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Chapter 1514: Final Chapter·Guarding the Shore [13]·"He has been buried in the raging river."

Aland's eyes flickered, knowing that the Lord of Thought and Faith were referring to the Seventh Seat, the Ninth Seat, the Lord of the End of All Things, and the Supreme Lord, but who is this Chen Qingguang?

Alan raised his right hand slightly, and there was a blue ring on his thumb.

As one of the eight candidates for the protagonist, Alande's golden finger is the "time reversal system" of the rebirth flow. In the past few dozen days, he returned to the creation era of the second era through the time spirit Mingrui, and repeatedly came into contact with the time authority that Si Que studied in the past, deepening his own time authority.

He was always one step behind Su Mingan, his time authority was fake, and the influence of the "Brief Analysis of How Players Can Save Themselves" he wrote at the beginning of the World Game was not as great as the period that Su Mingan casually posted. This was of course his deliberate low profile, but...

"Then let's give it a try and see whose flashback is more interesting..." Alan stroked the ring that was flashing blue light, his eyes as deep blue as the sea.

……

The fourth seat, Elya, is resting.

He slept so soundly, making love with women, that he was oblivious to what was happening in the world.

He is a pure neutral person, and he doesn't care what happens to Zhai Xing. Although his kind form turns into a pink-haired fox and has a close personal relationship with Su Ming'an, that is just a part of him and cannot affect his attitude.

However, he did not expect that when he was resting that day, a part of his spirit was suddenly summoned into Luowasha.

"What happened..." Ailia opened his eyes and saw many organizers standing here under the gradually overcast sky, with his sight focused on a young man with flowing black hair.

"Su Ming'an? What did he do? Oh, he was exposed... No wonder we were called here, he was blatantly violating the rules. The world game stipulates that every player is fair on the surface... Haha, it's ridiculous, what is fair and what is unfair..." Aierya murmured in his heart: "This time there is no Noel Ajinni to take the blame for him, it really can't be concealed... He is handing the knife to them, his courage is commendable... However, before the energy reaches 10000 points, can he guarantee his safety? It's only 8750 points now..."

All higher dimensions are well aware of the current situation.

After reporting the world coordinates, summoning the spark will definitely succeed. All Su Mingan has to do now is wait until Luo Vasa's energy value reaches 10000 points.

Before this, Su Mingan cannot die, cannot fall into despair, cannot be controlled by higher dimensions, and cannot lose his soul and consciousness.

He has done everything he should do. As long as he keeps himself alive, it is equivalent to holding back the sharpest knife - Noel Akinni, the Seventh Seat, the Lord of the End of All Things.

It was he who restrained them from using their full strength.

As long as he can still die, the Lord of the End of All Things will never succeed.

As long as he retains consciousness, the bet between Xiaona and him will still be valid, and she can still replace the memory lenses and start over again.

As long as he can move freely, no matter what Noel's plan is, it will be difficult to bypass the time travel.

He had used his own death to advance victory countless times and stepped on his own corpse to achieve success.

——But this time, the last thing he had to do was not any complicated operation, but just to ensure that he was alive and that the power to roll back his death did not fall into the hands of the Lord of the End of All Things.

Until his companions, the one billion compatriots he knew or didn't know, the tens of billions of people in Rovasha, the gods in the sky... pushed the energy value displayed on the pocket watch to the maximum.

He just needs to delay time to win.

In the center, the black-haired young man who attracted the attention of the whole world remained quiet.

He realized the distance between himself and the eleven higher-dimensional beings. With this announcement, the distance suddenly shortened, and it seemed as if they could touch him with their hands. The glass of the aquarium shattered.

"Su Ming'an, do you know?" Yuritilola smiled. "Originally, there was a thin barrier between Luo Vasa and me, and my attack power was limited. But now that you are exposed, that thin barrier snapped and can no longer protect you. I am looking forward to your risky move. Will it kill you, or make me and Brother Noel dizzy and unable to catch you, and finally flee in defeat?"

Those who disobey the rules are no longer protected by the rules.

Huge inky waves rolled on the dome, and the sky hung low like wet lead-gray satin.

It has been confirmed that the reason why Yuritilola and others have been slow to act is not to take over the bodies of the newborn Rin tribe, but to provoke the Mother Goddess of Light, which almost caused Su Mingan's death.

If it weren't for the "Dawn Eternal Life" skill, if it weren't for Su Lin's "soul" authority, if it weren't for the four items that Su Ming'an came up with in a hurry, if it weren't for the two major rules of death rollback that Su Ming'an has always summarized... If one of these conditions was missing, Su Ming'an would most likely be completely controlled by the Mother Goddess of Light.

As long as Su Mingan is no longer restraining him, Gao Wei will act recklessly and no one will be able to reverse time and trap the world.

"Are you here to drink tea? Or to watch? Or to...well, punish me?" Su Ming'an smiled and drew out the last word, without any fear on his face.

The drizzle continued, the gods were chewing on his arrogance, but the young man walked forward with the thunder, and the branches of the mother tree automatically woven into a bridge under his feet. He recalled the moments of the past - Noel sang loudly under the gaze of the gods, and even the sound of the wind was free; Su Xiaobi jumped off the motorcycle, humming the tune of London Bridge and walked towards the edge of the abyss-like world; the knight bowed his head under the high wall, and the pure white soul flew into the sky like a bird...

