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A moment later, a terrifying figure appeared before Locke.

Huge! Stunningly huge! Terrifyingly huge! Awe-inspiringly huge!

The Celestials, comparable to planets, are big enough, but this one in front of us is far, far larger!

His eyes alone are comparable to two planets, and his entire body is like a terrifying giant standing in the vast starry sky. Just standing there, he gives people a suffocating sense of oppression!

This terrifying mechanical behemoth still vaguely resembles a monkey, but it's not the sneaky, lewd monkey from before. It's more like an ape, a metallic ape-like ancient star god!

With sharp eyes and awe-inspiring divine power, this is the true Supreme Lord, the true Creator of the Universe!

Locke became even more excited: "That's fantastic! To nurture it with your body, or even refine you entirely into a part of it, so that the Destroyer Armor can also gain a transformation ability, that would be amazing!!"

Its entire body was covered in green and scarlet colors that shot into the sky!

The fairy power began to devour the vast starry sky around him, and the chaotic power reshaped his body. Locke's body, which was already ten times larger than Earth, expanded again and continued to grow bigger and bigger.

When they grew to be about the same size as each other, the two giant stars launched an attack on each other almost simultaneously!

There is absolutely no need to hesitate. Two gods are incompatible. A universe cannot accommodate two gods of this level!

"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

Every collision, every attack, is enough to shake the vast starry sky. Every time the aftershock dissipates, it can cause the Milky Way to tremble and the stars to shake. Every now and then, stars are blown up!

The roar of the ancient gods, the cry of the phoenix, the trembling of the galaxy, the collapse of all things...

After an unknown amount of time, the battle finally ceased. Within the starry river, terrifying chains bound the Supreme Lord tightly, layer by layer. No matter how the Supreme Lord struggled and roared, he could not break free from these chains of divine power formed by the convergence of five divine forces.

A suit of armor appeared in Locke's hand, and Locke casually slapped it, directly sending it into the body of the Supreme Lord.

"Next, we just need to wait for the gestation to complete~"

Locke reached out and something appeared in his hand. It was a Rubik's Cube-like object, and he could clearly feel the vast power within it.

"This thing must be a divine object that was naturally born in this world."

This thing belongs to the Supreme Lord. Locke vaguely sensed a somewhat familiar power on it; it was the source of the fire.

Of course, this thing is definitely not the source of the spark; the source of the spark is not even comparable to a scrap of this thing.

The source of the fire should be the trace energy that seeped out of this thing and was collected and created by the Supreme Lord.

"A divine object that could be considered the prototype of a single super artifact~"

Given enough time to develop, this thing might just be able to be upgraded to a single-unit level super artifact.

only……

This thing is of little use to Locke. It should be considered a prototype of a super artifact on the technological side, but Locke is not very compatible with it.

"Should we refine this thing directly?" This thing is almost complete, like an early prototype. With some refining, it will become a perfect prototype of a divine artifact.

However, as mentioned before, if the attributes don't match, no matter how it's refined, it won't be suitable for Locke.

After a moment of silence, Locke looked up at the Supreme Lord whom he had completely sealed away.

"Should we add this thing in too?"

Thinking about it this way, Locke couldn't help but frown.

Adding it in isn't out of the question; the Destroyer Armor, the Supreme Taijun Mechanical Ancient God, and the prototype of a technological artifact would all make it a good fit.

The problem is that although Locke has always said that the Destroyer Armor is inferior to the Ice Crystal Gauntlets, it's not because the Destroyer Armor is weak, but because the Ice Crystal Gauntlets are too strong!

Before the Ice Crystal Gauntlets were invented, the Destroyer Armor was the closest thing to a single super artifact. After all, it was the super armor that Odin wore to fight against the Celestials!

The Destroyer Armor can also be described as a top-tier artifact that is close to a single-target super artifact.

So here's the question: what will be created by fusing these three things together: a pseudo-single-target artifact, a prototype of a single-target super artifact, and a top-tier artifact that is close to a single-target super artifact?

It might even exceed the lower-level monomers!

Once that time comes, Locke might not be able to stop the cosmic energy surge caused by the birth of that super-powerful artifact.

Just a moment later, Locke gritted his teeth and said, "Let's do it!"

