Protagonist: He is not me.
The town on the other side completely disappeared into the darkness. The two mages, who had barely completed their spells, collapsed to the ground, almost collapsing. Xiu left the stunned Eric and did not hesitate to return to the city. In the palace, the consul looked at the amount of light elements Xiu took out with a pale face. When his men whispered a few words to him, the last trace of blood on the consul's face disappeared. The governor was surprised to see so many boxes. After a short moment of surprise, he praised Xiu. In contrast, Eric, who did not go to collect light elements, was reprimanded by the governor. The governor deprived Eric of one of his feathers and gave it to Xiu as a punishment and encouragement.
Eric only had two and a half feathers left. Although Xiu did not know what would happen if he lost all his feathers, it should not be a good end. The governor was forcing them to collect light elements. Du Ze inexplicably felt pity for them. Did these Tian Clan really not realize that at the same time that excessive oppression brought them temporary benefits, it would also bring them destruction?
That night, the consul of the Third Heaven rebelled. He gathered a large group of people and tried to put the celestials to death. The reason for the consul's fall was simple and bitter. He had endured in the Third Heaven for so long and the death of his son was the last straw that broke his back. Xiu told Du Ze this the next day. When the rebellion broke out, Du Ze's headphones were out of power. After listening to Xiu's retelling, Du Ze finally understood why Eric was so moved when the consul shouted at them. He could even imagine how the Son of Light would feel when the consul fell because of his son's death.
The rebellion ended before midnight. Most of the fallen in the Third Heaven were ordinary civilians. Only a small number of them were warriors. The most powerful among them was only a Great Swordsman. Against the celestials, who were all at the Sword Saint level, it was like hitting a stone with an egg. Compared to the total destruction of the fallen, only one-sixth of the celestials' guards died. The next morning, a new group of celestial guards arrived to make up for the loss.
Didn't we agree to be each other's angels? How can you break the rules and make up for the number of celestials!
"Before, a guard died in the Second Heaven, and the next day a new one came." Compared to Du Ze's uneasiness, Xiu was exceptionally calm. "We must deal with them once and for all."
Well, the Moe Lord had already noticed this and had already included it in his plan. Du Ze decided to be a silly, cute reader. He would leave the important matter of destroying the small Governor Boss and saving the world to the Moe Lord.
After breakfast in the lifeless palace, a celestial guard appeared and informed Xiu of their next destination: except for the first layer of heaven, which had become a land of death, the caravan had gone through all the layers of heaven, so they would bypass the second layer of heaven and return the same way they came. In other words, their next destination would be the fourth layer of heaven.
Xiu didn't seem surprised to hear this news. After the guard retreated, he grinned at Du Ze. "I guarantee that when we reach the Fourth Heaven, that guy will still ask us to collect light."
"Because the First and Second Heavens have not been handed over to the Radiant Sect, there are still a lot of carriages that are not full yet. From today onwards, you will make up for the missing parts. This is the permission for full expropriation. " Under the pale face of the Fourth Heaven's Consul, the Governor sat on the main seat and said.
The Moe Lord's foresight was truly incredible. Du Ze wanted to kneel down. Was it an illusion? Why did he feel that the Governor also wanted them to force other people to rebel against the angels?
The Governor's authorization was straightforward and Xiu readily agreed. Soon, they were once again on the road to full expropriation. This time, Eric didn't follow them. He didn't even participate in the regular main plot. Du Ze had only seen Eric once when he arrived at the Fourth Heaven. The Son of God who had just gotten out of the carriage looked very haggard. His expression reminded Du Ze of a trapped beast that wanted to break out of its cage but couldn't bear to part with its material life.
Without Eric's interference, Xiu's plan went very smoothly. The Fourth Heaven had been over-expropriated by the Consul before, so when Xiu expropriated it again, the backlash was even more violent. At first, there would be one rebellion in every three towns or so. Later, almost every town that was expropriated would rebel. Now, Du Ze roughly glanced around. He and Xiu were surrounded by layers upon layers of fallen ones, if not more than five thousand, then there were at least three thousand. They were still on the road when they were attacked by this group of fallen people. The Moe Lord's act of expropriating the entire Fourth Heaven must have forced the entire Fourth Heaven to rebel.
