Pretending To Be A Boss-Chapter 751 - 95 Tang Jing Who Crushed the Divine Kingdom
751: Chapter 95: Tang Jing Who Crushed the Divine Kingdom
751 -95: Tang Jing Who Crushed the Divine Kingdom
Tang Xian understood the meaning of these words, and felt somewhat melancholic, but deep inside, he remained wary of Constantine.
He remembered the power of the Angel Envoy well, having suffered two defeats in his life, one at the hands of an Angel Envoy, the other by a judge.
Even though he had gained significant enhancement in the mining area, now easily severing metal and possessing the ability to move at ultra-high speeds to dodge Exhaustive Rays, Tang Xian still wasn’t sure he could defeat the mechanical, apostilized Constantine.
Seeing that Tang Xian was guarding against him, Constantine wasn’t surprised at all; he just smiled, shook his head, and said:
“We don’t have much time, Tang Xian.
What I’m about to tell you is the last discovery in God’s throne, about the route to God’s throne, and the Order’s ultimate plan.”
“What are you now…
friend or foe?” Tang Xian asked.
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The two men before him could almost be said to be the strongest representatives of the world’s two major forces.
Such a conversation between them would likely involve matters he was unaware of.
Tang Xian didn’t relax his guard.
Constantine wasn’t bothered; he went on to say:
“My lifespan, or rather, my consciousness, is counting down.
I could kill you right now and obey my other half.”
It was as if ink had dripped into clear water, Tang Xian felt that Constantine was in such a state, his mechanical, angelic body like that drop of murky ink, slowly staining all the water in the cup black.
What Constantine was enduring was such corrosion.
If this were true, Tang Xian was sure that Constantine would not live past this day.
Constantine indeed said:
“But I don’t want to do that.
If I did, all my efforts over the years would have been in vain.
Today is my last day, Tang Xian.
I can only give you so much information; from now on, you’ll have to investigate for yourself.”
“Now listen carefully and don’t interrupt me.”
…
…
God’s throne, Constantine’s sixth day.
Once he thought that the secret might be hidden at the very bottom, Constantine’s thoughts became clear.
“The staff inside God’s throne fortress are responsible for selecting the strongest Children of Order as overseers, who will sooner or later discover the divine signs that appear on the seventh day of the seventh month.
By the time I entered that room, my body must have been apostilized, although I didn’t know it at the time.
All the secrets I found were actually fabricated by the gods.”
Constantine was very calm; he really didn’t have much time.
As he tried to go down and prepare to find the ultimate container, his brain would feel dizzy.
Once again, his consciousness entered the divine realm.
Before he went to his own Floating Island, Constantine had always been resisting.
Now, looking at the myriad islands arrayed like a matrix, like countless little worlds, filled with all manner of joy and sorrow, the number of the islands had greatly increased compared to before he entered the divine realm.
These additional islands, Constantine knew, belonged to the judge knights.
Countless emotions and sentiments surged within this matrix; the divine realm was like an extremely special converter.
It transformed everything inside into data and algorithms, then collated them into the ultimate container.
All of human history, all the powerful talents, were therein.
Just as Constantine, after apostilization, could use many abilities of the previous Children of Order, for the ultimate container, these were all the same,
It was an unprecedented ultimate monster that Constantine believed would be difficult for even calamity-level beings to withstand should it truly be created.
But this time, upon entering the divine realm, Constantine faintly sensed that he probably wouldn’t be able to leave anymore.
The “gods” had become aware of his actions, and entering the divine realm early was like imprisoning his own consciousness.
“I must leave the divine realm…
I must see the truth!”
Constantine still thought so, but once he set foot on the Levitating Island and saw the various things his heart yearned for, his rebellious consciousness was completely quelled.
Here, he was Tang Jing, Tang Xian’s brother, Tang Wen’s son.
Everything here was beautiful.
During the day, Tang Xian said to Tang Jing:
“Do you see those Floating Islands in the distance?”
“I see them.”
“Do you think we can leave this island and go to other islands?” Tang Xian asked.
“I don’t know…
aren’t we born on this island?” Tang Jing replied.
“I don’t think so.”
It was the first time that Tang Xian in this world had spoken such words to Tang Jing.
Tang Jing was surprised:
“Brother, what’s wrong?”
“I think this world is fake,” Tang Xian said calmly and seriously.
“But before…”
The first time he entered the divine realm, Tang Jing too had doubts.
Those distant islands, floating in the sky—could the real world possibly be like this?
But at that time, Tang Xian had said that the world was just so, that the gods had brought us everything, that everything seen was divine signs.
So, over time, Tang Jing’s guard against this world was lowered.
He started to believe that everything was a divine sign, a blessing of the gods.
He wanted to stay here forever and ever.
Even though every time he woke up as Constantine, he was extremely averse to the divine realm.
