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"We both know very well that this is impossible."
Karl said calmly.
"But he hasn't shown his face for tens of thousands of years, so who knows if he's dead or what."
"What you just said about the Lord of All Gods descending to Earth is just one side of the story."
Pan Zhen shook his head.
He looked at Karl with an all-knowing look in his eyes.
"Karl, you're still as arrogant and confident as ever."
"All the data is in my divine Reina's bioengine."
"You can send your men to investigate."
"He once descended to Earth and served as an instructor for the Super Soldier Corps."
After he finished speaking, Karl fell completely silent.
His thought process, or rather, his data flow.
In that instant, everything reversed, returning to the turbulent sea a thousand years ago.
He clearly remembers that after he thoroughly studied how the spacetime wormhole worked, he traveled through it for the first time.
He discovered that time and space had become disordered.
In the original history, the three kings only exiled Hua Ye, but on that occasion, they decided to kill him.
This could trigger an unpredictable spacetime collapse.
He had to stop it.
He traveled back in time, to more than 20,000 years ago.
They prevented the three kings from killing Hua Ye.
Then he saw Liang Bing when she was young. In her eyes then, there was no madness that would later develop, only curiosity and admiration for a man.
Just as he was about to have a friendly exchange with Liang Bing about spacetime theory.
The man appeared.
Even the big clock didn't give any warning.
He appeared out of thin air, as if he had always been standing there.
A god who exists only in the oldest legends of the Angel Civilization.
Karl thought that with the illusionary body he had developed, even if he couldn't win, he could at least put up a fight.
But the man didn't even look at him directly.
He simply raised his hand.
Endless black mist surged from behind him, within which countless souls struggled in agony and wailed.
"To bind spirits and dispatch generals."
He uttered those four words softly.
At that instant, the clock emitted an extremely piercing alarm.
[Warning! Unknown causal weapon detected!]
[This is robbing the target of the concept of existence!]
[Unable to be parsed! Unable to be defended against! Unavoidable!]
[Immediate evacuation recommended!]
Karl still vividly remembers the chilling feeling that came from the erasure of existence itself.
If he hadn't acted decisively and used a portion of the illusory body's data as bait, he probably would have already become one of those people in the black mist.
A full thousand years have passed since I ran back that day.
Karl began to study the pantheon of gods with fervor.
However, he discovered that there were only a few words about this existence in history.
He seemed to belong to another world, as if he had sprung out of a crack in a rock.
The more Karl studied it, the more convinced he became of this.
So he turned his attention to a deeper realm.
He began to suspect that the Lord of All Gods might not even be a product of this universe.
He came from the void.
An entity that appeared out of nowhere and saved the universe.
It is precisely because of his profound study of the Lord of Gods and the Void.
That's how he was able to surpass the entire era by a large margin, and even surpass the angel civilization on a theoretical level.
But he keeps a low profile.
Because he only wanted to continue his research, he had long lost interest in mundane fighting and killing.
My thoughts drifted away from the long river of a thousand years.
Looking at Pan Zhen in front of him, Karl regained control of his body.
Even if he does show up, what does it have to do with me?
Upon hearing this, Pan Zhen finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Karl, you're really good at pretending, aren't you?"
Is it so hard to admit that you are interested in the Lord of the Gods, and that you think he is more powerful than you?
Karl's cloak twitched slightly, as if he were shaking his head.
"Whether someone is powerful or not, you'll only know after you've fought them."
A sudden sound rang out from the shadows not far away.
The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly reached Karl and Pan Zhen's ears.
It pierced through the eternal tranquility of the Death Academy, bringing a touch of earthly warmth.
The two of them looked toward the source of the sound at the same time.
A figure slowly emerged from the shadows.
He was dressed in simple casual clothes, with black hair and black eyes, a handsome face, and a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.
He walked over step by step, leisurely, as if he were strolling in his own backyard.
Pan Zhen's perpetually unchanging expression changed drastically the moment he saw who it was.
He jumped up from his seat with such speed that the gust of wind he created caused Karl's cloak to flutter.
His eyes widened, and for the first time, shock appeared in those eyes that burned like stars.
Carl, however, did not stand up.
Because he was already unable to move.
Every piece of data that constitutes his phantom body screamed wildly at this moment, conveying the same message.
However, his body was firmly imprisoned in place by an invisible force, unable even to transform into a data stream.
The clock tower was deathly silent.
It felt as if the power had been cut off.
The visitor walked to the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down casually.
He didn't look at Pan Zhen, but instead focused his gaze on Karl.
"Then I'm here."
Chapter 129 How to get there? Just go!
Inside the Death Academy.
That casual "Then I'm here" was like a pebble thrown into a still lake.
What was stirred up was not ripples, but towering waves powerful enough to overturn the entire lake.
The concepts of time and space become blurred at this moment.
The shadow beneath Karl's cloak froze completely.
Every piece of data, every string of code that constitutes his illusion is frantically issuing the highest level of alarms.
It was a fear stemming from the impending erasure of existence itself, a scream from the very foundation of logic.
It is the most accurate reminder in the database that exists from those who have experienced this man's methods.
However, his body felt as if it had been filled with millions of tons of cement, nailed firmly to the seat, unable to move even a fraction of an inch.
His prized divine body, with its ability to transform into a data stream and travel to any corner of the universe at will, became completely ineffective at this moment.
The clock tower was deathly silent.
It was as if an invisible hand had forcefully cut off the power.
On the other side, Pan Zhen's face, etched with the marks of a thousand years of hardship, displayed an expression of "dramatic change" for the first time.
He suddenly stood up from his seat.
The movement was so swift that the resulting gust of wind even stirred Karl's motionless cloak.
His eyes, which were like burning stars, were wide open at this moment, churning with an unbelievable and turbulent emotion.
He looks exactly like the man who served as an instructor in the Super Soldier Corps in the video footage that my goddess Lena sent back back.
Information is not completely blocked among the most advanced civilizations in the universe.
They all knew that the Angelic Civilization had a supreme god of faith, but this god had not appeared for tens of thousands of years and had become a legend.