Under the overwhelming numbers, the Consul's men could only hold on for a moment before they were all killed. Xiu turned into a silver dragon and protected Du Ze under his giant wings. He didn't run away or hide, just lay in place, letting the fallen people cut him with their weapons. Du Ze, who couldn't see what was going on outside, was anxious. He missed Old John very much. That loyal mechanical puppet would certainly be able to help the Moe Lord at this time. He hadn't seen Old John for a long time. The last time he saw him was five days ago. After that, could it be that Old John had been frozen in the space ring by the Moe Lord?
After Xiu completed his Draconic magic, there was no longer any suspense in this war. Whether it was hundreds or thousands of people, under the huge gray magic array, they would be erased from the world in just a moment. The battlefield was empty except for a few corpses of the Archon's men. Xiu rested for a while – the number of large-scale spells he had used today even made him feel tired – then he grabbed the Treasure Chest of Light and brought Du Ze back to the palace.
Before descending from the sky, Du Ze saw something strange happening in the palace below. There seemed to be a rebellion here not long ago. The corpses of the fallen could be seen everywhere, occasionally mixed with one or two angel corpses. Du Ze and Xiu quickly found the governor and Eric in the main hall. The Consul of the Fourth Heaven was kneeling in front of them, trembling like a sieve.
"My, my Lord … I, I, I really didn't know this would happen …"
Seeing that Xiu had returned with the Light Chest, the governor let out a sigh and then praised Xiu as if the corpses in the hall were insignificant decorations: "You did a good job today. Tomorrow, go to the Fifth Heaven and continue."
Hearing the governor's words, Eric could no longer bear it and burst out.
"Haven't you noticed?" Eric glared at the Viceroy. "You will only make more and more people rebel against you – sooner or later, you will be killed by them!"
He said it out loud! My nemesis Jun actually told me the truth just like that!?
"Oh." Du Ze heard Xiu sneer. What made Du Ze even more frightened was the governor's reaction. Hearing Eric's words, the governor's face sank.
"Do you think these inferior creatures can do us any harm? Nonsense. "The governor disdainfully waved his hand and transferred one of Eric's feathers to Xiu's body. "You did not complete your task today. You should learn more from him."
Du Ze … Du Ze suddenly felt that he was too naive to worry about the Light Chest. The arrogance of the angels has penetrated deep into their bones, it is simply incurable. In the face of such a governor, Eric did not know what to do. He looked at the governor, then at Xiu. Finally, he gave up and closed his eyes, no longer saying anything.
The governor was in a good mood and let the Consul of the Fourth Heaven go, but at this time, the Consul was just an empty shell. Almost all the people in the Fourth Heaven had died in the rebellion, and the Tian Clan had sacrificed about a quarter of their guards. The number of martial artists in the Fourth Heaven was several times that of the Third Heaven, and there were also several Swordsmen and Magicians. As the number of Heavens increases, there will be more and more creatures living in them and their strength will become stronger and stronger. Du Ze can imagine that in the Eighth Heaven, there will be a number of Divine Magicians and War Gods. According to the Moe Lord's plan, as long as the Eighth Heaven is forced to rebel, the angels will not be able to resist and the instance will basically be cleared.
However, Du Ze was wrong. Xiu did not think that the Eighth Heaven would be broken. In the Fifth Heaven, Xiu has forced the governor and his party into a dead end.
After the Fifth Heaven was authorized by the governor, Xiu, as usual, completely expropriated the villages and towns along the way. The conditions of the Fifth Heaven are much better than those of the previous Heavens. Once all the light is taken away, the psychological impact of the Fifth Heaven is particularly great. Therefore, Xiu only went to a few places before all the creatures in the Fifth Heaven retaliated. In the face of a large number of fallen people, Xiu did not choose to fight this time. He flew back to the palace with Du Ze and pulled the hatred of all the people in the Fifth Heaven.
