Marvel With Zanpakuto

Invisible, unknowable.

Indescribable and unfathomable.

Although his physical form can be seen, there is no trace of him in the cause and effect that pervades all things.

"puff!"

Suddenly, Karl's blood flowed backwards from a mouthful, and his body seemed to have been severely injured, covered with staggered and ferocious cracks.

That huge life force, as majestic as the blazing sun, was consumed and worn out at an extremely alarming speed in just a short moment, like the fiercely burning candle. The whole person was as crystal clear as jade, and the whole body was pure and intact. There were streaks of gray-white death energy all over the place.

"Ahhhh..."

Karl screamed, his eyes bleeding.

He is blind.

Not only has the light been lost, but even the strong soul has suffered astonishing wear and tear.

And all this was just because...he saw the 'end' with his own eyes.

That is the end of all things, and death.

Not just life, but also order, destiny, cause and effect... the end of all existence and reality.

"impossible......"

Karl's heart, which should have been as calm as a flat lake, suddenly felt like a huge stone falling, causing ripples.

If it were before, no matter how many tricks Lord used, he would only make people a little surprised and angry.

But now...it's completely different.

Can't understand?

Karl, whose pupils were completely destroyed, had blood on his face, his teeth were clenched, and veins popped out.

No, he has one last resort!

"Haha, don't think you are sure to win!"

Karl, who was hit hard, gritted his teeth. Although he was a little panicked at first, he quickly calmed down.

Lorde has a trump card, so why doesn’t he?

Boom!

In an instant, time and space collapsed.

But he saw that the rotten tree that penetrated the sky and the earth was trembling slightly, and the seemingly dry branches were shaking, releasing incomparable majestic power.

Bright rays of light fell down like stars, like the Milky Way pouring down, washing away Karl's corrupted body.

The almost exhausted breath of life flourished again in an instant.

"I said, Lord, you are destined to be the loser!"

After Karl was reborn, his soul became heavier and heavier.

Even when the surrounding void was pressed, the particles in the microscopic form collapsed at extremely fast speeds as they vibrated and cracked, and for a while they seemed to return to chaos.

"With the power of the Tree of Knowledge, is this your trump card?"

Lord's figure seemed to be non-existent, and voices came from all directions.

His eyes swept over the nearly rotten tree, his brows furrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but sigh softly: "Exhaust the lake to fish..."

He could see Karl's methods at a glance.

After forcibly depriving the tree of knowledge, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was squandering the little remaining 'time'.

"Oh, no, it's not for help, but for...control." Confidence reappeared on Karl's face. He slowly raised his hand and looked directly at the stars in the stream of light. Holding and resisting the force of collapse that seems to be the end of all things, the body is constantly repeated between destruction and reshaping, obliterating the fact of being 'ended'.

Even though he only had half the 'authority', he was still able to forcefully control the Tree of Knowledge.

As for the price, it's just a little world destruction.

next moment.

The huge book pages rooted under the rotten wood actually began to turn page by page as he clenched it with his fingers.

Wow!

The ‘weight’ of each page is comparable to a huge world.

The 'world' is recorded and carried on its sides and top. Whether it is destiny, cause and effect, or even the gods above, everything is recorded and carried by it.

Lord watched quietly without making any move.

It seemed that he didn’t care at all about Karl’s confident ‘trump card’.

Wow...

As the pages of the book continue to turn, countless worlds of light and shadow flicker, but are shattered and disappear in an instant due to the rotten wood.

In the blink of an eye, the pages as many as the sand in the Ganges River turned directly to the last page.

The last page is blank, nothing.

"Why...there is no "record"? ! "

Karl almost gasped, his tone filled with disbelief.

No matter how powerful Lord is, even if he escapes the shackles of the line of cause and effect, or even reaches transcendence of all things, he is not incapable of understanding.

Among the many worlds recorded in the "Tree of Knowledge", there are countless people who can escape the long river of time and overlook the past and the future.

However, ‘Lord’ at this time was not included in the “records”.

How terrifying?

You must know that the tree of knowledge covers everything and is the origin of all things and the world.

Just the huge pages at the bottom of it record the sides that carry numbers beyond infinity, and the sides reflect the grand world, exhausting all numbers.

Above the dimensions and reality, far beyond everything metaphysical, rooted in all 'knowledge', there appeared a person who had 'never been recorded or carried'.

"who are you?!"

Suddenly, Karl felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He was in a trance. He turned his gaze to the ethereal gray-white figure in astonishment: "The tree of knowledge carries everything and everything, and is the origin of everything. Why aren't you in the tree of knowledge?" 'In the record? You... are not Lorde, who on earth are you!!!"

He almost yelled the last words, and his hoarse voice echoed in this blank space.

"Are you the fruit of decay?"

The results in front of him were completely beyond expectations, making Karl seem to have fallen into great madness.

His eyes and pupils were blood red, black veins popped up on his face, his mind was heavy and his soul was in turmoil. He was like a madman and seemed to be demented. He murmured to himself in a low voice: "No, you are not a fruit of decay! But if... .....You are not the fruit of decay, then who are you?"

"Who the hell are you?!"

"Who the hell are you?!"

"Who the hell are you?!"

Karl couldn't believe all this, and he turned the pages of the huge book again.

Wow!

The huge pages of the book were turning at extremely fast speeds, and countless worlds perished.

The rotten giant tree rooted on the pages of the book also became more and more decayed and exhausted as he squeezed it crazily, and its branches continued to fall off.

And the huge main pole also had countless terrifying cracks, as if it was about to collapse at any time.

After all, the page of the book was turned to the end, but there was still no record on the last page. The person he was looking for was not recorded or carried.

Lord didn't say anything. He raised his palm to form a sword and waved it gently.

boom!

The rotten tree that connected the heaven and the earth was cut in half!

And at the broken position, it was clearly stained with the familiar, extremely ominous gray-white death aura.

The pages of the book were shattered, and silent screams and wails sounded from countless worlds within it.

Karl, as the main body of the bearer, suffered heavy losses in an instant.

"Ahhh!"

Karl, with disheveled hair and a demonic and crazy look, his eyes were bleeding, and he was once again engulfed by the gray death air. His body was like broken porcelain, covered with hideous cracks.

Even the power of the Tree of Knowledge seems unable to overwrite or tamper with the 'reality' this time.

"it's over."

Lord finally spoke.

However, his voice was very strange, completely different from before, extremely indifferent...cold.

Under the collapsed tree of knowledge, the crazy Karl suddenly looked stunned, and then his eyes trembled, as if he finally understood something. His smile was bitter and seemed to be mocking himself:

"That's it...that's it...I finally understand..."

"You are not a rotten fruit..."

"You are rotten..."

"However, you are a bit wrong."

"I lost, but...you didn't win either, hahahaha..."

"It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous, it's ridiculous!!!"

In three words full of self-deprecation, the Karl people were like burned firewood, turning into ashes and disappearing little by little.

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