Mr. Pantalone has no crazy plans today.

The tightly closed mask transformed into the head of the majestic and righteous god. As the patterns on the massive mask shone, its four enormous arms also stretched out.

As the core in its chest, which contained the power driving the enormous true body, shone brightly, the colossal True Machine God also unleashed terrifying lightning elemental power manifested from the 'imaginary energy'!

Purple lightning raged through the void of the palace, radiating a terrifyingly lethal dose of radiation for ordinary humans, and its dazzling light illuminated the silent palace.

That power was so strong, so unparalleled.

A terrifying power instantly filled the entire space, unleashing a powerful impact that overturned everything in this void hall.

Countless marks were left on the ground and in the palace, telling of the power of that force and proclaiming the authority possessed by the "scatterers".

Even Pantarone, standing within this void temple, was affected by the impact, causing his silver-star-like robes to flutter and his eyes to narrow slightly as he gazed at the figure of the "Scrapped Soldier" who proclaimed his complete ascension to godhood.

"At this moment, proclaim the complete birth of me as a god! Behold, this is the great power that belongs to the gods!"

“As a god, nothing in this world can restrain me now that I have become a god. I truly feel sorrow for you from the bottom of my heart, Pantalone.”

"The current 'God of Righteousness, Seven Leaves of Silent Illumination Secret Master' will absolutely not lose to this world!"

It wasn't a boastful statement, nor was it meant to instill fear in Pantalone.

The words spoken by "Sanbing" at this moment were completely devoid of personal emotion; they were simply the personal feelings of "Sanbing," who had become a god.

If it were him now, even facing a renewed war between demons and gods, he would be able to...

To confront all the forces in this world, or to be an enemy of all existence in this mortal realm.

He was also capable of achieving an overwhelming victory with absolute power; this was his most frank belief.

In fact, the "scattered soldiers" at this moment possessed an unparalleled power that was akin to that of a god.

Then he certainly has enough right to say that, as he controls the laws of this mortal world with the power of 'imaginary numbers'.

Even when facing his creator, his mother.

Even the Thunder God, who possessed the power to make thunder roar throughout the ten directions, showed no fear.

Just as he said, the moment he fully ascended to godhood, nothing in this mortal world could limit him anymore; the only thing that could limit him was the power to transcend this mortal world and stand in the heavens.

With such absolute confidence and arrogance, he looked down upon Pantalone, whom he now considered nothing more than a mortal, with the air of a god, and spoke proudly.

"Pantalone, I have ascended to godhood!"

At this moment, even Pantalone had to admit the fact that "Scouts" had ascended to godhood.

In a sense, the "scattered soldiers" at this moment, purely from the perspective of the power they possess, are second only to the throne in the sky.

From the perspective of the finished product of "gods", the "scattered soldiers" in front of us are without any flaws.

Whether it is the knowledge and wisdom possessed by gods, or the bodies and powers possessed by gods.

Under the "Doctor's" adjustments, the "Scattered Soldiers" have reached the true pinnacle. From the perspective of an experimental subject, the "Scattered Soldiers" are undoubtedly a successful work.

However, if we consider the definition of "deity" to be "scattered soldiers," then they are perfect.

Perhaps the "skirmishers" already possess all the characteristics that a god should have, but Pantalone does not think that the "skirmishers" have become "gods".

As one of the few madmen whom "The Doctor" considered to be able to understand him, Pantalone naturally understood "The Doctor's" existence perfectly.

He is a perfectionist who pursues the ultimate meaning. He does not consider any flawed work to be a perfect finished product.

Based on Pantalone's understanding of "The Doctor," the "skirmishers" in front of him were probably already a complete finished product.

However, this does not mean that the "scatterers" have reached the point that the "doctor" defined as the true and complete "god" he pursued.

If we consider only the mortal realm of this Teyvat continent, what stands before us is undoubtedly a true god.

However, for the "Doctor" who pursues perfection, the "scattered soldiers" in front of him are merely a trial work created to match the "god" he seeks, and cannot be considered a perfect product in the true sense of perfection.

The "gods" he intends to create will certainly not be limited to this level, if that were the case.

Then the "Doctor" wouldn't have gone to such lengths to plan all that.

This allowed Pantalone to quietly watch as the "streakers" proclaimed their own birth as gods, displaying their supreme divine power, and then he smiled meaningfully and uttered these words.

I don't think so.

Chapter 191 You Know Nothing About 'Imaginary Numbers' (4k)

That casual remark was significant to the "scattered soldier" who had already ascended to godhood.

It seems familiar.

Although he claimed that he had already transcended humanity and reached the realm of gods, that phrase always lingered in his heart like a curse.

Even though he believed that he possessed the supreme and unparalleled power that only gods possess.

But this still couldn't change the fear that lingered in his heart regarding certain things.

That was the lingering shadow and fear that haunted him as an existence known as "National Collapse".

Ultimately, even though he claims to have ascended to godhood, he still cannot escape his childhood, a past he desperately wants to avoid and deny, proof of his cowardly nature.

He would never acknowledge or face his past, which made him consider himself a god.

He was a god who had long transcended the mortal realm and was above the mundane world, yet he still sensed a trace of anger in Pantalone's seemingly casual tone regarding the enormous object of his words.