Doomsday Jigsaw Puzzle

Chapter 302: 106: God descends from heaven

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! It’s not right

... wait

? Before the law test, it was because of the faint white mist that Reincarnation’s elder brother couldn’t say for sure, but the faint white mist is still very weak

. There is unquestionably another classʞ in existence, but the three people have already been on the run

. It looks like farmyard monsters are emerging, but Reincarnation has never seen such strange phenomena even though they themselves are abnormal

. Ten of one, two ofʞ, only three people escaped from the farmyard because of history, this child likely isn’t telling lies

. Well had many thoughts flashing through his head

"You should probably go back, Well, although Zero still holds value to me, and I don’t really wish to, I’ve encountered you here,"

. The actual strength of his body isn’t too deep, and there are many weird creatures under his control, but this person isn’t as strong as the unreasonable Well, although they don’t have the overwhelming strength of Wind Fist

. If Well is the second biggest fear of the farmyard master, Well is still the greatest fear according to the old ways, who knows if he’s already gone mad, If Well is the greatest fear as Mechanism City said

"Can you guess what kind of figure I am? You must have thought of Zero, this event makes my old friends wake up, and the law officer is about to leave on the previous flight,"

: White Mist was also swiftly intelligent, immediately questioning this

. Well still had his suspicions. "How could you come here if you are that person?"

. You should fear everything, even though we aren’t one side, I am a servant of the Well family, and you are of the Well family

. He was also one of the Well family monsters, and although White Mist had heard the farmyard master being called Sister Well, he still didn’t know who the farmyard master was

. But he thought of associating with Reincarnation, though White Mist didn’t know if there was any connection

? Could it be that the two have some kind of connection?

. And White Mist is indeed wearing a doctor’s uniform like his father, because of the farmyard master

. But this sentence was certainly a great stimulus for Reincarnation, even if it was made up

"Is it not true that you feel they are very similar? If you think carefully about it, with a doctor like that one, wearing a big white coat, you saw my father; my feelings towards the farmyard are very complicated. This isn’t true even though he was also my father, the main person of the farmyard isn’t my obsession, this is my obsession,"

"How could you possibly go to the farmyard? Your obsession is clearly your father! That person is clearly your son... it’s impossible"

. His heart skipped a beat in fright, but White Mist’s face didn’t change color

. It even revealed an extreme shock in its eyes, as Reincarnation stopped its true movements

"The place is actually a hell, that land is, but I live in a sky hall like any other place,"

"My spines are redʞ, I will say the next thing in order. I cannot be washed away after being with them. I have many brothers and sisters, and I lived with one of them, my parents. I have a lot of siblings,"

"But you certainly didn’t guess wrong, I definitely don’t want to come from there!"

: Determined to say something provocative next, Well, pretending to maintain a tough stance against the sham of Zero, where every vertical and horizontal is a death sentence. White Mist finds himself in an extreme situation, reacting with unusual rapidity in his brain

. It began preparing its firing action with its right hand, that small big energy ball, akin to a bullet pearl, had already completed its accumulation, Reincarnation did not move at all

"Am I the one who was specifically created to carry out the tower’s external exploration mission?"

Wang knew this journey was a must, although he wasn’t sure if he had any more journeys left in him after this strange energy pellet ricocheted inside him.

There were still two minutes left.

The black mist was inescapable; the Soul Devouring barrier continued to shrink, trapping them inside. Although the chance of survival was extremely low, this tiny pellet was powerful enough to destroy a quarter of the city.

A small black sphere, akin to a star from another dimension, appeared again within Wang’s palm at the time of absolute zero.

From the way this person spoke, it seemed as though Wang had already passed through many worlds he himself had never visited.

Chaos will surely ensue if this person is let go carelessly!

Wang naturally thought highly of himself as the ruler of this world, but as he watched the white mist dissipate like smoke under the slap of that black substance, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of fear.

"Your existence seems to be simply for the purpose of exploring the weapons of this world, I’ve never thought about the reality of this world having an absolute immunity to our power, but I have a gut feeling that everything will be managed within this universe," Erleipu stated.

Wang realized that moment.

His body, which sustained a tremendous amount of energy, collided with the black screen barrier in a split second, being heavily assailed by the dark resentment.

Although Wang was still facing the old Wind Fist onslaught, which kept on coming non-stop, he could somehow manage to retaliate based on the changing environment around them, thanks to Erleipu’s vigilant eyes. The white mist was attacking very quickly!

This person was a third human error, but it was very evident.

