In the dust of despair, Huai Shi opened his eyes.
As if he didn't hear the shouts of Yuan Yuan and Lin Shijiu beside him, he propped himself up and looked up at the tower in front of him.
It was the final masterpiece of the makers and the cage of suffering that had imprisoned them for thousands of years.
This was the Eternal Frost Furnace.
It was a creation of despair formed by countless sufferings, the essence of disaster in Hell.
As long as it woke up, there would be endless wails.
As long as it operated, the entire Hell would be driven by it.
Eternal Dusk.
In comparison, the curse of day and night here was just the radiation leaked by the furnace …
In order to resist Hell, they chose to struggle desperately. Under the guidance and temptation of the Purgatory Workshop Master, the makers walked step by step into the desperate situation called Eternity.
They became more and more desperate and crazy.
Perhaps the moment they refused a peaceful death and chose to make a deal with the devil, they were destined to fall into a situation more tragic than death.
But was all of this brought on by themselves?
Huai Shi was silent and didn't speak.
It was a critical time now. Even if the tower was in front of him, even if the situation was good, he sat on the ground, raised his head without saying a word, and stared at the sky.
In the silence, everyone was quietly waiting for his order.
But the order didn't come.
"Sir Huai Shi …"
After a long silence, the elder finally said, "The opportunity can't be missed."
"I know."
Huai Shi said, "I'm just thinking."
Then he didn't say anything else, and no one disturbed Huai Shi's thinking.
In this way, amidst the thunder and loud noises in the distance, Huai Shi quietly stared at the blood rain, the febrile wind, and the gray tide in the sky. This world was full of disaster and despair.
Finally, he spoke.
"Great Master, can you hear me?"
"I'm here."
A voice with a metallic texture sounded in the air, as calm as ever. No, it should be said that it was indifferent. He said, "You have a question to ask me, right?"
"…"
Huai Shi didn't speak. He just waited in silence.
"I know what you want to ask, Huai Shi," the Great Master said.
The Great Grandmaster said, "You want to ask, 'Have I known all along?' Did I know it from the start? Do I have any special arrangements? Do I have a solution? Just like the blue-skinned robots in the comics, omnipotent, always able to find a tool to solve the problem, and … can I save them, right? "
Huai Shi lowered his eyes and sighed silently.
"Even if you knew in your heart that all of this was irreversible thousands of years ago. When they persisted in seeking salvation from hell, the outcome was already decided.
Just like the Celestial genealogy in the past, she thought she could soar, but in fact, she only fell into the deeper darkness.
Even if Condra's example is right in front of us … "
After a short pause, the Great Grandmaster asked again, "Even so, do you still have expectations for me?"
"That's right."
Huai Shi nodded slowly and finally made a sound.
"You should have known the answer long ago, right?"
"… Yes," he said.
"Then, tell me, do you need my answer?"
The Great Grandmaster said coldly, "I can give you an order. You don't need to think about anything, and you don't need to hesitate. You just need to do it. All the responsibilities are not on you.
But Huai Shi, do you really need someone else to give you an order and help you make a decision? "
In silence, Huai Shi lowered his head and stared at the long sword on his knee.
On the quiet blade, his eyes were reflected. They were extremely calm, without any fluctuations.
He suddenly asked, "Will you oppose me, Great Grandmaster?"
"What if I will?"
The Great Grandmaster's tone was still without any fluctuations.
Huai Shi did not answer. He just held the handle of the blade, but the irreconcilable answer had been given by his eyes reflected on the ridge of the sword.
That kind of eyes …
In silence, the Great Grandmaster on the iron crystal seat suddenly laughed softly.
It was full of mockery and sarcasm.
At this moment, he finally felt that this was the successor that Luo So had chosen.
That old bastard did not lie to him. What he saw now was more anger, compassion, and decisiveness than when he was young, and more importantly … cruelty!
"No one will praise you, Huai Shi. No one will express their blessings and gratitude." He said, "No matter how much you do, you will not be able to bring salvation to this land. At best, it will just be a late end."
"I know."
"What you bring is not salvation."
Huai Shi nodded. "I know."
"Very good."
The Great Grandmaster finally raised his eyes and told him, "You are the highest person in charge of the iron crystal seat, Huai Shi, even if only for this moment.
