[Inmotoros]’s huge dark pupils swept around, and His surroundings were suddenly covered with dark clouds, which made His mind a little sluggish for a moment.

Suddenly, He felt His throat being grabbed—no! Not His throat! Suleiman’s throat!

Under the sea of ​​clouds, on top of the mountain, Perlis held Suleiman Agust’s throat with one hand, with red stars shining in her indifferent eyes.

“You can create reality, and I can destroy it.”

Just now, Perlis directly destroyed the “reality” from the time she became [Pure White Flame] to the time she flew into the air, forcing the timeline to go back to the moment after her awakening was completed.

Therefore, the progress of the “Creation Ceremony” was naturally reversed.

This “destruction” will cause the history of the entire Dust Star to regress a little, and no one will be aware of this regression, except Perlis and Inmotarus.

She, like Him, is a deity whose person is far beyond the world.

Taking advantage of this short retreat, Perlis grabbed Suleiman by the throat, her fingertips piercing his skin.

“Ah ah ah ah ah!!!”

Suleiman screamed with empty eyes, he could not resist because Perlis “destroyed” his “consciousness” the moment she touched him, causing the projection to lose its autonomy.

And her purpose of mastering this projection is also very simple——

“Puff——Crack——”

Perlis used the projection of the god in front of her as an extension, injected the concept of white flame, and extended it along the river of concepts to everything related to Him.

At this point in time, the Suleiman hidden in the space had not been destroyed yet, so when Perlis poured in the concept of “destruction”, the countless Suleiman hidden in the space once again turned into broken glass and disappeared into ashes.

“Pfft-“

But this time, Perlis doesn’t just want to erase His existence, but also wants to erase some concepts connected to them, such as… the “connection” between [Inmotalus] and the Anchor of the Netherworld.

“You are neither a god nor a man, you are a wretch.”

Pearlis’s hands groped gently in the air, as if she was playing the piano.

Suddenly, she clenched her hands, and countless long and thin white light patterns gathered in her palms, and she grasped the nodes where these light patterns gathered.

The angels in the sky seemed to want to do something, but Perlis just pulled lightly, and the light patterns shattered instantly.

“Kacha——”

In an instant, the entire kingdom of God began to tremble unsteadily. After Perlis cut off the “connection” between [Inmotalus] and the Anchor of the Underworld, His state began to get out of control.

The originally strange and sacred body suddenly burst out with countless black plasma, which splashed in the air like an ink painting, but also hovered absurdly, with countless twisted tentacles growing out of it.

The tentacles connected together to form a structure like a star map, and that structure was covered with densely packed eyes, staring at Perlis.

The pressure of darkness was overwhelming. As the degree of loss of control increased, the chaotic nature of [Inmotalus] invaded the real plane, causing Perlis to feel an unprecedented pressure on her spine.

But she still stood firmly on the top of the mountain, her long pure white hair fluttering in the air, and her beautiful face like the crescent moon was extremely calm.

She had experienced the feeling of being on the verge of losing control several times – emptiness, hollowness, like a person standing on the edge of a cliff, one step forward would lead to the abyss.

“You should be very scared, right? You are afraid of returning to a state of unconsciousness, of losing control in the chaos, and being carried away by the river of fate.”

Perlis murmured softly, and once again framed [Inmotalus] with both hands, preparing to take advantage of his confusion to “destroy” him again.

“But you did something wrong, and you have to pay the price.”

Perlis’s eyes became sharp, and she used the power of white flame to begin interfering with the existence of Inmotalus.

But at this moment, the god in the clouds chuckled majestically:

“It’s too late, [Pure White Flame] (ancient divine language).”

The black hole above Imhotaros’ head expanded in an instant, and the black ball outlined by the gravitational lens instantly swallowed up his body and attacked Perlis.

The “Creation Ritual” did not end at all because of the reversal of time!

7) Son of Man, Son of God (Part 8)

The moment she saw the black hole expand, Perlis instantly knew the true situation of the battle.

Obviously, the current space is not the real kingdom of God [Inmotoros].

Just as the Sirens of Upper Central City created the city of the past based on their own ideals, the Kingdom of God projected by Imhotaros on the material plane is probably just a “reality” “created” by Him.

As for the reason…Perlis remembered what her mother said:

“A being with godhood can only be considered truly fallen if he is defeated in his own [kingdom of God].”

