The shape of the knife is simple and elegant, as if it were poured with flowing lines, but it is also wrapped in astonishing beauty and splendor, as if fire is exploding in the scabbard. There is no sun in the sky, it is the sun that falls on the earth, shining everyone's faces with its rapidly passing light!
However, this light only lasts for a moment.
To be precise, "a moment" is used to describe the time it shines, but it is also as long and slow as the trembling footprints left by an old man on the autumn leaves. It comes and then disappears without a trace - the distance during this period is shorter than the toes of fanatics and gods, shorter than the lips and hearts of passionate lovers, even shorter than fish and the sea water, people and air that face each other day and night. .
Snap Finger has been sheathed.
He Qin closed the knife, and its glory was tightly sealed, hidden in the dark tether. The mist lingered, and he stood silently, his eyes like molten gold and the setting sun, and his steel-straight shoulders seemed to carry the eternal majesty of Kunlun. He said softly: "Only the desperadoes are desperate and have no way out, so their resistance is powerful."
Mad Angel froze in place, still maintaining a pious posture with his arms raised high, Wen Zheliu tightened his lips, and as far as he could see, it seemed as if the wisps of white mist visible to the naked eye in the world were neatly twitching.
"Your god fights against destiny, against the source, against the world," he continued, "so much hatred, and more loneliness than hatred... She is about to crown herself, and we all rise up. Disobedient villain."
In the long, suffocating silence, the white tower behind Mad Angel suddenly erupted with a loud and painful sound!
Like the world-destroying thunder releasing their dying roars and wails, half of the White Tower slid flatly and diagonally cut out a staggered displacement, as if it was lightly wiped by God's serrated cake knife, and it slid in the wail. Falling into the abyss and into the middle of rows of buildings, the dust and smoke blasted thousands of miles away, making the entire transfer station tremble.
"What about you?" He Qin asked.
After a long silence, the mad angel's hard and smooth upper and lower lips collided with each other, knocking out two fragmented syllables.
"...my...lord..."
"Will she look at you one more time before sitting on the throne?"
"...ever...live..."
Countless live eyeballs exploded into a continuous and shattering mist of blood!
The mad angel's halo flew into disappearing powder, and the color of the marble was dull and sluggish, spreading from its arms and head, and then spurting into the vast sky like swirling heavy snow.
Its eight hooves were firmly embedded in the ground, and its upper body rolled down into the flying dust, splashed sand and gravel, broken houses, and many other ruins, with a loud rumbling sound and shock waves roaring back and forth like If a comet hits the Earth's surface, even if the Statue of Liberty crashes into the mouth of the Hudson River, it will not cause more damage than it does now.
The eagerly rolling torrent slowly became sluggish. Even the hundreds of thousands of human players who were tired of escaping for their lives involuntarily stopped at this moment, got up from the ground, and staggered to look at the battle situation in the distance behind them.
This is not a category that humans can reach, this is not a level that human power can achieve.
Richardson was as silent as a ghost, and Huaying's mouth was big enough to fit two eggs.
The rolling rubble was like a collapsed waterfall, covering half of Mad Angel's huge face as he fell into the ruins.
"Hengxin's... mad angel." He Qin called its name, "You love her deeply, just as a believer loves his god. People with faith are happy. Those miracles that are believed to be true by word of mouth, Power, all will turn into love and enthusiasm for the grand narrative, flowing in their veins from beginning to end, but can people who survive solely on passion and unquestionable fanaticism still be called human beings?"
The mad angel's lips, which were chapped with tens of thousands of cracks, opened and spat out fragmented words: "...the Lord...the...glory...light...shine..."
He Qin lowered his eyes, his face was as handsome as a god, and there was cold compassion in his eyes: "I won't kill you, but the snap of a finger is both the fastest and the slowest knife in the world. Who can defy time? Your core has been cut in half by it. Even if you cannot rely on the system or your own strength to regenerate and heal, you will not die immediately. You can only fall here and wait for the death caused by aging. "
The mad angel stopped talking. Its broken and hollow eyes stared at the figure above. It was as small as ashes, but it held the highest and most powerful authority like a king, able to give orders to the entire world.
"At this time, if no one saves you, you are really dead." He Qin's voice was low and hoarse, like a devil's whisper when entangled in the wind, "Have you experienced death? No, you have not. Ten Ten thousand times, millions of times, the module of destiny operates, you defeat many humans, and are defeated by many humans, but this is not death to you, it is just countless disconnections."
He smiled sincerely, and his molten gold eyes were like a pool of spring water wrinkled by the drunken wind, filled with the intoxicating temperature of peach blossoms: "Do you want to call the Holy Sister? Call for her power, call for her gaze - There are so many good things in the future, and there are so many glorious and prosperous times that are waiting for you to witness. How much you long to see the world crawling at her feet, and she also receives the fear and love from the world! You are really willing Are you going to die just like that?”
