Apocalyptic New Gods

Thousands of voices overlap and form a torrent: "Kill him..." "The final judgment..." "Let us... Rest in peace..." The golden pattern of light surged, spreading down the arms to the neck, outlining ancient runes on the collarbone. "Become a god?" Ling Yunlong chuckled, his laughter as hoarse as sharpening a knife, "Or be a failure?" He raised his head, his molten gold eyes looked directly at the phantom of the god at the end of his consciousness, and the golden pattern on his left hand and the high-explosive bomb in his palm shone to the extreme at the same time—— "I choose... To demolish this ruined temple!