Latent Syndrome

Chapter 448 447. The one possessed by truth

No matter how fierce and violent Colin's offensive was, Di Biao would always respond in the same way, just like a mirror.

Although Colin has become extremely powerful, like a wandering soul looking for a physical body, and can exert any kind of power, all seats are empty.

All the forces of suggestion combine to create Colin's world.

But Di Wei didn't know where he got the same power.

Parry them all and counterattack.

"This won't work."

"You can't kill me, and you can't destroy this light vortex."

"It's just a fake world."

“The false world in the all-encompassing great will.”

"It's just a shadow play."

Dickey in his own way.

Eradicating the root cause of latent disease.

"You can't end it."

"This ultimate..."

"It is the self-liquidation of all things."

"Absolutely."

"The universe as a whole."

"It is from which all things come and return."

"Absolutely spiritual."

"There is no way to escape..."

At this point, Di Wei felt infinite frustration. It seemed that all his actions, all his actions so far, were in vain, from beginning to end.

Everyone is a laughing stock.

Colin had no time to waste with Di Wei. He had gone completely crazy, and half of his body had turned into a monster with no skin and muscle tissue and was bloody and exposed.

He waved his hand, and red and green lines on his thighs converged and burst out on his arm, and the evil touch with compound eyes and sharp teeth poured into Di Biao.

The spiral colorful light that engulfs the galaxy pours down from the ceiling of the temple, which can even knock down the fatal touch that transcends spirit, nature, and logic.

In an instant.

It passed through Di Biao's chest and emerged from his back. His ribs were completely broken, and his heart and lungs were penetrated into blood foam.

Di Wei's throat felt sweet, and he coughed up blood and organ fragments.

Are you dead?

Colin launched another attack. Iron ropes burning with blood-red karma stretched out from the forearm of his other hand. They were densely packed. Thirty cruel chains of torture snaked through and penetrated Di Biao's eyebrows. , running through his brain. Every joint, every weak and fatal part is embedded.

Dragging Di Wei into a near-eternal torture purgatory.

What Colin never expected was.

"Too incompetent."

"It's too unbearable."

"I have seen a glimpse of the greatest."

"I can't break it."

"No one in this world has that ability."

Di Biao, whose whole body was restrained, was vomiting blood and talking at the same time. The grinning face with half of his face missing and his gums exposed was exactly the same as that of an evil ghost.

to the end.

Even those with a fierce spirit that destroys everything.

Also attracted by the light vortex.

It has become something extremely narrow-minded.

As Di Wei's animal transformation worsened.

"I have completely transcended spirit, nature, and logic."

"Colin."

"You can defeat..."

"This entire universe?"

Di Wei started to get angry. Even for such a crazy person, his voice was extremely trembling. It seemed that the sorrow, hatred and frustration of the whole world had been swallowed by him like poison. His faith and spirit had completely collapsed and he had turned into a wild beast.

All are ridiculous playthings, like a blindfolded dagger-throwing masochist lying on a target.

But every sharp dagger.

all run deep through all beating hearts.

Sobbing hearts, bleeding hearts.

"What……"

Colin was dumbfounded. Even at this level, he was still not dead?

finally.

Di Wei, a madman created by various blessings in this world, despises all the tragic products of the era that vent the dark pleasures.

No more desperate or furious moans could be squeezed out of him, no cruelty of the world could be detected on him.

That supremely great thing in the vortex of light.

Like the miraculous cure for all unclean diseases, like the best and purest essence that prepares the strong for the divine ecstasy.

Consuming every age and every universe.

Finally compiled this.

The crown of glory.

Under the chains of ablative karma fire, Di Wei forced himself to lift his hands, his skin exploded inch by inch, and his tendons were broken and scattered.

It seems to be pulling something.

The vortex of light gives supreme power to any mortal object standing in front of it, even if it is just an ugly and useless stone in the stream, after touching the light of true vision from the sacred source of original chaos.

He can also become a god among gods.

Di Wei began to show his power to the gods, painting a holy window from the ceiling, pulling the light of the entire universe.

If you have a pair of eyes with a wide enough field of vision, or there are countless mirrors surrounding the earth.

These mirrors that wrap around the Earth form a sphere with a radius of one light-year. Then, on the mirror surface, all the scenes on the Earth one year ago will be displayed.

on the contrary.

On the earth, we can also perceive the scene 13.82 billion years ago since the beginning of chaos.

These are Di Wei's eyes, mirrors that wrap around the edge of the universe.

All the past was poured into his hands.

Starlight all over the sky, spiral arms of the Milky Way, super galaxy groups, all scenes, the light of true vision covering 13.82 billion years of the history of the universe.

Pulling towards his hand.

Stars change, day and night change, and all nuclear haze in this world is shaken away in an instant.

Luca, Arnold and others who were fighting outside also looked at the sky in a blink of an eye. All the eternal clouds were dispersed, and the vast stars appeared in the daytime, approaching the earth at extremely fast speeds.

And in the Palace of True Vision.

The scene was so brilliant that it made people enchanted and crazy. The entire past of the universe was placed in the palm of his hand, and it was like a river of truth rushing towards Colin.

Surrounding Colin, pouring endlessly into it.

There is absolutely no falsehood. The entire universe, which spans 13.82 billion years, is in the most three-dimensional and colorful way, billions of times more brilliant than the destruction of nuclear weapons, planets, stars, collapses and galaxies.

The supreme divine power.

exploded in Colin's mind.

Just like the ultimate power when the original chaos was opened, it filled his limbs and bones and poured directly into the heavenly spirit.

Galaxy, spiral, divine light.

Colin fell to his knees with a plop, his mouth and nose were bleeding, his pupils were cloudy, and his whole body was convulsing.

Boundless forests, empty plateaus, sky-piercing peaks, torn fangs...

Lenses, blades, cruel and merciless eyes, vicious twitching lips, and a fierce look of hatred.

Endless.

Sharp objects that contained everything in the universe pierced his skin.

Broad rivers, boundless oceans, raging waves, slaves' shovels, emperors' whips, madmen's mad attacks...

The endless wash and crushing of his bones.

Dark swamps, huge whirlpools, a hell of flesh and blood.

Trapped in the vortex of the universe and unable to escape.

No matter how powerful Colin is, he can't resist this 13.82 billion year...

Primordial Chaos.

There is also sound.

The laughter, crying, sobbing and roaring, screaming and howling that never fade away.

Disorder and chaos fill the universe, and the endless sound that never disappears. Whether it is indoors, outdoors, in the wilderness, in the city, in the past, or in the future, there is a mechanically rigid and repetitive cosmic background sound.

They were all poured in from the edge of the universe.

Every decibel becomes more three-dimensional, blooming with the cry of a baby, the beating of the heart, the war cry of soldiers, the scream of artillery shells, the blasphemous curse, the scream of a slut, the gorgeous piano, the chant of the siren, the mourning Man or ecstatic poetry.

of the entire universe...

sound.

The voice of heaven.

The miserable whirlpool around the soul of the self-tormentor.