Lord of Enigma - Chapter 838

[Chapter 822 The Lord Does Not Care]

A change in the nascent node “Insulters of the Church” silences all viewers.

As a lover, Frida no longer expects Walter to pass the trial and transform into a new life.

She only hoped now that Walter Cranston would not slip into the deeper darkness. That high god posture might represent incomparable power, but Frieda knew that it was not the real Walter Cranston. ston.

At this time, in fact, other dream seeds have already selected their relatives and sent them to the kingdom to participate in the trial.

But even Don Qi, more attention was attracted by Walter.

As a master, he is not only curious about the ending of this “Son of Justice”, but also more curious about what is growing in that node.

“The node of the Church Insulter comes from my experience, from the Code of Thorns, the mysterious graffiti of bliss and other fetishes, the main body is completely revolving around Martin Sims, the Holy Penitent, just like the main body of the pig monster farm is those three A pink pig monster, the main body of Candle Street is that little girl.”

“According to common sense, nothing else will appear in the node, at least it should not exceed the power of repentance, the code of law, etc.”

“but now…….”

Tang Qi’s eyes fully understand the strange power that is rapidly emerging in the node at this moment.

It’s not right to say it’s unfamiliar, because he only felt the power not long ago.

Just in the body of the “human evil ghost” in the Black Fire City, it is a power of extraordinary level that is not weaker than the divinity of dreams and the divinity of the furnace. It is another source of extremely high level in the boundless mystery. It’s… chaos.

In the origin star, the evil ghost is the host of a chaotic divine power.

He did not enter the kingdom, and naturally he could not bring the chaotic divinity into it.

But this second, Tang Qi, as the master, can clearly feel that there is a strange source of power among the many gods he possesses.

The book of nothingness is being turned, and a certain page is slowly frozen, and above it is a picture of the universe filled with countless chaotic lines.

The realm of the gods dominated by pseudo-dream, after “life”, “true love”, “soul”, “desire”, etc., has added an extremely weak realm… Chaos.

Although compared with other divine powers, this chaos is weak like a candle, and it may go out at any time.

But Tang Qi’s perception can’t go wrong, and his scope of authority expands out of thin air.

And the source of the chaotic divinity that breeds and is still growing is in the “Church Insulter” node.

Walter Cranston’s reign is being challenged.

His beliefs are undoubtedly full of justice, and he is worthy of the title of the Son of Justice.

But this is not enough. No matter what world is, it is not black and white. Unless each of Walter’s subjects is a copy of him, conflict will inevitably arise.

When his words were above all the rules, the City of Justice first suppressed and then began to be restless. The suppressed desires would not disappear, but would instead accumulate, giving birth to even more terrifying things, and eventually devoured Walter, the only god. .

Within a node, this all evolves very quickly.

In that city, there were no human beings like “human evil spirits”, and they could play with this son of justice just as they played with Walter in the Black Fire City.

But it doesn’t matter, the history of the human race has never lacked conspirators and degenerates.

What Walter thought of as absolute justice was actually the rule of cold iron blood, which lasted for a while.

But then some zealots mixed in with the “conspirator” began to use “Walter’s Oracle” to kill those enemies.

Of course, a large number of innocent people were mixed in here, and the thick and smelly blood began to splash around the city.

Walter Cranston had a lot of power, and he should have seen that.

But unfortunately, from the moment when the Code of Thorns became invalid, a crazy and chaotic atmosphere began to rapidly infect the City of Justice like a plague like a virus.

This chaotic, disordered atmosphere cannot be judged as evil.

This kind of power goes hand in hand with order, devours desire and grows, and the city of justice is infected, and Watt, the sole ruler, cannot be exempted, and he falls silently into chaos.

Any of his thoughts, any words, will be magnified, and will always bring great damage. This is a vicious circle.

Walter began to change, becoming more stubborn and more focused on following through on his beliefs.

Anyone who opposes, even if it is a sentence, expresses opposition with one look, and will immediately usher in Walter’s blow.

But these were used by conspirators, and a large number of innocent people, a large number of people who uphold justice, were killed by Walter.

The conspirators instigated by the shadows recorded all of Walter’s “evil deeds”.

When the killing in the city reached a certain critical point, the conspirators were determined to come out and pick the fruit. They called all the surviving people and announced everything in public.

In the excited chanting of the conspirators, the title of Walter Cranston fell directly from “Son of Justice” to “Tyrant”, “Killing Lord” and so on.

The most deadly thing is that the people chose to support the conspirators this time.

