.

At this moment, he saw a trace of "Zhou Shan" on the face of a dead person who had no other impression other than the hideous and distorted one before.

There is no doubt that he is Zhou Shan's last obsession.

And these sacred fires...In a sense, they are a collection of countless obsessions.

Zhou Shan is just one of them.

Perhaps, his experience is not too dark.

At least Qiao Wen, who had only just experienced his memory... didn't feel any emotions similar to the "savage" and "distorted" on his face at the last moment in his life.

In the last lesson before dying, he still held up his pride, lamented his incompetence, and never angered others.

Qiao Wen thought for a while, and probably guessed what caused "Zhou Shan" to become what it is now.

The long passage of time has made all changes possible.

And... the cross-effects of all kinds of messy obsessions combined together.

Eventually... they turned into another kind of "monster" that even the black mist entwined with the monsters... has vaguely produced a little scruples.

"..."

However, after realizing this at this time, Qiao Wen's inner mood... did not fluctuate.

He still didn't say a word, just using his hand, he tore the "Zhou Shan" that had become quiet for some reason under his gaze, and seemed to be a little frightened looking at him to pieces.

Chapter 027: Who is not a monster?

The spiritual world, above the wilderness.

Under the gaze of the monster, Qiao Wen tore "Zhou Shan" to pieces without any reason.

If he didn't have any concept of "Holy Fire" before, then now he...he who has "experienced" Zhou Shan's sound now, already knows the essence of this thing.