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Chapter 1455: One Hundred and Five · "OE · The Last Holy Communion (2)"

The numerous faces kept uttering words of temptation. The black fog strangled Su Mingan, making him feel suffocated. His vision was shaking and blurry, and his fingers could not hold the pen, making it difficult for him to move.

A dizzy feeling came over him, and he could hardly control himself and was drowning in it.

Then, another female face appeared.

Black bangs, black pupils, upturned lips, sharp features, and a white Isha flower in her hairpin, she looked at him with a smile. Her face was free of the pain and numbness of others.

——Chiqin’s face.

The eighth seat also merged with the dead Chiqin.

In the black fog, her eyebrows curved and she opened her mouth to say: "...Brother, you haven't taken us to the wonton stall yet."

Su Mingan's eyes flickered.

...Chiqin.

...After you were integrated, you have been trying hard to maintain your own identity and not be assimilated. Is it to wake me up at this critical moment?
Qian Qin was no longer able to answer him.

The black fog discovered her remaining consciousness and instantly engulfed her last bit of awareness. She had become like the other faces, without any independence.

"Qianqin" is completely dead.

Su Ming'an raised his eyelids and looked at Yamada Machiichi, Mo Yan, Aini and others in the distance with lingering eyes. Then he slowly raised the corners of his mouth, tightly gripped the feather pen, pointed it at his heart, and put it down without hesitation.

The tip of the pen outlined a line of golden words that appeared, shining brightly.

……

【——Now, let’s “share” him. 】

【Sharing this final "holy communion"——Su Mingan. 】

……

slam-la-

Everyone heard the sound of pages turning.

The huge sky was transformed into a huge, open, beige book. The densely packed drama memory lenses were neatly arranged, like transparent and shining dominoes. The last drama memory lens was summoned out, and the golden words written by Su Mingan fell on the last huge page of the book.

Boom boom, boom boom.

The heartbeat of the world rang out all around, and everyone felt the ground shaking. Golden rainbow light filled their field of vision, as if a torrent of fate was rushing towards them and converging on the writer, "The 76th Olivers".

The young man's black hair was lifted up by the torrent, revealing his smooth and white forehead, and his eyes were radiant with golden light, like the melting gold of the setting sun. His clothes turned into a stream of crystal-colored words, and his body turned into a pure source of energy, like flowing alluring amber.

"Wow——!"

It was as if a pair of crystal-colored wings grew out of his shoulder blades and rose high, like a sprout breaking through the soil, like his naturally grown flesh and blood.

One side of the wings was connected to his body, and the other side was connected to the sky which was transformed from the book.

And he is the core connecting heaven and earth, a slightly beating bright crystal.

His white eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he waved the feather pen and continued to write:
……

[——Give his heart to Ijulaiel, so that the seed of the World Tree can be restored to its original state, and the World Tree can continue to resist the Lord of the End of All Things.]

……

Within the World Tree.

Ijulaire was covered in blood and finally defeated the demonized gods. She was about to stop the world master from snatching the books when she felt something.

She closed her eyes, sensed the outside of the World Tree, suddenly smiled bitterly, and murmured:
"Really? You two are exactly the same, exactly the same... idiots..."

Her expression was no longer as cold as ice. Perhaps it was the behavior of two similar people that finally made her understand why humans cry while laughing, and why they laugh while crying.

This is a really, really complicated answer.

……

[——Concentrate his faith and authority in his eyes, and everything will come true with a thought. This power will be given...]

Su Mingan paused for a moment, then resolutely wrote:

[…will be given to Lu Shu. He will be invincible, indestructible, and victorious in every battle.]

……

Outside the Lamb barrier.

A white-haired young man with a pair of scarlet bat wings, a vampire crown on his head, and a blood-red blade in his hand, stood quietly.

The slightly long white bangs blocked his eyes, so his expression could not be seen. One could only see the light of water flashing across the side of his face.

He said nothing, nor did he beat the Lamb barrier like others. He would not stop Su Mingan, nor would he make decisions for Su Mingan, and would always support Su Mingan's ideas.

But at this moment, Lu Shu felt a strong sense of rebellion and pain.

He doesn't want this.

He doesn't want this.

……

[——Condensing his devouring power in his palm, he devours everything and digests everything. This power will grant...]

Before Su Mingan finished writing this sentence, he suddenly felt his wrist being grabbed.

