NABC Chapter 313 What exactly do you want to do?
Chapter 313 What exactly do you want to do?
The battle continues.
Three people, three greatswords, were frantically scraping the flesh and skin of the monster in front of them, as if they were slicing a giant squid into sashimi.
Flesh and skin—those filthy, decaying, and repulsive bodies that are the very components of its concept—have always been things that mortals would avoid at all costs.
If even a small piece were to fall on any world, it could cause the collapse of an entire civilization, triggering a chain reaction throughout the universe, like dominoes falling one after another.
But here, it's just a small piece of the opponent's body that Hanlu takes away with each swing of her sword.
He actually stuffed every piece of flesh that was cut off into his imaginary space, and then passed it on to another universe—the two "giant onions" that were still fighting.
Puni and Sorenson both felt their strength increase, but they naively thought that their friends or superiors had given them extra support. So these two "big onions" who still knew nothing continued to fight!
"Puni—you can't beat me—!"
"Go to hell, you scum of the elves!"
Sometimes, living in a fog of fantasy seems quite nice.
Hanlu watched the two beams of light locked in combat, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.
However, there was no other way. Hanlu, who always believed in ganging up on those of the same level, was still quite humane when she had enough cards on her side and did not want some weak individuals to get involved in this battle.
After all, this wasn't a fight anymore—it was a crushing defeat.
It's impossible for the Eye Demon to fight three people of the same level.
Whether it's the disciples' unreasonable power aggregation or the sword in the stone left behind by the god of magic in Saber's hand, they are almost like absolute bugs in their respective fields.
The only way to defeat a bug is to do it in an even more buggy way.
However, the conceptual pollution brought about by Cthulhu seems to have no effect here.
Group attacks might be effective, but they can only be used against people weaker than yourself.
Everyone remained silent, not uttering a word.
Everyone had many feelings in their hearts, but no one could utter a complete sentence.
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Then, a little girl in a purple cube jumped into the battlefield.
Ganata.
The girl, with her distinctly Japanese anime style, opened her abyssal maw—the opening was beyond human comprehension, like a bottomless black hole, like a gate to nothingness—instantly swallowing up countless cancerous cosmic armies that were trying to contend with her, and then vanishing without a trace.
She smacked her lips, let out a small burp, and then tilted her head to look at the battlefield in the distance, as if to check if there were any leftovers.
All the gods were stunned for a moment.
They all turned their heads in unison to look at the planet devourer, who stood among the creator gods and was equally bewildered, and then at Galactus—the similar purple helmet, the similar outer garment, and the similar devouring ability.
"...He is indeed my descendant." The planet devourer's voice echoed in the void, low and slow, as if stating a fact that even he himself was not entirely sure of, "Perhaps it was an individual."
He is an immigrant who survived from the previous universe, and is already considered an old man.
Many of his feelings weren't actually that strong, but when he saw that girl, he still felt a blood connection to her.
Even though they weren't from the same world, after Ganata displayed such terrifying power at this moment—if the other party really wanted to call him "father," well, he might actually have to acknowledge it.
Of course, this is on the premise that the other party is willing to call him "Dad".
But if we're talking about "filial piety and parental love," then let's forget about it.
After all, not long ago, Yongheng had raised a son named Shenfu, and this Shenfu wanted to take over his father's... In the end, it was only thanks to Planet Eater using the Reality Modifier that they were able to kill the opponent.
Damn it, what a rebellious son!
With this precedent in mind, everyone took a second look at Planet Eater—could this be another case of "filial piety between father and daughter"?
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Of course, what they think is their business.
With the intervention of Ganata, her exaggerated devouring ability irrationally swallowed all concepts of Cthulhu's existence—whether physical stones, invisible pollution, or even the space itself that had been corrupted by the Eye Demon for millions of years, she chewed, swallowed, and absorbed them all bit by bit.
The devouring power originating from the abyss is driving the power of the phoenix and the power of chaos, continuing to devour everything in its path.
Her soul lamp flickered with a mixture of gold and red, and even emitted an eerie glow as she danced.
The transcendent power that had already been swallowed seemed to be surfacing again.
The aura of Ganata was rapidly accumulating.
Her hair was flowing, her eyes were shining, and layers of energy armor began to condense around her body—not worn, but growing from within, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, like a flower blooming.
In stark contrast, the Eye Demon's aura was increasingly listless and dispirited.
Its enormous octopus-like body was riddled with holes, and green, glowing blood floated in the void like irregular pieces of jade.
Most of its tentacles had been cut off, and the remaining ones hung limply, like vines ravaged by a storm.
