Marvel: Apocalyptic Beginning, a High-Level Game!

Chapter 321 The God of Destruction of Universe 6

The cold dew is digging deep.

He had gotten used to it and no longer used his physical body easily. He simply continued to maintain the structure of his own world, like a patient gardener, letting the branches of countless multiverses spread freely in the void.

Rather than cramming all existence, all meaning, all contradictions and paradoxes into a single supreme pinnacle, he gradually began to employ a different approach—

Glass cannon.

The logic behind this plan is simple, yet cruel.

Rather than maintaining an absolutely powerful, all-powerful, super-universe-level god of civilization, it would be better to maintain countless minor gods scattered throughout the multiverse.

They will spread like dandelion seeds to every civilization, becoming deeply intertwined with the bloodlines, myths, and collective unconscious of those civilizations.

At the same time, by using those literary universes, Marvel universes, and Ultraman universes as springboards, they can quietly travel to other intersecting worlds.

In this way, you can maximize your survival rate.

After all, no civilization can escape the impending "death of everything" experiment.

That was an apocalyptic vision that even Hanlu herself could not foresee in its entirety; it was the ultimate fear etched into the underlying code of all transcendent beings.

As Hanlu pondered this, his peripheral vision, transcending dimensions, caught a glimpse of the two multiverse eye demons that had collided with the other side in the void, as well as Sorenson, who was hovering beside them.

They seemed to have begun some kind of subtle conversation, or some other form of energy entanglement.

If Hanlu is willing, she can easily know every word the other person says, every thought, and the most secret ideas deep in their soul.

It's nothing more than another attempt to deceive the other party, to make the Eye Demon their henchman, and then to confront Puni.

However, it's obvious that the Eye Demon, who was just humiliated by Hanlu Blood, isn't stupid.

The bloodshot eyes of those two figures no longer reflected mad arrogance, but rather deep fear.

How could he possibly go back to the Marvel Universe to die again?

He knew all too well how isolated and helpless he was at that moment. The humiliation of being trampled on like a background figure by a higher being still felt like a red-hot needle, stuck deep in the shared consciousness of his multifaceted selves.

The reason Hanlu didn't kill Sorenson directly was simply because the other party had developed a strange resonance with her to some extent.

Heaven bears witness that the Eye Demon, who has always lived alone in this world, dreams of having an individual similar to himself, because in this way he might be able to trace back to the possibility of his own birth, that initial tremor when he was thrown into the absolute void.

However, it was obvious that the Beholder, who had absorbed the concept of Cthulhu, was completely unaware that the little guy named Sorenson was actually just a tentacle that had fallen from his own hand during a cross-dimensional journey.

After countless years of self-evolution, that tentacle transformed into an independent entity.

Perhaps the scattered polyhedral clones of the Eye Demon are not much different, the only difference is—

Sorenson developed a completely independent self-awareness.

But it's okay. All these incredibly subtle changes are worth watching. I highly recommend "Marvel: Apocalyptic Beginning, A High-Level Game!" Go straight to the exciting part. The transformation occurred long ago when Hanlu became the god of civilization in the vast universe.

If it were the original multiverse-level Eye Demon, it might have used its brain a little to discover the trickery involved, and then easily reabsorbed and assimilated Sorenson, transforming him into another clone of itself.

That call from the source is irresistible to any fragment.

But now it won't work.

Even if Sorenson is the weakest of the multiverse level, he is still a multiverse level.

He represents the indescribable terror and chaos of the Cthulhu civilization under the throne of the god of civilization.

His essence has been recoded by the radiance of the cold dew, and inscribed with the mark of the god of civilization.

Furthermore, compared to the Eye Demon, Hanlu actually has an even more important task.

In this chaotic world devoid of any concept of time or space, Hanlu continued her flight.

His form trailed an invisible path in the pure void, a disturbance at the information level, a manifestation of the observer effect in the realm of non-existence.

He may have also caught a glimpse of the transcendental realm that seemed to be slowly approaching in the distance—

That halo, representing a higher dimensional order, was like a lighthouse suspended at the edge of an abyss. But he did not approach rashly.

You have to understand that with my current strength, I'm at most an elite-level captain over there.

If the rulers of that field were to discover my secrets and crush me, I would have nowhere to even cry.

He couldn't take that risk, especially at such a crucial moment in the plan.

He kept searching, searching for something that existed.

This can no longer be measured by the pale concept of time.

In the real world, it may have been just a moment, or it may have been billions of epochs.

In the chaos, everything happens simultaneously, with the past and the future squeezed together like crumpled pieces of paper.

The good news is that as the fragments of information transmitted from countless clones in all directions gradually pieced together to form complete coordinates, he finally detected the existence of that individual.

He was like a corpse forgotten at the end of time, curled up deep in the ruins of countless shattered universes, in a near-eternal hibernation.

Those ruins are made up of cooled stardust, solidified entropy, and the whispers of long-dead civilizations; they float silently, like a cemetery never mourned by anyone.

Hanlu smiled. He opened his eyes.

That ray of light, like the first ray of light at the beginning of creation, suddenly appeared before that individual, and chaos was torn apart.

The light was not dazzling, but it possessed a purity that could instinctively inspire awe in any being.

It dispelled the heavy shadows that enveloped the individual, gradually revealing the outline of the body.

That was a giant.

His skin was an absolute black, formed from the extreme cooling of cosmic background radiation, covered with cracks from which flowed the fading light of a dying galaxy.

He wore a crown forged from a vanished star, and a tattered cloak, like a dying galaxy, clung to his wounded body.

The sound of cold dew echoed through the silent graveyard, each syllable carrying the power to reconstruct reality, gentle yet irresistible:

"I awaken you now. From the God of Destruction of the Sixth Universe, Black Winter."