[Comprehensive Yingmei] I cover this earth

Chapter 165 The Eye of the Secret Star 05

Time seemed to stand still.

Countless people on the earth who could not resist the pollution brought by the eye of the secret star by themselves seemed to be frozen in a trance under the wave of faith.

They stared blankly at the golden fine snow falling from the sky, and stretched out their hands to touch it, but they could only see it breaking into finer fine foam, until the naked eyes could no longer see it.

Their thinking is still unable to work, and their spiritual bodies fall into chaos. They can only follow the stagnant time and fall into the gap beyond time and space in the universe under the influence of indescribable forces.

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Right now, Gotham.

Oswald has also fallen into a trance, his eyes are blank, and he doesn't know where he is looking, but just stands there with a blank mind.

Bruce closed his stinging eyes, and forcibly retracted his gaze from the already dark sky.

He felt as if his chest, which was pressed by something heavy, was finally relieved, and his distorted lungs tasted the long-lost air, which made him almost bend over, and gasped for breath.

Then he looked at the Gotham Secret Star Church behind him.

The church is in a very strange state at this moment.

It has collapsed, but it is not a ruin. The building seems to be frozen at the moment of shattering. The stone keeps its section floating in the air, and the golden fragments are flying in the air like ashes burned by wildfire.

This is the root of the giant golden tree. At this moment, the giant golden tree has collapsed by itself, but the embers of faith still remain here.

The portal opened, and those who could still maintain their sanity came out of it.From the corner of the world, they looked at the direction in which the mysterious, gorgeous, and weird golden giant tree grew. After its sudden collapse, they seemed to be summoned by some inaudible voice and gathered here.

"Several Secret Star churches in New York have also become like this." Steve looked at the broken church and said aloud.

"The foundation of faith behind them is dying... no, it's dead," Zatanna whispered.

"I've never seen anything so stupid." Constantine said while biting his cigarette and squinting his eyes. "The faith was built up with painstaking efforts, and then it was overthrown overnight."

Is it too free and easy?

After tonight, the secret star belief will cease to exist.

"Maybe it's because it's too powerful, so I don't care."

When everything is at your fingertips, naturally there is no need to care about any gains or losses.

"So what's going on here, that foreign god has already taken care of his own affairs?" Tony looked at Bruce, "Where's the Pope?"

Bruce shook his head slightly.

It was just such a simple action, but it silenced everyone present for a moment.

In fact, they all have a guess in their hearts, but they are just not sure.

After all, they have all seen it—they have seen the pope's golden tentacles like lush vines, stretching into the gaps in the barrier to save people.

But at this moment, those vines have all died out.

The broken church door was gently pushed open, and the creaking sound seemed particularly abrupt in the silence.

Everyone looked at the door, and they saw a young man who was extremely unfamiliar to most of them coming out of it.

He looked handsome, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes swept over them, but he seemed empty and indifferent for no reason.

He reached out and took hold of a golden embers drifting through the air, watching it die in his palm.

"...Where did the Pope go?" Bruce asked.

Hawthorne didn't answer this question right away. After the golden snow in his palm had completely melted, he raised his head and said, "Go where he should go."

"You don't look the same," Bruce said, "...did you make it?"

Hawthorne smiled and said: "Well, don't worry, the promise I said before is still valid. After all this is over, I will leave this universe forever and never come back."

After he finished speaking, everyone reacted.

Strange's voice was a little dry: "...The Eye of the Secret Star."

This young man who looks harmless to humans and animals, who can't even perceive the existence of energy, is the incarnation of that outer god.

Hawthorne looked at him with strangely shining eyes, and nodded slightly as a greeting.

"Wait, so—you're the boss of Starnest, right?" Tony said suddenly.

Hawthorne knew what he wanted to ask, and without waiting for him to speak, he replied: "I wanted to take away what Alice left you, after all, you don't need it anymore, but—"

But he soon realized that the idea of ​​"taking it all back" was weird and out of line with his usual behavior.

