Chapter 542 The Repairman Was so Angry that He Vomited Blood (Five Thousand)

Who would have thought that in the eyes of countless creatures, the mysterious, majestic, holy, and lofty heaven is actually an island.

The island is very large.

It quietly floats in the air, moving at a slower speed than the revolution of the Dusk Continent.

Under the island, there are large pieces of sky-blue transparent crystals, as if it is because of these crystals that the island can always float in the air and never fall.

Just a few thousand meters below the island, there is a layer of regular hexagonal blocks, which are spliced ​​together to form something like a shield. It is this layer of shield that blocks the connection between the heaven and the underworld.

The wide island is full of various luxurious buildings. All of these buildings are inhabited by the gods of the Sky Island and the angels who serve the gods. In the middle of these large numbers of buildings is a tower.

The tower does not look particularly luxurious, but it is simple and solemn.

The construction process also looks quite special. Generally, high towers are often built with bricks, or neatly cut stones of uniform size. But this tower looks like a whole stone sculpture, seamless, without any flaws.

There are countless luxurious buildings on this sky island, but as long as you take a casual look, you can feel that this tower is the real core.

The tower has a total of seven floors.

It doesn't look particularly majestic, but the beings living on the sky island know that there is another world in the tower. It is said that there are seven small worlds in this seven-story tower, and each floor represents an independent space.

The administrator of the whole world lives in this seven-story tower.

On the seventh floor, it is said that the supreme existence lives, but that existence has been sleeping all year round and rarely wakes up. Most things are left to administrators such as repairmen to handle.

God, angel.

It sounds high and mighty, and countless creatures on the Dusk Continent admire and worship it.

But who knows that those so-called gods and angels are just servants serving the administrator on the Sky Island.

At this moment, on the fourth floor of the seven-story tower, a figure was furious. He was so angry that the mug in his hand was crushed into powder. His eyes were staring at an oil lamp in front of him. The candle in the oil lamp had gone out.

He was wearing strange clothes, not like the robes commonly seen on the Dusk Continent. The top was a top and the pants were pants, clearly separated. Several arms behind him broke through the clothes, and his flexible fingers were operating something.

His chest was inexplicably sunken. Those who knew it knew that his heart was taken away and eaten alive by the last Dusk King eight thousand years ago.

If he was just an ordinary practitioner, it would be fine to grow a heart again.

But he was different. He was an administrator, a repairman, and he was responsible for maintaining the world line.

The body of each administrator is the supreme existence, forged by special means and using special materials. This artificial body is extremely strong.

Even among the gods, the war gods, wild gods, and dragon gods, who are famous for their strong bodies, are not worth mentioning in front of the administrators. It is completely the difference between eggs and stones.

A god, who is full of power, can hardly leave even a little scar on the administrator's body.

It is precisely because the body is so strong that once the body is damaged, it is extremely difficult... No, it can almost be said that it is impossible to recover.

Eight thousand years ago, the repairman had his heart removed and became a laughing stock among many administrators.

A thousand years ago, he had his eyeball removed by the blasphemer.

After being severely hit twice in a row, there have even been voices among the administrators questioning that the repairman is not qualified to maintain the world line, and even the angels and gods outside have similar arguments.

When his position was in danger, the repairman had to use harsh punishment to restrain the gods and angels, so as to calm down the chaotic voices. However, the repairman could only calm down the gods and angels, and the administrators might not give him much face.

Especially in recent times, the world line has become more and more chaotic.

Uncontrolled heretics appeared one after another, and the world line set by the supreme being had already become chaotic, and the voices questioning the repairman among the administrators were getting more and more intense.

That is to say, the supreme being is still sleeping and has not awakened, otherwise the repairman believes that all kinds of impeachment voices against him have probably reached the ears of the supreme.

This situation makes the repairman extremely scared. He knows very well that once he is deprived of the authority of the repairman, he will become worthless and nothing.

In the heaven, there is no need for life without value to exist at all.

He had to deal with the matter thoroughly before the Supreme woke up, and the Supreme woke up every ten years, so it would take a few years for the Supreme to wake up, and there was not much time left for the repairman.

That was why the repairman was so anxious to use some means that violated the rules to send the soul of the God of Death Benavid to the Dusk Continent.

He thought that it was the God of Death, although it was just a soul, but as long as it found a body to take over, the strength it could exert would definitely not be resisted by a few heretics.

