Devil’s Son-in-Law

Floating.

Disengage gravity and float in void.

This is how Chen Rui feels now, or after she wakes up.

He couldn't say for himself what a state it was, like a shell of soul, drifting around the universe.

No body, no need to breathe, but it feels relaxed and peaceful.

That's right, the surrounding scene is space, not galaxies in the supersystem, and there's no sense of faith, and it seems to be the real universe.

Is this... the feeling of hanging up?

Chen Rui remembered seeing the feeling of death online. These were not obtained from the real dead, but were summarized by experts on the stories of the endangered and the attempted suicide. Rarely remembered, there was extreme calm and serenity, and... integration with the universe?

Now this sense of tranquillity, coupled with the cosmic “travel”, is it really dead?

(Haven't had sex with one queen, and not with another queen, and not with any other wives... so strong and unpaid, you actually hung up?

Where's the hero halo? Where's Crystal Palace Halo?

Crazy thinking, drifting continues.

The speed of drifting feels slow, but the course of cosmic time is quite the opposite. For example, just now, Chen Rui witnessed the process of a star from “youth” to “late afternoon". The violent explosion of death made Chen Rui think of the supernova exhibited by Shu Luo. Starburst. Electromagnetic radiation illuminates the entire galaxy, forming a brilliant and brilliant nebula, swallowing many of the nearest planets and turning some of them into debris.

Another planet was struck by another comet and turned into debris and dust from the universe, which is also a form of destruction.

In the face of time, destruction is so simple.

Destruction is the end of everything, and there is no immortality in the ancient world, even in the legendary and eternal gods.

The flow rate of time is accelerating, the rate of destruction is increasing, and the explosion or extinction in sight gradually becomes a feeling. This feeling is not fear, but a faint affection, as if it were some kind of innate law, or, as one phrase says, life, from birth, is the pursuit of destruction.

Chen Rui closed his “eyes” and felt the power of the source of such destruction from his mind. He only felt that his soul was undergoing synchronous rhythm, as if there were some corresponding laws in place.

The law of destruction is in life, in hand.

Chen Rui opened his eyes and looked at his hands as if he had grasped the key.

Though not yet fully understood, the seeds have been successfully planted and understanding is only a matter of time.

Hands? Chen Rui suddenly realized what was happening. The scene around him had changed. He was no longer in space, but in another room. This room was huge, the lights were dark, the layout and atmosphere were a little strange, and there were many people around, all wearing black capes and metal masks.

He was looking at his hands, each with a strange mark on the palm of his hand, which had an ancient and mundane scent, some of which had an ancient symbolic meaning but were not the same, and should represent some serious meaning.

“Now, concentrate and put your hands on this crystal ball.” Just ahead is a captain-like cloak man who opens his mouth, sounds a little dull, is a woman, and the color of the mask on her face is different from that of ordinary bronze, showing a faint golden color.

Crystal ball? Chen Rui glanced at the translucent crystal ball in front of him, about the size of a football, with a strange meaning. Not only that, Chen Rui also felt the hostility and even the killing of the people around him. He seemed ready to kill him at any time. Right, how about the eye of analysis? Where's the super system? Looks like none of this is here?

Chen Ruizheng wondered, his body had walked up, seemed uncontrolled, and then his hands could not help but reach the crystal ball. The colorless crystal ball gradually lit up and emitted a light red light.

The surrounding cloak killer seemed to fade away a lot, and the light grew stronger, eventually turning into intense blood. Chen Rui obviously felt that his hands had deliberately suppressed a certain aura. Forgive me, but the cloak people around him had been surprised.

Chen Rui didn't smile, but felt like a smile on his face. He had come to understand - this is not his body!

(fainting, spirits crossing again?

Where is my Great Demon Realm? Where's my grand queen? Were you deported because you didn't have a temporary residence permit from the Space and Space Administration?

Is this another divine vomit?

(Why “again”...)

“Surprisingly, you have such a degree of faith," the cape woman said, “May the Lord of Destruction protect you, from today on you are a full black dead man. ”

Black Dead! These three words shocked Chen Rui, and everything around him gradually dissipated into another scene.

Despite the low visibility of the late evening, the buildings ahead still familiarize Chen Rui, formerly the Church of Light. On a scale similar to the church in Gudan town, the kingdom of Yang Rui, where Chen Rui once lived, it should be a church in a small town.

Several black cloakmen poured into the church as if it were black smoke, and Chen Rui “possessed” this body in it. In a few moments, church personnel were slaughtered.

