Ark pigeon mode, activated!

A thousand years later, a newcomer will rewrite Nart's epic poem. He will be stripped of all his glory and become a complete mortal hero. The land he protects will be forever shrouded in the majesty of the new god!

Camilla didn't care about the lives of the Narts and the gods, but the occurrence of this kind of thing at this time, could it mean that Isfir was invading and merging with him!?

"Bartras, are you willing?"

Camilla said softly.

Behind him, Surtel and the other two looked at him in surprise, not understanding why he suddenly said that.

In the church, Ihsari stopped what he was doing, turned around and looked at him without saying a word, with no emotion visible on his ordinary face.

Camilla read more information.

Ihsari, one of the seven gods created by the Supreme God of Creation, was originally a similar being to Bartras!

The seven gods were dominated by the new gods. This might be the true manifestation of the land’s tragic defeat!

Camilla lost interest in talking to him, lowered her head slightly, and looked at the ground.

Although he didn't have the ability of clairvoyance, he still followed the strange connection and stared at Bartras's sleeping body.

Camilla suddenly remembered that in addition to the seed of disaster, he also had another completely uncontrollable ability to make his wishes come true. The upper limit was unknown and it would be activated randomly. He had already modified many realities without realizing it.

Could his current performance be a sign that this ability is now somewhat controllable?

The thought flashed through his mind, but he immediately put it behind him.

He never counted on the uncertain.

The sleeping Bartras did not respond to him. After all, Bartras fell into sleep after being seriously injured, and he did not enter this state on his own initiative.

It doesn't matter. Bartras's thoughts and attitudes are not important. What matters is what he wants to do!

As soon as Camilla thought about it, a long sword quickly appeared out of thin air in front of him, and the sword light was shimmering like the water in a lake.

Under the power of the disaster, the divine sword Black God that sank into the sea was instantly captured by him.

He looked back at Surtel and the others and said seriously.

"You guys stay here for now. I'm going to the Highest Heaven."

"Doctor, are you going to fight on your own?!"

Surtel asked with a frown.

With their swords already drawn, they couldn't possibly be out here to enjoy the scenery. However...aren't battles something for operators like them?!

I felt insulted.

Camilla nodded, without much explanation.

"The fusion of the gods must be stopped. Let me see what you are!"

The next second, he turned into a ray of light and shot up into the sky, then disappeared in an instant.

Surtel couldn't help but click his tongue, but soon fell silent, and Linghe Quill also remained silent.

They know what the so-called creator god is.

Gods do exist, but... they don't create and control everything as described in myths.

……

The top of the seven realms, the highest heaven.

The Creator God lives alone in the palace. He never participates in worldly affairs personally. His will is carried out by the seven sons of God.

He is called Gedimdi, Teha, Yedel, Zar... but all names ultimately point to one name - Jehovah.

Camilla pushed open the heavy stone door of the palace and her eyes fell on the figure on the throne.

After a long silence, he sighed heavily.

"Liz, why is it you..."

On the throne, a white devil with jet-black horns and soft golden hair cascading like a waterfall had his eyes closed. His peaceful face revealed a pitiful fragility that made people unwilling to disturb the tranquility of the moment.

Six-star medical operator, Nightingale.

Ore sickness, amnesia, paralysis of the lower limbs... She is the operator with the worst physical condition among all the operators.

Camilla had originally expected to see Isfir, or perhaps himself, but Nightingale's appearance was completely unexpected.

She shouldn't be the one sitting here. How could a weak person like her be capable of such a great feat of creation?

Then, it can only be driven by external forces.

The biggest suspect is actually himself!

Camilla couldn't help but wonder, are these gods that exist in mythology the fantasies of his hallucinations or real lives that once existed?

If it's the latter... then he's trying to steal the power of the gods and give it to his operators!?

Has he succeeded yet?!

The figures of Surtel and the other two appeared in Camilla's mind. Whether it was stealing the power of the gods or other means he had planned in the past, he definitely had one or two results that could be called successful!

Amidst all kinds of chaotic thoughts, Camilla walked to the throne and quietly looked at the nightingale, who was like a quiet sleeping beauty.

She wore a white hat specially designed to allow her curled horns to extend out, a white dress with many black straps, and a translucent off-shoulder jacket. Between the light folds of the dress, her smooth legs showed a beautiful luster and curves, and were only covered by white boots after passing the knees.

The pitch-black staff lay quietly beside her, and the lantern tied to the top emitted a faint ice-blue light.

Camilla leaned over slightly and reached out to gently stroke her soft cheek, a faint warmth coming through her skin.

In the world of illusion, she is real and nothing will go unnoticed whether it is a caress, a kiss or a hug.

"Liz..."

He called out softly, but received no response.

So he gently picked her up and walked out of the palace.

A strange feeling was brewing in his heart, which made him give up using the disaster seed and leave quickly.

The highest sky outside the palace is closest to the sun. There are no clouds in the sky, and the bright light shines directly down, making the dazzling colors of all things become somewhat distorted.

