Chapter 627: Mikael's Food Tour

"Bronya Zajcek, Xi'er Fule'ai, Anna Shaniyate, and Chen Tianwu... Are there only four of you? That's ridiculous. Where's Kevin? Where's Sue? Where's Velvet? Where's Orlandel? Are they hiding and preparing to do some petty theft, or are they on guard against the intervention of the Lord God?

"Heh, do you think that these few people can hold back the Lord God? Or do you think that the power of just the four of you is enough to defeat me and rescue Kiana? "

The Herrscher leaned his stiff body against the handrail of the stairs, his tone lazy and playful, but without the slightest tension.

The silver thread trembled slightly, although the puppet it connected did not move, but this tremor was like human breathing, like the movement of a shark, which was the proof of the Herrscher's power [existence]. The swaying candlelight echoed the trembling of the silver thread, and the flowing light brought by the flame to the silver thread moved, but it was a little more weird and sacred, as if it was really the so-called [thread of fate].

"Defeat you and save Kiana? This kind of thing is indeed enough for the four of us. After all, you are the weakest Herrscher in history."

Bronya stood in the palm of the heavy-armored bunny and slowly floated forward a distance.

"Tsk, what a self-confidence. "

The puppet glanced at Bronya's thin body, and then yawned in boredom.

"Humans are such arrogant and stupid creatures. They wishfully thought that I would fall for such a simple provocation, and they also wishfully thought that their plan was flawless and would never be seen through - hey, do you think I have a bad memory, so I didn't mention Raiden Mei just now? "

The name [Raiden Mei] finally made Bronya react. Her eyes narrowed, and her sight was focused on the silver line above the Herrscher's head in a erratic manner, and she looked visibly solemn.

And the silver line she was staring at twitched slightly, and the puppet under the silver line also slowly made a gesture of spreading his hands:

"Why don't you attack? What are you waiting for?"

The corners of the puppet's mouth curled up until they were immersed in the dark eye mask, and it seemed that it was probably connected to the corners of his eyes.

"Do you feel that the surroundings are a little quiet? Are you thinking - [Eh? Why didn't you hear an explosion upstairs? Shouldn't Meiyi break into the tower and take Kiana away at this time? Did Meiyi's action fail? Why is this happening? What happened? 】

"What a shame. Don't you think you lack creativity? It's always the same, always the same! Last time it was a feint to the east and attack to the west, this time it's still a feint to the east and attack to the west... Such a clumsy and simple tactic is your trump card, your confidence? Alas... It's really pitiful.

"Well! It's really pitiful, I can't bear to watch it... Huhuhuhu - let me explain to you, this tower has long been integrated with the concept of [Domination], or to put it another way, you are now in the body of the real Ruler of Domination, naturally, the space in it can be changed as I wish... Raiden Meiyi, who tried to steal, should be trapped in a secret room now, right? "

The puppet shook its big head and walked down the steps step by step, with a look of disappointment on its face.

Bronya, Seele, Anna, Chen... all remained silent at this moment, just watching the puppet getting closer and closer to them...

"And Bronya, before the battle begins, I need to confirm one thing - you should not have forgotten, right? Although you are still a Herrscher, your power has long been unusable!"

"Puff--"

For some reason, Bronya couldn't help laughing out loud.

"What are you laughing at?"

The puppet's expression was dull, whether it was confusion or anger, it didn't even have time to show at this moment.

"Puff... Bronya just feels that as a Herrscher, you have inherited most of the problems of humans in your mouth. "

"! ? "

Bronya tilted her head, and the corner of her eye pointed at the gap in the wall. The cold air from the high altitude was pouring in through the gap, but perhaps because there was a barrier on the outer layer, no wind came in.

"Arrogant and wishful thinking... I'll give you your words back - haven't you realized it yet? Two hours is the time it takes for the Second God Key to complete the rated power charging. However, we entered here with Mei-sister but did not use it... Then guess what the Second God Key will be used for?"

Without waiting for the Herrscher to answer, Bronya's eyes swept over the three companions behind her -

"There is another thing you really can't know. Even Bronya just found out - the Herrscher, no, the puppet, the other three people in front of you, except Bronya, also have the potential to become Herrschers. Do you understand what this means? "

As soon as the words fell, the void was torn apart by the huge energy, and one after another, Honkai energy storage tanks and Honkai energy reactors with anti-radiation signs were thrown in.

"You...you bunch of blasphemous idiots!!!"

The Herrscher grabbed his golden horns and went crazy. The originally complete space was suddenly divided into four parts. Bronya, Seele, Anna and Chen had no time and space to react, and were separated from each other.

But they did not panic, but the hearts of the puppets gradually became cold.

Because, even if the space is divided and changed, it cannot change the propagation of the radiation form of the Honkai energy.

On the contrary, because the Herrscher controls this space with his power, the intrinsic world has a stronger rejection reaction to it. In terms of changes visible to the naked eye, the barrier on the outer layer of the tower is stronger and closer to the tower. Therefore, all the Honkai energy sent through the Second God Key is confined in the tower.

