Chapter 893 - 343: "Is This... the Power of a God?

He didn’t want close contact.

He just wanted to get rid of this scourge as quickly and cleanly as possible.

"Dead."

Then.

Chen Mang sat in the chair, pondering if there was truly no way to completely kill a god, what does it mean for the Divine Race to be immortal? Even the Cosmic Rules can only throw the Divine Race into a Black Hole, but it can’t completely kill them.

Only suppress?

Can’t kill?

Leaving that Divine Race in the Cosmic Void is ultimately a hazard. He can’t keep resources tied up there forever, but if he doesn’t, Divine Race Apostles will keep coming to cause trouble.

Why not give it a try.

After settling this matter.

Chen Mang reappeared at the prison within the "Cosmic Void." The Light Energy Main Cannon certainly couldn’t be used. If the instrument got damaged, that Divine Race might get out immediately, amounting to an innocent release.

He thought there might be something he could use.

It was the strand of hair he once brought out from his dreams.

He didn’t know whose hair it was back then.

Now he understood.

It might be God’s hair from the Divine Race.

Could he use God’s hair to kill a god?

But...

The gravity in the cave under the prison was extremely strong. The mechanical dog got crushed as soon as it went down; humans certainly couldn’t go down. Who would carry out this task?

...

Three days later.

"Here, here, lend a hand on this side."

"President Ai, do you think this part is okay?"

The prison surface was bustling, with countless people and robots moving back and forth.

During these three days.

Their main task was to build an extremely complex mechanical arm and... dig a well!

The plan was like this.

To dig out a straight tunnel, leading directly from the surface to the cave above the Divine Race.

Then, to send God’s hair down using the mechanical arm.

And form a hanging noose with God’s hair.

Attempting to strangle this Divine Race...

It sounded a bit outlandish.

Even the Cosmic Rules can’t kill the Divine Race, so how could they possibly be killed?

"It’s useless,"

Qiuya stood by, watching everything busy in front of him, and said helplessly, "The Divine Race can’t be killed. The only way they can die is the annihilation of the universe, they live and die with it."

"This is all a waste of effort."

"Absolutely impossible to kill."

"Qiuya."

Chen Mang smiled and turned to Qiuya, "Have you ever killed a god?"

"No."

"Where did you hear that the Divine Race couldn’t be killed?"

"From my father."

"Has your father killed a god?"

"He tried, didn’t succeed."

"So your father can say that gods can’t be killed because he tried."

Chen Mang continued to smile, "What I mean is, our understanding of this world shouldn’t just rely on hearsay, we should try it ourselves, even if we know there’s no result, after trying it, we can have a more precise conclusion in our own hearts, right?"

Just then—

Ai strode over, "Train Captain, everything is ready."

"Alright."

Chen Mang seriously took the control handle for the mechanical arm from Ai. The plan was extremely simple. The purpose of the mechanical arm was simply to send down ’God’s hair.’ Whether it could work or not depended on whether ’God’s hair’ could harm the god.

It sounded quite unbelievable.

A snake can’t be poisoned by its own venom.

But...

Most poisonous creatures are immune to many toxins, but if the organ storing their venom leaks, they will quickly suffer organ failure and die.

He always believed that if a creature had no flaws, its greatest flaw must be in its traits.

He must try.

He has never liked eating coriander.

It’s not what others said.

But because after trying it himself, he realized he’d rather eat feces than touch that stuff, he came to this conclusion.

"Hearsay" is one way to understand this world.

But the recognition of this world shouldn’t entirely come from hearsay.

...

The next moment—

As the mechanical arm slowly descended along the well wall into the cave, it didn’t take long for it to reach the top of the cave, unable to go further. Below was a high-gravity space; if the arm continued, it would instantly be crushed to pieces.

Through the camera on the mechanical arm.

Chen Mang clearly saw the scene inside the cave and pressed the long button on the side of the handle.

The head of the mechanical arm opened, and a strand of hair slowly fell.

Floating down through the air.

The Divine Race, pinned to the pillar, was now gazing upward with a ferocious look, angrily roaring, with strange purple light flickering in their eyes.

"I’ve always been good at claw machines."

Chen Mang held his breath, performing fine operations, constantly adjusting the angle of the hair. After several attempts.

Finally.

The loop formed by the other end of the hair successfully slipped over the Divine Race’s neck below.

"Perfect!"

He let out a long breath.

Then he vigorously pushed the control lever, and the mechanical arm rose rapidly. The arm was mounted under the Constant Star Train, and as the train ascended rapidly, the hair was continuously being elongated.

This hair was very peculiar.

Before reaching a certain point, it would extend infinitely.

Soon.

As the Constant Star Train reached a certain height, the hair could no longer extend. It had reached its limit. Yet the train continued to gently ascend.

The next moment—

Chen Mang saw the Divine Race pinned to the pillar below, struggling like being hung, furiously roaring, unable to free themselves.

"Does it seem to work?"