This mist can easily distort reality as if it has magical properties. After being covered by it, the broken and pitted scorched earth suddenly became moist, and even blood plasma continued to surge, and a bright green guillotine stained with blood appeared in the dark sky above.

Always patrolling.

Myceniel’s hoarse voice suddenly appeared:

"One billion people, you killed a whole billion people!"

"It's so cruel! How is it? Isn't it great to kill?!"

Wow~

Mycenir, who looked like a devil from hell, walked out of the dark mist, looked at Mu Cang from a distance and said ferociously:

"You are very strong, so strong that even I am afraid, but can you bear the anger, hatred, and regret of a billion people, can you bear their grievances, sorrows and joys, life and death?"

Mycenir Jiejie chuckled: "Can you bear the weight of this mortal world and this great crime of humanity?!"

Clang!

The guillotine buzzed loudly in the sky, and the howls and roars of hundreds of millions of people could be faintly heard from it.

"You can't!!"

The hatred contained in this rolling and sharp sound was so thick that even the clouds in the sky were scattered, and the rumble broke into rain, mixed with little scarlet and rustling down.

Hua Hua Hua——

In an instant, blood rained down on the world.

"Only the weak have hatred, and the strong...only have anger."

Mu Cang glanced at the guillotine distractedly and said leisurely, "The crime? It is to arouse the consciousness of human beings [Alaya] hidden deep in the spiritual world to give a [negative definition] to the enemy, thereby weakening the opponent's luck, status and

Life, not bad, a very subtle trick."

After deducing and analyzing the essence of the opponent's technique in an instant, Mu Cang continued:

"Lock the source of the enemy's will at the causal level, model the gap between reality and the spiritual world to perform long-distance space jumps, and at the same time receive the blessing of the spiritual world's power, largely ignore physical attacks, oh, and also added a billion Europa resentful souls

Although the structure of the small alaya is a bit rough, it is still usable, and at least it has a special attack bonus for those with weak minds."

"What a witchcraft genius! You can understand its horror just by looking at it. This talent... really makes me jealous!"

Mycenir's millions of eyes shone with deep disbelief, and he turned to look at Mu Cang with a complicated and cold look, and said coldly again:

"You are right. [Execution for Ten Thousand Sins] will attack the root of your will. No matter how strong your body and soul are, it is meaningless. As long as there is even a trace of guilt, withdrawal, and regret in your heart, your will will turn into ashes and your body will be transformed into ashes."

All gods..."

"Finally opened."

Mu Cang suddenly raised his slender index finger and lightly drew it in the void.

Whoa!

A crack suddenly appeared in the void, glowing with light.

"Huh? This fluctuation?"

Mycenir shrank and said in a loud voice, "This is my dimensional pocket, you?!"

He hurriedly felt his pocket, but found it empty, as if it had disappeared out of thin air.

"You...how is this possible?"

Mycenae said in disbelief, "How could the Box of Hephaestus be opened by an outsider? This is unreasonable!"

Mu Cang spontaneously used his telekinesis to pour into the dimensional pocket, and suddenly plundered all the items in it.

"Wait, wait! What are you doing on horseback?" Mycenir, who was hiding in the mist, roared in anger.

But even if he is extremely angry, in order to ensure his own safety, he can only hide in the surrounding dark magic mist that can easily block physical attacks.

In front of Mu Cang, a large number of items were floating at the moment:

Hundreds of large and small utensils made of metal, crystal, and wood that emitted strange fluctuations; hundreds of thick books with covers as red and black as the abyss of blood; piles of ornaments made of bone cortex and filled with the smell of blood; finally,

And the most important thing...the regret medicine.

Buzz——

Mu Cang's dimensional pocket appeared immediately and swallowed everything in one bite.

"Damn it! Those are my thousand years of accumulation!"

In the magic mist, Mycenir's face twitched, and he decided to attack in a rage.

"All sins...the execution platform!"

Whoa!

The guillotine slashed down with a bang, straight towards Mu Cang.

Wow!