Seeing that Xiu had returned, the governor did not have time to launch an attack and had to face the rebellion of the entire Fifth Heaven. The rebellion lasted from afternoon until evening. Du Ze, Xiu, Eric and the governor were protected by the angel guards in the carriage. As time went on, the sounds of the riots in the distance became smaller and smaller. When the moon rose to the highest point, the angels paid a great price and finally quelled the rebellion in the Fifth Heaven. At this moment, there were less than half of the celestials left.
The governor let out a sigh of relief and was ready to settle accounts with Xiu, but the moment he turned around, he saw the scarlet eyes of the silver-haired youth. He could not help but be stunned.
In the night, even the corners of Xiu's mouth were curled up with the taste of blood. He clapped his hands, as if waiting for a more wonderful performance.
"It's not over yet."
The light of magic lit up in the night. Du Ze once again saw the familiar magic array. This time, it was not in the air, but on the ground! It was as if an invisible hand was carefully drawing neat gray lines on the empty space in front of them. When the outermost circle was connected, the runes of the magic circle lit up in gray light from the outside to the inside. Layers upon layers of light undulated like shallow waves, vaguely revealing countless black shadows. Those black shadows became more and more obvious, more and more solid. When all the runes lit up, countless fallen people appeared in front of everyone. Old John, whom they hadn't seen for a long time, stood at the forefront, smiling and waving to them.
Du Ze sluggishly turned his eyes and glanced at the endless fallen people. He had an impression of all of them. They were the fallen who had been destroyed by Xiu's magic array during the expropriation process – wait, Du Ze suddenly remembered a very important thing. How could he forget that the silver dragon was best at spatial magic?
– The huge gray magic array was not an offensive spell at all, it was a transmission magic array!
"You …" Eric stared blankly at the scene before him. His voice was filled with disbelief. "So you didn't kill them …?"
"Why would I kill them?" Xiu asked, seeming to be the greatest taunt to the questioner.
His excitement was like a pot of boiling water, boiling and overflowing. Du Ze couldn't help but reach out and grab Xiu's sleeve. This man did not kill any of the people. All he did was use magic to transfer the fallen people and gather their strength little by little.
Du Ze's outstretched hand was almost instantly noticed by the other party. Xiu grabbed Du Ze's hand and held it tightly. Du Ze stared at the hands of the two people. The heat from Xiu's palm was no longer as cold as before.
This was the Xiu he believed in. Although he was somewhat vengeful, he was no longer the protagonist of "Mixed Blood" who would willfully kill people.
The fallen people who were transported by the magic array did not hesitate to collide with the outermost guards of the celestial race. The sounds of fighting once again rang through the night sky. Old John crossed the battlefield and came to Xiu's side. Mechanical puppets have always been regarded as inanimate objects by the god tower, so neither the celestials nor the fallen people attacked him.
"Little master." Old John smiled at Xiu and said: "I have distributed the equipment according to your instructions. After some simple training, they can basically use it."
Du Ze looked at the colorful armor and weapons of the fallen people and lit a candle for the celestials from the bottom of his heart. The Moe Lord of the gnome bloodline is an existence that can produce divine weapons – even if they are not divine weapons, they are at least quasi-divine weapons! Remember the silver sword that was said to be just a test in the weapons competition? Even if an ordinary person equipped with a divine weapon cannot defeat a Sword Saint, what about ten, a hundred, a thousand? The number of fallen people who were transported by Xiu is almost ten thousand, not to mention that the celestials are now exhausted.
The balance of the war has clearly tilted in favor of the fallen people. The governor trembled and pointed at Xiu: "You, what do you want to do …!?"
"The same as what you want to do." Xiu did not hide his killing intent: "Force everyone to rebel and let them kill the people 'I' want to kill."
Even though Xiu did not explicitly say who the target was, everyone's eyes were focused on the governor. The governor, who was the focus of everyone's attention, was even more anxious. He looked at the melee in front of him and then at the sky. He had never wanted to see the light as much as he did at this moment – as long as the sky was bright, the reinforcements of the celestials would come.
