The old dean is a lunatic.
He wants to sacrifice the world, but also himself.
Even when he started to sacrifice, the first sacrifice was himself...
No wonder he wouldn't be hurt at all at this time, whether it was the Twelve who attacked, or himself who used the particles of God.
Because he came up with this sacrificial ceremony called "God's Cage", and this altar is a ceremony to make a deal with the original, so he, who has become one of the factors of this altar, has reached the same level as the original. The same level, but the original level is higher than everyone, whether it is these children in the orphanage, or Lu Xin who is digesting his only consciousness...
Such a discovery is even alarming.
When they came, they wanted to find out what the old dean was doing, and then stop him.
However, the old dean has already started, and they don't even know where the altar is...
How to find this
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…
As if feeling the consciousness and mental tentacles of their mad rush, the old dean shook his head gently.
"keep the change."
"The altar is not here, or rather, anywhere."
He was as magnanimous as before, and even on such an important issue, he didn't try to hide: "I don't like being blocked by people in the middle of the plan, so I always habitually do things in detail, the arrangement of this altar , Naturally the same, I am worried that no matter how well I do it, it will be stopped, so I chose to put this altar in a place where it cannot be stopped."
"abyss.."
"The entire abyss is an altar, so it cannot be stopped."
"… "
"Abyss..."
Everyone listened and couldn't even understand that the altar was placed in the abyss, but the abyss is everywhere...
"children… "
The old dean continued to speak, and the smile on his face became more and more gentle.
With some pride, he looked at the students of the orphanage in front of him, as if looking at his greatest work:
"I asked you to come, not to let you stop me, but to let you help me."
He explained softly, as if there was persuasion in it: "Under the witness of the seven archangels, the sacrifice will truly begin, and the world will be taken away at the beginning. And the archangels are the ultimate. They are the world. Witnesses and spokespersons of civilization, only if more than half of the finalists agree, will this sacrifice be meaningful and will be executed accurately and fairly!"
"However, there is no way for me to find the seven ultimates and make them willingly agree to this sacrifice."
"Because of the ultimate nature, they are all stubborn, or... stupid!"
"… "
He slowly shook his head, smiled, and said, "So, I have been cultivating you from the very beginning."
"I hope you can help me as the ultimate, as witnesses in this great sacrifice..."
"Help me usher in the good old days."
"Help me too, and mourning this desperate and abominable world..."
"… "
"Ultimate..."
The people in the orphanage who were in panic and chaos had no way of understanding what he said at this time. They were in stark contrast to the calm and even joy of the old dean. When they were affected, they had lost all confidence. Now, Lu Xin is anxiously recovering the wound of No. 14, who lost 90% of his life at this time.
Number two is helpless.
No. 8 is rushing towards the old dean again and again in vain.
There are even those who plan to flee, or look for the mistress and the two children just now to kidnap...
However, the voice of the old dean poured into their ears uncontrollably.
This also made them have endless doubts in their hearts...
How could he be the ultimate to help him witness all this...
He is neither the ultimate nor will he help him...
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"It's not hard to be the ultimate..."
The old dean explained in a low voice, as if giving them a lecture a long time ago:
"A seat is vacant, and naturally a new person is needed to take it up."
"I can generally guess Lin Mo's plan, but he has a difficult choice because he thinks too much, and I think it is simpler. I only need you, in this sacrifice, with the ultimate identity, just help me witness..."
"Treading the Stars"
"You were all selected from thousands of polluters when you were in the Red Moon Research Institute. Your characteristics have the greatest potential. Moreover, you once died and were resurrected with your original power. His qualities…”
"The vacant rank, initially, your characteristics, plus the technology of a generation of researchers..."
"It's a simple matter to make you temporarily the ultimate..."
"… "
As he spoke, he gently stretched out his hand to the side, and a hand of playing cards with complicated patterns appeared in his hand.
This is the often used parasitic object container of a generation of researchers, but now it is in his hands.
And, it seems, he's just as good at using it.