The first half of his sentence successfully made the lazy-looking billionaire frown and he was about to have a fit, but the turning point of the second half of the sentence calmed his emotions and allowed him to listen patiently to what the god was going to say next.

"But that's what... he (me) gave you after all."

At the moment he said the word "he", a certain frequency that the human ear cannot catch lurks behind his voice, and the word "I" is said.

His eyes lit up more and more, and the original emptiness and indifference seemed to fade away.

His memory washed away by endless time and space was awakened again.

He was a messenger, he was a singer, he was a warrior, he was a pope.

He has reconciled with the deep-seated hatred, and he has responded and repaid the late love.He once stubbornly refused to take his last breath, just to pursue the illusory beauty in the world; he also once extinguished all desires and obsessions, and died fearlessly in order to protect a planet.

He is Star Nest.

Those sincere, turbulent, and almost extreme emotions are like a small seed planted on the barren heart, which is insignificant, but stubbornly takes root and sprouts with tiny and stubborn strength.

He suddenly felt a strong sense of weightlessness, and there was the whistling wind in his ears, as if he had fallen from among the stars back to the world at this very moment.

"I want to thank you." He said softly, and after a pause, as if to emphasize it, he added, "I want to thank you."

And the only way I can express my gratitude is by staying away from here.

Far from the earth, far from home, never to return.

"I don't care about human's own faults." He looked at Bruce with a smile in his eyes, "It still depends on you to work overtime."

Bruce understood what he meant, although he felt a little helpless, but at this moment, he couldn't help but nodded seriously.

"Threats from outside..." Hawthorn continued, "They won't come again."

After all, the whole universe knows who is covering this earth when the Ames incident gets up.Those who dare to make trouble can only because they really think their lives are too long.

"As for the children you care about..." Hawthorne paused, and finally sighed, "Time is ruthless, everything is but a moment, but they will be with me... immortal."

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Life and death should never be a proposition to communicate with the gods.

What's more, everyone in Star Nest is just a ghost wandering outside of history after transcending time and space.

It was Uriah, it was Alice, it was Ian, it was Abrael... and it was Hawthorne.

"Goodbye." Hawthorne said, the space-time gap opened again behind him, and countless flowing starlight overflowed from the gap, which was absolutely beautiful, "May... our ethnic group live forever."

With his departure, with the Gotham Cathedral as the center, the translucent, crystal-clear crystal-clear energy diffused in a circular shape, as if a global-level explosion had occurred in a corner of the earth, and the energy wave exploded in the blink of an eye. Skimming every corner of the earth's surface.

At this moment, billions of people, whether they have self-awareness and thinking or not, have blinded their eyes and then lost their vision.

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Bruce opened his eyes suddenly and sat up on the soft bed.

He regained his consciousness and thoughts immediately, and only then was he in the mood to see his current situation.

...was his room at Wayne Manor.

The familiar furnishings reassured him, his ankles sank deep into the soft carpet, he took a deep breath comfortably, and then stood up and opened the curtains.

—It was morning.

The sun had just exposed half of his face from the east, and the slightly damp wind blew the hair on his forehead, making him squint his eyes.

So, did Hawthorne modify Earth's time?

Did he directly adjust the current time and space to the state it should have?

His door was opened, and Alfred's slightly surprised voice sounded from behind him: "Good morning, Master Bruce, it's really rare for you to wake up so early, especially after experiencing the madness of last night. "

"...The madness of last night?" Bruce froze for a moment.

"Sure enough, it was a silly day to get up early." Alfred joked, "Or maybe you think that after spending most of the night, you solved countless inexplicable religious riddles and put the escaped riddle back into him. Wasn't that 'crazy' in that cell?"

You were so annoyed by the Riddler's riddles last night, it looks like you'll be yelling at the Riddler to get the hell out of Gotham in a second.

Bruce frowned, he searched carefully in his brain, and sure enough, he found the relevant memory of last night.

But he was very sure that he should actually be at the door of the Mystery Church last night, watching the incarnation of the god leave.

"...Contact Arkham." His expression sank slightly, "I'm going to see the Riddler."