He had a feeling that if he could successfully forge it, the Destroyer Armor would most likely surpass the Ice Crystal Gauntlets!

Locke couldn't resist such temptation!

Moreover, who knows if this kind of cosmically unique object will have any impact if taken to another universe?

After all, there are Infinity Stones as a precedent.

Chapter 133 Destroyer, Ancient God, Annihilation

Without hesitation, Locke casually tore through the starry sky, and enormous 'suns' burning with raging flames appeared all around him.

This is the real sun, just not the one in the solar system. For the solar system and even the Milky Way, the sun is unique, but for the entire universe, there are countless burning celestial bodies like this.

More and more of the sun was being drawn in...

Ten, a hundred, a thousand...

Gradually, the temperature of the entire void rose to a terrifying level that defies description.

The intense heat generated by the convergence of thousands upon thousands of suns made even the starry sky seem to be ablaze. The already burning suns burned even more violently and intensely, and the lifespans of suns that could have burned for billions of years were now being drastically shortened.

As a result, the temperature in this galaxy is still rising, rising, and rising continuously!

"Rules Established - Law-Level Combustion!"

A wisp of crimson chaotic power shot out, and instantly, crimson suns suddenly burst forth with crimson light, their speed increasing by hundreds of millions of times.

Red, endless red radiance, became the main theme of this starry sky.

The galaxy was burning, and planets and celestial bodies were like 'firewood' at this moment. Even the Supreme Lord's terrifying body could melt little by little under the high temperature generated by this law-level burning.

"Rule-making - Replicating Odin's forging techniques!"

Locke sat cross-legged outside the starry sky, quietly refining his craft.

.........

Earth, Los Angeles.

Michaela gripped the toy-like 'lightsword' tightly in her hand, her expression more complicated than ever before.

If she could still deceive herself before, believing that Locke was just a special person with some special abilities, similar to a certain blue robot cat, then...

But when Locke stepped out of the starry sky, expanding with each step, growing larger with each step, and finally transforming into a colossus even more terrifying and horrifying than Earth, she could no longer deceive herself.

My man, the man who suddenly appeared in my life and then suddenly left, he was not human! He was God! A God beyond words!

It is an existence comparable to, or even surpassing, God!

Honored? Perhaps, after all, I lived with God for a period of time, but more than that, I felt lost. He has left, will He ever come back?

Silence, despair—now, all she can do is clutch that toy-like lightsaber tightly in her hand; it's the only thing He left behind.

Suddenly, planes appeared in the sky above the villa.

Michaela frowned as she glanced at them. Some of them she recognized; they were aircraft belonging to the FBI and CBI. Others were less familiar, but she seemed to have seen them on television; they belonged to intelligence organizations of top-tier countries.

And now, these organizations are almost all gathered here.

Michaela thought to himself, "Even presidents of other countries probably don't have such a grand display."

Of course, she wasn't stupid; she naturally understood the purpose of these intelligence organizations.

The man who was suspected to be a god never concealed his appearance when he stepped into the starry sky. It is not surprising that he quickly obtained her information thanks to the various organizations from different countries that are like sieves.

Not only that, but vehicles also appeared rapidly on the ground. These were not ordinary vehicles, but Transformers. As soon as they arrived, these Transformers quickly transformed and surrounded Michaela.

This wasn't an attack; it was a way of protecting Michaela.

Discovering such a powerful figure within their own country, how could the American upper class not go crazy? They dispatched all available intelligence agencies and also struck a deal with the Transformers, all to protect Mikaela with all their might.

At this moment, Michaela was no longer a sexy and beautiful woman, but a goddess, the closest being to the divine. Who would dare to harm her?

"Damn it, you're restricting Miss Michaela's freedom!"

When the intelligence agencies from various countries arrived at the scene and saw Michaela being protected so thoroughly, they were furious and jumped up and down in anger.

If we could just invite Miss Michaela, the 'goddess,' back and have that deity descend upon us occasionally, it would be an incredible opportunity that no great power could even imagine. But now that you've blocked them off so tightly, how are they supposed to 'invite' her?

The American intelligence agencies completely ignored the agents from other countries. While the Transformers surrounded them, they surrounded them again and began to roughly drive away the others.