When he was talking, he turned his attention to No. 2 and said softly: "You are the first, the nightmare of God."
"I disagree… "
No. 2 said with a trembling voice, and stepped back.
At the same time, Lu Xin, who had just used the power of the spider system to sew up No. 14's belly, had already noticed the world happening here, and immediately stepped forward, wanting to stop No. 2 and the old dean. In between, however, he had just stepped over, and suddenly, a spiritual force that reflected the color rushed over, actually pushing his body to the side.
It is the power of the Nightmare of God.
There are very few people who can block their own power now, and the No. 2 Nightmare of God is one of them.
If you don't have a strong determination to kill No. 2, you can't easily break the power of God's Nightmare.
"Son, I said it, I don't allow you to refuse."
The old dean answered No. 2's words softly, and placed the blank poker card in No. 2's palm.
The whole process, No. 2 refused.
But his body was like being crawled by countless worms.
His muscles, his limbs, or his life, seemed out of his control.
It made him look like a robot, showing refusal and running away, but in fact he couldn't do anything, he could only take the poker card obediently, and then the space around him suddenly changed. Twisted and distant.
The body of No. 2 exudes colorful rays of light, and is pushed into the depths of the space, like a statue.
He was like a god and a puppet, with tears streaming down his face, but he was in a position he shouldn't have.
In the end, he cast a desperate look at Lu Xin, as if he let out a silent low cry:
"Number Nine, when we met again, you should have killed me..."
"… "
"Life, is life..."
As No. 2 was pushed into the depths of space, No. 5 suddenly discovered something and cried out.
No. 2 was unwilling to be a witness to the sacrifice, but he had no choice. It seemed that another force had ruled for him. From beginning to end, he did not resist the old dean, but instead used his own strength. , pushed Lu Xin, who wanted to help, aside.
This is because his life is not his own.
He was once killed by a tyrant and was brought back to life by the old dean, and at that time he began...
"Yes… "
Listening to No. 5's words, the old dean nodded lightly: "Children, when you were rescued by me, your life no longer belonged to you. When I decided to rescue you, you were already the ultimate candidates I chose. , I thought that when you grow up, you may be rebellious, so at that time, I already wrote the password into your life and prepared for this sacrifice."
As he spoke, he turned his attention to Number Three.
No. 3 had already rushed out of the window at this time, and fled into the distance.
However, the space was stretched endlessly, and his life-threatening dash seemed to be just standing still.
The old dean stood quietly beside him and said softly, "It's a surprise to me that the pale hand didn't die in Qinggang, but now he really doesn't have the ultimate authority, so you It's not difficult to replace him temporarily."
He put a poker card into number three's hand.
With a slight push, No. 3 let out a desperate roar, and inside his body, a twisted and slender monster was pushed out.
It was pale, with palms growing out of it, squirming hideously, and being pushed into the depths of space.
"Crazy, go to hell..."
No. 5 suddenly waved a ferocious chainsaw, slashing at the old dean, cursing wildly.
But the old dean allowed the chainsaw to cut into his body, but his movements were not affected at all. He placed a playing card between No. 5's lips and pushed it gently. The rickety man's body was separated, his limbs were soft and weak, and he fell into the depths of the space: "You will follow the power of your dominance and become a new scepter, even though you don't have a scepter."
"The girl in Qinggang chose other authority, which is a good thing for us..."
"… "
The old dean seemed to whisper with some comfort, then turned around and held down No. 8, who was roaring and attacking him.
"Maybe there's a chance later that you can build your own midnight court."
"But for now, you only need to witness temporarily as the ultimate, and that's enough..."
"… "
Almost in a desperate attitude, Lu Xin watched the old dean push the students into the depths of the space, and looked at their pained and twisted faces, but he looked at them like a god whose hands were bound. In this world, he felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness, which he had never experienced since he mastered the power of anger and began to digest his only consciousness.
Incompetent anger doesn't solve any problem...
