Star Iron: Imaginary numbers? Dude, I play with quantum reconstruction.

Jing Yuan felt something was strange. He wondered why the opponent's stats had suddenly increased, as if a single punch could burn the power of two star systems.

This bankruptcy-style strategy is truly amazing.

If a single punch consumes the resources of two star systems, it's understandable that he hasn't engaged in any numerical clashes, since he's never been hit by this kind of attack before.

What do you mean by "the other side sacrificed two star systems just to give him a punch"?

One punch and he'd be borrowing from two galaxies. After that fight, Lamancha's credit score was so bad he couldn't even afford to buy a banana.

Chapter 817 The King of Mortgages and the King of Endurance

Former site of the Second Phase Paradise —

"What do you mean by saying you can do it too?"

"Don't I have a game domain? Theoretically speaking, I can compete with him for control of this space."

Xing hesitated for a moment, then looked at the lv999 mass-produced model in his hand and continued, "But I haven't tried it, so I'm not sure if this broken thing has such a high limit. I'm afraid it will explode halfway through unfolding."

"What a waste of my high-definition portable camera, which is worth 88,000 credits. How did it end up flying in the middle of the game?"

"They went up to the sky? Was that pillar of light that shot straight up into the clouds something that my master and Master Zha fought their way to the heavens?"

Before anyone knew it, Qiong and her group had already arrived at this place.

"Jing Yuan and Lamancha are fighting like crazy?" Dan Heng was speechless. Couldn't these two be normal for once?

"Within this veil lies malice. What do we do now?" Bai E murmured, looking up at the demi-paradise in the sky, "Is there any hope for this world?"

Qiong shrugged, his expertise was completely mismatched anyway. "I think this planet is doomed. It's shattered to pieces, I'm out of ideas. And what about the people here? Did Scumbag eat them all?"

"They feel... there's still hope, right?"

"Use memory to fill it? It doesn't seem as fast as just finding Dad. Besides, what if we're halfway through and Black Scum comes back and goes berserk, tearing us apart?"

Xi Lian fell silent; this was indeed a problem.

“My partner’s concerns are not without merit... Now, are we just going to leave it at that? That’s not like you, partner.”

Qiong walked back and forth twice, and finally said helplessly, "The problem is, I can't find anything I can help with right now. My senior uncles have both gone to heaven. In such a vast starry sky, where am I supposed to find them? There's no 'repair' skill in my abilities list."

Hearing Qiong's words, Fei Ying was stunned. She remembered what Lamancha had said earlier, "Aren't you also the Eternal Night Demon God? Aren't you the one who wields the fear of the Eternal Night?! How could you not find the two of them?! As the fear of the Eternal Night, can't you find the greed of the Eternal Night?"

Qiong, who was being pointed at, was completely confused. "What fear of the eternal night and greed of the eternal night? I don't remember saying that I controlled any fear. You blockhead, have you eaten too much fertilizer?"

"Or did you make up this setting?"

He looked at Fei Ying and said, "Are you sure I've mastered the fear of the Eternal Night? The problem is that even the concept of the Eternal Night Demon God is made up. There's no such thing as the First Throne of the High Heavens or any divine authority. It was just something made up from the beginning."

"I just thought that line suited me perfectly, so I changed it a little. You really believe me?"

"As for what you call the power of fear and the power of greed, that's definitely something you made up."

At this moment, Fei Ying was utterly despondent. Her later years were truly bleak. "That detective... he lied to me..."

"Oh dear, she's depressed again." Qiong looked down at Fei Ying's lonely and desolate figure.

"Why don't you have any branches growing on your head? Haven't you been eating too much fertilizer lately?"

As soon as Qiong spoke, Fei Ying disappeared, turning into scattered wish power.

"Ah—? He passed away!"

Xing asked doubtfully, "Are you sure you didn't just curse him to death?"

Qiong looked surprised. "Huh? Was my word that damaging? I was just telling the truth."

Xing said jokingly, "Actually, I also cleaved her in this state with one sword last time, but she still came back alive and kicking."

What the two didn't know was that this was the most basic setting: Fei Ying only appeared when the moon was full and the power of her wishes was abundant.

Now that Huan Yue is gone, the power of will under the entire curtain is still being drawn away by a detective's external giant stomach to fight against Jing Yuan.

