This Hero Is Scumbag

2022-02-11

Chapter 147 Death·God

“I keep thinking, for who was born without any memory.”

With the help of Kenny, the seventy-nine-year-old Muqi raised the branch that carried his memory in his hands. After leaving the chair that imprisoned his soul and body, he forgot everything and himself The identity of Chong Huang, forget Mu Qi.

But only the gods were not forgotten.

“Later I realized that this was determined by the will of the world.”

Holding the branch in his hand tightly, Mr. Mu Qi closed his eyes and felt the rough And in the unremarkable wood, the memory that I regard as a treasure, “what the world will want is balance. If people are born with memories, then the balance of this world will be broken. There is no progress, no future, and human beings will be forever Imprisoned in the memory of the past. Like me, trapped in a wooden chair.”

“So when one dies, one cannot put memories in the soul. The soul can Reborn, but the memory is not good.”

Mr. Mu Qi tremblingly got rid of Kenny’s support, he staggered, and walked towards the God of Death, who was trapped in place by the will of the void.

“You are the god who controls death. You can knead your soul at will, but you can’t control our will and our memory.”

Bending down, covered with ravines His hands planted a small branch on the ground in front of the God of Death. Mr. Mu Qi didn’t let go of his hand. He looked like the most diligent gardener, staring at the seedling, his eyes full of endless love and pity.

“You can’t spy, so you can’t search through my memory for the plans of the gods in my mind. You can’t control the wills of others, so even if you create a true void in which to plant Under the instinct of revenge, the void still did not start killing. The void still remembers who the real enemy is.”

The branch is inserted into the ground, and the delicate green shoots slowly grow from the branch. . In the underground shelter, a gentle woman suddenly froze for a moment. She seemed to have a feeling in the heart as she looked at the dark roof, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes inexplicably. She seemed to have forgotten who, she only remembered that person was kind, kind, and loved by everyone.

“Death can deter life, but it cannot control the will.”

Sitting weakly on the cold ground, the old man Mu Qi tightly grasped the branches in front of him. He smiled, just like he did more than sixty years ago, when he first recognized the “rules”, that heartfelt, proud smile.

“The rules should not have subjective will. God of Death, I am ready to die, how about you?”

Mr. Mu Qi’s blood flowed stagnantly, His heart stopped beating. The turbid eyes are no longer as bright as they used to be, and the skin covered with ravines has lost its blood color.

The green sprout grows rapidly, it grows continuously towards the sky, as Mr. Mu Qi’s life goes by, the branch that has been with him for half his life is liberated by him. However, only Zhou Li knows that what is contained in this seemingly ordinary branch is the will of a country, the country of Mu Qi, the memory and love for Mr. Mu Qi.

In the shelter, people seemed to notice something, and raised their heads in unison. They didn’t know why, but a piece of their hearts suddenly lost. They looked at each other, tears disappeared in the darkness, and one after another weeping gradually sounded in the shelter.

“I…forgot who?”

summon Out Radish War General Xiao Ke, who had blocked the gap, suddenly covered her chest. She lowered her head blankly. There was a hint of greenery on the sprawling wasteland. She felt that a piece of her heart was missing, someone who was very important to her.

Kaya stared blankly at the decaying old man in front of her. She didn’t know who it was or why he was leaning against the growing old tree in such a dangerous battlefield. But he vaguely felt that this old man seemed to be doing a great thing.

“You have completely integrated the world’s memory of you into your soul, and in every soul there is the love and miss of the Muqi people for you. This tree is named after Mr. Muqi. Everything, right?”

With the last branches pulled out, green leaves flourished. In this world, only Zhou Li still remembers this old man. His eyes were full of complicated emotions.

“It’s time.”

The old man has no way to answer Zhou Li, he is dead. A long time ago, he had planted everything in the name of Mr. Muqi in the plants and trees in Havana. Now that the seed sown has been watered by him, it is time to grow.

“What do you want to… do?!!!”

God of Death, I’m scared.

He was scared.

He is indeed the personification of the rules, and death is impossible to be annihilated.

But Zhou Li and Mr. Mu Qi from the very beginning didn’t intend to eliminate the rule of death, they couldn’t do it. What they want to eliminate is “death” with consciousness.

“In the future, there will be no gods in the dead, and the dead can only be the rules.”

The Black Emperor, Chonghuang, hero ——Zhou Li held up the sword of power and issued the order His judgment on the gods.

The Kalis connect their wills to each other and their souls to intertwine. The once perished race has returned to reality again, led by the new born of the Kalis family, Kaya Kalis, to launch a righteous revenge against the God of Death.

Finally, it’s human, a dead human, Mr. Muji.

The trees grow wildly, with green leaves and branches trapping the dead god in them. The once arrogant and mighty God of Death, was so ridiculously trapped in it by ordinary trees. These leaves containing thoughts and memories, with the last hope of Mr. Mu Qi, completely nailed the God of Death to this world.

“You can’t do this! You are destroying yourself! The gods will not let you go!”

The God of Death roared wildly, he killed Mr. Mu Qi, but he was forced to watch Mr. Mu Qi’s life. He touched these leaves and touched the will and memory of all the people in the country of Muqi.

He broke the rules, so he should be punished.

“I guess, your divinity has been stripped, right?”

The Sword of Power exudes a chill, but Zhou Li’s eyes are calm as water. He looked at the hysterical God of Death, his voice with unquestionable solemnity: “Congratulations, Katz, you are no longer a god.”

Void, endless void.

Kaya extends the hand, she seems to be touching the end of the space, but her amethyst-like eyes reflect the appearance of the world. The endless Calis void, with rays of light of silver and purple, devoured this world.

“Don’t you want to know the truth?! Don’t you want to know why we killed Kalis?! I tell you, I tell you all, don’t kill me, let me go!!”

At this time, Katz has been deprived of all authority related to “death”, and now he is just a poor corpse who died early and only his soul survives in the bones. Trapped in the trees, he looked at the terrifying purple light that gradually condensed, like a natural disaster, and kept begging.

When she heard the word truth, the rays of light in Kaya’s hand paused slightly. Realizing this, Katz was instantly ecstatic and continued: “Keep me, I will tell you the truth of the gods, I know everything, I know everything! Please rest assured, I will use everything to make up for me I will repent of my crimes!”

“Oh.”

Under Katz’s desperate gaze, Kaya nodded slightly and said plainly: “You Continue to repent.”

“In hell, don’t forget to repent.”

The light of silver and purple swallows the darkness.

Death, there are no more gods.

(End of this chapter)