Soon, the tenth, the eleventh …
It was just a momentary shock. When Iza Muren came back to her senses, there was only him and her left in front of her.
Endless coldness surged from those pitch-black eyes, swallowing her up completely.
She suddenly realized that this mission might really be a mistake.
Now, she was sitting in front of a bet that she was bound to lose, and she couldn't find any solution.
For a moment, she even wanted to violate the restrictions of the death contract and run away.
She had never expected such a development and result, and had never faced such a terrifying opponent … All the attacks couldn't even surprise him for a moment. From beginning to end, he maintained a palpitating calmness and contempt.
Step by step, she moved forward.
Toward the last enemy.
This might be the last mission of the ship of greed.
Iza Muren closed her eyes.
When she opened them again, she had already disregarded life and death.
At that moment, under the peony on the robe, a hideous skeleton appeared.
The flame of the burning source lit up from her eyes, and the alchemy array implanted in the deepest part of her soul was activated, burning the source of all the dead and living.
Then, the world reversed, as if everything in the world was rapidly breaking, spinning, and reorganizing, causing the surrounding thick fog to turn into a blurred illusion, swallowing everything.
In a trance, it seemed that a figure with a crown and halo rose from the crack of the earth, showing a solemn posture behind Iza Muren.
At the cost of collecting souls, the ruler of the abyss descended with great power.
All the corpses on the ground turned into ashes, and the pale ashes gathered in Iza Muren's hand, forming a strange curved sword sickle.
"I really shouldn't have coveted that bottle of good wine …"
Iza Muren whispered softly, slowly, raising the sword sickle in her hand, "Come on, 'Huai Zhi' -kun, let me experience the power of the Prince of Paradise!"
At that moment, the brilliance rose from the blade.
The Sword of Virtue burst out with a cry.
The world condensed by this illusion shook, and the blazing light spread in all directions.
The shrill collision sound burst out with the crisscrossing of figures.
At the moment when they brushed past each other, Iza Muren's movements stiffened, and a fine crack appeared on the sword sickle in her hand and her neck.
Then, as the bone sword in his hand collapsed, blood flowed out from the wound.
She raised her finger with difficulty and stroked her throat. Staring at the wisp of blood on her fingertip, she couldn't help but laugh. You can't even feel pain, you're really gentle, Lord Huai Zhijun …
Izaki fell to his knees.
With the collapse of the last pillar, the mystic instrument that maintained the seal fell apart, and the mist quickly dissipated.
The silent world disappeared without a trace.
Ruins, fire, rain, wails, blood and fire, everything returned.
Everything was silent when he left, but now, in front of Huai Shi's eyes, the streets had been burned to ashes, and only thick smoke was rising.
He had returned to this world filled with pain.
Just behind Huai Shi, Iza Suiren opened his mouth with difficulty, as if he was staring at someone who did not exist. He said something, but no sound could be heard.
Beneath her, a young and tender face could be seen in the blood that was slowly spreading out.
So, with this as a medium, the illusion that should not exist here appeared in front of Huai Shi.
Standing in front of Huai Shi, he enjoyed everything burning in front of him with him.
Huai Shi frowned.
That was a … child?
Black hair, black eyes, white skin, like a Roman. He was staring at such a tragic scene, but there was a distant and cold smile on his face.
It was deja vu.
The child that he had met once in the general's mansion appeared in front of Huai Shi again.
"Ah, you bleeding soil, you are the body of the noblest hero in history. Forgive me for dealing with these butchers. May disaster befall the murderer who splashed such precious blood! "
The child strolled on the broken street as if he had come to his own stage. Facing countless audiences, he opened his hands and exaggeratedly recited the immortal masterpiece from Shakespeare:
"Thy wounds, like many silent mouths, open their crimson lips, and beseech my tongue to speak for them to the world; and it is in them that I now prophesy that a curse will descend upon the limbs of men; that violent and cruel civil strife will throw this place into chaos; that bloodshed and destruction will be the order of the day, and that all compassion will be utterly extinguished by the habit of killing."
"Send the order to slaughter to the world, let the dogs of war ravage everywhere!"
"For this evil crime, the earth will be filled with moaning corpses begging for burial …"
The long monologue ended in an impassioned rebuke, but no one offered applause.