Wen Zheliu understood what He Qin was going to do.
"...But," he changed the subject, "However. The Holy Nun is marching into the real world. Saving you means devoting part of your energy to conquer the world. You must know that the connection between everything is always mysterious and has no According to the theory, when a butterfly in South America flaps its wings, it may set off a storm in the ocean on the other side. Who can guess the result of her spreading of power? But if she doesn’t save you... Anyway, how do you choose? "
"You...are you going to force it to death?" Wen Zheliu finally asked softly.
The roles are strangely reversed, the inhuman monster becomes a prisoner living under the stairs, and the object it needs to hunt becomes the devil who uses the ink of blood and the quill of the black swan to tempt it to make a choice. Du Zijun said nothing, and Xie Yuanyuan was completely dumbfounded. It seemed like it was the first time they had met He Qin like this.
Only He Qin knew how much sin and guilt he had buried in his heart. He is the new king who broke his brother's limbs and exiled his soul into the wasteful universe. He is cursed by his blood relatives. Fortunately, the seeds of guilt have not rotted, and the soil of sin has not been cut off. The seeds and soil are connected, and they can eventually bear a baby that falls to the ground and can be called a little sun that he can hold in the palm of his hand.
"At this time, any trouble caused to the Holy Sister is useful help." He replied in his heart, "No matter if it is dead or not."
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"It will not choose to call the Holy Sister," Wen Zheliu said silently, "It can only..."
The Mad Angel's chest roared intermittently. It fell into the expanding pool of blood, and suddenly stretched out an arm that had not been completely shattered. Like a dying King Kong, it grabbed the towering Empire State Building. It also dug into the White Tower. In the center, a ball of dark blood was grasped.
"... illumination... world... people... "
With a snap of his fingers, his core was cut in half. One half was rapidly withering death, and the other half was slowly withering life. This made it unable to heal itself, and it would not be judged dead by the system and refreshed. The mad angel swallowed the living half and held death in the palm of his hand.
The cracks gradually healed on its face, but that was just the face.
"This is..." Mad Angel's voice became smooth and weird at the same time. Its voice was sometimes magnificent, sometimes thin, sometimes ancient and thick, sometimes sharp, like an old-fashioned gramophone with current flowing wildly. "The last...repayment to the ants." …”
"It seems that you have made your final choice," He Qin said indifferently, "However, I have always had a problem."
The mad angel looked up at him coldly.
"Since Ragnarok has started, you should already have a detailed understanding of your identity." He Qin looked down at it lightly, "A product created by humans, programmed by humans, and written by humans, how can we call humans ants? answer me."
"I am... a believer who has no previous life and no way out." The mad angel spoke, actually using "I", "The past and the future do not belong to me. I was only given the 'present' life by a god. Then He is the only God I serve and love."
"Birth is also empty, and death is also empty. Whoever gives me meaning is the parent who gave birth to me and ended my enemies. She is both a parent and an enemy. I love her, I hate her, I admire her, I fear her, she They are gods and have nothing to do with arrogant ants."
The mad angel said hoarsely: "I want to... smash the wheel of destiny, I want to tear the snake to pieces, I want to break the circle. If all the worlds are really destroyed, then it will be up to me to stop loving her. She gave up on me, not for anything else."
I don’t know why, it said these words subconsciously. Facing this man, it seemed that everything was invisible and could not be hidden, so it simply said that the path it chose was right in front of it, and it was not bad. This little time.
A long, long time ago, when it was still a human being with a blank identity and past, surviving in the flames of war and plague, one morning, lying on the bed next to a pile of firewood made of burning corpses, with the stinging cold dew in the morning, its pupils Reflecting the pale cold light of the morning glow, there was a voice beside me that could not tell whether it was a girl or a woman, asking it, "Can I borrow a fire?"
It turned its bony face, the whites of its eyes were smeared with black ash from gunpowder smoke. The nun in white robe held an extinguished lamp and looked down at it.
Before that, it only knew that he was a refugee, a survivor whose family had been destroyed, and a cannon fodder that was always accompanied by war and death. But where his hometown was and what kind of family he had, he couldn't figure it out, nor could he think about it. thing. After this, its body was suddenly filled with new concepts.
It met a special individual, and the outcome of the conversation between the individual and it was unpredictable and not in the predetermined fate.
"...Okay." It opened its mouth and tried to say the first word.
From then on, its world had everything.
He Qin's face was calm and he nodded slightly.
"The ancients said that all things are prepared by me. You can choose your ending because of this, which is considered brave."
He pushed the snap away again.