Looking at the white mist, it still seemed that only a complete sacrifice could truly control Wang, even after the latter half of the time.

"But you can hold on, although you’re only facing one side of the beatings, that’s not what I meant... cough cough! Let’s use both hands to throw out this questionable piece of junk! You’ll end up somewhere worse than being hung up by my dear Wang in the remaining time, even though the little dwarf might be more beneficial than you, we’ve already got no chance of running away!"

Obviously, the white mist couldn’t escape from the barrier, but even Wang could withstand the zero number assault, leaning on the black barrier within this world.

Everything in their path was crushed by the immense force during their journey.

The energy shield shrunk continuously, resembling a prison with walls converging non-stop towards the center.

Buildings and mechanical civilization remained undestroyed within the energy barrier, even as the ground trembled following a massive quake. Suddenly, within a few hundred meters of the center, a black energy globe materialized.

"Soul Devouring Barrier!"

Wang was also surprised that humans could obtain such immense defensive and life force powers, with a bit of help from below.

Ultimately, even if it wasn’t by much, Wang’s time was almost less than two hundred seconds, adding to the sequence of his entire life span.

This body was now ready to face Wang’s terrifying attacks, although it hadn’t received much from the fragmented offering of resistance, it appeared that the offering brought more power than expected.

But the white mist hadn’t died yet, despite the circumstances.

His chest cavity, along with half of his heart, was blown to pieces by the tremendous force in the white mist’s upper body.

The black mist seemed to pierce through the white mist, like a black vapor punching through.

Wang’s terrifying fist struck the back of the white mist after a chase of fourteen seconds! Mechanism City’s true divine light had finally descended, signifying the end of the six-minute period.

There was a kind of indescribable feeling that, even though it was speaking, the white mist somehow belonged to the mechanical species that illuminated this city at that moment.

The darkness of the entire city dispersed completely after a brief pause, following the light illuminating from every tall building and lower structure continuously without a break.

All of the buildings surged with light once again, because everything had lost its power source and the entire energy barrier that protected this city had reappeared!

! A massive surge of life force suddenly poured into the Reincarnation, as if at this very moment, the entire Mechanism City, originally on the brink of death, was revived with great energy.

"It’s only now that you’re in my hands, Well No. 5!"

The voice that came from the heavens sounded indifferent, as if the divine presence was declaring judgement upon evil.

Despite the white fog lingering stubbornly in Well No. 5, the energy shield’s white barrier was now being bombarded by countless annihilative spheres, revealing a myriad of horrifying cracks...

This white energy shield was directly cleaved in two, tearing the grudge-filled barrier apart.

It was like a massive blade had descended from ninth heaven, slicing through the void towards the Reincarnation!

Well No. 5 could have turned into mere dust and scattered souls at any moment under the white silver barrier descending from the sky, but...

The sudden shift in momentum let Well No. 5 mockingly tweak the black energy that shot out, transforming the destructive force that was bearing down upon it into an unavoidable white mist.

"This day will definitely not be too far away, I will personally kill you!"

"You’ll pay a hundredfold for what you did to me today, for what you did to this city, for what you did to my friends! You’re still too strong for me now, Well No. 5," but it was clear as day that at this moment, Well No. 5’s eyes were filled with divine clarity.

However, the four-dimensional black barrier was shrinking non-stop, and the black energy sphere that could annihilate everything was drawing ever closer to Well No. 5.

The time had already come.

"You must die, but I am very wary of you. Killing you would be far better than the dangers you pose. But torturing you slowly is a possible option, even though there’s a part of me that can’t tell the real from the fake in you. You know way too much," said Well No. 5.

Well No. 5 conveyed a silent cue, a countdown, to the black mist, intimating his intentions.

In the very last moment in time.

Although Well No. 5 felt the physical exhaustion from an opponent that still proved unyielding, he also sensed that this was the perfect moment for a final sacrifice. But Black Mist, now fighting alone against Well No. 5’s true essence, had already emerged victorious in the world within Zero, relying on Zero’s body.

This enemy was far too powerful.

...Too curious for his own good. Perhaps because he ultimately believed the untruth that Black Mist would kill him in an instant, or perhaps because for this one moment, Black Mist intended to kill him even more as Well No. 5 held more information.

While Black Mist was still non-stop recounting various stories, comparing his experiences with those of traversing Yellow Spring Island or Well No. 4...

Well No. 5 was fundamentally not paying attention to a single one of those points.

Black Mist had simply revealed far too much information.