Those who want to steal their 'goddess' should go back to sleep!

Even if war breaks out today, and nuclear bombs are dropped, we cannot let the goddess be lost. Otherwise, all the officers of the special agents should just prepare their guns and shoot themselves in the head.

"Damn it, you are the free America, you shouldn't be restricting Miss Michaela's freedom!"

"Let us in!"

"Damn it, do you want to go to war with every country?!"

The American officers didn't bother with them at all. A guy who seemed to be the leader stepped out of the crowd, came up to Michaela, and spoke to her with utmost politeness, even softer than he would to his three-year-old son.

“Ms. Michaela, I am a member of the President’s staff. I would like to speak with you now. Is that a convenient time?”

Michaela gripped her 'lightsword' tightly and asked cautiously, "What do you want to talk about?"

The president's aide did not speak first, but glanced at the 'lightsword' in Michaela's hand, a strong and strange light flashing in his eyes.

Even someone like him, who had traveled extensively with the president and seen the world, felt a little uneasy at such a moment, but the other party remained remarkably calm.

The president's staff naturally did not believe that the other party's mental fortitude was superior to their own, so the most likely explanation was that the ugly-looking thing in Michaela's hand, which resembled a child's toy, gave her ample confidence.

Clearly, only something personally bestowed by that deity possesses such magic.

Thinking of this, a fiery glint appeared in the eyes of the president's aide, but he quickly suppressed it. He had come here to keep this 'goddess' here, not to offend her.

Seeing that Michaela had become visibly wary, the president's aide said apologetically, "I'm sorry, you know, that god is so great, so it's natural for me to be curious."

"Of course, now is not the time to talk about that."

“Miss Michaela, would you like to stay in Great America indefinitely? We in Great America will definitely offer you the best conditions.”

"The White House has given instructions that if Ms. Michaela wants to enter politics, we can give her a position no lower than that of a member of Congress. If she wants to join the military, she can be given a position no lower than that of a lieutenant general as soon as she joins the military. If she doesn't want either of those, and wants to join a tycoon, the ten largest tycoons in the United States can join forces to support you in creating a new top-tier tycoon."

"hiss……"

At that moment, gasps of surprise rose from the surrounding area; this was no small feat!

"Damn America, they're so despicable!"

"Miss Michaela, come to our Russian Bear! We Russian Bears aren't so stingy. General rank, Vice President position!"

"And our Eagle, if Miss Michaela is willing to come, we wouldn't mind having a female prime minister!"

Everyone's gone mad! Everyone's going crazy right now, let's see who can outdo whom!

The president's aide wiped the cold sweat from his brow. These bastards, they've all gone mad! He cursed them countless times in his mind.

Taking a deep breath, the presidential aide said again, "Ms. Michaela, you have always lived here; this is your true home."

"Of course, if you have any other conditions, please feel free to ask, and we can meet them to the best of our ability."

Beside him, Sam, who had come with the Transformers, looked at Mikaela, who was the center of attention and whom even the president's staff treated with utmost respect, with an unprecedentedly complex expression.

Their worlds are worlds apart.

"Damn it, what kind of look is that!" Bumblebee slapped Sam on the head. "Sam, don't look at that guy like that again, or someone will twist your head off."

Sam immediately lowered his head in fear. As a 'goddess,' it was taboo for ordinary people to look directly at her.

Michaela was driven to the brink of despair by the nagging from people from various countries.

"I don't want to talk about these things right now. I'm doing very well here."

The president's staff were overjoyed; the mission was accomplished, and their heads could finally stay where they belonged.

"Don't worry, Miss Michaela, we will absolutely not let any scoundrels bother you or that person."

Michaela nodded, then shook her head: "Thank you in advance. Besides, I'm not afraid of being bothered!"

As she spoke, she instantly activated the laser sword in her hand and skillfully slashed out. Instantly, a blade more than ten meters long shot out, splitting a mountain peak at the edge of the field of vision in two!

"I'm not some weak girl who's never killed a chicken before!"

Instantly, pairs of eyes turned to Michaela with fervent devotion, or more precisely, to the lightsaber in her hand. This was undoubtedly a divine artifact bestowed by the gods! Absolutely!

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