Now, seventy years of preparation and hard work had finally welcomed the harvest.
It wasn't just Golden Dawn's fiasco.
It was this' disguise 'that had been accumulated over time and had long been perfect!
At this moment, even if Woodman stood up and announced to the world, 'The Book of Destiny in Russell's hands is fake!' No one would believe it.
Everyone would think that it was Mimir who, through wisdom and strategy, caused Golden Dawn to suffer heavy losses and sounded the horn of Celestial genealogy's reorganization.
Foresight, foresight, and foresight!
It was really amazing!
Didn't Huai Shi take out the Book of Destiny just now!
This time, Russell had transferred an important asset in advance. He actually hid the Book of Destiny on his student. It was really amazing!
What? Russell is Loki?
Don't joke, friend. Although this old man is a little cheap, a little mean, and occasionally a little too inhumane, a little black-hearted, and a lot of bastards … how could he be a bad guy?
Right?!
Just like that, through acting skills and tricks, he successfully created an unshakable character and image.
Since seventy years ago, he had been preparing for this day.
Relying on lies, relying on trickery, relying on a heart full of hatred and anger, careful preparations, and planning day and night.
He replaced the established protagonist and finally became the 'hero' who turned the tide!
This moment belonged to him.
Even if it was just this place, even if Woodman was the only one who knew!
"Do you know, I like the stage."
Russell smiled. "When the spotlight shines over, everything will become bright and beautiful, and everyone will be intoxicated in beautiful illusions.
As long as you wear a mask, no one will care what the person under the costume is. When the horn is blown, each of us will have our own role. “
He shook his head mockingly. "Who is the protagonist, who is the supporting role, who is the villain, who is the cannon fodder … Long before the play began, it was already destined.
Don't think about stealing the show, friend. Take the bento and leave obediently. "
He said, "You have to learn to adapt to the times."
"Without the Book of Destiny, you can't inherit the revision value of Utopia. You want to rebuild the Celestial genealogy?"
Woodman looked coldly at Russell and sneered, "You're dreaming!"
"If you have a dream, you have to do it. Whatever happens after you wake up, you can talk about it after you wake up."
Russell leaned back on the bench and revealed a mysterious expression. "Besides, how do you know if I've found the Book of Destiny in these seventy years?"
Woodman's expression froze.
Russell laughed again.
"Wow, why did you believe it again?" The old man grinned viciously. "It can't be? You already know that I'm Loki, and you still believe that I'll tell you the truth?
Woodman, you're so gentle! "
"By the way, you can make another guess …" He paused and asked mysteriously, "Am I really Loki? Or was this another of Mimir's disguises? Or perhaps, the real Mimir is actually another appearance of the great god Zeus? "
"You've won this round, Russell."
Woodman suppressed the anger in his heart and said coldly, "I hope you can keep winning. Remember, the game between us will be very long …"
As long as you lose once, it's enough to let everything you have fall to pieces in hell!
"I'm looking forward to how long a dream maintained by a lie can last."
"To be honest, I'm a person who's afraid of trouble. My interests are fickle and I never last long. I'm especially not suitable for a job like being a pillar that will overwork me."
Russell shook his head. "On the contrary, I prefer to leave after I've had my fun. I'm best at shifting the blame. I'll leave my mess to others to deal with and amuse myself by watching them complain.
So, you're thinking too much … Woodman, even without me, the Celestial genealogy can be reorganized in the hands of others — from people who are better than me. "
"Besides, have you forgotten?" he said. "Celestial genealogy also has things like living gods."
"Come on, Russell."
Woodman shook his head disdainfully. "If I were you, I wouldn't have too much expectation for a decoration that's better than nothing."
"No, no, no."
Russell smiled meaningfully and raised two fingers as if celebrating a victory. "I mean, now, there are two!"
"… You can talk whatever you want, Russell." Woodman was not moved. "But don't think that I'll believe your nonsense."
"It's up to you to believe it or not, but it's up to me to say it or not."
Russell spread his hands and smiled evilly. "Besides, if I say so, a seed of doubt will be planted in your heart. Will you start to be paranoid? Will you feel afraid to shoot the rat for fear of breaking the vases? Will you unconsciously be afraid? That's my goal, Woodman!
I can say that what I just said is a lie, but will you really believe it?