Now, since you have made a decision, your time has come. No one should be able to stop you. "
"As long as you live in the world, mistakes are inevitable. If you want to try, I will not stop you."
He playfully quoted the dialogue between God and the devil in Faust, allowing Huai Shi to act willfully.
"I understand."
Huai Shi slowly stood up, propped up his sword, and finally said, "Thank you, Mr. Mihail."
The Great Grandmaster did not say anything else.
He had already left the ground.
On the bridge of the iron crystal seat, the metal giant with his arms crossed retracted his gaze and turned to look at the projection behind him.
"See, Russell," he said impatiently. He said impatiently, "The representative you've chosen has already received my vote. Announce the results of the vote."
"Four to one, with one abstention. The resolution is passed."
In the projection in the conference room, Russell announced the results. "Whether it's him or you, go ahead and do it, Mihail. I will bear all the consequences. "
"The overlapping of events, the convergence of cause and effect, the time, place, people, and events … All the prerequisites have been met. Let us draw the final curtain."
Following Russell's words, all the members in the conference room looked up and guided the descent of Heaven.
Under the Great Grandmaster's control, the huge secret apparatus left behind by the Republic was awakened.
The array enveloped, and the framework was established out of thin air.
All the engines of the iron crystal seat instantly entered an overloaded state. A huge miracle suddenly appeared and descended on the ship, causing the huge iron crystal seat to be unable to withstand it. It emitted a low rumble from the overclocked operation.
The countless records in hell were captured by this huge gravitational force and gathered inwards. A huge amount of source substance poured in, slowly forming the shadow of a thick book.
There was no title on the cover, only countless illusory characters flashing and drifting. They began to search for the main axis that pierced through the core from the billions of fragments …
The hell alchemy that was once unique to Celestial genealogy reappeared.
Gather the phenomena and gather the souls.
The essence of hell was about to be reborn here.
.
.
Under the tower, Huai Shi stood up.
He didn't know if it was because he had finally made up his mind or because he was no longer swayed, but the entangled precipitation of hell could no longer affect him.
The wailing was still ear-piercing.
However, Huai Shi's heart had unexpectedly calmed down, without any ripples.
He looked up at the elder who had been waiting beside him for a long time and asked, "Is something the matter?"
"Yes," the elder said. "Your students have just captured Ogyust."
Huai Shi was slightly stunned.
It wasn't that he didn't believe in Yuan Yuan and Lin Shijiu, but Ogyust's strength was already at the peak of the third level. He had been carefully nurtured by the Ivory Tower since he was young, and his accumulation of experience was astonishing.
None of those who could survive in hell for so long were easy to deal with. Even if his two students joined forces, they might not be able to do anything to him.
"To be exact, he stood in place by himself, as if he was stupid and didn't move at all," the elder said.
"He didn't say anything when we asked him, as if he had given up on resisting … … We don't know what to do for a while."
"Where is he?"
Huai Shi said, "Bring him over for me to see."
Soon, Ogyust, who was shackled, was escorted by his former colleagues and sent to Huai Shi.
His expression was still calm, or rather, he was already numb.
He was disheartened.
Like Huai Shi, after understanding the nature of the Eternal Frost Furnace, he could naturally understand what the so-called Immortal Machine was.
What's more, before this, he knew far more than Huai Shi, and the impact he felt was even greater.
The last glimmer of hope was completely destroyed.
Perhaps by using it, there was still a possibility of saving Condra.
But what was the point of that?
Would he personally turn his adoptive father into a monster of eternal pain?
Everything that happened in the Village of Dusk repeated itself. After gambling everything for a glimmer of hope, when the truth was revealed, it ushered in the destruction.
After losing the hope of saving Condra, Ogyust no longer had the motivation to continue acting and rebel.
Just by looking at those empty eyes, Huai Shi knew what kind of abyss of pain he was wandering in now.
They did not desire to continue living. Instead, they desired a clean and clean end to the match and a judge.
To end it all.
In silence, Huai Shi pulled out the Sword of Virtue, slashed down, and then stopped abruptly.
The blade stopped above Ogyust's neck. A few centimeters down, it could easily cut through the gap between the cervical vertebrae, delicately disassemble the bones and muscles, and bring him a quick end and death.
But death didn't come.
Huai Shi slowly raised the blade.