Only Huai Shi looked at him coldly.
The child turned back and looked at his face, still smiling, "It takes the entire Ship of Greed to send my meme to you … It's not easy to see you, Huai Shi."
Huai Shi was indifferent, "Sorry, I'm not interested in playing with children."
"… Child?"
The child was stunned for a moment, and his expression immediately became strange. It was unknown whether it was surprise or admiration, but he couldn't help but laugh, "I'm a child in your eyes? Huai Shi, you're really a freak! "
With his laughter, the phantoms in front of Huai Shi began to change constantly.
From the youth to the sinister and eccentric old man, the messenger who brought temptation like the devil, the coquettish and charming courtesan, the mature and elegant middle-aged man, the young girl in white, the dying woman, and the crying baby in swaddling clothes.
Their postures and appearances were different, but they all had black hair, black eyes, fair skin, and a smile that was always full of alienation.
Finally, the phantoms shrank, and countless images overlapped.
They turned into a young man with a gorgeous face like a girl, wearing a black vest, breeches, and a white shirt. He held a delicate whip in his hand, stepped on the wreckage of the ruins, and looked up at Huai Shi with a smile.
"Let me introduce myself. I'm Huai Shi."
He bowed, put his hand on his chest, and saluted, "According to the records left by my predecessor, you can call me William Robert Woodman …"
The young man smiled and introduced himself, "Woodman from Golden Dawn!"
From her pitch-black eyes, a bright golden flame burst forth, contrasting with her beautiful face, making her look majestic and dignified, like a divine Buddha, inviolable.
He was one of the three founders of Golden Dawn, the Elemental of Destruction, the creator of the Land of Dreams, Woodman!
In the long silence, Huai Shi didn't speak.
He looked at him.
He imagined how he could smoothly take the angry Lord of the Flies out of his pocket, and then shoot him in the head.
"Don't be nervous, what exists here is just an illusion. Even if you taste something, you can't feel the taste, even if you bathe in the rain, you can't feel the warmth. At best, it's just a video call … "
He looked at Huai Shi's pocket with a faint smile, as if he knew what he wanted to do. He shrugged slightly and said, "You don't have to take out the Lord of the Flies to pollute my ears, do you?"
In the silence, only the angry roar of the Lord of the Flies in Huai Shi's backpack could be heard. "Woodman, f * ck you! You've been dead for so many years, why are you still pretending to be a foreigner? "
Woodman shrugged and turned a deaf ear to her words. The flickering phantom only looked at Huai Shi's face and sighed with exultation, "I have to say, our meeting was really a pleasant surprise. I didn't expect to meet you here in order to reap another result … Huai Shi, God knows how happy I was when I met you at the general's place. It's a pity that you didn't come to play with me. I've prepared many gifts for you!"
Speaking of this, he patted his head and said, "By the way, you did a good job in the Land of Dusk. Mathers has been praising you! Not only in Golden Dawn, but you're also a popular idol in the Abyss! The more trouble the Sunmaker caused, the more resounding your name will be. Those workshop owners hate you so much that they've been biting their handkerchiefs under their blankets. Hahaha … "
As he laughed, his expression became serious, and he asked solemnly and seriously, "Then, before we start the official topic, how about we go through the process first?"
He paused, cleared his throat, stretched out his hand, and asked with enthusiasm and anticipation.
"As a member of the utopia recognized by the Vientiane Sphere, Huai Shi, do you want to come to our side?"
Huai Shi looked at him silently. His gaze passed through the illusion and looked at the world full of pain behind him.
"I'm your enemy, Woodman."
He said, "Don't joke like this again, okay? This has never changed."
"Hahaha, sure enough … it's not time yet?"
Woodman laughed indifferently. He slowly turned around and stood beside Huai Shi, staring at the world shrouded in smoke and flames with him.
He was full of smiles.
"First of all, I have to congratulate you, Huai Shi. What you've done is worthy of being a hero. It's rare and commendable. Your struggle has successfully saved some people and delayed the arrival of this moment compared to the plan …"
He thought for a moment and said, "About thirty minutes."
After exhausting everyone's efforts, they only got half an hour of time.
