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Chapter 1364 Chapter 7: "The world burns to my color ()."

Eleven fifty.

A blue-haired young man stood on the ice field.

He had three pairs of fin-like wings, long blue hair fluttering, his face covered with sapphire-like scales, and in his arms he held a pool of bloody meat.

In front of him was an underground shelter with an iron staircase leading underground.

In order to prevent the end of the world, the people of Luowasha built underground shelters in many places. But this is just psychological comfort. Even if you hide thousands of meters underground, you can't survive the red sun.

The reason why Lu is alive is that he was lucky enough to pick up the divinity of the sea angel Nagasha, which gives him a certain resistance.

After swallowing Nagasha's godhead, the rejection reaction was not as strong as Lu Shu's. But he felt his emotions becoming more violent, and Nagasha's bewitching voice always accompanied his brain.

After picking up the body of Devil Line Su Mingan who fell from the building, he held the remaining flesh and blood in his arms, waiting for Su Mingan to "grow" out, just like before in the sea.

"Rustle, rustle." He stepped on the snow, his nails digging deep into the flesh.

Along the way, he did not see any survivors. Only piles of frozen ashes were left on the streets, as if the entire civilization had turned into a solidified statue.

He tried to find survivors and searched thousands of shelters... but no one responded to his call.

This was the 1012th shelter he had found.

Walking down the iron stairs, he saw an iron door. The door had long been rotten and the cold wind was flowing in endlessly.

Pushing open the door, there were three human figures sitting together in the room, with two larger ones protecting the smaller one underneath them.

Their bones had been burned, and only the vague gesture of their embrace could be seen. The frost froze their melting bones at the last moment.

Hongri seldom destroyed things, so most of the items around the skeletons were kept, such as teddy bear bracelets, silver rings, children's paintings... all left next to the three skeletons.

Lu squatted down and picked up the painting with brushstrokes still visible. It showed a little girl standing between her father and mother, holding a feather pen. The red sun at the top of the painting was crossed out with many crosses.

Next to it was a line of small characters, written in crooked Rovasha language: [I want to be the most powerful creator, I want to be Squee Aolivis! Soon, I will wipe out the red sun! Don't be afraid, mom and dad! We will be safe hiding hereヽ()]

“……” Lu rubbed the paper with his dry and purple fingers.

Something was stirring in my heart.

Without disturbing the three skeletons cuddling together, he turned and left.

He had seen many such situations along the way.

There were skeletons of wolves and sheep, nestled together, as if they had broken through the limits of the food chain. There were also skeletons of tigers and deer, holding hands, calmly waiting until the last moment. There were also many large skeletons, stacked one on top of the other, almost completely blocked. When one looked through a gap, one discovered a young skeleton sitting inside...

The higher dimensions are ruthless, the gods are indifferent. From the perspective of the universe, the world always seems small.

The feather pen of Sique Olivers is so grand that with one stroke, everything comes to life, and the whole world is a piece of gummy bear that can be copied by anyone.

But when he walked among the crowd and saw people's last moments with his own eyes, he realized what a huge and profound doomsday this was.

At 11:52, Lu found another shelter.

But in this shelter, singing could be heard.

——Is anyone still alive and singing together?
How can this be?

Except for a few people like Su Mingan and Si Que, most people didn't know that the world would be reset. They thought that this was the end of the world, and that when the polar night came at twelve o'clock, all those who were still alive would freeze to death. Lu himself also thought so, and he felt that he only had a few minutes left to live.

But, there are people who actually sing in the face of destruction?
The song became louder and louder, floating out along the cold wind:
"O wingless bird, oh bird,
“What do you use as wings?

"Which heaven are you flying to?

"What made heaven?
“Suffering, tragedy—or glorious death?

"I sing of tragedy and death, and write of sorrow,
“Waiting for the glory of destiny, or the delusion of that moment.

"Just create, don't look...

"We should only give it a soul, but not sympathize with its demise...