Yes, Imhotaros hid his essence in that black hole, and the so-called “body” he projected outside was just a huge cover.

The “Creation Ceremony” takes place in that black hole, so the time reversal of the current reality does not affect the ceremony held within the event horizon of the black hole.

The ceremony may have already begun. After it was completed, the reality of the entire Dust Star would be overwritten. In that reality, Perlis did not become [Pure White Firework].

Believers in fate deny the direction of fate.

The complex existence of [Inmotoros] is composed of a series of nested rings. From ancient gods to humans, from angels to demons, from monsters to gentlemen, he seems to have countless different masks.

Whether it is “Suleiman Agust” or [Immotalos], they are just His masks.

After all the masks are removed, what kind of face will be underneath?

“…”

Perlis faced the expanding black hole. The huge gravitational current would suck away everything around her, but could not shake her body at all.

Seeing the hideous red accretion disk coming at her like a spinning sharp blade, Perlis leveraged the power of the white flame, and the white flame lingering around her body obediently followed her command and gathered at her fingertips.

She extended her index finger and lightly tapped the space in front of her. The sound of broken glass shattered was heard.

“Pfft-“

In front of Perlis, the space cracked like broken glass, the cracks spread instantly, and the diameter of the broken surface instantly covered the black hole.

Perlis “destroyed” the “dimension” in front of her, or more precisely, a “two-dimensional space”, or a plane.

That plane had no thickness, but its broken pieces still isolated the three-dimensional space where Perlis and Inmotalus were. The gravity of the black hole was terminated by the dimensional barrier, and all matter captured by the gravity of the black hole stopped moving.

Perlis stomped her feet lightly in the air, and white flames turned into a storm from the soles of her feet, spreading in all directions and corroding all the remaining matter in the kingdom of God.

The “forms” of those substances were all “destroyed” by Perlis, turning into pure energy and then gathering at her fingertips.

She knew that the dimensional barriers could not hold back Imhotaros for long. He was the god who possessed the power of “creation” and could repair the dimension with just a thought.

Sure enough, the broken pieces of glass began to reunite, and the dark power filled the gaps, “creating” a complete “two-dimensional slice”.

The huge gravitational torrent struck again, and all the matter that was transformed into white flames was swept into the red accretion disk along the flow, turning it into pure white in an instant.

[Inmotalus] seemed to realize that something was wrong, but it was too late. The white flame transformed from the matter of half of the kingdom of God had begun to fall into the event horizon, and the sound of glass shattering continued to ring out.

Once the “Creation Ritual” begins, even the Ancient God himself cannot stop it!

The concept of “destruction” collides with “creation”. The shape of the black hole begins to evaporate at a speed visible to the naked eye. The white spherical shape outlined by the gravitational lens continues to shrink. That is the concept of the black hole being “destroyed”.

[Inmotalus] A long and ancient roar came from the center of the black hole. He roared unwillingly, and the trembling notes were filled with heart-wrenching pain and anger.

At the same time, the external kingdom of God began to collapse, fragments of the dimension flew everywhere, the missing parts turned into holes filled with white light, and the breath of the outside world began to pour in.

Seeing that the white flame was about to destroy [Inmotarus], the ancient god made a final struggle——

“Rumble…”

The moment the black hole shrank to the singularity, six pairs of broken wings spread out, covering the sky and the sun, but the divine body at the center of the wings had disappeared and turned into countless strange symbols floating in the air.

Those symbols circulated and formed a square light gate, which then opened in an instant and spread to the entire kingdom of God.

“Buzzing—”

The impact of the divinity was blocked by the white flames swirling around Perlis. From Perlis’s perspective, the light gate instantly swallowed her, and then the surroundings became pitch black.

In the darkness, an unprecedented mighty flow rushed in, and the conceptual water droplets washed the white flame barrier around Perlis. When the water droplets touched the white flames, the pure white flames were extinguished!

This is a river… a grand river, a conceptual river. It has no form, only a direction, an irreversible direction.

“This is [Destiny], you and I are in the river of destiny!”

Perlis raised her head and saw that upstream of the river, the six-winged [Angel of Destruction] was looking down at Perlis. He had turned back into the human form with pure white hair and bloodshot eyes, with spots of black light scattered around the edge of his torn black robe.

