DC Tyrant

Far away, a place that is difficult to reach in time and space.

The wall of origin, that wall, that desperate prison, the wall of despair, sticks to the ancient, from ancient times to the present, all the great, humble, and only God who struggles to survive.

Rows of rotting corpses are arranged vertically and horizontally, forming a scene of despair that can be perceived by all the only gods in the domain of gods.

There is an unrivaled figure, the only god who has created a peerless reputation in the realm of gods.

There is a more brutal king than Darkseid, the ruler of the dark age, and the terrifying master.

There are giants who witnessed the birth of the realm of gods, destroying the existence of the world with one hand.

Without exception, all the prestige, the great people who are known to everyone in the world, once stuck here, there is no hope!

This is the place of despair for all the one and only gods!

'Boom! '

A huge sound, like a meteorite falling from the sky, struck faster than any time travel, time travel.

The irresistible and irresistible suction of the wall of origin sucked Bati's upright body to the wall of origin, and was firmly attached to the wall in the shape of a large character, making a loud noise, and the people around him One pair after another, many unique gods, like mummies, couldn't help shaking, waking them up.

"Familiar voice..."

"A nostalgic voice..."

"who is it?"

"have no idea."

"Has another poor child come to this tomb?"

On the wall of origin, many mummy-like sole gods slowly opened their closed eyes. The eyes were full of vicissitudes, gloomy and hopeless. The deep eyes seemed to let Bati see the soul who had experienced the ancient time. Destruction, that is the only god who has been stuck on the wall of origin without any hope.

It was the only god in ancient times, unknown how far away, unable to break free from the wall of origin, with gloomy eyes, and sighing tone, all of which were experiencing decay that was more unspeakable than time, and despair that could not be broken from eternal life.

Ba Di opened his hands and pressed them tightly against the wall of origin in a large font. He felt a strong suction on his back. This suction was so strong that even he, as the only god, could not break free.

"ah…"

Bati's divine body suddenly burst with blue veins, and the skin of the divine body was hard to burst with blood. Struggling with the huge force deep in the bone marrow, his body shape did not waver at all, and he was still tightly stuck to the wall of origin.

No matter how much Bati struggled, his face was distorted, and he wanted to lift his hands back from the wall of origin ferociously, there was no way. This force, this attraction, was so powerful that it couldn't be matched, which made God despair.

Not only that, the huge suction force faintly sticking to his back is absorbing the power of his only god, constantly absorbing his power, and penetrating into the wall of origin.

"useless."

"Hehe, an unwilling person."

"It's a memorable struggle!"

"What a stupid struggle!"

"Save your energy and go to sleep!"

"Latecomers, save your strength."

"From ancient times to the present, the wall of origin has absorbed tens of thousands of unique god powers to strengthen itself through countless times and great eras. This kind of suction is not something you can break free from."

Seeing Bati struggling unwillingly, just like in the past when he just came here, the corners of the mouths of many unique gods sneered, and there was a mocking sigh in their eyes.

Back then, they also struggled in the same way, and they were sucked tightly to this place without the slightest method.

The wall of origin will not suck them to death, nor can it suck them to death, but the desperate prison, the desperate suction, sucks their strength dry, so that they can only lament here in their twilight.

It's not that there is no one god who died on the wall of origin. If he wants to die on the wall of origin, he can only commit suicide, give up his uniqueness, and end this cage.

Only the only god who has experienced endless years and is really unable to hold on will give up the only one and choose to commit suicide.

There are many great prestige beings who have struggled in the realm of gods. They would rather die than be stuck on the wall of origin all the time. If they are not free, they would rather commit suicide.

Here, all past honors, fame, and power are nothing.

With a chill in his heart, Bati turned his head and looked at the only god next to him. This was the only movement he could do. It was difficult, he stiffened his neck, and twisted his head.

As far as the eye can see, there are rows of spectacular mummies, the greatest cosmic scene, and they are not comparable to the mummies stuck to the wall.

The mummy next to him had skin tightly attached to the bones, eyes without the slightest moisture, and the pupils were sunken. The skeleton that had gone through ancient times had already wiped away the arrogance and domineering arrogance of the mummy as the only god.

Today's him has no vigor, only the late sigh, more vicissitudes than the late old man.

"There is no way, you can commit suicide if you want to die."

The mummy next to Bati said without the slightest emotion. He has experienced for a long time, so he naturally knows the thoughts of the newcomers, but all this is in vain.

Bati's heart sank to the bottom, and there were many sighs and self-deprecating sounds from the side.

"Persevere! Maybe one day with luck, the wall of origin will be broken."

"Hey, how long have you persisted, do you know?"

"Obviously there is no hope in my heart."

"I will not give up!"

"I'm ready to commit suicide!"

"Come to die with me."

"The will of the only God cannot be detained!"

"hehe!"

Beside Bati, many unique gods sighed and laughed at themselves. Those who were not willing to reconcile were the new gods who had only experienced hundreds of thousands of epochs and still had ambition. And those who are ready to commit suicide have persisted until they can no longer persist, and are preparing to die gradually.

Bati's eyes tightened, and a trace of sadness flashed in his heart. He looked at the mummy beside him. After many years, the mummy was still holding on. Although his will had not faded, there was no free figure, and his sadness was beyond description.

Could it be that you have to persevere and support yourself forever?

Being stuck for endless years, it is really hard for him to accept that Bati, who was only born in tens of thousands of years, and the only god who only became a god in tens of thousands of years, will be imprisoned endlessly.

Suffering without years, suffering without a goal, just thinking about it, that kind of emptiness, makes Bati feel a silent coolness, and his heart is cold.

suddenly.

'boom…'

'boom…'

'boom…'

Suddenly, the sound of vibration came from a distance, and Badi could clearly see the skin of the mummies trembling slightly.

In the far distance, a figure, like a vajra ape, has a thick body and keeps climbing the wall with his hands. His face is rough, his breathing is heavy, and his chest keeps rising and falling. Stopped and crawled.

There was always a mummy beside him with a hint of warmth, cheering for this huge figure.

"This is the hope we hold on to!"

The mummy beside Bati said softly, with a hint of hope in his voice.

"he is…?"

"Yuka Khan!"