"We should only wait for its ultimate glory to be revealed, and not feel sorry for its demise...

"O wingless bird, oh bird,
“What do you use as wings?

"Which heaven are you flying to?

"Will heaven be,
"The appearance of the library..."

……

The road went in.

He thought he would see a group of pampered superior races or clergy with lofty beliefs.

—but he saw only a group of ragged men and women.

They have messy hair, pale faces, thin bodies, purple lips, and belong to different races.

In the face of destruction, racial barriers seem insignificant.

As for the reason why they are alive, it is a girl with white hair and red eyes. She sits in the middle of the crowd, holding a small sun in her hand, and the heat of the small sun protects the people. Once she stops, these people will freeze to death instantly.

Hearing the footsteps, the girl looked at him and said, "Sit down and wait for the last nine minutes together."

"Qins?" Lu was surprised: "You are still alive? How could you protect these people?"

Qin Si is just a nanny at the top of the list. How can she protect so many people?

I have heard the system prompt "Teammate Qin Si died" on the way. But Qin Si appeared here alive. What is her true identity?
Qin Si said calmly: "Anyway, you will all forget everything in eight minutes. What's the point of knowing all this? Why not share the food in your arms with everyone?"

Lu hugged the piece of meat tightly in his arms and shook his head.

At this moment, Qins seemed to sense something, and suddenly looked towards the north pole through the thick wall.

"..." Her red eyes flashed with solemnity.

At this moment, Lu had a vague premonition in his heart, but he didn't know what it meant. He just felt as if something was passing away.

A beautiful aurora flashed across the sky, and thousands of stars were shining brightly.

"Qins, what are you looking at?" Lu asked.

"Looking at a little greedy cat." said Qin Si.

"Little greedy cat?" Lu didn't understand.

At this time, several players in the group screamed: "Su Mingan's life response is gone! Damn! What happened!!"

"What?" Lu walked over immediately.

A middle-aged male player stood up and took out a compass: "This is a tracking item that can record a player's life status. I saw Su Mingan from a distance before and bound him. His life response was still on just now, although it was very weak, but now it suddenly dimmed!"

Lu stood up suddenly and looked towards the north. His intuition told him that he should go there.

"You can't go." Qin Si said: "Your body has reached its limit."

"I have to go too." Lu spread his wings. No matter who it was, he couldn't just sit there and watch.

But as soon as he stepped onto the ground, he felt as if his whole body was frozen, and a sense of death came over him. In the last few minutes, the extreme cold had reached such a point that it was difficult to move.

Lu could only go back underground and look at Qin Si.

"Who the hell are you!?" Lu demanded.

"Go back and recite the names of the twenty-seven gods of Lovasa." Qins shook his head, pushed him into a room with his palm, and said, "Have a good rest, don't run around."

"Oh!"

The door slammed shut and Lu kicked it immediately, but the surface of the door was covered with a layer of reddish-gold light and he couldn't kick it open.

"...Don't waste your energy. She is in chains, and you definitely can't open it with your strength. You'd better do the same as me and wait patiently until the end at twelve o'clock." A voice came from behind.

Looking back, he saw a purple-haired young man sitting quietly on a chair. He was wearing a silver mask that revealed a pair of golden eyes, and a black military uniform with golden tassels. He was lazily leaning against a statue of the God of Inspiration.

"Purple hair and golden eyes, are you... Si Que Olivers?" Lu asked in surprise.

"Do you only recognize people by their hair color and eye color? If their hair color and eye color are the same, do they have to look the same?" The Lord of the World tapped the table with his knuckles and said impatiently, "I am the Lord of the World, Wenjun."

"So you are the Lord of the World. I have heard of your vicious reputation." Lu said.

"So what if my fame spreads across the continent? I can only stay in this small room and wait for everything to end." The Lord of the World shrugged.

Lu was extremely anxious, but he couldn't go out and could only look at the clock on the wall.

Tick, tick, tick.