Do you really think that I don't have the Book of Destiny? Do you really think that what I told you is the whole truth? Or do you think that this is all I've prepared for you? "
"Think, Woodman. You have to think, constantly think!"
Russell grinned and whispered evilly, "But you have to remember, once you think, I'll laugh."
Woodman did not say anything.
His face only became more and more unpleasant.
Russell, on the other hand, sniffed the scent of anger and felt refreshed.
Planting the seed of doubt, sprinkling the rain of lies, growing the fruit of hesitation and uneasiness, and finally reaping the end of destruction … Was there anything more pleasant than this?
"Don't forget, Russell, you're not the only one who's good at this."
Woodman was indifferent. "For a 'poisonous stream' like me, there are no boundaries. You can't kill me, I'm everywhere. I'll find the best viewing angle to admire your every move.
For example … your favorite student, how about that? "
He paused and looked meaningfully at Great Si Ming, who was on the snowy plain in the distance.
"From today onwards, we'll be together forever … himself, his loved ones, the people around him, and even his student? No one is perfect, Russell. As long as you find the right breakthrough point, anyone will feel the call of hell. "
The phantom from hell raised his hand and pointed at his head. "I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of brilliance such a soul will shine when it falls into the abyss!"
"No, you won't."
Russell shook his head and sighed softly.
It was as if he was watching a stubborn child touch the electric switch. He was worried and helpless as he advised, "If I were you, I'd stay as far away from him as possible."
"Soon, you won't want to appear in front of him anymore," he said, "Because he'll leave an indelible shadow in your heart.
He'll make you feel pain. "
Russell warned solemnly.
"Pain like never before. “
"I'll wait and see," Woodman teased.
Woodman replied jokingly. His eyes were brimming with an evil light from hell. He laughed. "Our second game has begun, Russell."
"No."
Russell shook his head and leaned back on the chair. He crossed his arms and was ready to watch the show. "I think it's already over."
At that moment, Woodman's smile froze on his face.
In the snowstorm that filled the sky.
In front of the gates of hell.
The young man opposite Woodman smiled.
So sunny.
So gentle that it was enough to dispel the eternal frost and snow.
In his right hand, as if by magic, a strange crystal appeared. It looked like a fragment of a mirror. It was sparkling and translucent, and it refracted a dazzling light.
However, such a bright light made Woodman's expression twitch. He could not hide his shock and fear. His eyes turned scarlet in an instant and his expression was ferocious.
He was swallowed by the coldness that he had long forgotten.
He was about to scream.
He wanted to withdraw his projection, but the meme that had quietly seeped into Huai Shi's soul could not be removed!
There were too many entanglements.
Too many memories.
When he looked at Huai Shi, Huai Shi was also looking at him.
After this poisonous stream that existed in the concept penetrated deep into Huai Shi's bone marrow, his existence was also tightly grasped by Huai Shi's hand. He was not allowed to escape at this moment.
It was as if a warm host was asking a guest to stay.
He was reluctant to part.
It was the New Year, and he was already here …
"Woodman, you have to understand. I'm not here for Lu Baiyan, but for you."
Huai Shi's words were soft, but it made Woodman begin to tremble.
In Huai Shi's hand, the fire of alchemy was reignited. The crystal clear fragment quickly shrank under the forging. In the end, it turned into an exquisite crystal bullet and filled the magazine of the Lord of the Flies.
The magazine was closed, and the sound was crisp.
Huai Shi said, "Because I also have a gift for you."
"Its name is' Retribution '."
"This is your [Retribution]!"
Just like that, he solemnly raised the pistol. His left hand held the wrist of his right hand, and he closed one eye. Just like a beginner, he aimed at the constantly flashing illusions.
Aim at his face.
Pull the trigger.
Just like that, he conveyed this greeting from the deepest part of hell.
Tell him:
"— Mr. Vitali sends his greetings."
In that instant, the flames flashed and disappeared.
The loud noise tore apart the silence of the snowfield. Countless snowflakes flew up in the roar and rustled down. Under the cold night sky, in front of countless screens, countless people stood up in shock and stared with their eyes wide open.
Behind the gates of hell, Woodman tilted his head in a daze.
A large hole slowly appeared between the man's eyebrows. It was hard to tell whether he was a man or a woman. The illusory figure was actually hit by this spear!
Her delicate facial features twitched.
There was the sound of cracking.
