From the prototype, immortal

"Your so-called salvation is nothing but a weak excuse to escape reality!"

Deus' tone was full of unquestionable firmness and deep dissatisfaction with Alora's position.

"Have you ever seen those humans who are tortured by the will of the planet? Their souls are wailing in despair, and their bodies are twisted in pain. What a miserable sight! And you are still here insisting on your unrealistic fantasy!"

"Do you think your mercy can save them? No, you will only make them fall into deeper despair!"

Deus said.

"Deus, you are wrong."

Alora said without any hesitation.

"Sacrificing innocent lives, no matter for what reason, is a blasphemy against life itself. What we should pursue is harmonious coexistence, not violence against violence. The will of the planet may be strong, but it is not incommunicable. We have the ability to find a peaceful solution, rather than exchanging a short-term peace through massacre."

However, in Deus's view, these are nothing but manifestations of weakness and naivety.

Hearing this, Deus's face became even gloomier, like the sky before a storm, so oppressive that it makes people breathless.

"Peace? Communication? Your words sound like an innocent child telling a fairy tale. The will of the planet is beyond our understanding. It will not change because of our prayers, nor will it soften because of our tears. It follows its own laws, and we can only adapt, or - conquer."

There was a hint of sarcasm in Deus's tone, but more of helplessness and despair towards reality.

"Only power can make it surrender!"

He has put his life and death aside, just to pursue the supreme power.

There was a crazy light flashing in his eyes, which was a desire for victory and a disregard for sacrifice.

As he spoke, the lightning around Deus became more violent, and the density and intensity of the power grid reached an unprecedented level. Each lightning was like a living thing, wandering around him, making a deafening roar.

These lightnings are not only a symbol of his power, but also a catharsis of his inner emotions.

He was angry, desperate, and eager for change. All these emotions turned into endless lightning, raging on the battlefield.

The symbol of Deus's truth power is "I", self-centeredness and egoism.

All his emotions, as long as they involve this concept, can make his truth power stronger!

The light in the power grid became brighter and brighter, almost illuminating the entire battlefield, and even Alora's figure was clearly reflected.

"Sacrifice is the price of progress. Without sacrifice, there is no victory. Your so-called search for other methods is just an excuse to escape reality. And I am the one who is willing to bear everything and fight for the future of all mankind."

Deus' words were full of confidence and pride.

He firmly believed that only he, Deus, the self-proclaimed savior, could lead mankind out of chaos and towards a bright and brilliant future.

This belief, as firm as a rock, was deeply imprinted in the depths of his soul.

His eyes penetrated the fog in front of him, as if he had seen the ideal world without war, hunger, and sadness.

At this moment, he seemed to carry the weight of the entire world on his broad shoulders. It was a burden beyond what a mortal could bear, but he was willing to bear it.

"You don't understand at all. This is a necessary sacrifice for the greater good. When I finish all this, there will be no more meaningless sacrifices, tears and despair in this world. I exist with the hope and destiny of all mankind, so I must not fail!"

As the words fell, Deus's momentum rose again, like the accumulation before a volcanic eruption, and finally released completely at this moment.

His figure was like an arrow from a string, with unparalleled speed and strength, rushing straight towards Alora.

This time, more intense lightning burst out around him again, and these lightnings intertwined in the air to form a larger electric grid, tightly enveloping Alora.

Every strand of current in the electric grid contains enough power to destroy everything. They jump and intertwine in the air, forming a heart-pounding picture.

Deus's hands drew a perfect arc in the air, as if conducting the most magnificent symphony in the universe.

Driven by his will, the power grid quickly condensed and compressed, and finally transformed into a huge lightning blade shining with thunder.

This blade was dozens of meters long and as wide as a mountain. The electric light flowing on it was like countless angry silver dragons, roaring and tumbling in the void, releasing power enough to shake the world.

It cut through the sky, carrying a will to destroy everything, and went straight to Alora. The space along the way seemed to be torn apart by this power, leaving shocking cracks.

In order to enhance his own strength, Deus even forcibly used the power of the Causal Fortress to stimulate Asura's daughter Misra.

Misra was stimulated to scream continuously, her body rolled in the air, and she was suffering endless pain.

However, at the same time, Deus's mantra power was also amplified.

Two golden energy lines appeared on his face, suspended about one centimeter in front of his face. These energy lines flashed with dazzling light, as if they contained endless power.

At the same time, a silver-black halo appeared behind Deus, symbolizing the power of his mantra.

This halo emits endless white light and black electricity like smoke and fog, which makes the entire battlefield look weird.

Those white light and black electricity jump and interweave in the air, forming a heart-pounding picture.

As Alora roared, her mantra power also completely erupted at this moment.

Alora's mantra power is completely different from Deus's.

It is not as ostentatious and domineering as Deus, but more pure and more restrained.

This power comes from the faith and persistence deep in her heart, like the first ray of sunshine that penetrates the clouds in the morning, warm and full of hope.

As her will surged, this power condensed around her, forming a series of gorgeous brilliance, like a blooming lotus, beautiful and solemn, without the slightest impurity and reservation.

This power seemed to be a clear spring flowing from the depths of her heart, nourishing her body, making her extremely powerful at this moment.

Alora has realized that Deus is wrong.

And there was no way he could change, because this man, this god, thought only of himself.