It's already a miracle that Fei Ying was able to listen to all those desperate quotes here.

......

Jingyuan's white hair was disheveled, and his white tailcoat was covered in dust.

But his eyes were incredibly resolute, like a crouching lion.

"You look quite pathetic, General Shence. I must say, compared to that useless persona, I feel your identity suits my temperament much better."

Jing Yuan looked up at the demon god in his eyes. The demon god looked exactly like him, except for his purple-red eyes.

"Are you... what a joke?!"

There was no causal lock, no hunting of destiny; a pure fist of power slammed head-on into the face of the demon god.

"Bang----!"

That handsome face was smashed to pieces, the demon god fell to the ground, and then in Jing Yuan's eyes, the distant starry sky dimmed.

"An unexpected bonus? Haven't you reached your limit yet?"

The headless corpse disappeared, and the demon god reappeared.

Yes, he mortgaged several more star systems, exchanging the good and evil of humanity for ten minutes' worth of foreground value.

The willpower consumed by those who are now resurrected is all transformed from the items within the veil.

At this moment, he has become the legendary King of Nap.

"You think I can't kill you?!"

Jing Yuan's voice carried a hint of deep ferocity, like the low growl of a lion warning when its territory is invaded.

You can give it a try!

"boom--!"

"can."

"boom--!"

"good."

"boom--!"

"Not quite there."

"Sizzle—!"

"That's innovative!"

"boom--!"

"I like."

"Sizzle—!"

"Hahaha..."

The entire galaxy beneath the curtain rapidly dissipated, like bubbles on water, most of which shattered at the slightest breeze.

Jingyuan is like the wind that stirs the water's surface.

The invincible Demon God of Eternal Night has once again been transformed into the Eternal Night Spinning Top, but he has already mastered the core of Eternal Night (Gluttony)!

As long as he keeps mortgaging (devouring) galaxies and exchanging them for wish power, he will definitely be able to fulfill his wish to draw the Jingyuan Gyro.

As for what he originally wanted to do, he has completely forgotten it.

He initially just wanted to beat Xing up, simply because Xing touched his cake.

But at this moment, he couldn't remember what had happened. He was completely stunned by Jing Yuan's elbow, his mind filled with the image of being elbowed and sent flying, and to make matters worse, he had released the Devouring Beast earlier.

Because there was no Devouring Beast to help him process the ending, and Jing Yuan was using both hands to extract the ending, his mind was severely overloaded with the ideas.

He couldn't even distinguish between reality and the ending in his mind. This led him to not know which ending to choose, resulting in both useless and useful endings being piled together.

All that remains is the body's instinctive reliance on loan collateral.

As for Jing Yuan? He's already been dealt a severe blow. Even if he's shattered into pieces, he can automatically regenerate. His health bar is bound to all items and living beings under the veil.

The last time he fought something this shameless was with that octopus and the two-headed dog.

He was hesitant to act against the other person because they had La Mancha's face, but now that it's his own, what's there to say?

Since it's my own face, I might as well slap myself to my heart's content. Anyway, I don't feel guilty at all when I slap myself.

"You bastard! Get out here right now!"

"boom--!"

The dark willpower stuck to his hand like gel, while the demon under his fist still wore a provocative expression.

Jing Yuan looked at his own face on the demon god's head, with that half-closed, smiling expression, and he felt an instinctive disgust.

With each set of Jingyuan's orders, another star field disappeared due to being mortgaged.

Chapter 818 Eternal Night Demon God: Teacher Lamancha, I miss you!

The beating continued, the body shifting between broken and intact, the dazed eyes devoid of any spirit.

Jing Yuan twisted the demon god's neck, while his other hand relentlessly smashed the demon god's head.

Within the veil of eternal night, the remains of gluttony are numerous.

By chance, he devoured a piece of the scattered remains of a gluttonous creature.

Jing Yuan's fist froze in mid-air, gripped tightly.

"That was fun... Jingyuan. Sorry, but please die."

Those eerie eyes radiated a captivating light. With a wave of his hand, space tore open, and he retrieved the Devouring Beast that Jing Yuan had blasted away.

"That damned stray dog, it left without my permission, almost causing my eternal damnation..."

"However... from now on, Brother Jing, prepare to face the true eternal night!"

The space behind the demon god was constantly being torn apart, and one after another, world-devouring beasts emerged from it.

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