Half an hour later, everything still fell into destruction.
"Unfortunately, whether you wait for death or resist, you can't change the outcome. War will only make the destruction come faster," Woodman said.
Woodman said, "In some ways, your counterattack has caused the destruction of this place to accelerate."
"Are you showing off your power to me, Woodman?"
"You probably misunderstood something, Huai Shi."
Woodman's expression became strange. "The one who besieged the inner circle of Danbo was Extreme Dao, the one who gave the order to kill them was General, the one who was indifferent was Emperor, and the one who ignored it was Astronomy Society … I'm just an illusion. Even if I just leave the range of the Land of Dreams, my real body will be poisoned and die. You can't blame me for all this just because I saw you, right?"
He paused for a moment, and his smile became warmer and warmer. There was no alienation. "At best, I just made some insignificant suggestions. Look, Huai Shi, I didn't bewitch, instigate, or deceive them. I just said what they wanted to hear, and they became so rational that it makes one's hair stand on end … "
Bang!
There was a loud bang.
Huai Shi pulled the trigger, aimed at his face, and pulled the trigger again, again, and again. He emptied an entire magazine, turning the young man in front of him into a pile of mud riddled with holes.
Blood splattered everywhere, and then slowly disappeared.
In front of Huai Shi, the broken body didn't fall. It just looked at the young man in front of it with pity. On the broken head, there was an incomplete smile.
"It's too late, Huai Shi."
In that instant, a premonition of death descended from the sky. The dark clouds in the sky lit up with an inexplicable brilliance. It was a big star. The burning steel star fell, tearing through the clouds and falling towards the earth.
Falling, falling, and falling.
It was … a missile!
Huai Shi looked up, and his eyes were illuminated by the destructive sparks.
Three minutes ago, Yokota Air Force Base in Edo. The black-haired, black-eyed old Roman man held his palm and smiled as he stared at the commander pressing the launch button.
Then, the earth rumbled, and flames spewed out.
In the spontaneously fired well, the steel star rose slowly towards the sky …
Now, it fell from the sky.
In the whistling sound.
"Do you know how hell was created, Huai Shi?"
In the shrill scream, Woodman smiled and raised his hand. "Just a little blood, a little pain, a little death, and most importantly … a little despair."
Snap!
With a crisp snap of the fingers, the light of extinction fell from the sky.
In the roar that sounded like thousands of people singing hymns in unison, the cluster of missiles split from the sky and scattered the seeds of death to the earth.
In an instant, everything in front of them was swallowed up.
Jingdou shook violently. Countless flames rose up violently from the ground, convulsing like angry palms as they reached out to grab at the sky.
In the shaking of the earth, the destruction finally reached its climax.
.
In the broken izakaya, Maki only heard the loud roar and subconsciously pressed the proprietress and Satoko under her body. Then, the heavy plank collapsed under the impact of the blast.
The world seemed to have become dead silent in an instant.
No sound could be heard.
Only some small flying insects seemed to have entered her ears, and they kept chirping.
She coughed with difficulty, propped up her body, and used all her strength to lift the collapsed beam. She shouted, "Auntie Jinjiang, Satoko, are you okay? Satoko! Satoko! "
Behind her, Jinjiang's face was pale and covered with dust. In her arms, Satoko was safe and sound.
Maki breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.
But then she saw the proprietress's face change. She was shouting something to her, but the voice was too far away, and she couldn't hear it clearly.
Maki felt that someone had punched her in the back.
She swayed.
When she lowered her head, she saw blood flowing from her chest.
"Eh? This … How … "
She murmured blankly, collapsed on the ground, and turned her head with difficulty. In her blurred vision, she only saw a few fully armed figures slowly approaching.
"A high-risk mixed-breed found, shoot to kill."
Distinguishing the mixed-breed features on her face, the young soldier with the gun raised the weapon in his hand and aimed at her face.
"No, no, don't kill her!"
In the ruins, Jinjiang staggered up and stood in front of the girl, waving her hand anxiously, "She's just a worker, she doesn't know anything … She didn't participate in the riot, I can testify, she has been protecting us … Don't kill her … I beg you … I beg you!"