Its breathing became increasingly rapid and heavy, with each breath releasing a large amount of conceptual power from the wound, dissipating into the void and never to be retrieved.
Gradually, the eye demon began to feel afraid.
It knew it might not be able to outmaneuver the bastards in front of it.
damn it-
They have no sense of chivalry at all, they just start a gang fight right away. "Slap slap" Two big fists hit their own faces, how are they supposed to take that?
Three people wielding greatswords—do you know how terrifying that is?
Its countless eyes all looked at Hanlu—the man standing at the very back, his hands behind his back, who had never actually made a move.
His expression was as calm as if he were watching a performance that had nothing to do with him, with a faint, chilling smile on his lips.
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Finally, Hanlu seemed to have discovered the other person's fear and dread.
He deliberately created a flaw.
The Eye Demon seized the opportunity.
It abruptly bypassed Hanlu, which appeared to be the most powerful yet also the "weakest" creature in front of it—not to attack, but to flee.
Its body contracted rapidly, and its remaining tentacles pushed off the air, launching its main body away.
It swung its palm, tearing open space, and leaped directly out of the gap in the entire multiverse, rushing towards the depths of chaos.
The enormous octopus figure grew smaller and smaller in the void, becoming increasingly blurry, until it finally transformed into an almost invisible point of light.
Before leaving, it didn't forget to turn back and let out a final roar.
"I will definitely come back—you just wait—!!"
The sound echoed in the void for a long time, like a stone thrown into a deep pool, the ripples spreading outwards, growing weaker and weaker, farther and farther away, until finally disappearing into the endless darkness.
Hanlu and his team did not continue the pursuit.
He seemed completely unconcerned about whether the Beholder was alive or dead. He simply stared at the octopus in the distance that he had chopped into a "sea urchin"—with a wave of his hand, dozens of solidified concepts from Cthulhu were peeled off, pulled out of the Beholder's body like thorns, and then stuffed into his imaginary space.
The other person is still alive.
It still maintains the multiverse level, but that might only be considered a multiverse level that will fall into disrepute in the future—like a rusty sword that, although still in shape, can no longer cut anything.
Conversely, when one is thrown into chaos, it may also be an excellent opportunity to escape.
After all, no one would want to search for an enemy that is powerless to resist in a ruin made up of countless cosmic debris where there is no life, no space, no time.
But regardless, it was precisely because of the other party's escape—
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Hanlu stretches out one hand.
Without even looking, he spread his five fingers, palms facing the cancerous universe behind him, which had been eroded by the Eye Demon for countless years.
An invisible force surged from his palm, spreading in all directions like a tide.
Wherever that power went, space began to heal, time began to rewind, and those polluted concepts began to be stripped away, purified, and restored.
In the void of the cancerous universe, the rotten, decaying, cancer-like substances begin to peel away layer by layer, revealing a brand-new, healthy, and vibrant space beneath.
The entire universe is recovering at a dizzying speed.
As time reversed, the avatar of the Goddess of Death also began to rewind.
Those particles that had been crushed by the Eye Demon, dissipated into the void, and no longer existed began to coalesce anew.
First came the skeleton, then the flesh, then the skin, and then the consciousness. The avatar of the Goddess of Death looked in astonishment at its intact body, touched its face, and then looked down at its hands.
She felt a connection with her original self, a feeling that had been severed for a long time, like a kite with a broken string being reconnected.
She raised her head and looked at the majestic deity before her.
No—not a god, but the god of civilization. The man who even her true form feared.
"What exactly are you…" Her voice was hoarse and weak, like a traveler who had walked too long in the desert finally finding water, "What do you want to do?"
Her eyes were full of confusion and bewilderment.
In the surrounding void, the gods hidden in the crevices of various dimensions were also waiting for this answer.
Some of them frowned, some squinted, and some were expressionless, but their gazes were all focused on Hanlu.
Hanlu did not answer immediately.
He simply withdrew his arms, put his hands back behind his back, and looked up at the universe he had personally repaired.
Starlight shimmered in his pupils, like shattered diamonds scattered into a deep pool.
The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
That smile contained composure, certainty, and something else that no one could truly understand.
In the distant void, the figure of the "sea urchin" octopus had completely disappeared into the depths of chaos.
The disciple sheathed his twin swords, Saber sheathed her lightsaber, and Galactus let out a burp and patted her stomach.
Adam stood there quietly, watching Hanlu's retreating figure.
Bob scratched his head, looking completely bewildered.
All of this seemed to have come to a temporary end. But everyone knew that this was just the beginning.