Originally, the repairman estimated that good news might come in a few days.

Ron, Philomena, Patridge, Hefferson, the four heretics except Archibald will certainly be eradicated one after another. As long as these four sources disappear, the world line of the Dusk Continent, which has been in chaos for a long time, will be pulled back to the normal route in a short time.

The repairman has been waiting for the past few days.

But the final result of the wait is that the soul fire of the death god Benavid has been extinguished.

The soul fire is extinguished, which means that the death god Benavid has... fallen.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

A low and suppressed roar came from the repairman's throat, like a beast.

The square face that was originally normal was twisted into a ball at this moment, and only a pair of eyes exuded a green light like a jackal, wanting to choose someone to devour.

That was the God of Death Benavid. Although his strength was not particularly outstanding among the gods, he was a god after all. How could his soul be destroyed so easily? Could it be that those damned heretics of Ron had grown to such a level?

The repairman could not accept such an ending.

Although he lost a heart, he at least killed the last Twilight King. Even the body of the last Twilight King was divided into seven parts and suppressed separately.

Although the former Blasphemer dug out one of his eyes, he was also struck to death by the thunder he caused. Although he later realized that the Blasphemer was extremely insidious and cunning and faked his death to escape, he could only hide in the abyss now and dared not show up at all.

The so-called saint, Patridge, could only flee under his pursuit.

Philomena could only flee in embarrassment everywhere on the Twilight Continent.

Although Heferson seemed to have a powerful evil god behind him, he could only hide in the Forest of Elves and dared not show up on weekdays.

Although these guys were heretics, they did not actually have much impact on the world line of the Dusk Continent. The changes they caused were all controllable.

But only Ron, this guy, jumped outside every day, and he had no way to deal with this guy. He could only watch Ron jumping in front of him like a fly, which was extremely disgusting.

And the impact of this guy on the world line was even more difficult to estimate.

Normally, the resurrection of the young god and the rampage of the black beast would become the biggest disaster in the Dusk Continent in the past 8,000 years. More than two-thirds of the lives in the world would perish in this disaster, but now the disaster of the young god and the black beast is just a small fight. The few black beasts and young gods were easily suppressed by the strong men of various countries.

Normally, Dolores' storyline has already gone through most of the story. She should enjoy a semi-imprisoned life in her own mansion, and then be executed after the new king has completely mastered the power. But now Dolores has become the queen of Granville.

Granville, the war between the Spang Theocracy and the Orcs should have started long ago. The Spang Theocracy should have been completely destroyed under the siege of Granville and the Orcs, but now the Spang Theocracy is still alive and well, and even Lydia, one of the witches, has become another queen.

Even Ifrit, the last dragon girl of the dragon clan.

The original dragon girl should now be wandering in the human city, enduring bullying, insults and torture, constantly cultivating hatred for humans, and then appearing with her brother decades later, bringing a new round of disasters to the Dusk Continent.

But now Ifrit has no hatred for humans, and even lives a carefree life.

It's a mess, it's all a mess.

In front of the repairman's almost crazy eyes, countless threads seemed to appear, and these threads were tangled together like a mess.

When the repairman saw this scene, he felt that his head was about to explode.

It was too scary.

Just to sort out these chaotic and tangled threads of fate, the repairman didn't know how long it would take.

The repairman couldn't imagine how angry the Supreme would be after waking up and seeing that the world line he designed had become like this, and what kind of punishment he would receive.

No, this won't work.

These four heretics must be eliminated... no, to be precise, Ron.

Ron must be killed.

As long as Ron survives for one day, it will bring uncontrollable influence to the subsequent world line. Only by eliminating Ron can he have time to free up his hands and sort out this chaotic world line.

The repairman gasped for air. Although he didn't need to breathe at all, at this moment, he breathed in fresh air greedily like an ordinary human being, as if only in this way could he suppress the restlessness in his chest.

His eyes were fixed on the front.

In front of his eyes were dense, countless silk threads.

That was not an illusion, it was something real.

However, suddenly the repairman's eyelids jumped, and he saw only hundreds of thousands of silk threads that were cut in half, extending uncontrollably, and these silk threads separated into more, up to millions of new silk threads.

The originally chaotic picture quickly connected with other more dense silk threads around it because of the extension of hundreds of thousands of silk threads and the appearance of millions of silk threads out of thin air.

The already chaotic world line was extremely chaotic at this time.