A large amount of energy with an unimaginable mass is invested in this point that is extremely small in the space, so this point undoubtedly sinks down, and in this way it continues to attract more Honkai energy in the surrounding space.

Therefore, this space where real numbers and imaginary numbers overlap, between the extreme magnitude of energy deposition, gradually formed three huge vortices, which just corresponded to the third of the four divided spaces and Bronya, who had already become the Herrscher.

[Crackle-Crackle-]

In each divided space, there stood a puppet with a gloomy face.

The joints twitched, the body twisted, and the sound of the wood blocks colliding became one - but the last sound was not, or was not only from the puppet, but... from the darkness around the space.

…………

[Woo--]

A part of the body was wailing uncontrollably, but was that really the sound that the body could make?

Or was it that the whimpering sound was just a fantasy and a reality brought about by the change of air currents in the high altitude?

That's right, it was never the heart that was whimpering, but the wind in the high altitude.

That should be it.

Mikael stood upright in the sky, the clouds held him up, the sun shone on him, the wind wiped away the non-existent sweat on his face, and the invisible cold calmed his heart.

How long did he exist like this, how long did he stand like this, how long did he watch like this...

The blood, the wailing, the despair, the sadness... Without exception, he saw them all clearly and heard them all clearly.

Because, for this world, he is the omniscient and omnipotent God, the only omniscient and omnipotent God.

He knows everything he wants to know.

He does everything he wants to do.

But if the one who gets this power is not a real God, but a human being, is it a kind of happiness or cruelty?

Knowing everything is indeed a great power, but because of its greatness, it will bring an equal amount of pain.

Pain...?

Mikael slowly raised his palm and pressed it on his chest.

Pain...?

The heart where the palm was pressed was sunken with force. If you listen carefully, you can hear the "crackling" sound of bones breaking, and the slender five fingers are bent into claws in tension...

"Puff--"

The next moment, a still beating heart was taken out by the hand, and the blood vessels connected to it followed from the hollow of the chest. Under the flow of blood, the blood vessels and the heart beat in sequence.

One or two drops of blood slid from the heart to the fingers, then from the fingers to the back of the hand, then to the wrist, and finally fell under the clouds.

The blood was so thin that it might cause a storm on the mainland, but at this time, all you could say was, "Fortunately, the blood is still red?"

Mikael raised his head in a daze, put his heart to his ear, and listened carefully to the pulse of the heartbeat. He listened for a long time, and finally had to accept a fact - pain... didn't seem to exist.

How could this be?

"Crack -"

Mikael bit off a large piece of his heart, chewed it, and tasted it - the texture was a bit crispy, and the taste was not bad.

He suddenly thought of a joke. If a person eats himself from his feet, will he only have a mouth or a stomach left in the end?

This is of course a nonsensical joke, because a normal human being would have died of excessive blood loss long before he ate his stomach step by step, or at least fainted from shock. Of course, there is a third possibility - he died of stomach perforation due to eating too much.

However, if it was me, I could give it a try.

Mikael thought about this possibility seriously, but after a while, he sighed helplessly -

The diversion failed.

Not being in pain is a good thing, which means that the heart will not be uncomfortable, but the strange thing is that sometimes people will feel pain because they are not in pain.

Mikael couldn't figure out why he, who once wanted to save the world so much and firmly believed that even if humans had more dark sides, they were still worthy of love and salvation, would slaughter hundreds of millions of people in the blink of an eye without any waves, guilt, or pain.

The only thing that made him feel uncomfortable was the residual sense of morality, which kept noisy in his mind like a fly, warning him what kind of sin he had committed.

But he didn't care.

Life is just a number. What's the point of giving a string of numbers and adding a sign of death in front of them?

Even though he knew it wasn't the case, even though he did hear the wailing and felt the sadness. Even though he also heard countless believers praying...

But he didn't feel guilty at all.

"This is good, isn't it?"

There is no need to pour useless emotions on people who don't even know you, and the whole person becomes relaxed.

It is indeed good, people do often sacrifice their lives for something that is not their own, but if this "something" refers to all mankind, then it would be a bit hypocritical.

There are only two types of human feelings towards humans - loving an abstract [person] but extremely hating a specific person, or loving a specific person but hating [human beings] as an abstract concept. .

All love and hate have cause and effect. There is no love without reason in this world. Even for that person, her love for human beings will be close or distant depending on the specific relationship.

So for Mikael, that's fine.

However, it seems that this has been the case a long time ago.

"Mikael, I seem...to understand how you feel."

He muttered to himself, but no longer denied a certain fact - he was becoming more and more like a dead person with no trace left.

Wait, the other person is not a human either.

He has a name and a surname: Michael.

"Click - click -"

Mikael ate his heart one bite after another, as if he were chewing an apple.

His eyes were closed, and he seemed to be quietly enjoying the short-term happiness brought by the food. However, if anyone could look directly at the power of God, they would find that he was just silently lowering his gaze to the earth again. .

"Is it coming?"

The next moment, Mikael reluctantly stuffed the half-eaten heart back into his chest.

