Chapter 864 - 480: The End of the Lord of Mist (2)

"To use a New God to replace the duties of the ’Venerable King,’ seal the Void, then, can they... be freed from the divine throne, can they ’return home’?"

Thus, using the original Demon Element container of the God of All Machines, a massive god-making campaign officially commenced.

Attempt after attempt, failure after failure...

She almost touched the boundary of the rules, she designed a theoretically feasible blueprint for a "New God," a blank container transformed from the Demon Element container of the God of All Machines, capable of bearing the authority of the Cosmos.

But she failed.

Time and again.

No matter how she replicated the ceremony of those years, gathered energy, what was created were merely empty shells resembling the shape, or uncontrollable monsters, that miracle forged from the prayers of living beings across two trillion galaxies and thirteen pioneer souls, could not be recreated by any technical means.

She lacked the most crucial core, that selfless "love" willing to sacrifice for protection, and the unified prayers that burst forth from all life in the Cosmos in dire straits.

This was the most crucial step, yet now, it might never be completed.

The United Front, thoroughly disbanded.

Once united, united together, hand in hand, risking their lives for tomorrow, each civilization began a war of annihilation.

A destructive, Cosmos-level war broke out, at this moment, Fuge perhaps understood that she might never succeed.

The war shattered the former civilizations to pieces, once Pandora’s Box was opened, no one could hit the brakes.

On her deathbed, at the end of Subspace, on the Altar Star, she lay in a cold laboratory, surrounded by the remnants of her numerous failed creations of gods, these "New Gods," once given hope by her, each should have been more fitting creations for the "birth of a New God" than the Venerable King, but all failed.

She gazed in the direction where the Venerable King of Subspace resided, her eyes devoid of relief, only endless regret and unfulfilled obsession.

"Dad... I still... couldn’t bring you home..."

Thus, Fuge, the sole survivor of the 13th expedition team, met her death here.

She had no descendants, no family, her entire life dedicated to the god-making movement and the anti-war movement.

However, in both cases, she failed, all the New Gods were merely monsters mutated by Demon Element, the United Front had fallen apart, and star-destroying weapons flew chaotically through the Cosmos, some even began to forget the crisis of the Cosmic Void, and started creating miniature "Cosmic Voids" to destroy others.

Perhaps until everyone is destroyed, the war will finally stop.

Fuge died, but her obsession was too strong, to the point that her obsession and the "concepts" she spent her life researching, which permeated the edge of Subspace, along with those failed "New Divine Shells" and even the original Demon Element container of the God of All Machines, twisted together, thereby mutating into a pitiful and terrifying existence.

At the end of Subspace, at the final ritual site of Expedition Team 13, on the Altar Star, an extremely twisted monster was born.

It had no fixed form, like a vast gray-white mist hovering at the intersection of Subspace and reality, it possessed no wisdom, no emotion, only the pure obsession of its creator that rested even in death:

Create New God, replace the Venerable King!

Create New God, replace the Venerable King!

Create gods, create gods, create gods!

Who knows how many years passed, the "mist" gradually developed its own wisdom, and after coexisting with this Divine Tree for unknown billions of years, it began its plan...

A new, god-making plan!

Since true gods could never be created through scientific technology and Demon Element...

Then imitate the birth of the Venerable King, arrange a birth ceremony exactly like that of the former Venerable King, through the death of 13 Conceptual Apostles, a birth of...

A New God to replace the Venerable King!

"Mist" and its coexisting Divine Tree stepped out of Subspace, arriving at this star-sea of posterity.

It will find the "Apostles" corresponding to the former 13th expedition team, grant them supreme power and longevity, grant them a future of becoming gods!

It doesn’t care who the counterpart is, it only desires to create a New God!

As for what will happen after the god-making, that doesn’t matter, nothing matters, its birth here, from beginning to end, has only one purpose, that is...

Create gods!

And this final altar was named...

Mist Council!

...

As scene after scene and truth unfolded in front of Xue Dili and the God of Order, at this moment, both human and god fell silent.

They only needed to trace back to this point and that was sufficient, for they knew the history that followed.

The monster created the Mist Council and modified Dominic’s saplings, transforming them into "Divine Trees" capable of absorbing "Demon Element" and bearing fruit.

Simultaneously, it began recruiting Apostles, distributing Divine Trees, turning these Apostles one by one into the worst characters in the Cosmos, and the Mist Council became the most notorious gang in the Cosmos.

Even the God of Order maintaining full rationality was silent at this moment.

It even wondered if its father, the Venerable King at the end of Subspace, that embodiment created from the prayers of billions of stars, when casting its gaze upon that "mist," would feel a touch of sadness and speechlessness from the depths of its soul?

Perhaps the Venerable King would not, when it was once the Mimic Venerable King, it might still have humanity, might think of many things, but now infinitely approaching "New God," having been named "God of Order," its humanity was gradually fading, eventually transforming into a being whose sole purpose is "order."