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Chapter 1077 Chapter One Thousand and Seventy-Five·"BE27·Luoxue." (Thanks to the leader "Niye")

The girl laughed and swayed her legs on the eaves. The light image projected by the fireworks was like a smart bird.

 “Okay.” She rolled down her long sleeves to cover the burn.

“If something really happens, let my reincarnations of reincarnations...reincarnations to the nth power solve the problem. Lord Old God—I will come to save you.”

“The angel of judgment is the guardian of the old gods from beginning to end.”

 …

 A red glow lights up.

 In the haze, Su Mingan felt himself being pulled by someone and falling downwards.

 He heard her familiar voice.

The black hair is intertwined, and there is a scent of lemon.

 “Su Mingan—wake up!”

“You have saved so many people—you have saved so many eras—you have saved so many worlds—wake up! You have created so many miracles—”

 “Wake up, Su Mingan—”

He gradually lost hearing.

 Only a pair of emerald eyes can be seen, which are very beautiful. She had traveled so many times to save him, and it was she who took him out of danger time and time again. But it won't work this time. The most she can do is take him away from Dieying, and the situation cannot be reversed.

He wanted to do something, but he seemed to have fallen into a layer of dreams and couldn't control himself.

 Actually, he had a backup plan.

 He planted a bomb for himself and also summoned Noel. However, Duiying also expected this. The bomb failed to respond and Noel did not come.

The **** is almost impossible to kill except by killing himself, but the shadow will not let him kill himself.

The wind blew up their clothes, and snowflakes fell tremblingly on his eyelashes. In her warm arms, he suddenly felt tired.

 …His enemies are high-dimensional beings.

 High-dimensional people...ah.

His observation is everywhere, and He can clearly see the beginning of the line of cause and effect. And when he stepped into this world, so many people were desperately trying to help him, and an entire civilization boarded the ark, including people from thousands of years ago who were also planning step by step, but...

 It’s still difficult.

He is obviously no longer alone, and the situation that everyone blamed in the ruined world has not appeared again. Almost everyone is pushing him to move forward, but...

 His enemies are above civilization.

Chaoyan couldn't even kill him. She cannot kill a god.

"Do you remember...the first time we met at the beach? Do you remember...what Alice likes most?" Chaoyan's voice trembled.

As she fell thousands of miles into the sky, endless threads kept chasing her. He saw behind her that the threads looked like twisted pythons. And they fall all the way, trying to escape these inescapable things, like butterflies escaping a bug net.

 The overlapping shadow was still standing at a very high place, staring at Su Ming'an. He is hovering in the sea of ​​​​stars and cannot leave, but as long as he captures Su Mingan, the resurrected old god, everything can be done.

The girl who was close at hand repeated her trembling words, her tears falling on his cheek, trying to make him remember who he was:

"The first time we met... was in a village by the sea. Because Alice once said that she liked the sea, so I thought... since she has never set foot on the sea with you in her life, I will meet you in a village by the sea. …”

“I want to fulfill her regret. She was a person hundreds of years ago, and her death is actually destined. But in this world, our fate is still undecided. I want to see the sea with you, so I came..."

“Remember who you are, okay, okay? Su Mingan, you have created so many miracles...”

"The night you took me to look at the stars was the happiest time in my life. No one has ever treated me like that...I will always be lonely."

 She hugged him tighter.

“We have come here step by step, and we cannot stop here. Thousands of years of prayers, and hundreds of millions of people’s savings from generation to generation... cannot stop here..."

 “Su Mingan…”

  Heavy snow drifted beside them. The silence of the night turns into a silent song.

She held onto her hope. As the old **** resurrected, the memories brought by the gradual unblocking of the life hard drive flooded into her mind. The green color in her eyes gradually became translucent and bright, as if for a moment - she It coincides with the girl who accompanied the old **** thousands of years ago. The girl hugged the revived old **** tightly and earnestly hoped that she would not fail here.

　　　…”

 And he didn't respond.

If man’s will can really override everything, and all conspiracies in the world can be exposed as long as he has ideals, then the distance between man and God will no longer exist. If this was an idealistic world, maybe he could really be awakened. But this is reality. No matter how passionate you are, you can't do it.

 The blue-green pollution spread to her body.