Those evil deeds weren’t made up, Walter Cranston did.

The final act seemed to come, and Walter Cranston was ousted from the stage by the angry populace, the humans who had been sheltered by him, roaring, roaring for Walter to roll down from the high position of the righteous consul.

The crowd in the city was boiling.

“Tyrant, we don’t need your rule.”

“Are you crazy? He’ll kill us all.”

“Don’t worry, some wise people speculate that once the love of the people is lost, the source of this tyrant’s power will disappear.”

“Really? Then we should completely overthrow him and kill him.”

“Disguised as a righteous Slaughter Lord, get down.”

…

“Boom”

Suspended on the consul’s seat above the City of Justice, Walter Cranston was puzzled, and even looked at the picture below in a panic.

His initial thought was to angrily kill all those who roared against him.

But the next moment, he realized something.

The murderous intent surging in his eyes dissipated in an instant, and the blazing world of thunder behind him suddenly became pale and weak. It had lasted for a long time. The icy and terrifying majesty aura suffered a special blow at this moment and gradually began to dissipate.

“All the people here? Are they all against me?”

Walter seemed to have lost his soul, and the scenes that happened in this node began to emerge.

Since he changed his principles to kill the damn “brain-eating couple”, he confirmed that killing is an absolutely necessary weapon to maintain the absolute justice in his mind. The final picture is the city of justice at this moment. .

In this majestic giant city, the atmosphere of peace and tranquility that should have been there is gone.

There are blood and corpses everywhere, and in the cold air, the smell of fear and disgust is extremely strong.

The numb faces became alive again in front of his eyes, but it was the kind of last-minute eruption, hysterical freshness.

“Am I wrong again?”

When Walter Cranston murmured these words, his incomparably powerful body began to become thin and withered again, his armor and crown were rusted, and on top of his head, a fresh and powerful one had been eroded by the chaotic divinity. After that, the “Dream Seed” that became extremely weak rose up.

It had no features, but it still sent a whimper to Walter.

Obviously, this righteous son failed the call of this dream seed. As it gradually detached from Walter’s body, the powerful power it gave Walter was withdrawn, and Walter began to turn into a mummified corpse again, or even more seriously, sliding towards the dying skeleton when he was just selected. .

“He failed!”

Forest of ignorance, Stan and others sighed.

His lover, Frida Hussey, had a complicated expression, her eyes were full of worry, and her love for Walter had not diminished in the slightest.

Inside the experimental tower, at Tang Qi’s feet, the sad frog also sighed, it was about to say something.

But at this moment, Tang Qi’s voice suddenly sounded.

“Shut up, Fake.”

“It’s not over yet!”

Just as Tang Qi’s voice fell, a figure that had disappeared for a long time reappeared in the high sky of the City of Justice.

Martin Sims!

This “dream creature” who had disappeared for too long in the node with himself as the main body, looked at Walter, who had changed into the appearance of the first meeting, a schadenfreude smile appeared on his withered face, and the familiar sound of thorns lashing sounded.

“Snapped!”

Walter, who was whipped, not only did not cry, but looked at the returning mentor with great surprise and excitement.

Unable to wait, Walter almost roared and questioned.

“Teacher, what should I do, what is absolute justice?”

“If I don’t kill, the chaos and evil will always exist, they will escape, they will continue to rage, and perhaps more innocent people will be harmed because I didn’t kill them.”

“But if I insist on killing, I can’t guarantee that I won’t kill innocent people by mistake, and I can’t guarantee that I will always be just, not deceived, and not degenerate… just like now.”

“Snapped!”

Walter’s roar, withdrew his whip again.

At the same time, there was a disdainful sarcasm from Martin Sims. The saint almost pointed at Walter and cursed:

“Who do you think you are, you are already omniscient and omnipotent? Even the old master of thorns, the stupid old man of light, and the foolish new master sitting on the chair of God…they can’t do what you want.”

“Also, who do you think I am, your soul teacher? You think I’ll tell you what to do, you crazy, stupid ass.”

“In my case, the righteous order is one piece of feces, and the evil chaos is another piece of feces. Every time human beings eat bread, they spread sauce on both sides. This race will never change.”

“You dumb ass with a nasty bark and lost, you should ask yourself, what kind of person do you want to be?”

“You kill…or don’t kill!”

“I don’t care, and the Lord doesn’t care.”

“Snapped!”

The flogging of the Holy Confessor is only late, but never absent, and is a fitting closing sound.