The phantom flickered and spasmed. Countless cracks appeared on Woodman's body. What followed was a wail of agony that seemed to fill the entire world.
"Ahhhhhh!!!!!"
In hell, at the border, in the present.
At this moment, in almost every corner of the world, countless people heard a distant and despairing wail.
Under the sun, under the moonlight, on the wasteland, in the city, in front of cows and horses, on the television screens, and even more so, in the eyes of many people who had been parasitized, a figure suddenly staggered and rolled in pain appeared.
Some were old, some were young, some were male, and some were female.
Everyone's eyes were different, but everyone could conclude that it was a black-haired, black-eyed Roman. Moreover, his expression … seemed to be filled with indescribable despair and pain!
And in the deepest part of the Land of Dreams, in a stone coffin covered in layers of arrays, a body connected to countless cables began to spasm violently.
He opened his empty eyes.
He roared without restraint.
Viscous wisps of blood surged out from his mouth and nose. They came to life and swam like snakes in the antiseptic liquid.
The surging Origin Substance leaked out, turning the entire place where the stone coffin was stored into a distorted demonic realm.
This was the ravage from the path of transformation. It used good and evil as a spear, despair and happiness as a poison, and targeted human nature and human knowledge itself as a curse and punishment!
A curse from the God of Evil!
The moment it came into contact, it quickly spread through the phantom and spread to every host's body, absorbing the Origin Substance of the host and interfering with Woodman in reverse.
In an instant, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions …
When countless tiny pains overlapped, they would turn into a torrent of despair that would cause people to collapse.
In the end, in front of Huai Shi, the screaming phantom suddenly stiffened.
From the bullet hole in his forehead, the cracks had completely spread to his entire body.
The ear-piercing sound of glass shattering rang out.
It welcomed the collapse.
What lit up under the cracks was the cold light reflected by countless mirrors. Every broken mirror reflected a projection of Woodman.
And when the countless mirrors gathered together, the light intertwined, faintly reflecting a withered figure.
His hair was white, and his killing intent was fierce.
He was old and cold.
Apart from the frightening darkness in his pitch-black eyes, there was nothing else!
It was different from the gentleness and kindness that was left for the younger generation. This was one of the true essences of the path of transformation, the true gathering of all the evil in human nature.
Black God Vitaly!
"It seems that someone has come to pick you up."
Huai Shi smiled and waved goodbye. "Have a safe trip. I wish you … oh, have a good time?"
"Huai Shi!!!!!"
The youth's roar was ear-piercing.
He recklessly charged out of hell and reached out to grab Huai Shi's face.
But then, his movements quickly froze.
Just a hair's breadth away.
Frozen.
Huai Shi's smile didn't change. He raised his right hand and pointed it at the savage face … …
He raised his middle finger!
"Goodbye."
Instantly, countless mirrors appeared in the air, reflecting Woodman's appearance. They overlapped and shrank, quickly collapsing into a small dot.
Finally, they fell into the Black God's hands.
He clenched them tightly.
Without saying anything else, the incomplete Black God took a deep look at him, turned around, and disappeared into the mirror world. Soon, the strange giant mirror expanded again. After swallowing Hell's Gate, it turned into an illusory light and dissipated.
Only the whistling of the wind was left on the snowfield.
In the long and drawn-out silence.
The whole world stared dumbfounded at the sudden change that happened in an instant.
They couldn't believe what they saw.
Woodman was dead?
Was it over?
Or was this another illusion of the Golden Dawn?
Was it one of the opponent's schemes?
Or was this actually real?
In the Present Realm, the border, and Infernal Realm, the remnants of the Republic, the Directorate of Governance, the Continuation Academy, and even the five major lineages, as well as the Golden Dawn in Infernal Realm, as well as countless spies, were all stunned in place.
They couldn't understand.
Their minds were blank.
All they felt was the shock and astonishment from the depths of their souls!
Huai Shi stood in the flying snow and silently looked at the night sky, the countless shining stars, and the brilliant aurora extending from the horizon.
It was as if he could glimpse the glory of the past. He was focused and calm.
He smiled silently.
"Tomorrow will be a good day."
He sighed in anticipation and turned to leave.
Only countless silent spies were left to witness the outcome after the dust settled.
This was a victory that belonged to Celestial genealogy.
A victory that belonged to him!
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