However, Xiu would not give the governor a chance. One by one, the celestials fell, but the magic array continued to send new people. Finally, the first fallen person broke through the line of defense of the guards. He looked at the four people in the circle and did not hesitate to choose the brightest person as his primary target.
"Quick, quickly destroy him!"
With the help of the guards around him, the fallen person was quickly dealt with, but more and more fell people were about to break through the line of defense. After being attacked several times in a row, the governor finally put down his pride and asked Xiu for help. "You just want to pass the test, right? I'll give you the feather, you get these people out of here! "
Huh …? Du Ze thought the governor's words were a bit strange, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. Xiu stared at the governor for a moment, then grinned: "Sounds like a good proposal."
The governor breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that the line of defense of the celestials was collapsing faster and faster, the governor no longer hesitated and gave most of his feathers to Xiu. At this time, Xiu had more feathers than the governor and Eric combined. Not surprisingly, Xiu has met the requirements to pass the test.
But in the governor's hopeful eyes, Xiu did not send the fallen away. The governor could not help but remind him: "Why haven't you …?"
"That's a good proposal." A trace of sarcasm rippled across Xiu's mouth. "But, did I agree?"
The governor was completely stunned. Du Ze felt deep sympathy from the bottom of his heart. This almost deceiving behavior is too much like a villain. In general, the protagonist is deceived by the small boss and then roars: "How can you go back on your word!" But now the small boss is being forced by the Moe Lord to complain: "How can you do this!" Du Ze felt that he must be broken. Why does he feel so good?
While they were talking, the battle had entered a white-hot stage. Both the fallen and the celestials were desperately fighting. Eric, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke: "Stop it. You have achieved your goal. Don't make unnecessary sacrifices."
"Oh …" Xiu chuckled. "Do you want to 'save the world' again?"
"You are not the only one who is saving people, Lord Son of God." Xiu's voice was like a sigh of ridicule. He stretched out his hand and pointed to the fallen and the celestials who were fighting.
"You are saving the celestials, and I am saving those who are dominated by the celestials."
Hearing Xiu's words, Eric's green eyes lit up with anger.
"You are forcing them, using them to kill the celestials, and you say you are saving people?!"
"Yes, I am using them." Xiu did not hesitate to admit. "But do you want to say that giving them light and letting them stop fighting is salvation?" Xiu smiled. "Your Excellency Son of God of the Temple of Light, you give them light to eliminate their resentment, so that they will be grateful until the next expropriation of the celestials. You let them stop fighting to reduce their sacrifices, so that they will live in the dark until the celestials recover their strength."
"You are not so much redeeming the civilians as you are protecting the celestials." Xiu glanced at the bewildered governor. "Even if you pointed your sword at him, you never really wanted to kill him; even if you wanted to help these civilians, you never wanted to let other creatures overthrow the rule of the celestials."
"Because in your mind, the celestials are 'good' – they are the messengers of the Light God."
"…!"
Eric wanted to refute something, but a new fallen who rushed in interrupted him. The fallen also swept a circle and then attacked Xiu, who had the most feathers at this time, but was stopped by Old John halfway. The fallen maintained a certain respect for the brown-haired man who provided them with equipment. He stopped and looked at Old John with a puzzled expression.
"There's still a little time before dawn." Old John pointed to the carriage not far away and kindly suggested: "If I were you, I would move the spoils of war before the reinforcements of the celestials arrive, rather than provoke some people who should not be provoked."
The fallen hesitated, but when he recognized that the target of his attack was the silver-haired young man who could destroy everyone with a large magic array, he decisively turned and ran to the carriage.
When the carriage was lifted and light illuminated half the night sky, there was a strange pause on the battlefield. All the fallen stared at the source of the light. Even if the celestials cut them with their weapons, they were reluctant to look away for a long time.
"For the light."
No one knew who shouted it. All the fallen were going crazy. Their eyes were full of tears and they rushed to the light like a group of moths to a flame. "For the light!"
