The Riddler Get Out of Terra

We are always proud to prevent civilization from sinking into the emptiness of despair, and to unite the courage and wisdom to continue on among similar people, but not to declare in the universe: "Look, how great I am!"

Facing the ant nest built by the hard work of ants, how many people are praising the magnificence and magnificence of this building, and how many people are laughing at the life and death of these little things, and the instant nothingness?

There are all kinds of disasters on the continent of Terra. These monsters that flooded onto the land like a tide at the end of the world and replaced the creatures of the previous generation are layer upon layer. The dense flesh and blood, heat and smelly pheromones can make normal people vomit to the point of weakness. Unbearable.

The invisible beast is always used to taunt these little bugs that cannot even transcend time.

Even those of the same kind who have also entered the spiritual sea and can achieve a career close to His for a short time are not highly regarded by Him:

What kind of skill is it to enter the sea of ​​psychic energy and spend a huge amount of psychic energy to exert power that you don't know whether it will work?What is there to be proud of about so-called gods who cannot see through the past, present and future of even a speck of dust?

Are you claiming to be counterattacking and returning to orthodoxy?

Can a group of lucky people who were just born early and robbed of power deserve to be said to be born noble?

He was endlessly sarcastic about the arrogance of the giant beasts and ancient gods, and was extremely arrogant towards these villains who would eventually be destroyed on the continent of Terra.

Sure enough, from the beginning to the end, no one can know these real secrets. They are as fragile and ridiculous as dull and stubborn dead wood.

Invisible beasts always have this unconscious awareness.

He looked at the picture given to him by the smiling ant in front of him, and was bored by the future she saw:

What is this?Even what I have seen is not enough. I don’t really think that a little foresight can travel with time.

Comparable to tourists, right?

But the scene continues like this, with the hatred and war in the world boiling and ferocious. The frenzied civil strife and the unknown foreign enemies make the nobles who think they are superior fall down in an instant, just like those insignificant things that float on the wind in the sun and then quickly fall to the ground. dust.

Everything is wailing and crying, the dead tribes and the creatures that can’t wait to rush to this land complement each other. The silent shouts are crazy like horn chanting for a long time, with the lament and sadness of dying life, and are unique and graceful. of beauty.

This thing is not specific.

The invisible beast thought sarcastically again:

If I think, I can see so much from time, what is such a sight?Just the long keel of Rhodes Island in the Tower of Babel carries a history that is no less impressive than these future ones.

Then, it finally saw "him":

It should have been the sun, it should have been the stars, it should have been the star stream millions of light years away from Terra. Even if the gods collapsed and species disappeared, it had nothing to do with the objective existence in the sky. They were supposed to be eternal. Destruction, eternal light.

So... why is the sun... alive?

The invisible beast opened its eye sockets in horror. The shock and fear tore apart the restraint of this body to the point that even the spiritual energy that constituted it began to shatter. The wide eye sockets were easily torn apart, and the blood of power that symbolized the origin was continuously drained. But it pays no attention at all:

It watched helplessly as the sun tore away its outer layer in a low cry that mortals could not hear but had to listen to. Light streams that resembled tentacles but were by no means as inferior as flesh and blood extended from the star.

The world is mutating, the planet is changing, and the suffering of the creatures on land is so insignificant that it is not even considered as dust before the call of the starry sky. There is no lamentation and no inspiration. It is just the moment when the sleeping star tears open its outer membrane and hatches. These things emerge from the star. The species that pathetically draw energy to survive in ignorance wither like dried water drops under the blazing midday sun.

There was no resistance, no record, no final decisive struggle, just the moment of appearance, pitiful, ridiculous, beautiful, hypocritical, painful, sad... all the descriptions were suitable for Terra, just like that... melted and dissipated in the light, one after another. Not a speck of dust remains.

——After that gap of nothingness, all the freaks in the starry sky opened their eyes.

"Ah...ah..."

The invisible beast watched all this in pain, and Mansu (the name of the sea of ​​spiritual energy among the gods) and Xujing (the name of the sea of ​​longing among the gods) were also unable to even talk about perseverance - the stellar things that visited the entire planet. When he wakes up, what are the things that rely on Him, Fang Xixi, to come into being...what do they count?

Even time is withering. It thought it was a safe thing, but it never thought that time is not an order in the universe - every star is pulling on the curvature, and every beam of light carries a feeling that time cannot wrap up. In the universe, time is a smashed and twisted rag, rather than a carefully woven comic material.

What is this?

In a regular world, the God of Time, who calls the wind and rain, falls into the universe like algae that cannot fly away under the stormy waves. However, around it, those beings that are similar to the giant beasts of the deep sea in the torrent of time also fall away one by one. Awakened from deep sleep...

"Do not--!!!"

It desperately tried to close its eyes and not pay attention to "him" living in the stars. However, all resistance was meaningless. The spiritual energy was roaring and the Mansu was baptizing. It became a beacon of death in the painful history of the Mansu. , the monster who once brought endless pain to this continent is resurrecting from the shadow of the past:

Just seeing a layer of future stories, this projection that has come in the past is about to be incubated, purified, and come again in the inspiration of the invisible beast.