Time did not stop and continued to flow downwards.

The singing outside the door became louder and louder, ordinary lives were singing to death.

"puff."

At this moment, Lu heard a sound of flesh being pierced, and he immediately looked towards the Lord of the World with vigilance.

The Lord stretched out his right hand, inserted it into his own chest, peeled off the flesh, revealing his pounding heart, and took out a feather pen to write on his heart.

Lu was shocked: “What are you doing?”

The Lord of the World paid no attention to him. The blood flowed down his skin, but he paid no attention. After a moment, he stopped writing, his eyes showing satisfaction.

He is one of the few people who know about reset. This is a method he has researched for a long time to preserve memory - soul copying. He seems to be writing on his heart, but in fact he is writing on his soul, and he only wrote a few keywords. Every time he resets, these keywords will leave a certain amount of ink in his soul. As long as the number of resets is enough, the quantitative change will achieve qualitative change, and he can understand from the keywords and then awaken certain memories.

At this time, the Lord looked towards the road and suddenly asked:
"...Sea King, if you were given a chance to live your life again, what kind of person would you like to be?"

Lu didn't understand why the Lord suddenly asked such a philosophical question. He thought about it and told the truth: "I might... stay away from the first gun I picked up when I was four years old. What about you? Don't you want to try to change it?"

"If I could do it all over again." The Lord of the World looked at the ink on his heart, and most of the keywords were [cold, ruler, person in power, decisive in killing, hate substitutes, grassroots counterattack]: "I would still be a cruel person, a Lord of the World with a bad reputation throughout Luowasha."

Only with weapons in hand can you survive.

This is the law of survival he learned from working his way up from the bottom of Luowasha.

Even now, he himself can't tell, in countless resets, whether his "personality" is derived from his true appearance, or whether these "personalities" written by himself have reshaped him?
Lu said, “Didn’t you try to change?”

The Lord of the World sneered: "No need. Weakness will only lead to one's destruction."

But when he saw the piece of meat in Lu's arms, the Lord's eyes darkened and he filled in a few key words in his heart:
【Follow Su Mingan】

This is a topic worth investing in. Perhaps it can help him change something. But he vaguely feels that this will be an extremely dangerous keyword.

But that was okay. He just found it...interesting.

They sat in the room quietly, the seconds ticking away.

Eleven fifty-eight.

Time still hasn't stopped.

……

"Tap, tap, tap."

The Inorganic God came to the World Tree.

The World Tree sways its crystal-colored branches and leaves, and its top is covered with green grass, with millions of branches and leaves hanging down.

There were messy bloodstains scattered all around, some left by Su Lin, some by Xi Boer, and some by Su Ming An...

The Inorganic God looked towards the World Tree, his body making a "cracking" sound, and the mechanical liquid surrounding his body condensed into a giant cannon. He aimed at the bark and fired fiercely!
"boom--!!"

Colorful black rushed out from the muzzle, mixed with flickering flames, blasting the bark and revealing the scene inside.

There were sword marks crisscrossing inside the tree and scorch marks all over the ground, obviously it had been through a great battle, and there were almost no intact branches and leaves left.

But by this time, the battle was over. A broken golden sword fell to the ground, a few pieces of blood-stained robes fluttered in the wind, and the corpse of the giant dragon was covered with blood.

The Inorganic God walked in slowly.

Seeing outsiders entering, the branches and leaves of the World Tree instantly rushed over, trying to resist the approach of the Inorganic God, but were blasted away by the Inorganic God with a palm.

The Inorganic God walked straight to the center of the World Tree, and several huge cannons appeared on his body with a "click". He said coldly:
"World Tree, hand over the source of the world - from now on, Luowasha is under my control."

The World Tree trembled, obviously unwilling.

Just when the Inorganic God was about to take action, Boss Rabbit came over, pushing aside the branches.

"Chew, chew, chew..."

It chewed a golden eyeball and ate it with relish.