The repairman could no longer hold back and spit out a mouthful of blood with a wow.

He was so angry that he vomited blood.

How many years have passed? The repairman didn't know how long it had been. Maybe tens of thousands of years. This was the first time he was so angry that he vomited blood.

He saw that the fate of the orcs had been rewritten.

The orcs, who were originally going to be extinct, continued to exist in the Dusk Continent for some reason, and the subsequent world lines also underwent huge changes.

This time it was over. The previous world line was already chaotic enough, and now it was simply unbearable to look at. The repairman didn't know how long it would take to repair these world lines that had completely gone astray. Even if he worked day and night, 007 every day, could he get it done in a hundred years? A thousand years would be enough, and ten thousand years might be a little possible?

The repairman felt a black screen in front of his eyes, and his mind went blank. His body shook and he almost fainted.

After his brain gradually regained consciousness, the repairman clenched his six hands almost at the same time, and his eyes were filled with a cold light.

Ron.

It must be Ron.

This damn bastard is a disaster.

As long as he is alive, every minute and every second is increasing his workload.

Perhaps Ron has not yet solved the evil spirit, but the world line must have noticed that Ron's existence has made it impossible for the evil spirit to complete the task of destroying the orcs, and the fate of the orcs will change because of this.

Damn it.

This can't go on.

The repairman took a deep breath and forced his non-existent heart to gradually calm down. His face was grim and he was calculating quickly in his mind.

Ron must die.

But normal means seemed to be unable to pose any effective threat to Ron.

Even if the soul of the gods enters the Dusk Continent, it is difficult to eliminate Ron. The repairman really can't think of any other means to kill Ron. Perhaps, he can send more souls of gods?

As soon as such a thought came to his mind, the repairman immediately shook his head and extinguished this idea.

Ron has not triggered those rules yet. Arranging the gods to enter the Dusk Continent is already a violation of his own. It's okay to do this kind of thing once or twice occasionally, but if it happens too many times, the consequences of the collapse of order will be unbearable for the repairman.

Moreover, his calculations should not be wrong.

The body of the Death God Benavid should have enough ability to easily kill Ron and Philomena, and even Patrich and Heferson. Why did such an accident happen?

The repairman frowned more and more, and he stretched out a hand and pointed forward.

The next moment, in front of the repairman, a screen like a computer appeared out of thin air, and the repairman pressed his palm on the top of the screen.

"Administrator account authentication successful."

"Operator code: Repairman."

Soon, a cold, mechanical voice echoed in the repairman's ears.

"Analyze the reasons for the failure of Benavid's mission." The repairman exhaled and said.

Even if the soul fire of the death god Benavid has been extinguished, the repairman still insists that his calculations will not be wrong. Benavid should have the ability to easily wipe out Ron's heretics.

"Mission: Analyze the reasons for the failure of Benavid's mission!"

"Mission begins, analysis time: 30 seconds."

"Reason one: lack of a suitable body."

"Reason two: carelessness."

"Mission ends."

As several voices sounded in his ears, the repairman's lips couldn't help but twitch violently.

Lack of a suitable body, unable to exert Benavid's true strength, this reason is normal, but the second reason is carelessness, what the hell is this?

Just because of carelessness, a god died like this?

Isn't this a bit too trifling?

The repairman didn't know what expression to show for a moment, but he knew that the system analysis would not go wrong. He could only curse Benavid's stupidity in his heart.

This damn fool, it doesn't matter if he dies, but he actually implicated himself, which is simply treason.

However, now that the reason for Benavid's mission failure is known, the next thing will be easy to deal with. As long as corresponding measures are taken for the two reasons for failure, there is no need to arrange too many gods. Just one can easily eliminate all threats.

First, a suitable body.

This is indeed a problem. The soul of a god will be rejected by the laws of the Dusk Continent when it enters the Dusk Continent. He does not have much time to find a body strong enough to support his soul.

And the body found casually is not strong enough to support the soul of the god and to fully exert that powerful power.

Relatively speaking, this one is easy to solve. Just tell those fate guardians to prepare a strong enough body in advance. Because of my favor, those fate guardians have gained so many benefits. Just providing a mere body is not a good thing for them.

The second one is difficult, carelessness.

Speaking of which, the solution is also very simple. Just arrange a cautious and thoughtful god to descend to the lower world.

But where can such a cautious and thoughtful god be found?

Chapter 1 is here