"Have you really thought about it?"

The tip of the pen trembled, and a pair of golden eyes broke through the black mist.

Then, a head full of purple hair fluttered, and a beautiful face came into view. The shadow of Si Que Olivers, the "76th Generation Olivers", emerged from the tip of the feather pen and looked at him.

The two of them are from the same generation of "Olives". Si Que had left a piece of consciousness on Su Ming'an's feather pen in advance. Once he felt that something important was happening, Si Que's consciousness would appear.

"...Yeah." Su Mingan smiled faintly: "I've thought about it."

The moment he learned that he was merging with the "Eighth Seat", Su Mingan thought of the best solution.

Since Alande said that the power of "fusion" restrains the power of "devouring", one cannot devour oneself, so Su Mingan is destined to be fused and cannot reversely devour the eighth seat.

Then,

——At the critical moment when he merged with the Eighth Seat, he gave up the power of "devouring" and let others eat him up. Skin and bones, the Eighth Seat, Alande, and Su Mingan himself...were eaten together.

As long as there are enough people who participate in the sharing of food, the power of the Eighth Seat will be dispersed. Even if the Eighth Seat has the power of "fusion", it will not be able to gather its power under the care of Ijulaiel and the World Tree. The Elf King Huangala will also gain enough power from the gods to make the Fifth Seat Spark descend to the world and suppress the Eighth Seat's power to rise again.

This is the best solution. There is no need to worry about Su Mingan losing himself after being merged, and it also swallows up the power of the eighth seat. The only price is Su Mingan and Alande.

Of course, there are also considerable risks, such as the Eighth Seat being extremely powerful, and the Fifth Seat failing to descend successfully. But we must try.

And one most crucial thing...Su Mingan's "Death Rollback" authority.

Because this authority cannot be written openly, Su Mingan did not write down who this authority was given to. After he was "swallowed" and shared, this authority would most likely fall into the hands of the most powerful player. Even if the eighth seat had a backup plan, it would not be able to contend with the power of this supreme authority.

This plays a decisive role in resisting the Lord of the End of All Things.

All Su Mingan had to do was make this decision.

Make this decision... to make yourself into a "sacrament".

"Mr. Lighthouse, you haven't waited until I wake up yet." Si Que sighed.

The black fog was so cold that it seemed to freeze the blood. Su Mingan began to shiver, and couldn't help shivering... perhaps it was too cold.

"Big lazy bird, you did the same thing back then, right?" Su Ming'an smiled, "Before the big resets again and again... you would deliberately walk up to the table and let the emperors eat you."

The pair of golden pupils widened slightly.

Then, Si Que Olivers smiled gently, with the ends of his blue-gray and crimson eyes curled up like the long tail feathers of a magpie:

"Ah."

"you caught me."

As the initiator of the Rovasha Great Reset and the only person who could retain the most complete memory of the 3030 Rovasha Great Reset, Si Que Olivers discovered the truth of the universe very early.

Swallow.

——Devour others and enrich yourself.

Even the higher dimensions cannot escape this truth. They defeat their enemies not for the pleasure of killing, but to devour them and gain their authority and energy.

At the meeting after the end of the tenth world, the twelve organizers proposed to divide Su Mingan in order to eat up any authority he might have.

Therefore, by devouring others, one can plunder their precious things and abundant nutrients.

When Sique Olivers discovered this, he did not think of plundering, but exactly the opposite.

By eating others, you can obtain the nutrients in their bodies.

——Then, if I store "nutrition" in my own body and deliberately let others eat it, can I transfer the nutrition without leaving any trace?
Temperature, humidity, terrain, resources, country, destiny, scientific system, creation system, level, outside world, gods, race. Key historical nodes, key plots, key world trends, key methods of salvation.

In order to conceal the Lord of the End of All Things from prying eyes, Si Que could not reveal these important information. But he also needed to make Luowasha move in an orderly direction to prevent too much chaos.

So he thought of using himself as a body to store information.

What he wants is not for people to remember this information clearly, after all, the Great Reset will cleanse the memory, and it is impossible for all of it to be retained. What he wants is the formation of a "collective subconscious".

The "collective subconscious" refers to the unconscious common thinking that people have inherited and experienced together, such as "humans are naturally afraid of snakes" and "not wearing clothes is bad." These things do not need to be taught or emphasized, people will subconsciously think so.