 She suddenly felt a burning pain.

The flames burst under the cold gaze of the higher-dimensional beings, and the long wind seemed to originate from the end of the starry sky. Scales covered the side of the young man's face, and his pupils gradually turned bright red.

 A red python flowed in his pupils, and the look was gradually fading. It made her feel as if the whole world was dimming with this light.

 The hug became full of pain, and there was a tingling and corroding sound on her skin, and she shivered in pain.

 Then his lips moved slightly.

 …said a lot of sorry in her ear.

 Sorry, I couldn’t change your deep-rooted destiny.

  Sorry, I couldn’t fulfill your thousand-year wish.

 I'm sorry, I'm not sharp enough, I didn't expect... It turns out that this road has no end, no matter how you go, you will be blocked.

Feel sorry. Chaoyan.

  Sorry... I didn't get you a new candy.

From the distant sky, there seemed to be a long cry, like geese migrating or seagulls swimming. It was as if something extremely ancient was reviving between them. The old **** and his angel of judgment spanned thousands of years and forty-seven generations of reincarnations, and finally hugged each other tightly at this moment.

 But the next second, Chao Yan pulled out his long sword and pierced Su Ming'an's heart. She bit her lip tightly and clenched the hilt of the sword with her fingers, her veins bulging out as she exerted great determination.

 Golden blood flows out, the blade melts automatically, and the wound heals quickly.

Useless.

 She can't kill him.

The wind is like a distant sigh.

 The shadow looked down at the scene and said nothing.

 Su Mingan unconsciously stretched out his hand, trying to grab something. Chaoyan stretched out his hand and intertwined his fingers.

 "I came from...Jiuyou." He murmured unconsciously.

-It's not like this.

Chao Yan opened his eyes wide and shook his head silently.

 “The name is Asastor…”

-do not do that.

 “Leit, the angel of order, serves on the left side of Asastor and is in charge of the scales of justice.”

 “The angel of death, Umbu, serves on the right side of Asastor and is in charge of the holy sword of killing.”

"The angel of judgment, Biluo, serves in the position of Asastor and is in charge of the cause and effect of judgment..."

 —Don’t just become a god.     Don't do it to me...

Chaoyan looked at his cold features, his eyes were dull.

 …showing such an expression.

 She couldn't forget this look. Anyone could show such a dull look, but he... couldn't. His eyes should always be bright.

The fine snow was torn and stretched, covering the ground with blood flowing. She almost saw a figure on the ground. She hugged him and flew forward when she was about to land. Silk threads followed them closely, like bright red pythons chasing after them.

At this time, the young man with golden eyes flew into the sky: "You keep flying, I will stop you for a while."

Chaoyan looked at him in surprise: "But even you can't defeat the enemies in the stars."

Su Lin said calmly: "If you can't beat me, I will run. He just detects the threads of cause and effect. It's not difficult to cut a few threads. You fly forward, there is no need to look back."

 …It’s more than just cutting off a few threads.

Chao Yan didn’t say much, he just flew forward...

 Then she heard the sound of fire burning behind her, and she didn't have to look back. The mixed, noisy, sword-piercing sound... echoed behind her.

She saw the white-haired young man slashing with his blade, and he was covered in white snow.

 She saw a young man named Yamada Machichi not taking an inch back, even though his whole body was infected by blue-green.

 She saw two local dream patrollers named Li Yuxuan and Yi Zhongyu. Even though they knew this was their only life, they still devoted themselves to the battle.

At this moment, she remembered what the young man once said - do you believe that the protagonist will have a good ending? Will the male and female protagonists on the screen reach a happy ending after putting aside all misunderstandings?

In the past, she didn't think much about this problem, and she didn't feel that she was the protagonist on the screen. But at this moment, holding him in her arms, she suddenly wanted to pray, if there really is a miracle in this world... Please, what will you pay? No matter the price, let's make it happy in the end.

 It would be better even if we only keep him. He is a traveler outside the world, and there is no need for him to sacrifice for this world... They have imposed too many prayers on him, and he should not end his journey for this.

 "Su Ming'an..." The girl sighed lowly.

 His eyes turned completely bright red.