“I will create a flow where you never existed! I deny you! I deny you!”

[Angel of Destruction] roared hoarsely, opened his hands, and the dark gravity captured the droplets of concepts, turning them into a torrent of concepts rushing towards Perlis.

Obviously, Imhotaros used the power originally prepared for the “Creation Ritual” to open a door, and He “created” a “door” connected to destiny.

But his power is now exhausted, he has lost contact with the anchor of the netherworld, and was severely damaged by the white flame.

The water of concept can extinguish the white flame, but Perlis is not afraid.

Looking at the oncoming wave of concepts, Perlis’s eyes turned and dots of starlight lit up around her.

There were countless anchors. In the war towards the tower, everyone shouted the name of the Morning Star. The epic of blood and tears gathered together and turned into a long song.

She was their starlight, and they were her starlight.

The Starlight Anchor made Perlis’s mind extremely firm. Based on this, she directly leveraged the concept of “destruction” in the world and transformed the power of this concept into pure white fireworks.

Then, she gathered the white flame in her hand and threw it forward.

“Boom——————”

The stream of light and flames tore through the oncoming grand flow, and conceptual water splashed everywhere, with white light and shadows refracted repeatedly in between, like a rain.

In every drop of water in this rain, there was a flash of the battle between [Pure White Flame] and [Angel of Destruction], and their results were all exactly the same.

[Pure White Fireworks] is “destroying” the oncoming “fate”!

This is a battle that determines fate. Once the conceptual fate is determined, no one can change its direction.

After this battle, one of the two gods hanging above the river of fate is destined to fall.

This is the greatest duel the world has ever seen.

And its ending has been determined.

“boom——“

The oncoming torrent was torn open by the white flames, and the scattered waves bypassed Perlis’s body and splashed behind her. The girl’s pure white long hair surged in the splashing water, accompanied by flying flames.

The stream of light and flame broke through the waves like a drill, and began to approach the [Angel of Destruction] upstream. His face became more and more hideous, and his six black wings were wet by the water of concepts and melted into black.

“No!!!” His roar was composed of thousands of different voices overlapping each other, “No!!!”

The next second, fate reached its inevitable result. The stream of light broke through the waves of fate and pierced through the chest of the [Angel of Destruction].

In an instant, a huge wave arose on the river.

Time seemed to slow down, and the [Angel of Destruction] fell towards the river with a dazed look on his face, his vision obscured by the flying water droplets.

It’s raining.

A pure white figure broke through the rain curtain, and the [Angel of Destruction] saw the blood-red eyes and the silver light.

A trace of confusion flashed across His face. From the reflection on the silver blade, He saw his own blood-red eyes, and from his eyes, He saw the endless dome of the ivory tower.

“Father…” He murmured in a low voice, his voice no longer ancient and majestic, but became hoarse and tired.

Perlis didn’t know whether this sentence was said by the [Angel of Destruction] or Hermes. Now that things have come to this, the direction of fate has been determined, and the sinner’s past is no longer important.

“bass–“

With a flash of silver light, the butterfly knife pierced straight into the heart of the god, and black blood splattered everywhere.

Perlis took advantage of the situation and pushed the [Angel of Destruction] into the River of Destiny. The conceptual river water washed over the body of God, and bursts of black mist erupted.

“Uhhhhhh-“

The fate has been determined, the body of the [Angel of Destruction] was washed away by the river, but Perlis still stood in the river, motionless.

She buried the butterfly knife firmly into the heart of the Angel of Destruction, almost nailing him to the bottom of the river.

“…”

The girl said nothing. She watched her former enemy die, with no expression on her indifferent face.

Soon, the Angel of Destruction stopped struggling, and His body decomposed and dissipated in the river of concepts, shattering into broken concepts floating downstream.

This is the essence of [Inmotarus]. He died, stabbed in the heart by the butterfly knife in Perlis’s hand, and drowned in the river of fate.

The scene in front of her folded in an instant, and then unfolded again. Perlis found herself floating in the clouds above the ice field. The last fragment of the kingdom of God broke, and the one-eyed, six-winged remains of [Inmotalus] fell from the sky, dragging a discrete black halo.

Polly raised her hand without hesitation, and [Broken Star] fell into her hand. The white flames forged the broken blade, turning it into a spear shining with white flames.