The cloak people drew a strange symbol on the ground with the blood of the priests, while Chen Rui killed all the way into the prayer hall, pretending to kill with several light knights, but his body silently flew out an invisible alien force, attached to the statue of the light god in the hall, the blurred face of the light god gradually changed to make Chen Rui familiar.

This face is his manly face on Earth!

Chen Rui finally knows who his soul-attached body belongs to - Shuro!

No, this is not a soul attachment, it should be... Shura's memory, he is now like a bystander, the memory of the viewer Shura!

Split is virtually the equivalent of a “robot” fully obeyed and commanded by the body, intelligent, puppet like the mask of God, in the case of "trusteeship”, using independent judgment and strain to accomplish the tasks delivered by the body, such as fighting day and night, no less capable of fighting consciousness or seizing timing than a truly strong man.

Chen Rui originally gave Shuro the task of stealing the power of faith, but he didn't expect that Shuro would join a secret church that was regarded by the Church of Light as a dead enemy and become a black dead man!

After the face of the illustrious statue of the prayer hall changed, the power of faith began to flow wildly into Shu Luo's body. This method was somewhat near as fast as possible, in stark contrast to the long flow of fine water when Chen Rui was in the ground world, but it was Chen Rui who was trying to conceal his identity and steal it in silence, and now Shu Luo, as a black deceased, is a blatant plunder, naturally without fear of exposure.

The divine smell of the Light Idol was rapidly weakening and the statue was torn apart as a result. Shura had killed several Light Knights and noticed that someone had come in outside, punched him in the nose and smashed the Light Idol.

It was the woman who came in and saw Shura smash the statue of the Light and praised it: "Well done! ”

Shura walked out of the hall, the black dead quickly evacuated the Church of Light, and those strange patterns of blood began to burn, quickly turning the entire church into a flaming sea.

At this time, the scene changed again, and Chen Rui's place became a grand hall.

At the forefront is an altar building filled with scorching heat and three strange layers of embossing on the wall behind the altar.

These sculptures are the "gods” of this mysterious church that serve and worship, seemingly obscured by a strange power that Shura's eyes cannot see through.

“Richard, you've performed quite well and you've done well over time, and now you've been promoted to the third deacon to reward the petals of the Dark Flower.” Speaking was the woman whose voice was somewhat dull, who was one of the bishops of this mysterious church and the leader of this division.

Shura had received a silver mask and a box representing the deacon, and the bishop had rewarded the rest of the black deceased. About twenty Christians had been rewarded with the petals of the "Flower of Darkness", and many of the black deceased below showed envy. Seems like something terrible.

Shura opened the box and there was a blood-red petal inside. This petal is like a crisp crystal, but it is not a carved dead thing, but has a true vitality and looks demonic and beautiful.

Chen Rui's consciousness also saw this petal, felt that evil breath, suddenly remembered a terrible thing.

“The flower of darkness is a sacred gift from the Lord that gives ordinary people extraordinary power close to the gods, and now you can begin to absorb the power of the petals.” The voice of the Bishop sounds: “Put the petals in your hand, relax God and all resistance, feel the gift of the Lord wholeheartedly, and if there is any peculiar change, do not be surprised or afraid at all, this will be the beginning of your transcendence from mortal man… only the most devout believers can use it, and if it is an impure or otherwise intentional heathen, his body will be smoked away under the power of dominion. ”

To destroy the most devout believers? Shu Luo revealed a deep smile, sat down, without falsely thinking out the petal in the palm of his hand, closed his eyes, the petal gradually turned into a smudge of red mist, wrapped around Shu Luo's body.

Chen Rui could clearly feel that the destructive smell in the petals was easily absorbed by Shuro's body, although a distinctive mark was deliberately preserved.

“Having absorbed the power of the sacred things so quickly?” The Bishop looked at Shura with some surprise and nodded with appreciation: “It is indeed to the most devout followers of the God of Destruction. ”

Shu Luo smiled, did not answer, just nodded, no one else who had received the flower of darkness woke up, many people's faces showed a painful color, and two others did not know whether they were not faithful enough or physically unbearable, turned into ashes.

Chen Rui accidentally glanced at the sculptures and suddenly discovered that the blurred sculptures had changed. In the lowest level, a statue became clear.

A short, thin monster with sharp claws and a fairly large mouth, occupying one half of the face, with two rows of sharp teeth.

This image is familiar to Chen Rui, who has the heritage of the ancient alchemy civilization, but with the flowers of darkness before him, he finally understood what the “god” of this mysterious church was.