And in his desperate eyes, he suddenly heard giggling laughter.
He saw tall and funny clowns, dancing weird dances, coming from the twisted and elongated space.
He was excited, happy, and went to his place.
Then he saw that a girl with white hair appeared and an expressionless girl floated quietly in this space.
They stood in the depths of the space in six different orientations, bowing their heads slightly, like bound gods, watching the world, under their eyes, the space appeared heavy and slow tearing, layers of dark red The rays of light emerged, the reality of this world and the projection of the abyss began to faintly merge, and a terrifying tremor emerged from the abyss.
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Crowned clown.
nothingness.
The old dean did not know how to persuade the crowned clown, and obtained nothingness from a generation of researchers.
Nothingness does not understand rejection, and the clown is his partner.
So, he already has six of the seven archangels, and his sacrificial plan has...
"Now… "
The old dean turned around slowly, his eyes swept over the dying No. 14, the No. 7 who sat beside the dining table, the unwilling but seriously injured No. 12, and the two small fists tightly clenched. Little Nineteen, then shook his head gently:
"You were also the candidates I prepared, and I like to do a little more preparation in case of a rainy day."
"However, now that I have enough choices, your mission as candidates has been completed, and you can leave at any time."
"Although, there is no difference in leaving or not..."
"… "
Then, he looked at Lu Xin: "child, you are the last..."
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"Why do you think I'll help you..."
Indescribable anger welled up from Lu Xin's heart, and the black particles in his eyes seemed to form a vortex.
The strong sense of powerlessness aggravated his anger. He couldn't stop his classmates from becoming the gods who were collared by the old dean, because the old dean had engraved the password in their lives, and everything was early. Just preparing in the dark...
But he was still unwilling.
He couldn't hurt the old dean himself, but it didn't mean that the old dean could hurt himself.
Even if they were in person at first, now they have the capital to fight against.
Besides, in his own life, there is no such strange thing written by the old dean...
"you will… "
But in response to Lu Xin's anger, the old dean just shook his head gently.
"Child, you are the most representative of the original ultimate, and also the level beyond the ultimate."
"So, you are the altar master I chose to sacrifice, and you are the one who can really help me promote this sacrifice..."
"you… "
He paused slightly, then looked at Lu Xin seriously: "You are my greatest work..."
"I know you too. Your life has always been dark..."
"… "
"quack..."
Lu Xin's teeth were almost shattered, knowing that it was useless, his crazy mental power was poured out to the old dean. He could no longer tolerate the feeling that his fate was being manipulated, and he had no intention of creating a relationship with such a crazy plan. any involvement.
However, just as he thought so, he even rushed over like this.
The old dean in front of him suddenly disappeared like a bubble, but the voice came from behind him.
"Are you ready?"
Lu Xin suddenly felt a shudder in his heart, and turned his head sharply.
Then he saw that the old dean was standing in the corner of the room, holding a gun that he didn't know if it was real.
The gun was aimed at his sister who was hiding on the ceiling.
"Actually, I can have my current plan because of the inspiration I found in you..."
The old dean slowly raised his head, looked at Lu Xin, and said, "When I saw you again many years later, I saw the little seventeen beside you. Killed with my own hands, I didn't save her back, but she lives by your side, she can think, speak, and even has her own naughty and temper, you can see and touch it, as if it's real..."
The old dean spoke slowly, stopped slightly, and then sighed softly: "Actually, many people will develop a miraculous self-protection mechanism when they are severely hit and irreversible tragedies, but I didn't expect that the original Tyrants also…”
"Your consciousness is divided, and you put the dead Seventeen back to your side."
"You were with her, sharing the pain, the grief, the despair, and the constant insecurities with her..."
"… "
The old dean stopped lightly, and seemed to look at Lu Xin with some distress: "Child, do you know that you have a split personality?"
As he spoke, he gently pulled the trigger.
"Bah!"
The powerful spiritual power instantly enveloped the younger sister who was clinging to the ceiling.