Soul of Negary - 596

Carlo Calis has no time to deal with Killer J, and the new aggressive rules of the entire world have just been out of his control.

Then the world was in flames.

Carlo Calis’s silt-like body was scattered and turned into countless microbes into the world. He competed with Negri for control of the world, only to find that the world became unfamiliar.

Everything is changing, even the world is the same, it is extremely unwilling to return to the control of Carlo Calis.

Even a consciousness gradually emerged from the world, repelling Carlo Calis, treating it as an enemy and hindering the progress of the world.

This consciousness is slowly growing, absorbing nutrients and growing, and Carlo Callis’s control over the world is also crazily decreasing.

He came to this world as early as ten thousand years ago, and replaced the world consciousness of this world, transforming it inside and out. It can even be said that this world is his second body. Why does this world reject it now? Own.

Carlo Calis panicked in his heart. He tried to control the world and let it settle down, but everything was useless. Instead, a larger flow of information poured into his consciousness buffer domain, impacting his consciousness.

All kinds of complicated information are changing, and Carlo Callis has begun to hesitate whether to close his consciousness domain.

That way, there will be no external interference, but the information perception of changes in the outside world will be extremely weak, which is equivalent to drinking poison to quench thirst.

But no matter how close the domain of consciousness is, more and more information impacts will affect his logical thinking ability.

“I can’t go on like this anymore, if I continue like this, I will die completely.” Carlo Callis became more aware of this, and Negrida was too terrifying.

He no longer hoped for the possibility of living, and turned to preserve the possibility of resurrection.

The world seemed to have become a world composed of tiny worms. Everything was distorted and collapsed under the flames. The world made a cheerful sound, desperately sucking the nutrients from Carlo Calis’ body.

And his group of heirs, most of whom are caught in a carnival, ready to get better resources from his death and go further.

The breath of death impacted Carlo Calis, and he fully mobilized his energy to constantly search for a way to preserve the possibility of his resurrection.

Various plans continue to be generated, and then they are denied. The more he touches Negri, the more he feels the horror of the other party. The oppressive force that disintegrates your resistance from all aspects is now destroying all his abilities step by step.

The flame named Negri is constantly burning everything about him, making Carlo Callis feel desperate.

“No, I can’t give up, I still have hope.” Carlo Calis seemed to be desperate, bursting out of his last talent, and initiating a final plan.

“Like Negri, breaking my own path, using my dying body as a hotbed, taking the part of the truth of life in my path as the core, gestating and carrying the microbe as a new life, so that I can get away from Naig. The attack here can also break through the limitations of the god of racial life. Although it will not elicit new truths like Negri, it will also have a brighter future on the road of life.”

The microbes all over the world were abandoned, and the rest were gathered together again, becoming a black silt gathered inside the world.

There was something gestating inside the silt, and Carlo Calis entrusted his future and life in the bred things. The flames burned his remaining body, making his consciousness appear chaotic.

Suddenly, Carlo Calis saw a person standing in front of the killer J. He stood there quietly, making it hard to imagine that the flames around him were burning wildly from his hands.

Grant woke up from a coma. What happened during this period shattered his three views. The sudden appearance of the dark silt before broke his sanity, but there seemed to be a fire that barely maintained his sanity. With his own will, he finally didn’t go crazy.

He seemed to be in a car now, and the car was parked at a distance from the Black Mirror Lake, and the so-called mythical response bureau chief Sampson was watching with a telescope.

Sampson’s state seems to be something wrong, his whole body is trembling, his face flushed, but his lips are pale, the sweat is constantly flowing down, and his hands are trembling to record something.

Grant saw several syringes on Sampson’s thigh now.

Most of the agents were affected and died in Carlo Calis’s attack on Killer J. Even if they were not affected, they went crazy because they looked directly at God.

Sampson was one of the few people who felt wrong and closed their perception for the first time, and then retreated some distance with some survivors.

And because of some things before, he took Grant with him.

Grant shook his head and felt something very kind in front of him attracting him, so he couldn’t help picking up another telescope hanging on the car and looking at the side of Black Mirror Lake.

His gaze first fell on the man standing in front of the burning mud, and the name he had heard in his childhood became very clear at this moment.

“Negri!!”

The huge crystal mountain rose from a distance, and the huge multi-eyed lizard came down from the crystal mountain and came behind Negri, kneeling behind him, with hundreds of pairs of eyes with indescribable enthusiasm.

“The eldest son, Tolitos, the god of black death.” Shanpusen’s voice was extremely hoarse as if he was introducing Grant, and as if he was sighing.

A group of slime monsters very similar to the black mud, waving gray tentacles, wriggling all the way, and standing quietly behind Negri, he looked at Carlo Callis, who was about to fall into death, mockingly. It seems indescribable.

“Three sons, god of corruption, Talmikra.”

More and more evil gods gather. No matter how cruel and crazy these evil gods are in human legends, they can only stay quietly behind Negri, watching their fathers. Brought to death by the flame little by little.

Of course, most of the heretic gods watched their father dying with great joy, and some of the heretic gods didn’t even want to see their father being burned to death, but looked at Negri enthusiastically. Allegiance.

Carlo Calis didn’t care about those heirs who had betrayed him. He had his own plan in his heart. When the new microbial body was conceived, he would bring it into all the sand worlds he secretly controlled and possessed in that world. The protagonist who is about to be bred uses the power of the world’s luck to accelerate his own growth.

“My new life!” Carlo Callis used his last remaining power to burst his body in the burning soul flame. On the other hand, he tried to hide the conceived microbial body in the burst and send it to other worlds.

This is the micro-organism channel that He has mastered, and Negri will not know that he is 80% sure to send away his new micro-organism.

It’s just that when his consciousness died into the new body with the old body, a resisting consciousness resisted him.

In panic, Carlo Calis learned the identity of this consciousness.

The final work born in the flames, the last son of God, Noli.

At this moment, he is enthusiastically sending out his own prayer: “Praise the dragon of eternal sin, the lord of disaster, the forerunner, the land of Yongning, the soul dwelling, the flame of soul, the god of supreme progress, the great Lord Negri!!!”