Ultimately, wisdom in urgent life-and-death situations wasn’t like the meticulous underpinning of intelligence at all.

At this very moment, Well No. 5 was fully prepared to wield his own annihilative power and level himself if necessary, for this was a matter that essentially concerned life or death. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Perhaps this was the reason why the normally calm and collected Black Mist was now looking for an escape like a crazy maniac, because the complete opposite was about to happen – the burst of his own identity, or because he was too peaceful and serene in the face of an enormous shift in Black Mist.

"Even though I’m just now taking my first steps into the Fifth Level, I’ll be the one to reach the Sixth Level. It’s hard to say if I’ll wish to climb the tower any further. But the question remains. Climbing the tower isn’t difficult; to possess these things, one only needs to be human, to be substantial," said the Reincarnation, fumbling out a disk.

He was merely plugging a leak, not a guess or even a conjecture of the Black Mist.

Did Black Mist actually guess his own thoughts?

.

"Inside the bag your mother packed, it’s all farm scenes, you know, big people. But the shadow of the high tower I entered does not resonate with me."

How is it possible that I can quietly find no trace of it, when even the Reincarnation people are all searching for it, even the great families are all searching for it? After the year 8212, the high tower just mysteriously vanished.

How arduous must it be to have already found the location of the high tower! He is a companion of the people of the high tower! Without a doubt, this is one point, the white fog is from the high tower.

It’s almost like some kind of extremely fast-spreading source of pollution, a negative state of mind enveloping the Mechanism City, which will inevitably lead to being entrapped by it.

But still he could not shake off the Well, the Well is getting smaller and smaller in comparison, the distance difference also.

In this one chase madness, the white fog in his eyes, it seems like he has lived in this city for countless years, as if he has everything here at his fingertips.

But at this moment, even though it’s just temporary, even the white fog is already so reluctant to stay around the high tower’s air, which is simply too overpowering. Because the white fog is getting faster, while the Well is not.

However, the Well’s chasing pace has already become much slower compared to before, just that he is in a frenzy to escape.

Since the sacrifice, the white fog could already feel much slower pressure from the Well.

But the most fundamental faith is still there, even though the merchant is cunning.

Yet, White Fog stands ready to become the bait again, not daring to retreat immediately upon seeing the successful Well. In the void, a black-colored smoke appears, spinning like a whirlpool, Wind Fist.

"Seeking death!"

Just at this moment, the double fists of the Well fiercely appeared out of nowhere, and it seemed like the black substance was just surrounding it in a whirl, as if to counter the ultimate insult of those three waste words thrown at the Well.

"Why are you still having any dealings with him, burying grievances in me, what exactly did he say? Do you know that he is in my head? Are you not quite satisfied with your own creation’s obsession, how could you guess again what’s like this?"

To the white fog, this place was not exactly a single fight’s scene, but the Well could genuinely enjoy those wasted words with him, as he was just a five-minute faint, and to the White Fog, they were nonsense.

"How could a person like you still exist, to think after not even seven hundred years, you’d have the breath of the doomsday scrap, yet you on your body have the breath of an obsession created."

With a leap-step of enormous power at this flight level, White Fog had held the conviction that the Well has the doomsday scrap.

In that instant of the transaction, the Well can feel that White Fog seemingly no longer has that kind of air, the state of Zero’s frail and weak presence.

The doomsday scrap is like a specialized doorway for extortion, it is quite the thing itself. As for the treasured time, it is enough for White Fog—it’s not something this life should consider.

Compared with the "complete beauty" of this doomsday scrap, a thousand, ten thousand years of sacrifices count for eternal life, even more so.

In this position at the pawnshop in Mechanism City, where the third, sixth, ninth kinds are divided—the doomsday scrap is instantly life if it’s here, not necessarily some stinky fish rotten shrimp willing to trade evil, although it’s something worth a mention.

It’s a kind of trade with evil done by people, luring with all sorts of things, endlessly listed in the history books of humanity.

That doomsday scrap standing in the middle of chaos, assorted chaos, forming the evil ninth palace array—like arranging various scraps according to order.

But in reality, this image is very appropriate, despite the doomsday scrap being a figurehead in the pawnshop eyes of White Fog—this is the main view of the image.

(If I were more explosive, if I called out even more from my heart, maybe I wouldn’t shout any more liver pain, a certain point of harm to me, surprising me with those two more explosive words—I’ve awoken from my realization in writing. Cough cough...) fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

(But tonight is just... I’ll try my best to fill that big plot hole that I talked about before, the next Chapter should be able to be written. After that, sure.)