However, here there is no longer a titan that jumps out from the mob and turns into light without hesitation - noble ideals are always easy to lose to despicable desires. The cowardice and shortsightedness of the real dragon and Suixiang allow the projection of the alien gods that accidentally come. Xinxinran lost his only enemy.

"what--!!!"

Mansu is screaming, the gods are stunned, and all beings who come into contact with the level of the spiritual sea feel like they are facing a formidable enemy:

It is a shadow of the past.

It was the devil among devils and the god among gods who nearly wiped out the ancient species with just a careless glance when he arrived.

It was a nightmare where even information was exterminated by Mansu and no living thing on Terra was allowed to know.

That was... the eternal disaster in which the dead Titan transformed into the Titan of Light and fought with it, destroying [-]% of ancient Terra in its aftermath!

crackling—

The next moment, it seemed as if I realized what kind of catalyst was calling the past, and discovered what kind of monster was destroying the future. Mansu's spiritual energy was activated like never before by the great god who lived in the virtual realm. Finally, in the low and trivial sound... the invisible beast was... Driven out of the edge of Mansu.

Mansu is angry and spiritual energy is roaring!

The power of the gods is being claimed by Mansu, and the vast spiritual energy is being ruthlessly squeezed and eroded!

It wasn't until all traces of "existences that shouldn't exist" disappeared that Mansu finally returned to its original turbulence.

Only the frightened giant beasts and ancient gods were left timid and uneasy.

What about in the physical world?

Mastema didn't know what the fallen angel had done, but not long after she held the scepter, the invisible beast appeared in time with a painful cry:

This is an alternative thing made of gears and flesh. This is a ferocious god that cannot be seen and understood. The moment she sees it, Mostima has to close her eyes - this is not a freak demon god that she can look directly at. .

But at the same moment when the demon appeared, Qiao Lun took action.

Mansu cooperated with her like never before. Mansu, whose ancient fear was activated by the observation of the invisible beast, frantically injected spiritual energy into the container. Everything on Terra told Qiao Lun one thing:

Kill it, kill this taboo-violating freak!

As for Qiao Lun, who also knows everything?

The lofty virtual realm master will not degrade himself and be sanctioned by Mansu!

Snapped--

Just like a bubble being blown, the invisible beast that was already crazy because of looking at something that cannot be looked at quickly shattered just by being touched by fingers containing psychic energy. The remaining form withered and disappeared, and in the end, only a round psychic core remained. Blooming and burning like fire, he appeared in front of Qiao Lun.

Isn't this an opportunity?

In the gap of time, Qiao Lun stretched out his right hand and gently pressed the core above his left eye.

Chapter 59 Hour Hand·Minute Hand

"Open your eyes, Mostema."

A low and elegant female voice rang in Mostema's ears. Her heart was pounding. She finally chose to tentatively open her swollen and purple eyelids and quietly observe the situation around her, or in other words, look at the invisible beasts and the fallen. Who among the angels won the victory?

But the current situation made her confused:

Time is still standing still, Fiammetta's explosive warhead is still suspended in the air, so light that people unconsciously ignore its power. The invisible beast has disappeared, but the black lock and white key are thrown to the ground by the fallen angel in front of them. Abandoned like worn out shoes.

She quietly observed the fallen angel, and her attention was overwhelmingly drawn to the strange lines on her left eye:

Her irises completely turned into a strange clock, and her golden pupils became the background color. Her eyes that had lost focus did not know whether they could still see everything in the world clearly. Instead, they were replaced by a pattern on the dial that resembled a large clock in Rutland City. The Victorian decorative style makes those words that symbolize time look ancient and luxurious.

From the center of her cornea, two hands, one long and one short, extend: the common hour and minute hands on a clock.

It seems not?

Mostima searched for the strange feeling of inconsistency, and then saw the constantly jumping second hand on her iris dial.

Her eyes...? !

Mostima believed in her trained eyesight and memory. Before she closed her eyes to stop seeing and covered her ears to stop listening, the fallen angel in front of her only had ordinary eyes of one red and one gold!

Is it...

She looked at the black locks and white keys that were thrown on the ground. They seemed to have had a lot of things taken away from them. They were lying sickly on the dusty ground. Even the faint fluorescence that had not disappeared even after the gods had turned away was gone. Energy is generally as light as a firefly in the wind.

"Open your eyes, Mostema, and look at the world in my eyes!"

Kurumi smiled wildly and sent out his power. The vast spiritual energy seeped into and eroded the last remnants of the invisible beast. Finally, with a buzzing sound that sounded like a moving dial, a huge golden clock was projected behind Kurumi!

"Appear here, the phantom that travels through the world, the eyes beyond magnificence, the accelerator that transcends limits, the angel Keke Emperor!"