Through the information infusion brought by sharing food again and again, people will form a cycle of "share Si Que - get information - experience reset and forget - share Si Que again - get information again - experience reset and forget again..." Gradually, the information that Si Que wants to convey will take root deeper and deeper in people's souls.

Once the "collective subconscious" is successfully formed, people will subconsciously do things according to the information he conveys without Si Que explaining what to do. For example, if he wants to convey the message of "stay away from the Demon Mother Goddess", then Si Que doesn't need to say anything, people will subconsciously stay away from the Demon Mother Goddess every time. For another example, if he wants to convey the message of "must keep a close eye on Su Sheng of the Lin tribe and pay attention to Su Ming'an", then Si Que doesn't need to say anything, people will subconsciously chase Su Ming'an every time.

As the number of times people share Si Que increases, they will subconsciously know how to avoid tragedies, how to participate in key events, and how to save the world...

"【Temperature information】 is stored in the forehead, 【Humidity information】 is stored in the mouth and tongue, 【Scientific system】 is stored in the left brain, 【Creation system】 is stored in the right brain, 【Key historical nodes】 are stored in the ten fingers, and 【Key methods of salvation】 are stored in the blood... Well, everyone can drink it this way. 【Destiny direction】 is the eyes, and 【Information of the Gods】 is the heart. The heart is the most critical, so the most powerful one should eat it. That's all..." Si Que arranged himself in this way, smiled and adjusted his bow tie, facing the emperors who were deliberately angered by him.

"Sique Olivers, you did all those bad things!?" Everyone accused him angrily.

"Yeah, that's right." Si Que raised the corners of his mouth, his crimson eyes fluttered, and he spread his hands helplessly: "I did it all. If you have the guts, eat me?"

He smiled as he was pierced by the blade and blood gushed out.

The first time Si Que sat at the table, he felt painful.

Undoubtedly, the feeling of being eaten was not pleasant, and it even made him extremely scared.

"No, no, no, I must not try it a second time. This is too horrible..." After the reset, Si Que touched his intact body, covered in cold sweat and almost fainted.

Her fingers tightly grasped her long hair, her heart was in turmoil. After a moment, her ear feathers drooped slightly.

“But if I don’t do this, before it’s reset a few times, Luowasha will be in chaos to a horrible degree… Otherwise, if Luowasha is destroyed, where will I find inspiration…” Si Que sighed softly.

At the end of this reset, he once again walked to the dining table.

"Ugh, no... I still can't stand it... This is too horrible, too painful..." After resetting, he was covered in cold sweat.

The third time I walked to the table.

"I will never do it again next time... Just destroy it, this is not something a normal person can do..."

Going to the table for the fourth time.

"It hurts, it hurts, no, I can't do this anymore..."

the fifth time.

"This is really the last time. I will never do this again... Ugh..."

the sixth time.

"Hiss, no, no..."

Seventh time.

"it hurts……"

The eighth time.

"..."

Ninth time.

"elder sister……"

tenth time.

Twentieth time.

The hundredth time.

After reading a lot of books, Si Que Olivers finally found a way to relieve his pain - hypnosis. One night, with disheveled hair, wearing a blood-red long coat, and a golden pocket watch, he stared at the mirror and said to himself:

"Sique Oliver, the 76th writer."

"You take pleasure in sharing."

"You are excited by the loss of flesh and blood."

“You like the feel of a knife and fork cutting into something.”

"You love the feeling of being eaten and want to chase that pleasure."

"You are a...super big M-bird."

The corners of the crimson eyes are slightly upturned.

The golden pupils gradually became blurred and scattered, reflected in the mirror under the candlelight.

He stared at the somewhat unfamiliar self in the mirror with a smile, picked up the silver knife and fork, and stabbed his skin.

“Ha, hahahaha, huh…hahahahaha…”

The moment the blood gushed out, intense excitement and joy also appeared.

His heart was suddenly filled with joy at the bloody scenes. This joy was extremely abnormal, morbid, and crazy, and even he felt that his mental state had become abnormal.

"I'm sick..." He covered his cheeks with his hands, still maintaining a smile, with only a few drops of water falling through the gaps:

"but."

"Si Que Olivers... you will finally stop feeling pain..."

……

In a trance, he was thinking.

If I am gone, my successor "Olivis" will probably face the same dilemma as me.

At that time, I hope that the child is lucky enough and doesn’t have to... go through something like this.

……