"Live, Ogyust," he said. "You have to pay for everything you've done."
Ogyust looked up at him and couldn't help but sneer.
"Where did this pity come from? Your Excellency Judge? "
He asked mockingly, "What's the point of sparing my life? Or do you think death is too gentle for what I've done, and you want me to suffer in prison and live in hell? "
"It's meaningless," he said. "I'm already in there …"
"I know."
Huai Shi looked at him and suddenly asked, "Do you know how I came out of those records? You should have seen it the moment it was activated, right? Those fantasies … I went deeper than you. Those records entangled with me are more than you can imagine. I'm not far from assimilation. "
In silence, Ogyust heard Huai Shi's answer.
"It was Condra who saved me."
He froze on the spot, his eyes wide open in shock.
"He's still conscious, Ogyust. He knows what you've done, and he understands why you've done it. But at the moment when the Eternal Frost Furnace was activated, he sacrificed his last hope of returning to the human world to save me. "
"Unfortunately, Ogyust, even if you can use the Immortal Machine now, you can't save him. He's already dead."
While Ogyust was in a daze, Huai Shi lowered his head and told him seriously, "I didn't understand until then that the reason why he lingered was not because he wanted to live, but because he couldn't let go of you."
At the moment when Condra left the human world, Huai Shi clearly saw his last silent opening and closing of his lips.
Those were the last words he left behind.
— I'm sorry.
Was this an apology to Huai Shi, or his last words to Ogyust?
Maybe it was both.
He couldn't stop his adopted son from falling into despair, nor could he save the pain and torture in this hell. The man left his last apology and welcomed his end with a smile.
But there was one thing that Huai Shi could be sure of. Until his death, Condra never regretted his actions.
He didn't regret being swallowed by hell in place of Ogyust.
He also didn't regret sacrificing his last hope to save Huai Shi.
"He'd rather let himself fall to that level forever than let you make such a mistake."
Huai Shi's blade fell again, breaking the shackles on Ogyust. "This is the second time he's saved you. Don't let down his good intentions."
At that moment, the elder subconsciously put his hand on the handle of the scimitar, guarding against Ogyust's desperate struggle. But the man was still in a daze.
He just looked at Huai Shi in a daze.
After a long, long time, his expression twitched. He didn't know whether he was crying or laughing. It was as if his torn soul was pieced together again.
He had regained his freedom, but the pain was as if he had lost everything.
He cried silently.
"If you want a trial, go to the Grand Master and the Purser. They will judge what you've done, but I won't. I have more important things to do."
Huai Shi waved his hand to disperse the blade and stretched out his hand. "Give me the Nibelungen, and you can go."
Ogyust didn't say anything more.
He raised his palm, and the dim Nibelungen ring on his index finger slowly dissipated. In a flash, it appeared on Huai Shi's ten fingers.
In an instant, the sleeping Frost Giant army was connected to Young Master Ming's Sacred Mark.
The dim ring glowed with a blazing light.
With Huai Shi's advance, a cold winter wind suddenly swept in front of the Undead Army.
The sleeping Frost Giants walked out of the cold wind and respectfully half-knelt on the ground, waiting for orders from their superiors.
Right in front of Huai Shi, the shell of the huge tower peeled off layer by layer and fell to the ground with a roar, revealing the complicated machinery and countless changing structures.
Between heaven and earth, the Central Tower was completely unfurled!
Dozens of bridges connected the flying modules and buildings to each other, forming this eternal miracle.
Endless flames rose from the top of the Eternal Frost Furnace, dispelling the blood rain and the burning wind that shrouded the whole hell, tearing apart the eternal dusk.
Grass and trees multiplied, all things grew, and a sweet smell blew in the wind.
Amidst the endless wails of despair, an extremely beautiful paradise had descended upon this place.
The Kingdom of Heaven was built on Hell.
"Let's go, everyone."
Huai Shi looked back at the army behind him and told them, "It's time to end it. Since we're already late, don't let people wait too long … "
Whether it was this war or the painful past …
Everything would come to an end.
It was at that moment, in the frame of the Iron Crystal Throne, on the cover of the empty book, pitch-black ink finally appeared, crisscrossing, and an invisible pen wrote the title, laying the foundation of the miracle.
— — Les Miserables!
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