A long time ago, a Kyriarodian witch had a sudden idea.

"The existence of the tribe on the earth mostly depends on the human body. When the body is about to decay, it is transferred to another body."

"So since it can be attached to a human body, can it be attached to other humanoid bodies?"

"Can we create a body that is close to that of God?"

This crazy idea was like poison, spreading in the witch's mind and could not be erased.

Touching the realm of God is the deepest thought hidden in every Kirialodian's heart. They believe in God, long for God, and even want to become a god.

It didn't take long for the witch to start her own plan. The humans who wandered alone, the aliens who fell on the earth, the monsters sleeping on the earth, all those who offended their own kind became their experimental subjects one by one.

Deep underground, this secret has never been exposed. Until today, the god-like body has been created, and the current witch feels that the time has come.

The prophet looked at the rotting corpse hanging above his head, with corpse water falling from time to time. He had a strong feeling of nausea. This was not because he was nauseated by the scene, but the human body's reaction to the surrounding environment.

He looked at the witch in front of him.

That look was like looking at a madman.

"So you witches have been creating divine bodies?"

"You are crazy. Once God takes the blame, we will all die!"

The witch's eyes were cold and she said nonchalantly: "God will not blame us. How can a man-made god compare to a god who is a god? This is just a body."

"It is a tool, a tool for us to inform humans, and it is also a medium for summoning God."

The witches looked up at the extremely tall Kirialod body in the cave. Yes, the witches used the god Kirialod as the prototype, combined with the bones and flesh of monsters and space people to create a body similar to a giant.

A stone statue-like existence.

Perhaps, in the eyes of witches, this image is what Kirialodians really look like.

Her eyes were full of yearning and madness.

"With this, we should be the true Kyriarodians!"

"Let's see!"

"How powerful and perfect it is."

"This is what the real Kyriarod should look like."

The witch turned around and looked at the astonished prophet, her crazy face filled with confidence.

"Prophet, it's time for us to let humans see the power of Kirialodians and the form of gods."

The prophet looked at the witch, looked at the huge body, and said: "Witch! You should understand that God should not be blasphemed, so this body...who controls it?"

Every Kirialodian is an arrogant person, not to mention the prophets and witches with special identities.

If given the opportunity to become close to God, none of them would want to fall behind others.

"You should understand."

The witch walked to the feet of the huge body, patted the hard skin, and said: "Such a large body cannot be controlled by one person. We need to gather the spirit of the Kirialodians in Tokyo."

"Our consciousness is inherently unified and there will be no conflicts. Only in this way can we exert its true power."

The prophet hesitated a little, but he still nodded in agreement. No one can refuse such a powerful force.

The witch revealed her complete plan because she needed the strength of her tribe, and at the same time, she had never tried this body.

Because there needs to be a voice in all consciousness.

Therefore, she needs another status person among the Kirialodians, a prophet!

The prophet looked up at the huge body without doubting the witch at all. He did not see the mocking look in the eyes of the witch behind him.

Ta-ta-ta!

In the passage, neat footsteps sounded.

The prophet turned around and saw hundreds of Kirialodians arriving at the edge of the cave, their expressions solemn and solemn.

"It seems that you are already ready." The prophet said to the witch.

The witch nodded.

"If you don't agree, no matter how prepared you are, it's useless."

The prophet nodded with satisfaction. He thought that the witches were afraid of his status, and the witches of this generation had given up.

When all the awakened Kirialodians gathered, the prophet stood at the front. They chanted God's incantation, and pale spiritual power floated out from everyone's head, converging into a ball of light.

The witch presided over the ceremony. She took out a thick ancient book from nowhere and read the awkward sentences.

Eventually, with the exception of the witch, the spirits of all Kirialodians began to move toward the giant body, with the prophet as the core.

Bright light emanated from around the huge body, and blue holy flames also spread in circles on the ground.

"Success!"

The witch raised her head, her eyes full of shock.

A false god appears in her testimony.

Even though he wasn't perfect, he was still successful.

Under the mysterious spell, the corpses fell down one by one. The witch didn't pay attention there, her eyes were always on the huge body.

After a while, the luminous body on the chest of the huge body lit up, and then his eyes lit up, and his head, his muscles, and his sharp claws started to move.

Finally, his eyes were fixed on the witch at his feet.

The huge body made a mixed tone.

"Female...witch..."

The witch was so ecstatic that she ran to the feet of the huge body and stretched out her hands to touch his skin.

"Success! Success!"

She laughed wildly in the cave with joy, but she did not see that the eyes of the huge body in front of her gradually became cold, and the flesh and blood of various races in the body clashed.

"Uh...ah!"

Many consciousnesses in the huge body began to scream, and the prophet forcibly controlled the spirit group to prevent it from dispersing.

"no!"

"The body is not perfect as the witch said, and cannot withstand the power of so many spiritual bodies."

"She was cheating on me and I became the first person to take poison!"

"Damn it, it can't be like this, I just gained such a powerful power, I just..."

"Become a god!"

The prophet roared like a beast, and all consciousness was out of control due to the severe physical pain.

boom!

The huge body trembled violently.

Seeing this, the witch shouted worriedly: "Prophet, what's wrong with you? How do you feel?"

What answered her was the sharp claws of the huge body.

The conflict between the flesh and the confusion of consciousness made this new terrifying existence almost instinctive to survive. He began to devour everything in the cave in an attempt to make up for the conflict between the flesh.

Skeletons, carrion, corpses, rocks...

Just as the witch's spirit was about to collapse in the huge body's mouth, she saw the huge body breaking through a rock, and behind the rock were thousands of sleeping Kirialodians.

"No! You can't do this!"

"Stop it! Stop it!"

The witch shouted in panic, but her huge body had lost control at this time.

The terrifying desire to devour became stronger and stronger, and the huge body stepped into the second cave.

Desperate screams were heard one after another, and the white spiritual body disintegrated in the air and disappeared in the bloody mouth.

"No!"

"How could our experiment become like this!"

The witch was eventually devoured.

However, at this time, the changes in the huge body had somewhat stagnated. The flesh and blood that had originally been in conflict were excreted, and countless consciousnesses began to compete for control of the body.

"I am a prophet."

"No, I am the king of Kirialod."

"No, it's a witch."

"I am……"

The entanglement of different flesh and blood, the mixture of countless consciousnesses.

In this chaotic situation, an unprecedented monster appeared in the underground of Tokyo.

Finally, the monster's body stabilized, and it looked like the Kirialodian in Jun Takano's memory, except that his face was half-smiling, like an evil ghost.

"I am……"
Chapter completed!