But at the same moment, Mu Cang, who was beheaded, suddenly turned into an illusion, and the guillotine passed through his body, unable to injure him at all.

"The source of your will is not here?!"

Mu Cang observed a crystal-clear regret medicine in his hand, which was as clear as a diamond. While carefully examining and analyzing the medicine, he said casually:

"Yeah, the ones here are just clones."

Hearing this, Mycenae suddenly sneered and said: "Haha, that's it, it's meaningless. The punishment for all crimes will automatically trace the source of your will, just like a slingshot. I am with you on the bow, and in the law of cause and effect

Under the influence of this 'rubber band', no matter how far away it is, even if it is thousands of miles away, the execution platform will open a channel in the spiritual world to chase and kill him, and it will be useless no matter where he hides."

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After saying that, the void behind him suddenly opened into a black hole that exuded the murky atmosphere of the spiritual world.

Hua Hua Hua——

In an instant, the guillotine and the surrounding huge abnormal field formed by the distortion of reality by the magic mist, rotated in place at a high speed like a living creature, twisting into a huge vortex, and took Mycenir with him to forcefully drill into the black square.

In the hole.

Seeing that the other party was so anxious to go to the main body to die, Mu Cang just glanced sideways and ignored it.

……

In the twists and turns of the spiritual space passage, Mycenir, buried in the whirlpool of black mist, whispered in a hissing voice, "Let me go to your body and kill you to death!"

Buzz!

Under the influence of mysterious cause and effect, Mycenir ran towards Mu Cang's body at an extremely fast speed.

Just a few minutes later, an extremely desolate lead-gray land appeared outside the dense magic mist around him.

Bang!

The magic mist fell on the gray ground, stirring up pieces of dust and debris, but strangely, the flying dust seemed to have been retarded, and its speed of falling back to the ground was much slower.

Mycenir walked out of the magic fog, and millions of eyes on his body blinked at the same time. He stared blankly at the half-blue planet emerging from the edge of the earth, and said incredulously:

"That's the Blue Star?! Then here...is the moon!! His body is actually on the moon!"

I felt like there was light coming from behind.

He turned his head blankly and looked behind him in confusion.

In Mycenir's almost full-angle view, on the gray earth covered with thin lunar soil in the distance, there is a figure like a god made of the sun, sitting quietly.

The whole body of that god was exuding a blazing golden light, just like a real sun lying on the surface of the moon. Just sitting quietly in the cross-legged position, there was a powerful feeling beyond the scope of Mycenae's mental understanding.

Even the space around the opponent is constantly changing, twisting, and expanding. It seems that there is some kind of strong and pure power coming from the sky, causing countless stars to shine in the endless sky behind him, as if they are all for him.

Gather.

It’s as if he is the center of heaven and earth, the center of the world.

Power, majesty, divinity, indifference... The powerful and profound fluctuations completely covered all of Myceniel's thoughts, almost oppressing him to the point of suffocation.

This god is Mu Cang’s true form.

"This, this, this..."

Mycenir was trembling all over and stuttered, "Is this... is this a god?"

At this moment, the guillotine that was drilled out of the black hole seemed to have found its target, soared to the sky, and then fell from the sky and slashed at Mu Cang's body.

During the flight of the guillotine, the billions of dead souls surrounding it screamed and roared, faintly forming a small phantom of Europa.

In the shadow, ancient Greece, ancient Rome, the Renaissance and many other civilization scenes representing Europe's glorious past flicker in turn.

At the same time, hundreds of millions of individuals, men, women, old and young, were roaring in unison.

"Kill you! Kill you! Kill you! Kill you! Kill you! Kill you! Kill you! Kill you! Kill you! Kill you..."

This roar was superimposed with hundreds of thousands of crazy hatreds, and it was almost a ten thousand times stronger version of what was criticized by thousands of people and reviled by thousands of people.

If someone faces this roar, his soul will be shattered in an instant, and he will turn into a walking corpse.

This is just a prelude, the body of the guillotine clearly carries the huge hatred of the entire European civilization!
To be continued...