Camilla stood in this distorted scene, gazing at the cloud shadows and sky light, and at the countless living beings below.

The myriad thoughts in his mind rose and fell like the tides, yet he felt the calmness and perseverance of the ocean.

At this moment, a strange throbbing whispered to him.

It was enough, it was time, the key to the past was in his hands.

Let him rewrite the past and regain everything he has.

The sublimation of the heart is right before your eyes!

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Chapter 426: Blade Master Tower is not afraid of the future

Arriving at this point, Camilla did not feel any joy in her heart. This was just inevitable and a natural outcome.

He was not in a hurry to face the hurdle of spiritual sublimation. Before finding Isfiel's trace, advancing rashly would only lead to unpredictable dangers.

Perhaps, Isfir does not exist here in a physical form, but as a concept.

Chimera herself can be transformed into the concept of desire that she controls, and continue in this illusory state.

Strong people at the Soul Breaking level should all have similar abilities. The only difference is the scope of this ability. Weaker ones can affect one world, while stronger ones may affect seven or eight worlds. As for Camilla himself... wherever the platinum glow of the disaster seed reaches, he can exist in a purely conceptual form.

This state would bring a huge burden to the mind of a being at the Soul-Breaking Level. If one is not careful, he would be assimilated by the world, which is quite dangerous. But for Isfiel, this danger is just a breeze.

If this is really the case, Camilla really has no way to deal with her.

He can destroy the world, distort and reshape everything in it, but that has to be the normal world. This is his illusion world, a fantasy rooted in his mind!

Messing around here is like messing around with a scalpel in your brain.

Camilla thought about it carefully and felt that Isfir might not be here at all, but deeper in his heart.

His indescribable mind is like a bottomless abyss, containing countless things.

All kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind, and Camilla once again used the Seed of Disaster, allowing his consciousness to quickly sweep across the entire upper three realms and analyze all the gods.

There is nothing worth paying special attention to, they are all just gods in mythology. The powerful ones like Ihsari, the eldest son of God, may be able to match Black Sun, but they can only be killed with a flick of the wrist.

Camilla's attention returned to Nightingale, and she looked down at the soft body in her arms.

He originally wanted to kill the God of Creation first and stop the invasion of the gods, but how should he proceed in the current situation?

Kill Bartras, Ihrissa and other gods with a backhand?

There are clearly enemies, but when I draw my sword and look around, there is no one to kill. This feeling is a bit uncomfortable.

However, the gain of Nightingale, plus a glimpse of some of his own past operations, was a lot of gains, so Camilla didn't care too much.

With Nightingale, he quickly returned to the Pillar of Life Cathedral and returned to Surtel and the other two.

Surtel and the other two were facing each other in silence, hesitating whether to make some decisions. They didn't expect that Camilla would come back so soon.

The three people's eyes immediately fell on the nightingale held by Camilla.

"Doctor, you rushed out like that just for this?"

Surtel asked with some dissatisfaction.

Quill nodded in agreement, looking rather irritated.

No matter what you think in your heart, you must show this attitude.

Ling was calm, looking at Nightingale carefully without saying anything.

Camilla casually materialized a wheelchair, placed Nightingale on it, and then replied.

“It was just a bonus.”

He looked into Surtel's beautiful lavender eyes, because through them he saw the endless flames rising, which was the power she possessed but had never expressed.

How did she, known as the Sword Rack and the Levatin Launcher, acquire such power? Can she truly reach eternity on her own?

He gradually became dazed.

Granting power is easy, but the difficult part is controlling that power and having an eternal and unbroken heart. However, he must have a way to bypass the barrier that blocks the countless lives, so that his operators can achieve spiritual immortality without any hardships!

Because... the other side of fusion is dissociation.

As soon as he thought of this, Camilla suddenly felt some cracks opening up, and a faint black light emerged from his body, cutting him into pieces like broken glass.

At this moment, crazy thoughts and unprecedented extreme pain began to rise, surging from the deepest part of the soul!

Just like an iceberg hidden deep under the sea, it emerges after the sea water recedes!

In an instant, Camilla understood another reason for his madness!

His reason is a fragile castle made of sand. How can it withstand the madness in his heart that is as deep and violent as the sea?

He is a mad god!!!

The other him simply moved his hands away from his eyes. Rationality was only a flash in the pan for him!

Just as he was sliding towards the abyss of madness, a platinum glow lit up, healing all the cracks in his body and erasing his unnecessary cognition and memories.

The evil seed spontaneously prevents all factors that are unfavorable to him.

The changes happened so quickly that Camilla couldn't even utter a scream and just stood there in confusion.

The next second, he suddenly fell into an extremely warm and soft embrace.

Ling hugged him gently, and the familiar body fragrance and warmth made him feel a little at ease.

"Doctor, don't chase after the not-so-wonderful past."

She spoke softly in his ear.

Surtel and Quill also came forward, either holding his hands or hugging him, trying to give him some comfort.

Camilla was silent, lost in thought, like a clay sculpture or wooden carving.

After a long while, he spoke.

"I must face it."

The voice was low but firm.