Chapter 1067 The End of Uslan

The scenes in the real universe and the warp exist simultaneously in Uslan's vision.

The cold sun always stands near his soul projection. He can hear the curses, sarcasm, anger, and words full of racial hatred from the cold sun.

But the cold sun is still there, protecting Uslan's soul from the hunting of the warp creatures.

At this time, some terrifying warp creatures full of blood rushed in groups, attracted by the fragile reality membrane and curtain.

Countless warp creatures rushed to the reality membrane and curtain, and the figure on the brass throne appeared not far away, and it fought against the cold sun.

The warp creatures rushed to reality, but although the influence of the warp has greatly weakened part of the reality membrane and curtain, the cold sun can still spare some energy to deal with them even though it has to compete with the brass throne, and they still find it difficult to get through.

In the end, these countless warp creatures changed places.

Not far from the void battlefield, but where the sun can't shine.

The creatures of the subspace rushed towards that part of reality, and finally only a big demon named Skarbrand managed to squeeze in.

Skarbrand was killed by Qin Mo, but what Qin Mo killed was only the name of a small part of Khorne's power, not even the real name. As long as Khorne is willing, it can create Skarbrand No. 1, No. 2, No. 3, until No. 88888888... Skarbrand.

In short, this Skarbrand entered the real universe, alone.

Uslan, who was struggling in endless torment, could still spare some energy to deal with it.

The prophet diverted the beam released by a god-killing weapon and instantly blew Skarbrand out of the real universe.

"I am... Uslan Prophet..." Uslan thought intermittently in his mind. Even in this state, he could still spare energy to deal with a demon that had entered the real universe.

At this time, another god-killing weapon was destroyed.

But Uslan could still feel that there were still several god-killing weapons on the battlefield, but he was really exhausted at the physiological level after persisting until now.

Soon, Uslan found himself falling to the ground.

He saw himself fall with his own eyes.

The broken body was burned to a skin bag.

Then Uslan realized that he was now holding on in the state of soul, relying on his powerful spiritual power to resist the traction of entering the sea of ​​souls.

But the state of death still appeared in Uslan's soul.

He saw his past.

Purpose.

What he did.

Ideal.

He saw the moment of peace he and Qin Mo enjoyed on the wild Eldar world called Pandora after the Battle of Comoros.

He saw his ideal that he showed to Qin Mo after eating the fruit of the Na'vi relatives, which was the confrontation between real creatures and chaos, and the confrontation between order and disorder.

To be honest, it was hard for Uslan not to admit that he was acting at the time, including finding an opportunity to get Qin Mo and himself alone on Pandora.

To put it bluntly, it was a bet.

Uslan had not expected that from then until now, it had not been long, and the real universe had undergone such a big change, even the Eye of Terror had been closed.

That was why he put all his chips on Qin Mo, otherwise he would not have come here to compete with the god-killing weapon that could smash the star god into pieces, even though using psychic power against psychic power had a great advantage.

But the chips were obviously not enough.

"You are burning your soul, child."

Warm light descended, and Uslan saw Aisha.

He was not sure whether he saw an illusion or a psychic projection, he had fallen into a trance.

"I have to persist, Mother Goddess." Uslan said, "If I give up now, he may not be shattered by the God-killing weapon, after all, he will dodge, but there is a chance that he will be shattered, even if the probability is extremely small, I dare not gamble on this matter."

"I can't accept it."

"I can't accept that there is even a 10% probability that a person who can prevent the destruction of the real universe will die in the civil war in reality."

After listening to these words, Aisha nodded and said, "Have you thought about it? Your soul will burn out like your body, and then you will disappear completely. Even the prophet of the god of death, Eveleni, cannot resurrect you, because you have voluntarily given up your own existence. In reality and the sea of ​​souls, there is no trace of your existence except for the ripples caused by your psychic energy."

Hearing this, Uslan hesitated.

In fact, he still had a fluke in his heart, that is, maybe Eveleni could use the power of the god of death, Inad, to pull him back.

After pondering for a long time and weighing the pros and cons, Uslan spoke.

"Then let my soul burn out."

Uslan's current state is like a person who has bet all his wealth and finally found that there is nothing else to bet except himself.

He put himself on the gambling table.

Aisha nodded.

Uslan's psychic power instantly reached its peak.

He had been allowing the cold sun to project psychic power to the real universe through himself as a transfer point, plus his own psychic power.

After gradually losing perception and memory, relying only on instinct to maintain the release of psychic power, and finally completely losing the ability to use psychic power, Uslan dissipated.