The clock turned as the second hand moved in Kuang San's eyes. The hour and minute hands emitted unprecedented light. After everything faded out, there were two flintlock guns in Kuang San's hands, one long and one short like the hands of the clock.

"Your black lock and white key are quite interesting, Miss Mostima, but unfortunately, I am better!"

Snapped--

Kuang San placed the long blunderbuss with a barrel that was longer than half her body in the middle of Mostema's forehead. The originally elegant and quiet face now had an evil smile that could not be concealed - this did not detract from her beauty. , but the bad woman smell that cannot be concealed spreads surprisingly.

The teeth are white and kind of pretty.

Mostima's rare thoughts were random.

"So what? The Rutlanders will never give in! None of your demands will be granted!"

The blue-haired fallen angel gritted his teeth and spoke hard.

"Oh? Generally speaking, shouldn't it be Miss Fiametta over there who would say such things? How come the light-hearted Ms. Mostima has learned to be eloquent like an irritable and shallow young man?"

Kuang San asked with a smile.

"Because you are definitely not an enemy you can get past by making jokes, Ms. Fallen Angel."

Mostima smiled helplessly, and the free and easy smile that had been there not long ago appeared on his face that was covered in bruises not long ago, trying to cover up every emotion that would expose his weakness.

But doing this... is useless.

Qiao Lun looked at the smart-alecked fallen angel coldly. The smile he was always fine-tuning did not change at all. The blunderbuss in his other hand was already pointed at Fiametta, and he continued to observe Mostima's face with a smile. every line on it.

Although it has been beaten to the point of losing its beauty.

"..."

Mostema's eyebrows wrinkled subtly, but the fallen angel still held back the panic and anxiety radiating from the inside out, maintaining the hardness of the mask on his face, not daring to let any special emotions escape.

Then, after Qiao Lun directly fired a bullet, they all shattered:

"stop!!!!!"

Mostima could see clearly that the bullet fired from the short gun carried the terrifying power of time. If she was hit by this bullet, she could not even imagine what Fia would become!

The disguised disdain and warm-heartedness were torn to pieces by herself in an instant, Mosti

Ma painfully admitted that the fallen angel in front of him had discovered his weakness, and straightforwardly launched a cry of surrender.

Qiao Lun did not give her a chance to repent. The bullet hit Fiametta with a roar. At the same time as it hit, Miss Liboli's flaming red feathers and hair became visibly gray and withered.

Well-trained limbs, a straight and beautiful spine, a beautiful and youthful face... These elements that make a girl look youthful and beautiful turned old and withered the moment the bullet hit her. Before Mostema could finish her words, Fia Meta became an old man named Liboli who couldn't even lift a gun.

There are many beings on Terra who get stronger as they get older. Compared to their peak years, their physical fitness has declined slightly and they have become more proficient in Origin Stone skills. They can always perform feats that they could not do when they were young. The disadvantages brought by age are eliminated by experience. Diluted, even in old age, they are still super Terrans who are energetic and trouble-makers.

But now that you’re so old, you can’t move at all, right? !

Mostima looked at Fiametta who was so old that he was out of shape, and the balance in his heart kept falling:

The Terran people's lifespan is not short, and the Liboli people also have a lifespan of more than a hundred years. Just such a shot actually made Fiametta age to this point - what did the person in front of him take from the invisible beast? What power? !

"Now, I think we have a lot in common to discuss, right? Dear Miss Mostima."

After finishing harvesting Mostima's teammates, Kuang San lowered his head and looked at the fallen angel who was facing a formidable enemy...

boom--

Another shot, but this time the bullet hit Mostima's forehead along the barrel of the long gun.

She closed her eyes nervously, welcoming the fate of old age. However, when she opened her eyes, Mostima was bright and healthy, without any fatigue or depression caused by old age.

The pain that no longer persisted on her face and her body senses that had returned to normal told her that the injuries caused by the fallen angel in the red dress not long ago had disappeared with the explosion of this bullet.

Fast forward time, rewind time...

Mastima gloomily learned of the two abilities his enemy had gained.

"We will indeed have a lot to talk about," she stood up, picked up the two staffs named Black Lock and White Key under Kuang San's interesting eyes, and cautiously suggested: "So... can What if the ability cannot be deactivated? My partner cannot withstand your ammunition."

“May our friendship last as long as the Lateran Commandments.”

Kurumi smiled, and the muffled sound of flesh hitting the ground and Fiametta's weak and confused voice that could not understand the current situation were like sounds of nature in Mostima's ears:

She never thought that one day she would hate the silent environment in Time Stop so much!

Chapter 60 Assassination

"Since Ms. Mostima thinks everything I said is right, please follow me. Kazdel will be happy to follow what you two are doing here~"

Kuang San put away the concrete minute and hour hands, and when the two guns disappeared, he also released the suspended Emperor Keke behind him - this was the invisible beast's natural response to Kuang San's body after she had deprived her of most of its power. Adapting to the form, the golden ancient dial behind him is essentially just a projection of the right eye that holds the power of time.