I control the world with magic - Chapter 429
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“Since you like illusions, I will give you a special gift.” Su Mu smiled gently, like an elegant gentleman giving a beautiful lady a carefully prepared gift.
Saint Jiao Rong had a twisted smile on her face, and the golden eye on her forehead suddenly burst into a flame condensed by the power of pain. The flame seemed to contain all the pain in the world, and the roar of millions of wronged souls could be heard faintly.
The terrifying flame fell on Su Mu’s body, and he still smiled gently. The gentle smile gradually blurred in the flames and finally turned into ashes.
“Is he dead now?” Saint Jiao Rong looked around coldly, always feeling that Su Mu would not die so easily, but she searched for a long time but still could not find Su Mu’s whereabouts.
Only a space ring was found where Su Mu disappeared, which was filled with treasures he stole from the treasure house.
“Search!” Saint Jiao Rong gave an order, and all the believers took action and searched the entire Pain God Cult’s headquarters, but they couldn’t find Su Mu’s whereabouts, as if he was really dead.
In the end, Saint Jiao Rong could only let it go. Su Mu was like a small episode in her life, and did not cause too many waves.
According to the original plan, she continued to expand the Pain God Cult and erode the territory of the Original God Cult.
Now the Original God Cult is leaderless. It took only two and a half years for her to successfully occupy Shenghui City and have tens of millions of believers, making the Pain God Cult the largest church in the Nightmare World.
And her life after that was even smoother. The God of Pain was satisfied with her ability and continued to send down miracles. She became more and more powerful, and finally swept all sects, leaving only one belief in the Nightmare World, that is, the God of Pain!
Everything went so smoothly that she felt a little incredible. This feeling of achieving the goal easily made her feel a long-lost happiness.
The appearance of this glimmer of happiness made her feel strange and frightened, as if a rat that had lived in the sewer for a long time suddenly saw the warm sunshine.
When she was confused and frightened, the God of Pain descended.
The majestic and indescribable God of Pain descended into the world, and hundreds of millions of believers knelt down enthusiastically.
“Child, you did a good job.”
Facing the praise of the God of Pain, Saint Jiao Rong became more and more at a loss. She felt that this shouldn’t be the case. For so many years, she had only received pain from the God of Pain, but now she was praised.
“Do you remember why you joined the Pain God Cult? Go back and take a look. The pain miracle that belongs to you has come.”
The gentle voice of the God of Pain dispelled the haze that shrouded Saint Jiao Rong’s heart.
She returned to her hometown with mixed feelings. The hometown that had once been reduced to ruins has now been restored to its original state, just like her childhood memories, with bumpy roads, dilapidated and messy houses, and… people laughing and talking.
“Xiao Qian is back.” The old farmer who was working in the field waved his hoe and greeted her with a smile.
Saint Jiao Rong was stunned, and the familiar yet unfamiliar name made her at a loss.
“Sister Xiao Qian!” A little girl with pigtails hugged Saint Jiao Rong’s legs, and her little face, which was trying to look up, was full of smiles, without any mixed colors.
Saint Jiao Rong subconsciously touched the little girl’s head, and her vision became blurred.
She opened her mouth and was about to speak, but suddenly stopped, her face changed, and she quickly turned her head to cover her face.
“Sister Xiao Qian, what’s wrong with you?”
“No… nothing, sister is afraid of scaring you.”
The little girl laughed like a silver bell: “Sister Xiao Qian, what are you talking about? How can you scare me when you are so beautiful?”
“Beautiful…”
This word has never been heard since she joined the Pain God Cult.
She suddenly realized that something was wrong. The hand covering her face was not touching a hideous scar, but smooth skin.
She quickly touched her face with both hands, and touched it for a long time, and finally her hands fell down weakly.
“Sister Xiao Qian, why are you crying? Did Nini make you angry?”
“No… No, sister is happy.”
She took the little girl’s hand and came to the small puddle beside the field. In the turbid puddle, a beautiful face was reflected. Even if the water was turbid, it was difficult to hide the stunning face.
Tears dripped, and the smiling face in the water rippled with the waves, broken and round.
“Sister Xiao Qian, Dad and Mom are waiting for you to go home for dinner, let’s go home.”
“Well, sister will take you home.”
In the quiet field, on the winding path, two girls, one big and one small, held hands and walked briskly towards home.
She remembered the purpose of joining the Pain God Cult. She was willing to destroy her face in order to make the pain miracle come and let everything return to the original state.
Years of pain and torture have twisted her heart and even almost forgotten what her hometown looks like, but now she remembers everything.
And the painful miracle that belonged to her finally came.
Outside.
Saint Jiao Rong lay quietly on the cold ground, with a happy smile on her ugly face.
She died. Without pain, she naturally could not control the power of pain, but she lived forever in the false illusion woven by Su Mu.
The illusion was false, but so was the painful miracle she had been pursuing?
“Saint!”
“Damn pagan, he killed the saint!”
“Kill him!”
A group of Pain God Cult believers rushed towards Sumu furiously. These fanatics seemed to have lost their fear long ago. Even though they knew they were no match for them, they still charged fearlessly.
Boom boom boom!
Countless terrifying attacks overwhelmed Sumu.
“Is he dead?”
“He’s here!” Someone found Sumu in the crowd, and the crowd surged again, but when they killed Sumu, they found that the man had become their companion.
More and more Sumu appeared in the crowd, and the scene gradually became chaotic until it was completely out of control.
While the believers were killing each other, the real Sumu had already left the hall and came to the huge altar before. Looking at the towering statue of pain, Sumu waved his hand.
Countless translucent tentacles stretched out from his body, peeling off the pain divinity in the statue, and then taking it back into his body.
The pain divinity entered his body, and for a moment it seemed as if all the pain in the world had come in an instant. Sumu had no tendency to be masochistic, so he directly closed his own perception, and then suppressed and refined it with the help of the divinity of the five gods.
At this point, he had one more divinity in his body – the divinity of pain.
The ability brought by the divinity of pain is also very simple, that is, the more pain you suffer, the stronger your own strength will be, and you don’t have to worry about dying from too much pain.
This ability is a bit useless to Su Mu, because no one in the world can cause him pain, except for gods.
However, he still chose to swallow the divinity of pain, after all, he was here.
Then, Su Mu left the nightmare world. There was no need to care about the Pain God Cult. Without the saint, they would be eradicated by other sects sooner or later.
He was not interested in ending it, because he had more important things to do, that is, to open the place of origin!
Three days later, in the thirteenth district of Star City, in the base of the seven deadly sins.
Su Mu placed the twelve swords of the kingship in front of him in order.
Void Devourer, Mirage, Whisper, Ashes, Shining Night, Startling, Shadow, Wandering Dragon, Twins, Thousand Machines, No Distance, Cicada.
Twelve swords of different shapes shone brightly in the dim light.