The wound healed quickly under the influence of power, and he even cleaned up the blood on his chest, just because in the next moment, a familiar girl stood in front of him.

"Youlandale. Are you the only one?"

The girl's eyes lingered on the blood stains at the corner of the man's mouth for a moment, and then she held Heiyuan Baihua without hesitation.

"Yes, I am the only one. But, enough is enough. I swear by the white flowers of the black abyss in my hand, I will buy enough time for them."

Hollandale recited the [lines] that Mei taught her meticulously, even though she didn't understand the meaning of saying it.

Is it because of the fate between Kuroyuchi Baihua and the Shaniyat family? I vaguely remember that the last name Mikael once put on St. Freya’s teacher ID card was Shaniat...

"Pfft... It's rare for you to have such confidence, but I'm also curious, Hollandale, you are the strongest human being in this era according to them, so are you interested in giving it a try - to see the strongest human being in this era? , how long can it last in front of the strongest human being of the previous era? "

The blood on the corner of his mouth turned Mikael's seemingly gentle smile into an extremely ferocious one. Blue light flashed, and the exact same black abyss white flower appeared in his hand. The handle of the gun was clamped under his arm, and the tip of the gun was pointed far away. Looking at the face of Hollander.

"I have to say that Mei can always hit my weak spot easily. But Hollandale, do you know the consequences of saying those words?"

"What……"

"If you want to swear by the white flower of the black abyss in your hand, you must first prove to me whether you are qualified. But you must also be grateful for that sentence, because with this sentence, you can at least get a chance to be a human being. Rather than a chance for me as a god to fight.”

In the blink of an eye, the misty sea of ​​clouds and the clear sky turned upside down, and the whole world seemed to be splashed with countless blood, so that the blue was replaced by blood red.

Hollander looked up at the sparse clouds and dusk sky, then at the scarlet gravel under his feet, and finally focused his sights on the tip of Mikael's spear.

She tilted her head and said:

"Mikael, has anyone ever said that you are a middle-class kid?"

Mikael's expression relaxed for a moment, as if he was trying to hold back his laughter.

"I hope you'll still be like this in ten minutes—"

Before he finished speaking, Youlandale had already rushed in front of him. Although the speed was extremely fast, it was nothing more than that in Mikael's eyes. The most important thing was that her body that rushed forward seemed to be taking the initiative to hit the black man. The tip of Yuan Baihua's spear is as bright as a spear.

His eyes narrowed, and the hand holding the gun handle moved forward without hesitation.

Unsurprisingly, the tip of the spear shining with the black light named [Death] only cut off a few hair strands. Hollander had turned his head long before the tip of the spear was handed out, leaving only the ponytail tied behind his head. Unable to dodge due to inertia.

She was already familiar with the length of the white flowers in the black abyss, and it was precisely because of this that she dared to make such a risky move.

Her body turned to the right and tilted relative to the ground. Without any extra movement, with the same length, the black abyss white flower held under her arm at this moment stabbed Mikael's hand like lightning. Side waist.

Of course, Hollander was not naive enough to think that she could kill Mikael in the first encounter. Therefore, even though the stabbing action was so fast that it took less than a tenth of a second, there was something in her mind. They have already planned out the means to immediately retreat and organize another attack after missing a hit.

puff--

The tip of the spear passed through the body, and the black abyss white flower almost penetrated the entire body from the side. Hollander was stunned, and then pulled the tail of the spear back without hesitation.

The next moment, the black abyss white flower that Mikael raised above his head with one hand smashed down like a big sword.

"boom--"

The blood-red sand on the ground was smashed by this blow, creating a canyon that stretched to the end of the sight. Youlan Dell stared at the dust in front of him, and only after watching for a long time did he see the figure walking out of the dust with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Due to the trumpet-shaped gun body structure of the Black Abyss White Flower, the wound on Mikael's left waist expanded from the waist to the armpit. With his breathing, he could see the broken ribs and the muscles with the texture of orange flesh wriggling.

The intestines fell to the ground bit by bit along the big hole, and dragged long on the blood-red sand as Mikael moved forward.

But the smile on Mikael's face seemed to show the fact that he had no pain for a long time.

He just carried the long spear on his shoulder and showed his bloody teeth to Youlan Dell without reservation.

"It seems that our use of the Black Abyss White Flower is not the same."

Youlan Dell did not answer, but lowered his body a little, clenched the Black Abyss White Flower a little tighter, and his expression became more solemn.

And Mikael was still talking, or maybe... teaching:

"Although it is named the Herrscher of Death, when this power is handed over to humans, its [life] side is more valuable. Therefore, the holder of the Black Abyss White Flower should be bolder in battle. Anyway, no matter how much injury is suffered, it can be healed quickly, right?"

The smile grew bigger and bigger, and more and more blood appeared.

Blood slowly flowed out from the corners of the eyes, nostrils, mouth, and ears.

Mikael's expression suddenly froze, and then added:

"But your fighting style is not bad, it is more suitable for you cute girls than mine."

"Mad man."

Yulan Dell commented in a low voice.

Then the two bodies collided again. (End of this chapter)