bookcurios Chapter 1253 The final trump card
Chapter 1253 The final trump card
The god of death, Yukkiel, suddenly raised his arms and pushed the shroud of the creator god upwards.
A mottled, bloodstained white cloth floated in the air. The entire cathedral was suddenly enveloped by an illusory sky that seemed to encompass every color and possibility in the world.
As the most advanced divine weapon, the higher the level, the more powerful it can be. The effect of using it at the Old Ones level is much stronger than using it at the True God level. Not only Zhou Ning, but even the players and Jasmine and Leonardo who are waiting outside the church can sense that this church seems to be isolated by time and space.
Immediately afterwards, the third-generation Dragon God Punidem, who was covered in wounds and had golden divine blood flowing in his belly, disappeared first. Then the Blue-Eyed Light Dragon turned into a point of light and disintegrated on the spot.
Then came One Punch Man who was still swinging his fists, Kratos who was slashing wildly at Edgeworth also let out an unwilling roar, and finally Nezha who was still in the form of three heads and six arms. The powerful selves of the three parallel worlds dissipated in the ripples of time in an instant.
Although the user is Yukkiel, in a sense, the Shroud of the Creator is absolutely fair, and both the enemy and the friend are isolated in independent time and space.
This sudden scene shocked everyone's eyes. Wayne Stewell, who originally had a clear advantage and was outnumbered, suddenly became a lone warrior. Was he going to challenge the three old friends on his own?
In Zhou Ning's inventory, subtitles popped up on the pages of the small, tattered book:
"In the realm of destiny, artifacts and gods above the level of True Gods are often external factors. Now my master's win rate has dropped to 31% (if he doesn't have an artifact and can't use super-specification abilities)."
"A great righteous god is watching this place. I cannot reveal His name. Based on the good relationship between Him and my master and the covenant we have just concluded, there is a 41.7% chance that He will break through the shroud of the Creator God and enter the inner space."
"At the same time, two summoned creatures haven't fully returned. They're fighting against time, with a 34.6% and 43.2% chance of overcoming the Shroud's temporal and spatial suppression, respectively. Where did these ruthless individuals come from?"
"This isn't manipulation or coincidence. It's based on the statistical probability I've observed from 7320 paths of destiny. I've only created a slight bias (holds head high), so it's quite logical. This is the final contribution of this loyal little book (with a skull and crossbones)."
The little broken book drew its last full stop quite wearily. Its surface had turned gray and completely dull.
At the same time, the God of Creation just created by Edgeworth opened his arms, slowly floated into the air, with a look of compassion in his eyes.
Just like before, the sun gradually rose above him. Illusory land, mountains, and oceans appeared around him, making him appear as if he were looking down upon everything.
At the level of the Old Ones, the power of creation could already reach deities with existing self-awareness! While their level couldn't surpass that of a true god, it was already powerful enough. (This isn't a setting, haha. It's mentioned in Chapter 1207, during the conversation between Guarani and the Life Spirit Goddess. The plot mentioned in the simulator also serves to guide this final battle. In fact, as I've written so far, I've designed each boss as a gatekeeper boss in a large-scale online game, with all the scenes and everything, to at least create a sense of pressure. As a result, there's often too much foreshadowing, which can be a bit dragged out. I personally feel this is one of the reasons for the poor performance. I'll try to change this after writing this final volume, with this decisive battle, so that it has a coherent beginning and an end.)
The three old faces showed the same smile, even the seriously injured Edgeworth showed the same smile on his face, and also opened his arms. In the flash of black light, layers of gorgeous wings stretched out from their backs at the same time, flapping gently, stirring up gusts of wind.
"So now, Wayne Stewell, are you ready for the final battle for power? As the Book of Knowledge and Wisdom just said in its voiceover, the winner takes all, and the loser loses everything. You and I have no choice."
"The Creator God's Kingdom beckons you. Do you know the Last Supper? This is a legendary myth that took me 3333 inspirations to create. This is the perfect burial place I've chosen for you, my good rival."
"Welcome to the world of horror stories."
Immediately afterwards, the sky and the earth collapsed, the earth cracked, the sun, moon and stars surrounded, and a violent wind raged. One after another, illusory stone pillars rose upwards, followed by towering stairs with steaming clouds. Under the stunned gaze of all the players, the surrounding scene changed drastically in just an instant.
They were already inside a majestic and magnificent palace, with holy light as the main color.
In front of him was a long square dining table, on which were ornate plates with mysterious symbols engraved on them, filled with a variety of gigantic and sumptuous foods. The God of Creation was sitting at the top of the table, with thirteen gods sitting on either side, six on the left and seven on the right.
The sun goddess, the elf goddess, and a strange elf woman whom Zhou Ning had seen before sat at seats one, two, and three on the left; the god of knowledge and wisdom, the god of war, the god of death, and the god of craftsmen and alchemy sat at seats one, two, five, and six on the right respectively.
At this moment, all these powerful righteous gods looked at Zhou Ning with calm eyes, giving people a feeling that was both sacred and absurd.
It may sound a bit complicated, but at this moment there are only a few seconds left before the shroud blockade is released. During this process, Zhou Ning held his hat with his left hand, calmly observing everything around him, while his left hand was grasping something in the void.
Then, everyone's mind once again heard a dull voiceover. From Yukkiel's words just now, it could be known that it was the Book of Knowledge and Wisdom that was speaking:
"This is the final battle for power, and both sides are risking everything they have. I'm looking forward to seeing the final outcome."
"The story that follows is a genuine legendary myth, a myth that carries so much grandeur that even the great God of Knowledge and Wisdom, a divine reader, couldn't perfectly recreate it. The characters here lack self-awareness; it's just an empty shell operating under the guise of a setting. But that doesn't matter. Simplicity has its advantages. Guarani used 3333 inspirations to modify the plot, blending in several other stories to make this one run smoothly. This is his final trump card."
"This is a timeline before humans appeared. When a mortal and a never-before-seen deity suddenly appeared at the table of the gods, there was only one answer: the other party was an Outer God from beyond the apocalypse."
"This is a carefully planned story. When the enemy is thirteen righteous gods, no, ten righteous gods and four of the Old Ones, even if Wayne Stewell is truly the Chosen God, can he still win in such a situation?"
"Then, as an Outer God from outside the apocalypse, can the ambitious evil god Wayne Stewell survive? This is unfair, but there is nothing we can do about it. This is a war for power!"
At this time, the players were all panicking, but Zhou Ning remained calm. He looked at the three Yukkiel players with smiles on their faces and wondered:
"What makes you so happy?"
The next second, he raised his right hand, and in his hand appeared an ancient and heavy bronze bell, which looked mottled and weathered.
As it swayed gently, a huge sound like a huge bell was emitted.
"clang!"