From the prototype, immortal

This is also the reason why powerful gods can fight against an entire fleet with their own strength.

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Even those indestructible materials that use the most advanced technology and lock atoms together seem pale and powerless in front of the power of the truth.

The power of the truth can penetrate into the atomic level and carry out the most delicate and thorough destruction, causing any material structure to collapse and disintegrate in front of it.

With the disappearance of Deus, it suddenly disappeared like a candle flame.

As his power dissipated, those things that were tightly bound in the air by his power also lost their support.

Misra, the goddess of the kingdom of God, is one of them.

Her body, which was originally suspended in the air, is now slowly falling like a kite with a broken string.

Alora witnessed this scene and an inexplicable impulse surged in her heart.

She jumped suddenly, her figure drew a graceful arc in the air, and quickly approached Misra who was falling. However, when she finally saw the other person's face clearly, she couldn't help but be stunned.

It was a face that she was extremely familiar with. She had stared at her reflection countless times on the calm water, and the face in front of her at this moment was so strikingly similar to her reflection.

Although the details were slightly different, Misra's face was more delicate and revealed an extraordinary temperament. After all, she was the daughter of God, and Alora was just an ordinary mortal.

But the similarity was enough to shock and confuse Alora.

Alora carefully held Misra and slowly landed on the ground, her heart was full of doubts and confusion.

At this moment, she seemed to understand why Asura's attitude towards her was always so strange, that feeling that was both familiar and strange, and now she finally found the answer.

This girl named Misra was actually Asura's daughter, and she looked so much like herself. Could it be that Asura regarded herself as a substitute for his daughter?

"You are..."

Alora's voice trembled a little, she didn't know how to ask this girl who was so similar to herself.

Misra was also in shock at this time.

She was already 12,500 years old, but her appearance remained that of a young girl, without any change.

At this moment, she looked at Alora, who was close at hand. The face wearing a bird-wing-shaped golden helmet made her feel both strange and familiar.

Seeing this, Alora's heart moved and she decided to remove her disguise.

Her pure golden flying wing-shaped helmet instantly disappeared, revealing her original face.

At that moment, a trace of astonishment flashed in Misra's eyes.

She found that the face under the golden helmet was almost exactly the same as hers, except for the temperament and expression.

"My name is Alora, from Earth."

Alora's voice was soft and firm.

"You are Misra, right?"

Although Alora's age was not even a fraction of Misra's, at this moment, she showed maturity and calmness beyond her age. She stared at Misra, waiting for his response.

Misra nodded, her heart full of doubts and curiosity.

As a goddess of the kingdom of God, she couldn't help but doubt at this moment.

Could this girl who was so similar to her be her sister?

This thought made her feel both excited and a little uneasy.

"Your father, Asura, is still on Earth. Do you want to meet him?"

Allura continued.

Misra's emotions surged out like a tide when she heard this. Her eyes were instantly blurred by tears, and her voice became thin and thin because of excitement: "Father... Is he still alive?"

In this sentence, there is both a desire for reunion and a fear of an unknown fate.

Her hands clenched into fists, and her fingertips turned white due to the force, as if she was trying to grasp this ray of hope and not let it slip away easily.

However, at this moment, the earth, the blue planet that carries countless lives and stories, suddenly changed dramatically.

The originally peaceful and tranquil atmosphere was replaced by an ominous breath. Alora and Misra turned their heads at the same time, their eyes piercing through the void and locked on the earth.

I saw that this side of the earth, facing the direction of the Causal Fortress, seemed to be torn apart by some indescribable force. The crack was not an ordinary crack, but a huge mouth, ferocious and terrifying, as if it could swallow everything.

The appearance of this huge mouth marked that Blitoluo, the source of riots that had caused headaches for the Kingdom of God since ancient times, had awakened again.

But this time, Blitoluo was more terrifying than any previous time.

After the giant mouth opened, it did not close immediately, but continued to expand. Along with the expansion, the red tone on the surface of the earth spread. The red was not an ordinary flame, but a hot magma. They flowed on the surface of the earth, and wherever they passed, life was destroyed and there was a dead silence.

Looking down from the sky above the Causal Fortress, these red magmas are like flowing blood vessels, and finally converge into a huge face. That is the face of Blidor, hideous, twisted, with endless anger and desire for destruction.

The appearance of this face makes the entire universe tremble, as if even time and space are trembling in front of it.

"Blidor!"

Misra's exclamation is filled with unconcealable fear and despair.

Once Blidor fully awakens, the disaster it brings will be devastating, and countless innocent lives will disappear in this catastrophe.

Alora had a solemn look on her face, her eyes penetrated the red flames and looked at every corner of the earth.

At this moment, she could not ignore the lives that were about to face a catastrophe.

"Damn it, how many people will die at once!"

Alora's tone was full of helplessness and anger.

Every riot of Blitoluo would cost the Kingdom of God a huge price to quell, and this time, the situation was obviously worse than before.

Just as the two were immersed in their own thoughts, changes also occurred on the other side of the earth.

The originally calm crust suddenly burst, and eight huge tentacles stretched out from it. These tentacles showed a strange color of red and black intertwined. They danced in the air, like the whip of a demon, with destructive power.

The length of the tentacles was amazing, and even from the height of the Causal Fortress, it was still clearly visible.

Their existence made the entire earth look like an octopus with an abnormally huge head, waving its tentacles, announcing its anger and power to the universe.

This change from before to after made the earth almost unrecognizable.

Those once prosperous cities, dense forests, and vast oceans are now covered by red magma and black tentacles. The breath of life is rapidly dissipating, and the earth seems to be experiencing an unprecedented doomsday.