 The scales have faded away, the skin looks holy white, and the brows and eyes are dull, like a real old god. He tilted his head slightly and looked into her eyes, as if staring into two clear and bright emeralds.

 Tears flowed down the left side of his face, quickly disappearing into the messy black hair. His eyes were strangely cold.

 She lowered her eyes, waiting for him to be manipulated into attacking her.

 High in the sky, a slight light lit up.

 His hand moved slightly, hooking her wrist with silk thread, turning his fingertips, and aimed the long sword.

 She closed her eyes.

 “Cluster.”

The flesh of the sword blade made a slight sound, but she felt no pain. There was only the strong wind and fine snow in her ears. Her eyelashes trembled, and after a three-second pause, she opened her eyes.

The holy golden long sword, with the hilt upwards and the hilt engraved with angel wings, was held in her hand, while the blade was downwards, piercing his own heart, and golden blood flowed out.

She opened her eyes wide, looked at his bright red eyes, and saw a trace of clarity in them... He still had the last inch of sanity.

 But it’s no use. The shadow controlled his body, and even if he committed suicide, he would still not die as long as the shadow allowed him to heal his wounds.

 She stared at it for three seconds.

 Golden blood continued to seep out, and under the thin snow, Su Mingan's wounds did not heal.

Chao Yan’s eyes widened in shock.

…what happened?

Su Mingan spit out a mouthful of blood, smiled, and looked at a white shadow in the distance.

The **** raised his head, as if he was admiring the white snow at night. His white hair was floating in the clear light, as if he was alone in the world.

 —But there is a strong causal connection between him and Su Ming'an. At this moment, he fought for the control of Duoying. Even though it was only a moment, it was enough.

 The wound did not heal, and the old **** succeeded in killing himself.

"Why?" Chaoyan was confused. How did the gods **** the control of Duoying for a moment?

 "Chaoyan...what day is today when the dungeon is opened?" Su Mingan's breath became weaker and weaker.

　　　…”

Chao Yan opened his eyes slightly.

Su Mingan entered Jiuyou on the tenth day, and Su Wensheng died at nightfall on the tenth day. After Su Mingan took Alice up to the sky, day and night alternated.

 Today is...the eleventh day.

 …

"Wen Sheng, finally, I want to make a bet with you." The spirit said: "In these ten days, I will keep trying to get close to you. Of all the people you come into contact with in ten days, one of them will be me."]

 Su Mingan was slightly startled. 】

  【…Bet? 】

["If within these ten days, you can point out which person is me, you will win, and I will tell you an important information that will definitely be useful to you." The **** said: "This bet will be judged by [the rules], and both parties will The promise must be fulfilled. As long as you agree to the bet, no matter you win or lose, I will not use any means to harm you in these ten days."]

　　""What if I lose?" Su Mingan said. 】

"Then you submit to me and do not resist any of my orders." said the god. 】

 …

When the eleventh day came, Su Mingan did not point out who the **** was pretending to be.

 He lost the bet. His control belongs to the gods, and the shadow controls him. There was a struggle for control between the two parties. When the gods took over for a brief moment, Su Mingan successfully committed suicide.

Su Mingan did it on purpose.

When he rose into the sky, he expected that Duiying was probably not a good person. At that time, he was already under the prying eyes of Duiying. Even if he was controlled by the gods, Duiying would **** him away and would not let him follow the gods. Since both gods and shadows can take away his self, what he has to do is create a prisoner's dilemma.

　　With the gods you will be brainwashed, and with the shadow you will lose yourself. Only by exposing yourself to the competition between the two sides can you leave yourself a safe place. As long as he sees Duiying's plan, he will make money.

This bet that seemed to be to harm him turned out to be to save him.

 Even if this method does not work and he is controlled, he still has the last layer of back-up plan that has not been uncovered.

 …However, did the gods already think that such a thing would happen on the day they made this bet? Even the time was stuck just right.

And what's very subtle is that this bet was signed in Daoya City, and Daoya City has a Utopia, so Duiying has no way of knowing about this bet.

Su Mingan looked at the god.

He was holding Tagore's "Birds" and looking back at him.

The wind is like a sigh, sweeping across the vast starry sky.

 The cause and effect of the three gods overlap.

 …

 White snow has fallen all over the mountains.

 …

 (End of this chapter)