The young soldier was stunned. Looking at the weeping face, he froze on the spot.
But behind him, there was a gunshot.
"Don't waste time, B4, let's go!"
Beside the convoy, the captain put down the gun indifferently and turned to leave.
Jinjiang lowered her head with difficulty, saw the blood on her chest, and fell to the ground.
In the long silence, Tomoko looked at her blankly, as if she couldn't react. Her lips moved, but no sound came out. But when the cold blood spread to her feet, she finally understood what had happened.
"Mom …"
Tomoko suppressed her trembling and carefully touched her cheeks. Seeing the sorry face, she squeezed out a smile with difficulty.
"Am I, going to die?"
She looked at the gray sky blankly, looking at her daughter's crying face, as if she didn't understand what had happened, but also as if a burden had been lifted.
It was finally going to end.
She had thought about it many times, but now that it had really come, she began to feel sad. Seeing her daughter cry, she began to regret not working harder.
Just like she had always done, gritting her teeth and persevering, there was always a chance to turn things around, she could hold on.
But this time, she felt that she couldn't hold on anymore.
"It's so hard to live …" She coughed violently. She wanted to laugh, but she couldn't help crying. "I'm sorry, Tomoko, I'm sorry, I'm sorry …"
She wanted to say sorry to Fukasaku, she wanted to say sorry to Mr. Takahashi, she wanted to comfort these children not to be afraid, and she wanted to say more.
She slowly closed her eyes, crying in despair.
Zhen Xi looked at all of this in a daze.
She felt that the world had become strange again.
She couldn't understand.
There were too many things in this world that she couldn't figure out, and there were too many things that she couldn't understand. After leaving Daoquan Village, the outside world seemed to be always so fickle, not allowing her to slowly understand and understand.
Everything had become too cruel.
She didn't even have time to react …
"But why is that?!"
Zhen Xi covered her face, choking, and shouted at the backs of those who left, "Aren't you here to kill me? Why … "
She was clearly innocent!
Everyone was …
In the darkness, a bright red spot spread in front of her eyes.
Under the pain and suffocation, she bent down, wanting to roar silently, but no sound came out. The pain brewed in her body, burning like a flame.
She slowly raised her head. Under the pitch-black ghost horns, scarlet tears flowed out of her eyes.
"I'll … kill you all …"
.
There seemed to be a cry in the distance.
Toshio stood blankly in the dissipating smoke, looking around, but the old man who had been holding his hand to escape was gone …
Something seemed to have fallen from the sky and landed far away. Then, many things disappeared along with Auntie Nei Shan. They could no longer be seen.
However, when he finally lowered his head, he saw a severed arm amidst the rubble.
There were still traces of the ring on the arm.
The ring had been sold a long time ago.
Auntie Uchiyama said that he could go to school if he saved a little more money …
But now, Auntie Uchiyama was gone.
He trembled as he knelt on the ground, holding the broken arm, tears flowing silently.
There was a loud noise in the distance. Someone was coming, but he didn't want to run anymore.
It didn't matter who it was.
Just kill me …
There was only a desperate prayer left.
But no one listened to this prayer, no one cared.
In this gloomy world, there were continuous explosions, and the sharp cries gradually dissipated.
The sky had stopped raining.
But the blood and tears on the ground didn't stop.
Now, the peak of the cries disappeared.
Despair descended.
Accompanied by the pain of countless people, the light from hell appeared on the ground.
"It's time!"
In the darkness, the god spread out his six arms, dancing in ecstasy, "The great day has come!"
From the top of his head, a purple-black halo slowly appeared, the solemn and strange light flowed in all directions along with the resonance between the swamps.
Relying on the countless souls immersed in despair as a fulcrum, the halo of divinity quickly expanded, spreading, and in an instant, enveloped the entire inner circle of Danbo.
Every soul in despair merged into the halo of the god of hell, allowing the abyss in their souls to spread, resonating with the 'blessed land' in the distance.
The sleeping god of hell opened his eyes and looked at the scene in the distance.
Pain, blood, death, and despair.
Under the convergence of countless elements, hell on earth was born!
— Hell, Danbo's Inner Circle (Depth 1)
In the Yingzhou branch of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, the alarm spread.
