Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 646.3: A Sword That Subverts the World - Part 3
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3846: An Immortal Exalt’s Threats
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 280: Partner
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 359: Painter Gao Ming
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1237- Protection Fee
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 40.2
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 974: Receiving of Souls
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 973: Patience
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1236.5- Rats also have technology? (2)
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 346 - Better Safe Than Sorry
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 646.2: A Sword That Subverts the World - Part 2
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 358: Get On
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1236- Rats also have technology?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 279: More Dishes
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Gentle Snow After Story 2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1235- Opening their eyes
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 972: Searching for the Star Radiant Gate
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 345 - Not Qualified To Speak To
“Grab the chains!” The right hand slammed into the ground, and blood flew everywhere. The God of Flesh and Blood had never been so excited. Each beat of Gao Ming’s heart was like a drum beat. Gao Ming, from the present and the past, took the same action. The flesh connection joined the past and present.
Eight arms extended out of Gao Ming’s back. His reflection in the tiles also had his back torn apart. Under the scrutiny of the black-and-white death portraits, the God of Flesh and Blood crawled out of the past Gao Ming’s back.
Situ An’s worship of the God of Flesh and Blood was destined to fail because, from the start, or even before that, God had already chosen Gao Ming. No one saved him, and he kept dying, so he had to save himself every time.
He grabbed the chains, and the last link to the missing fate was connected. The bright tiles were like a mirror. The floor was like the sky. Two Gao Mings knelt on their single knees. They looked at each other. They grabbed the chains and slowly stood up. The chip in his left eye slowly melted away. Gao Ming stood among the maddening patients. The dead Gods stared at him, and the mutated monsters surrounded him.
They couldn’t hear each other. The God of Flesh and Blood was the only link between them. Be it in the past or the future, the God of Flesh and Blood always existed. It escaped fate’s control. Once one was chosen, the God of Flesh and Blood would always live in one’s heart. This was probably why Gao Ming could escape the cycle ten years later. Perhaps the creator saw this and had him on the bus ten years ago.
The broadcast stopped. It became the ticking of the clock. The eight arms tore apart the nearby patients. Fresh blood splattered on the death portraits. The patients in the portraits shut their mouths and silently observed the massacre. Broken limbs fell to the ground, and blood dyed both worlds red.
In the past, the God of Flesh and Blood killed until everything was red.
The present Gao Ming stood before the altar. He did nothing, but his clothes were
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