The front line of the celestials completely collapsed, and the remaining celestial guards were swallowed up by the crazy fallen. Everyone rushed to the third column of the carriages. As more and more carriages were lifted, the bright, warm light illuminated every face that was crying with ecstasy.
Under the light, Xiu smiled and said his last words to Eric.
"You have always protected the 'light'. I have not only protected the 'light'. This is the essential difference between you and me."
***
"How many days has it been today?"
Alice, who was helping Violet tie up her hair, thought for a moment and replied: "The stars have turned."
"Why haven't they come back yet?" Enoch wailed and looked at the carriages at the city gate and began to come up with ideas. "Why don't we sneak into those chariots tomorrow? Haven't there been some chariots going out in the last few days?"
"When are we leaving?"
Enoch looked at Moore in horror. He wanted to make a joke, but he did not expect Moore to take it seriously. What made Enoch even more horrified was that Rachel also agreed with a serious face: "I observed their shift change time. The time before dawn is the most suitable."
Gold Dragon Leon, who was some distance away from them, frequently looked at them and seemed very interested in participating in this plan.
What stopped this crazy plan was that the city gate suddenly opened. A group of celestial guards in chariots surrounded a carriage and flew in. Enoch's eyes were the sharpest. "Huh? Isn't that the person who went out today … Du Ze! I see Du Ze! "
Du Ze had just gotten out of the carriage when he saw the short-haired thief running over. He wanted to say hello but then he saw something and fell into a daze.
"– Who is this silver-haired brother?"
Xiu was too lazy to pay attention to Enoch, the fool. He opened his space ring and released Old John. Now, except for Moore, who had already seen the silver dragon, everyone knew that the silver-haired, red-eyed, fin-eared dragon was Xiu.
Enoch could not help but pull Lavella's sleeve. "Xiu, what does Xiu look like?"
"Demons, undead, humans, elves, beasts, gnomes, dragons." Lavella carefully counted: "The eight races seem to be almost complete."
"We're still missing the celestials." Alice smiled and filled in for her sister.
Enoch slightly closed his gaping mouth. "Well, this thief always feels that in the near future, Brother Xiu will become a celestial …"
While they were talking and laughing, a celestial came over respectfully.
"Lord Xiu, please come with me. We are going to the Ninth Heaven for the ceremony of appointment. Under the Light God's blessing, you will become the new governor. "
Aiya, they can finally go see the Light God, that tsundere Boss! Du Ze was touched by the feeling of a daughter-in-law who had worked hard for many years. The celestial quest was almost a part of his lifetime.
"Wait a minute."
As the group was about to leave, there was a shout from behind. Du Ze looked back and saw Gold Dragon Leon rushing towards them. Because he couldn't find Eric, the middle-aged man looked very anxious.
"Where's Eric?" Leon became more and more anxious, his voice involuntarily roaring: "Why didn't he come back!"
There was only one carriage coming back, and there was no one else but Du Ze and Xiu. Xiu glanced at Eric's contract partner, his eyes dark red.
"Why are you questioning me – do you think I killed him?" Xiu drew a space blade that pierced Leon in the blink of an eye. "You see, I can't touch your Lord Son of God at all. He's still alive and well down there."
"You may be able to see him again." Xiu slowly grinned. It was a malicious arc, like a child picking up a fish from the water and throwing it on the ground, watching it struggle to death in the sand.
"However, whether the Eric you see is the Eric you know, I don't know."
The Son of God of God who has a pure faith in light is doomed to never get out of the celestial quest.
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Do you understand?
Even if it's similar, it's just "similar", not "is" – there is only one Xiu in the world.
He's not like me, not like me, not like me, so don't look at him with special eyes.
Do you understand?
– [Black Box]
The author has something to say: Finally, the final boss battle is so touching. TUT because it involves the arch-enemy Jun, the celestial quest is a bit longer. OTL Chapter: I was so happy to see so many girls seriously discussing the plot >/// 3 <
Thank you for Youxi, Bing 001646, Moon Cicada, Duskbird for the rocket launcher ~
Thank you for Silver Ah-Jiu (2), Cat Control, Grenade for the hand grenade ~
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