[Detection of a deep area of the Present Realm]
[Detection of a destructive element, Rancher]
[Detection of a destructive element fusion phenomenon —]
[— Cleansing List activated.]
At that moment, the silent Doomsday Bell in the Survival Academy rang loudly, the mighty bell woke up every pair of eyes in the Border Prison test area.
The huge thing sleeping in the darkness slowly woke up.
At the same time, from Dongxia, America, Egypt, the Russian Federation, the Present Realm, the border, and even the deepest part of hell, countless people's gazes fell on Yingzhou through the broadcast, secret mirror, miracle engraving, and scouting mirror.
In the Ivory Tower, in the principal's office, Russell smoked silently, staring at the projection from the Dragon Summoning Flute, his fingers tapping on the table anxiously.
Waiting.
.
.
The sound of rain.
"I heard someone crying."
"Yes."
"Many people are dead." ‘
"I know."
Under the light rain, Yuan Zhao turned back and looked at the fire in the Danbo's Inner Circle in the distance. "Big Sister Ye, is it really okay for us to do this?"
In front, Ye Xueya held an umbrella and turned back to look at the depressed young man behind her, her eyes full of pity. "Yuan Zhao, I'm very sorry about everything that happened, but this has nothing to do with us.
We still have our own work to complete.
The first thing to do when you become an adult is to learn not to pay for other people's mistakes. "
In the silence, Yuan Zhao stopped in his tracks.
"It's not like this."
He said, "It shouldn't be like this."
The young man looked into Ye Xueya's eyes and told her seriously, "They didn't make a mistake, they just didn't have a choice."
In the silence, Ye Xueya's eyebrows slowly raised, as if she was getting to know the little brat in front of her again. She looked at his eyes and brows, carefully examining them.
Yuan Zhao, on the other hand, seemed to have used up all his courage.
He lowered his head, avoiding her gaze.
"Big Sister Ye, there must be something wrong with me." He muttered dejectedly, "Previously, I clearly liked Miss Huai Zhi to death, but now, I can't even remember her appearance. In the past, I clearly hated that group of bastards, but now, I can't just sit and watch them die … "
Sometimes, a man will encounter some things, and then he will be stupid, do some irrational things, and not care about himself.
But a man will encounter this kind of thing once in his life.
His second grandfather once said to him: If a man can't learn to be smart, it doesn't matter if he's stupid for a lifetime, but you must know what you're doing.
Some things can't be done, but some things, once done, even if you die, it won't be a pity.
But that old man didn't go into too much detail. He just wiped the shiny spear in his tipsy state, and when he recalled the past, the corners of his mouth always carried a smile.
You'll know when you meet, Yuan Zhao. When the time comes, you should go on stage.
You shouldn't just stand there.
"I think, now it should be my time …"
The young man raised his head and said goodbye to Ye Xueya. "I'm sorry, Big Sister Ye."
He said, "I'm going to play the hero."
The young man quietly said goodbye, and retreated step by step. He reached out his hand from this thin rain, and pulled out the trident in the air. In the midst of the rain, the Dragon Horse's neigh rang out.
The huge horse under the tiger and leopard armor trampled on its iron hooves, breaking through the rain.
It impatiently called out to him.
In the short silence, Ye Xueya didn't get angry, nor did he get disappointed. Instead, he laughed softly.
Under the umbrella, that woman happily flicked the ash in her hand.
"Yuan Zhao —"
She waved her hand and wished him well. "You must succeed!"
"That goes without saying!"
The young man on horseback raised his head, and naturally responded.
Tightening the reins, he turned the horse around, and galloped towards the burning sky.
A storm came head-on, and there was also the ice-cold rain. His lungs were trembling, and his heart was contracting. But when his blood was rushing, it was so hot, and it was also singing along with his soul, as if it was cheering.
"Let's go, Lu!"
In the midst of galloping, a cold silver armor appeared on the young man's body. The scarlet tassels fluttered in the wind, as fierce as fire.
The dragon's cry, along with the huge horse's neigh, spread out in all directions, rolling up the wind and rain, causing the thin rain that filled the sky to roll back and merge into the gradually rising hurricane.
Yuan Zhao, charge!
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