This is the head of the War Knight, exiled into The Void by Wayne after being severed.
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Rustle!
White foam wriggled and proliferated exponentially, recompiling the bisected God-chosen Continent at a speed visible to the naked eye, with life large and small returning, ruins of buildings restructuring, from a single flower and blade of grass to entire buildings and mountain ranges, all restored to their original forms.
A mass of white surged, morphing into Wayne’s likeness, his expression grim as he gagged twice.
The ntal strain was imnse; he nearly couldn’t hold it.
"So powerful, with attacks like this, I can only block nine tis, what will happen on the tenth..."
Wayne was deeply troubled, with his power only at 90%, consud by intense energy anxiety.
The good characters have this disadvantage, the antagonists act without scruples, doing as they please, exploding however they like. Good characters protect the world and have so much to consider.
From high above, the space fortress shrank, regressing to the original form of the War Knight tallic warhorse.
The tallic head couldn’t express a lancholy appearance, but the dim energy eye evidenced the War Knight’s discontent. He had tried his best but hadn’t even managed to kill a single leaf, leaving him desperate.
Couldn’t even take out one life, what kind of War Knight does that make?
The two stared wide-eyed at each other, the War Knight having his tallic warhorse, barely counting as four eyes. Wayne was at a disadvantage in the staring contest until his chest split open, revealing the Great Eyeball to make himself into three eyes.
Though still at a nurical disadvantage, the quality was high, the Great Eyeball on his chest worth ten.
That curious competitive urge appeared yet again.
Wayne’s face was livid as he eyed the War Knight, determined to slay the opponent in this fight, to dismantle him into pieces while still a fledgling, but who would’ve thought...
A newborn?
In the current situation, Wayne was also helpless. Spurred by the War Knight, he exchanged potential, taking a big step on the path of Evolution. His Corruption abilities grew stronger, and his plunder speed increased, even his Evolution efficiency was raised.
But without the ability to corrupt the Four Horsen of the Apocalypse, this level of Evolution couldn’t bring a smile to his face.
What to do? Where is the breakthrough?
Do I really have to go to Dragonheart Island to find the Sea God?
The War Knight drew the Energy Greatsword, preparing to spur on his warhorse for a charge, received the thought directive of the Plague Knight, slowly stowing the energy weapon away.
Wayne narrowed his eyes, realizing the War Knight was preparing to flee, choosing not to stop him, his mind tightly locking onto surrounding space, attempting to locate the opponent’s lair.
But to his surprise, the enemy gave no chance.
The War Knight, or rather, the Plague Knight commanding the battle from outside the atmosphere, was too cautious, predicting Wayne’s predictions, instructing the War Knight not to expose the headquarters’ position, shifting thoughts to abandon the current body.
The War Knight was a collection of information, the machine body just a product of information concretization, its existence was not important.
The Cosmos is all matter, matter is all energy, energy is information, knowledge becoming a God is information becoming a God.
In Wayne’s speechless gaze, the War Knight and the tallic warhorse quickly decayed, ti accelerated on their tal bodies, glaring red coating peeled off, covered in rust spots.
Pieces and tal fragnts fell with a rustling, rging into the Pale Sea below.
The Book of Greed tentatively licked once, spat twice, it tasted like rust.
"Wayne, fighting you was boring, but talking with you was interesting, looking forward to seeing you again on Doomsday Judgnt day..."
The War Knight’s tallic head disassembled, the energy eye completely lost its glow: "By then, I will personally judge you in the na of war!"
Wayne watched this scene speechlessly, seeing each other next ti would be fine, he also liked the CPU, but he had enough of battles without victory, not anticipating the next eting at all.
"Thinking on the bright side, at least I detained Yalien, down one of the Four Horsen, a small win."
Wayne muttered to comfort himself, his gaze on the mutated God-chosen Continent, remaining silent for a mont, then waving to sweep the Pale Sea across the world.
In all things, there’s only zero and infinite tis. Corruption is the sa; one doesn’t stop with just one score. Wayne savored the benefits of Corruption, combined with dread of the Four Horsen of the Apocalypse, utterly abandoning principles, opting to reshape the entire world into his image.
"Must reverse the pollution in the future..."
"My Essence of Life tells , you can do it, you are endless..."
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Divine Nation.
Wayne sighed as he entered, the surroundings were calm, the ravaged battlefield restored as if new, no sign of the battling Goddess.
His face paled in shock, thinking Yalien had defeated all five, not only escaping Divine Nation but also capturing the five Goddesses as Starfury.
Careful sensing revealed the opposite outco, the five Goddesses had already won, gathering together to discipline the newly acquired Starfury Yalien.
Wayne: (・˘_˘・)
Fine, fine, hosting a party without !
Disgusted, although he ant, why is it like this, Yalien shouldn’t have been defeated so quickly, even if she couldn’t win.
What went wrong.
Wayne stepped forward urgently, soaring into the sky, seeing the five female antagonists in the Temple Garden, along with the disciplined Yalien.
Outdoor, bondage, 6P, tentacles, role-playing, uncensored Europe...
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Though sothing seed off, this was indeed the scene Wayne saw upon entering.
Yalien was bound to a crucifix, her golden hair scattered, obscuring her exquisite face, the green dress on her body torn substantially, revealing a large area of immaculate skin.
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