Chapter 584
Karakalis no longer had the time to care about Killer J, as the entire world's new Rule of Progress had just broken free from its control.
The world was then engulfed in flames.
Karakalis' mud-like body scattered, turning into countless microscopic life forms that melted into the world, fighting against Negri for control of the world, only to find that the world had become unfamiliar.
Everything was changing, even the world itself, which was extremely unwilling to return to Karakalis' control.
A consciousness was even slowly emerging from the world to reject Karakalis, viewing it as an enemy, an enemy that hindered the world's progress.
This consciousness was slowly growing stronger, absorbing nutrients to grow, while Karakalis' control over the world was also rapidly decreasing.
After arriving in this world ten thousand years ago, it had already replaced the world's consciousness and modified it from the inside out. It could even be said that this world was its second body. So why was the world rejecting it now?
Karakalis was panicking. It tried to control the world and calm it down, but it was all to no avail. Instead, an even greater amount of information flowed into its buffer zone of consciousness, attacking its consciousness.
All sorts of complicated information was changing, causing Karakalis to hesitate whether or not it should seal off its own consciousness zone.
That way, it wouldn't be affected by external disturbances, but its perception of the changes in the outside world would also be greatly weakened, which was equivalent to drinking poison to quench thirst.
But if it didn't seal off its consciousness zone, the more and more information it received would affect its logical thinking.
『This can't go on, I'll die at this rate』 Karakalis was becoming more and more aware of this fact. Negri was too terrifying.
It no longer hoped for a chance of survival, but instead turned to preserving the possibility of resurrection.
The world itself seemed to have turned into a world of tiny worms, everything was twisting and collapsing under the flames. The world let out a carefree sound, desperately sucking the nutrients from Karakalis' body.
There was also his group of children, most of whom were in a carnival, ready to obtain better resources from his death and advance further.
The presence of death kept attacking Karakalis, causing it to use all of its energy to search for a way to preserve the possibility of resurrection.
All sorts of plans were being formed, only to be rejected. The more it came into contact with Negri, the more it realized how terrifying he was. The pressure that could disintegrate one's resistance from every aspect was now slowly destroying its ability to see through everything.
The flame known as Negri was constantly burning its everything, causing Karakalis to feel despair.
"No, I can't give up. I still have hope." Karakalis seemed to be in despair, exploding the last of his talents and coming up with a final plan.
"Just like Negri, I will shatter my own path and use my dying body as a breeding ground. With the Truth of Life in my path as the core, I will nurture and carry a micro-living body, using it as a new life. This way, I will be able to escape Negri's attacks and break through the restrictions of the God of Life. Although I will not be able to draw out new truths like Negri, I will still have a brighter future on the path of life."
The microscopic lifeforms scattered all over the world were abandoned, and the rest gathered together once again, turning into a mass of pitch-black sludge within the world.
Something was being nurtured within the mud. Karakalis had entrusted his future and life to this thing that was being nurtured. The flames burned what was left of his body, causing his consciousness to become chaotic.
All of a sudden, Karakalis saw a person standing in front of Killer J. He simply stood there, making it hard to imagine that the flames that were madly burning around him came from him.
Grant woke up from his coma. Everything that had happened during this period of time had completely shattered his worldview. The sudden appearance of the pitch-black sludge had almost destroyed his rationality, but there seemed to be a cluster of flames that managed to barely maintain his rationality. Coupled with his own willpower, he managed to keep himself from going completely insane.
He was currently in a car that was parked quite a distance away from the Black Mirror Lake, where the so-called director of [Myth] D.E.R. Sampson was currently observing through a pair of binoculars.
Sampson's condition seemed to be a bit off. His entire body was trembling, his face was flushed, but his lips were pale. Large beads of sweat were constantly dripping down his face, while his hands were trembling as he recorded something.
It was only now that Grant saw several syringes inserted into Sampson's thigh.
Most of the agents had died during Karakalis' attack on Killer J. Even if they weren't affected, they had gone insane from looking straight at God.
Sampson was one of the few who sensed that something wasn't right and immediately sealed off his senses, then retreated to a certain distance with some survivors.
And because of something that had happened before, he brought Grant along with him.
Grant shook his head, feeling that something extremely familiar was attracting him to the front. He couldn't help but pick up another pair of binoculars hanging on the car and looked towards the side of the Black Mirror Lake.
His gaze first fell on the man standing in front of the burning sludge, the name that he had heard in his childhood became extremely clear at this moment.
"Negri!!"
A gigantic crystal mountain rose from afar as a gigantic multi-eyed lizard came down from it, arrived behind Negri, and knelt behind him, its hundreds of pairs of eyes were filled with indescribable fanaticism.
"The First Born, the God of Black Death, Tolitos" Sampson's voice was extremely hoarse, as if he was introducing him to Grant, but also as if he was sighing about something.
A soft mud monster that looked extremely similar to the black sludge was waving its gray tentacles as it wriggled all the way over, and also silently stood behind Negri. It was looking at Karakalis who was about to fall into death with an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
"The Third Son, the God of Corruption, Tarmikra."
More and more Evil Gods were gathering, and no matter how brutal and insane these Evil Gods were in human legends, they could only silently wait behind Negri, watching as their father was slowly brought to death by the flames.
Naturally, most of the Evil Gods were overjoyed to see that their father was about to die, while some of them didn't even want to see their father being burned to death. Instead, they were looking at Negri with extreme fanaticism, and if it wasn't for the fact that the timing wasn't right, they would have already sworn their loyalty to him.
Karakalis didn't care about the children who had betrayed him, he had his own plan in mind. Once the newborn was born, he would bring it to the Sand World that he secretly controlled, possess the body of the Protagonist who was about to be born in that world, and use the power of the world's fate to accelerate his growth.
"My new life!" Karakalis used the last of his remaining power to blow up his body in the Flame of the Soul, while trying to hide the newborn within the explosion and send it to another world.
This was the path of the newborn that he controlled, and Negri didn't know that he had an eighty percent chance of sending his newborn away.
But when his consciousness entered the new body as his old body died, a consciousness of resistance resisted him.
In fear, Karakalis learned the identity of this consciousness.
The final creation born in the flames, the Son of God, Noli.
At this moment, he was passionately praying: "Praise be to the Dragon of Eternal Sin, the Lord of Calamity, the Forerunner, the Gradually Approaching Land of Eternal Peace, the One Who Lives Deep in the Soul, the Flame of the Soul, the Supreme God of Progress, the Great Lord Negary!!!
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