Starting Marvel with a Zanpakuto

Starting Marvel with a Zanpakuto Chapter 562

God, has come!

Heaven and Earth discolored, and mountains and rivers collapsed.

A mighty force that could not be expressed in words suddenly slammed out from the depths of the earth, which made the already shattered earth once again completely torn apart by this extreme violence.

Although not well-known, a city with various histories has been completely transformed into a post-apocalyptic scene under the devastating blow of Heaven and Earth.

However, this is just the beginning!

As a god descended into the world, how could there not be a welcome ritual of matching identity?

Boom! ! !

Volcanic ash accumulates in the clouds, and the visible particles form giant clouds, stirred and swirled by the invisible big hand, it's like the mouth of the abyss that devours the world.

The lava that spewed out from the depths of the leylines was held up by a huge impact and rushed straight into the clouds of Nine Heavens, and then shattered into a gorgeous ring of fire, like a falling meteor group It cuts through the atmosphere, leaving countless traces of crimson, as if it is a gorgeous fireworks for the coming of the gods.

Along the red trails drawn by countless 'fireworks' falling, the terrifyingly huge arms, little by little, reflected in the pupils of Lorde and Michael.

That dead gray pale arm, as if in the ancient Mythological Era, stands on this huge pillar between Heaven and Earth, even if it has been washed away by time and time, it still cannot be erased. Ancient aura, the feeling of decay and vicissitudes arises spontaneously.

Although it is far away from the arm, its volume is too large, so even an ordinary person can clearly and intuitively see the structure on its surface!

Countless gray carapaces resembling fish scales, densely and compactly arranged in reverse, spread over the surface of the arm, so from a distance, it looks as pale as dead gray.

Those scaly dead gray carapaces, undulating in small amplitudes, released some kind of light gray substance when they opened and closed, as if there was some kind of creature hidden underneath, which was emitting rhythm. breathing panting.

In the gap between the opening and closing of the gray scales, Lorde condensed spiritual power in his eyes, thereby improving his vision to an astonishing level, like a falcon penetrating the volatilized volcanic ash fog of lava, and saw below the scales hidden things.

But after seeing it, he was surprised... or should be said, the strange place was hidden under the gray carapace scales, not the disgusting things he imagined.

It's neither the sticky tentacles like octopus, nor the several hundred thousand dead heads, nor the yellowing, pus-like colloidal tumor, in short, it has nothing to do with anything that can be described as disgusting.

Under the gray-black scale carapace, there are densely arranged pitch-black holes like barnacles, as if hollowed out by some kind of creature, more disgusting than tentacles and the like. and!

These barnacle-like holes, of various sizes and shapes, are compact and dense, and it looks like there are countless holes in the eyes, watching silently through those holes. You too.

"qnd!"

Lorde's scalp suddenly tingled, and he immediately looked away, but his whole body was still shaken, as if he had been electrocuted, uncontrollably.

Even people without intensive fear will feel extremely uncomfortable when they see such a dense and large number of holes, which seem to be dark and secluded pupils.

If you live by the sea, you may understand this feeling better. You can almost see barnacles on a rock wall or reef on the seaside.

Imagine...

If you suddenly magnify the number of these barnacles to several hundred thousand times, close and numerous, you will be What kind of feeling? The visual impact alone is enough to make anyone with trypophobia die on the spot.

The nature of disgust doesn't go away, it just changes from one form to another - the law of conservation of disgust, by: Lorde Karl.

After forcibly looking away, Lorde suddenly felt a surge of warmth, and the melodious chants and prayers rang in his ears.

That voice-like, ethereal and sweet female voice overwhelmed the frenzied babble in an instant, causing the nerve-ripping pain in his mind, which was invisibly relieved to a great extent.

Without those crazy ravings, Lorde finally got rid of the stiff limbs and looked back to see Michael's hands clasped in front of his chest, like a holy prayer girl in the church, the holy prayer song is from her. out of the mouth.

On the beautiful face of the angel, fine beads of sweat ooze out, and the golden long hair scattered on the ground has been wet into strands by sweat, and the pair of gem-like perfect emerald green In the eyes, there is a visible tired state.

Tick...tick...

Sweat gathers to the cheek and chin, draws a stunning arc, and finally flows on the dirty ground, and Gradually wet the thick dust.

In order to help him resist the crazy ravings, this Seraph is under a lot of pressure, and judging from her current state, it is obviously impossible to support it for too long!

Lorde is at the crucial moment when he analyzes the current situation in his mind and finds that the situation is not optimistic!

Judging from the shape of the arm, Wilbur Whateley's summoning ritual cannot be said to be a complete success.

Goryūtenmetsu should have an effect, at least destroying the spirit particles in the area, making the summoning ritual incomplete, and only a part of the summon is in time, and the Evil God's coming ritual is still a little short.

In other words...

This is their last chance!

If he doesn't take advantage of this time, he will find a way to completely destroy the terrifying arm or the summoning ritual. When the angel's voice disappears, he will be attacked by the crazy ravings, so that Even spiritual power can't be mobilized!

Recalling the crazy babble, Lorde couldn't help but feel a little scared. If it was just him, I'm afraid he really couldn't solve it.

"Quick..."

"I...hold...not...for long!"

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The prayers of the angel girl were gradually decreasing, and the crazy ravings returned in a swirl of dust, which seemed to echo faintly in her ears.

Lorde understands that the situation is critical, and he can no longer think about it. He must solve it as soon as possible, that incomplete Evil God body!

Phew——

The huge palm slowly spread out, the clouds and mist were rippling, and the roaring air roared above the sky. His fingers seemed to hold the entire sky in the palm of his hand, and even the rays of light of the sun had dimmed at this moment.

"I can only use it..."

Lorde suddenly took a long and deep breath, then spit out all the air in his lungs, raised his hand and pressed it on the On the ground, the spiritual pressure in my body surged up again, pouring out as if I didn't want money!

Rumbling...

A huge lance with a height of 100 meters suddenly broke out from the shaking ground, and the top was a handle shaped like a half moon. , exudes a huge blade of invisible pressure.

The huge lance-shaped blade, just standing here, the sharp aura soaring into the sky, as if to pierce the sky, the rolled up airflow faintly emits a sharp neigh, like some kind of dive beast the same tweet.

Spear of Sōkyoku - Kikōō!

This is a trump card that Lorde hid at the beginning, originally reserved for Wilbur Whateley's execution item.

It just didn't work out, it backfired.

In the end, I will use this Spear of Sōkyoku to kill an incomplete god!