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"Tough times never last, but tough people do." —Robert H. Schuller
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? The boundless black curtain shrouded out, covering the entire universe to death.
These black lights were fleeting, disappearing, and quietly hidden a lot of things, even those ancient existences could not see through.
Downey sits on the throne with radiance. Compared to those gods who are thousands of meters high, his body is extremely small, but at this moment, he is like the center of the world, forcing everyone to feel like he is the center of the world. Fell silent.
The three mother boxes float steadily above Downey's palm, making many gods sit on wax.
Just now, Ultron was thrown on the Apocalypse Star, and he is destined to end miserably. Who will be next?
"Are you sure Downey is not from your Apocalypse?" someone asked with a dark face.
Steppenwolf's face was darker, and his anger rose, and he gave a cold snort.
Many gods have different looks, silently observing the progress of the situation.
"Tanny, I really hope you don't die too miserably." Steppenwolf laughed.
When it comes to the dangers in the promotion process, no one has more say than him as the only god. This is a process of washing the old and gathering endless diversity.
Not only must the do be gathered, but also countless timelines must be gathered.
The violent tremors continued to hit, the entire universe wailed miserably, the laws of physics began to become chaotic, and countless planets collided with each other and came to an end.
A strong sense of tearing suddenly appeared in Downey's soul. For a moment, it seemed that countless giant hands were opening to Downey, wanting to ask him for something.
It seemed that countless people were talking to Downey, but it sounded vague.
"timeline?"
Downey frowned and said nothing.
He felt that the countless possibilities in the past and the future had suddenly changed. This was a normal phenomenon because the multiverse was not qualified to bind only **** to a specific point in time.
When the only **** is born, the trajectory of the past and the future will be completely erased. Downey's past cannot be spied on and modified. Downey's existing future is in chaos, and Downey will bring all possibilities to the present.
But at this juncture, all the individuals connected with Downey, all the choices Downey had made, all manifested one by one, wandering in the time and space around Downey.
Every scene is a real scene, but at the same time, it is also moving towards illusion.
Because Downey is the only one, he is only here, not at other times.
"All your past and future will be erased, including the people and things you cherish. They will all lose their memory of you..." The Wasteland Wolf looked faint, and his mouth was savage.
More unknown beings also showed concerned expressions, their eyes flickering, and they were about to move. To be honest, it was the first time they observed the birth of the One God up close. In the past, they had no chance at all.
In the past, which one individual did not appear in the realm of God? Do they dare to approach?
But now, it seems to be at your fingertips...
Ambition is swelling, desire is burning, and a series of very oppressive sights crush the planet and stare at Downey.
Suddenly, Downey curled up his mouth and smiled sarcastically.
Downey looked at all the figures with sarcasm.
"You, from the beginning to the end, didn't know anything about me. What kind of face is there to swear at me? I don't know how many billions of years I have lived, and the half-dead, holding greed that is seriously incompatible with ability... It's the original sin."
Downey sneered, his resolute face slowly dispersed, and countless intertwined timelines penetrated his body without hindrance and were closely integrated with him.
The huge waves erupted, and the chaotic time and space made all perceptions become chaotic, and the entire universe suddenly became extremely weird.
Here, you can speed up the crazy shaking of the picture hundreds of millions of times just like watching a videotape. Here, you can feel the time that has been slowed down countless times. Here, you can personally feel the fierce rubbing of the space, bursting out a series of shocking collisions and destruction.
Time doesn't matter, because time is all chained to Downey. It doesn't care about space, the unimaginable terrifying space layer rushes in frantically, humming together, at any time there will be a collapse that surpasses the big bang of the universe.
Sitting in the center of this extreme chaos and madness, Downey seemed to have been copied into countless copies for an instant-this was of course an illusion, this was the projection of the overlap of space and the reversal of time.
The countless intersections of the past and the future all naturally opened their hands to Downey, seeming to want to hold him.
Each picture is cutting a part of Downey. When countless time and space simultaneously appeal to Downey, it is a terrifying thing to the extreme.
"Is this... asking me for the flaws they should have?"
Downey was cold, gritted his teeth, and endured great pain. He felt that everything he had was being cut by countless knives.
At this moment, Downey suddenly understood a lot.
The only **** is greed.
The only **** gathered all of them that were originally engraved on time and space, including traces related to them, into one spot brutally and brutally.
But those fragile times and space are equal to a permanent missing part.
For example, at the last second Downey was eating, and the next second Downey got up and went out. This is an established fact that already exists and a reasonable reality for the operation of the universe.
But Downey poached both of them away and swallowed them in one bite, creating a huge gap at these two points in time.
And at every point in time, Downey will come into contact with more people, leaving more traces and possibilities...
The only god, Downey, is tantamount to digging out all of this completely, refusing to leave a single trace of it to the original time and space.
Greedy and unreasonable practices.
"It turned out to be like this... I barely possessed the only essence~www.mtlnovel.com~ but I am still not the only god, because the past me and the future I have left traces." Downey's face, blue veins violently, blood vessels. , The blood that was more violent than magma was roaring and boiling.
He remembered that Barry Allen used a cosmic treadmill to travel through time and communicate with his past self-that time, Downey's will was taken away by time to fill the vacancy.
But now, even the trace is gone. If Barry crosses back again, there is only one point that doesn't exist at all, because Barry is not qualified to talk to the only one.
"The only individual, the only existence, the only one."
Downey was stiff, slowly raising his head under the indescribable pressure, and his eyes were as cold as an iceberg.
In the joking, cautious, and vigilant gaze of Steppenwolf and many other beings, Downey suddenly showed a shuddering grin.
The other hand that was always tightly opened suddenly opened, and bursts of jet black luster shot out.
Gradually, the black light converged, and an ordinary-looking black stone lay quietly in the palm of his hand.