Eternal Sun

Chapter 1199: The Invisible God vs. the Yellow King (Part )

Compared to before he became a god, Yang Hu, who has now stepped into the realm of gods, can be said to have been completely reborn.

Yang Hu, who was originally ranked in the middle among all the tribesmen, became the top god after successfully ascending to the godhood, second only to the gods above gods.

The invisible god!

The Lord of Ever-changing!

The driving force behind the evolution of the universe!

The aggregation of all things derived from it!

The formless one with billions of incarnations!

This has been engraved into the authority. In the normal development of civilization, this great god title will automatically evolve from myths and legends. The source behind it is all [Yang Hu].

At this moment, he was the one among all his companions who was most adept at fighting at the level of abstract concepts.

After all, being invisible and formless, and ever-changing, are His core powers, and are most suitable for use in this kind of abstract battle.

His opponent is none other than one of the most powerful upper evil gods at the source level of concepts under the Three Pillar Gods.

Star sea aggregate!

Darkwind Whisperer!

It symbolizes the cage of fate, the yellow taboo and artistic madness, and represents the concept of the earth with tangible and material macroscopic possibilities...

The King in Yellow——[Haster]!

These two great beings, one is a fanatical pursuer who will transform everything into opera, and the other is an ever-changing being who can integrate into all scenes.

The battle between them was reflected in the dark starry sky, constructing one grand opera after another involving different things, different levels, and different civilizations.

Under their power, all the lives they embrace are actors in this grand opera, and all the scenes are just the settings of the opera.

There are only two audiences for the opera, namely the invisible god who is high above and the King in Yellow.

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In a remote star field far away from the battlefield of demigods and sub-gods, a grand epic war like an interstellar opera is taking place.

One side of the war looks so great and glorious, as if it has gathered the most noble and positive will of all life, and is the kind of civilization that can burn itself for its ideals.

The other side of the war looks corrupt and twisted. They are the "idealists" formed by the resentment of endless creatures, the already distorted rules of the entire dark starry sky, and the underlying energy of madness.

Both sides believe that their claims are correct and are willing to do their best to defend them.

"For the Holy Lord!"

Amidst that orderly and resolute prayer, overwhelming armies flew out from one planet after another and joined other planets occupied by the enemy.

Among these armies, except for the lowest-level cannon fodder, all the regular soldiers are wearing heavy power armor.

In their hands, they held huge power swords that were powerful enough to cut off mountains, and power cannons that could evaporate a small lake with one shot.

Their opponents are the Fallen, whose numbers outnumber theirs by hundreds or thousands times, and whose appearances look hideous, even disgusting.

Among those fallen ones, there were even some who looked very similar to the Legion soldiers, except that the color of the power armor on their bodies was quite strange.

"Traitor! Die!"

Ailike roared and raised the power cannon in his hand, firing at the overwhelming figure coming from the distance.

boom! ! !

Accompanied by a loud roar, the shells fired by the power cannon instantly split into dozens or hundreds of sub-bodies, covering an area of tens of thousands of meters in front, and launching an indiscriminate bombing on all the Fallen within this range.

The Fallen who rushed to the front and faced the shells were torn to pieces in an instant.

This is also the only value of their existence, to be used as cannon fodder to consume the firepower of the main soldiers of the legion.

After one shot, Ailek's power cannon was still accumulating energy for the next shot, but the Fallen had already rushed over one after another.

boom! ! !

Another roar sounded, and the Fallen who were only a few steps away from Ailek were once again blasted into pieces.

However, due to the dense pressure in numbers, the coverage of the power cannon was greatly reduced this time. He had no time to fire the third shot because the Fallen had already rushed in front of him.

"For the Holy Lord!"

Seeing this, Ailek roared, and while continuing to accumulate energy for the power cannon, he swung the power sword in his hand and engaged in close combat with those fallen ones.

Poof! ! !

The huge power blade ruthlessly harvests the lives of the fallen in the most concise and efficient way.

The green, purple, red and even black blood or body fluids of the fallen ones spurted out, staining Ailek's power armor with a mottled and bloody color.

As an elite of the legion fighting for the great Holy Lord, and one of the main captains of the counterattack against the Fallen on this planet, these ordinary Fallen in front of him are no match for Ailek at all.

With a flick of his hand and a slash of his sword, a high wall made of the corpses of the fallen quickly formed around Ailek.

As for Ailek himself, he stood high above the corpses of the fallen, coldly adding new materials to the mountain of corpses under his feet.

Such scenes are everywhere on the battlefield of this planet. The result is either that the Fallen are killed in large numbers by those powerful elite legion warriors, or the legion warriors are completely overwhelmed by the overwhelming number of Fallen.

This scene could be seen clearly by a figure sitting high on the throne on the planet where the Holy Lord was located at the rear of the entire legion.

In the eyes of all the legion warriors, the tall figure sitting high on the throne was so sacred and majestic, wearing a dazzling golden power armor and a crown with a huge yellow eyeball on his head.

That is the belief of all the legionnaires, and also the spiritual pillar that enables them to fight the fallen ones so desperately.

But at a level that these legion soldiers cannot perceive, the essence of the holy, majestic Saint who all legion soldiers are willing to call themselves is completely different.

Under the golden power armor, there is actually a tall human figure wearing a tattered yellow robe, with huge tentacles appearing from time to time under the yellow robe.

All of those tentacles were composed of wriggling darkness and strange starlight that flashed from time to time.

The face of this tall human figure was a pale mask without any facial features, on which were reflected scenes from this grand interstellar opera.

As for the firm belief of all the legion warriors and their will that is strong enough to resist corruption and distortion, they are all made up of a truly distorted and chaotic force.

As they fought again and again, presenting grand scenes one after another to the Great Saint, a yellow symbol in their minds would flicker with a faint light.

In fact, these so-called warriors who have faith and will to fight desperately are just the most insignificant actors in a grand opera performance.

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