Countless spots of light gathered on his side, forming ripples like a cloak.

Now his figure overlaps with the figures in the past. When those people have already reached the end, he has finally reached his own end.

He seemed to see millions of shattered reflections of himself in the raindrops, each one of them carefully carved by death.

"At the beginning, you warned Noel and said you would take him away after the copy was over. What about now? What do you want to do with me?" Su Mingan spread his hands and relaxed.

They did not speak.

Only Boss Rabbit's eyes flickered, and he said with a smile: "Well, well, well, well, dear, you know, the current situation is different from the past. Back then, it was because our involvement was limited, but now...!"

It didn't finish its words.

Tick, tick.

A drop of rain fell from the end of Su Mingan's hair to the ground. Its fall was extremely common, and there was nothing special about it.

It was as if someone blew a horn at this moment, and someone caused the first sound of the wind at this moment.

There was almost no time difference. Before Boss Rabbit could finish his words, the still figures suddenly moved, as if they had a similar tacit understanding.

——Now, the most important thing is to capture Su Mingan!
All other waste of words is just buying time for Su Mingan!
Flowers, leaves and gems gushed out from the depths of the earth into inverted silver streams. Su Ming'an saw it at that moment - Euridylora turned into a princess with blonde hair and a red dress, and millions of tempered flowers and leaves swept in in a fairy-tale-like dream color, full of strong murderous intent; the ghosts surrounding the fog of thought and the rain of senses roared in unison, stirring up the thick fog around Su Ming'an, turning it into a bloody mouth; the huge skeleton giant stretched out its bone claws, aimed at Su Ming'an's forehead, and the white finger bones flowed with billions of torrents of particle collisions; the spiritual dream messenger drew his sword decisively, and frost stretched across the sky and earth, filling the four fields, wanting to sink everything into a misty dream.

"boom--!"

All the bell sounds that shook the heavens and the earth exploded at this moment and echoed deeply.

Time, space, thoughts, dreams, death, eternity… these vast concepts are transformed into cause and effect and at this moment are tangled into a scarlet knot.

The spokesperson of eternity, the controller of death and the end, the grabber of thoughts and senses, the collector of emotions of all things, the wandering messenger of dreams, the master of reincarnation who sees Poincare return day after day, the leader of higher dimensions...

Countless lights and flames were directed at the young man on the treetops, as if he had become the core of the world.

At this moment, the rain curtain was cut, and even a long window period was created between the top and the bottom. Half of the rain accumulated in the sky, was passed through by the magnificent torrent, and was unable to fall down for a long time; half of the rain fell on the ground and evaporated silently with the sudden burst of energy.

Su Mingan even felt that his soaked clothes were dry in an instant, and his body was completely enveloped by various forces, and even his five senses seemed to be immersed in wet silk.

The cold killing intent, the friendly support, the cold-eyed watching gaze, all licked his spine and held up his head at the same time.

He could clearly see the scepter in the palm of the seventh seat Euridilora solidifying, the silk thread pulled by the fingertips of the eighth seat Lord of Thought and Faith trying to wrap around his wrist bone, the particles of the ninth seat Laplace demon merging into his skin, and the gentle hand of frost blocking him -

"Shh!"

Pure white tentacles suddenly rose up and bloomed like flowers. Su Mingan tried his best to open his eyes wide and mobilized all his strength to resist these complicated powers and concepts. Energy poured into his body frantically, and his hair turned pale in an instant.

He stretched out his left palm and used all his strength to activate the "Devouring Claw of Theselotis"! The big red mouth opened and swallowed the complex and huge light!

There was only a beep and a squeezing sound.

"Boom."

The next moment, due to the collision of multiple parties, the Moonlight Forest disappeared.

The vast forest was reduced to a barren expanse of yellow land. The Moonlight Lake and the flowers and leaves of the bushes were nowhere to be seen.

Only the Elven Mother Tree still stands.

It was not because it was strong enough to withstand Yuritilola's attack, but simply because a young elf with purple hair and moon eyes slowly raised his head.

His eyes are bright, his figure is ethereal, and starlight lingers in his palms.

——The fifth seat, Spark.

The real bodies of the organizers are still in the world game, and it is impossible for them to step into Luowasha 100%, but there are different levels of intrusion. If the degree of intrusion of Yuritilola is from one foot to two feet, then Xinghuo will have two feet as soon as he enters.

With a wave of Xinghuo's palm, new buds quickly sprouted on the barren land, regaining its vitality.

"despair."

Su Ming'an, with white tentacles blooming, fell to the ground slightly. His body was surrounded by flowers and leaves, thick fog, colorful gas, white particles, and frosty white ice. His pupils were sometimes golden, sometimes dark blue, and sometimes turned into strange rainbow colors, and they did not return to their original black for a long time.

As a second-level god standing at the core of the storm, with no rules to protect him, even with the secret help of the Spiritual Dream Messenger, even with the Devouring Claw blocking his chest, it was difficult for him to guarantee his own safety.

Under the destruction of various powers, his body was constantly torn and reassembled, his arms and legs were like broken building blocks, bones and flesh fell to the ground, and in an instant they piled up into a small hill.

The passive profession of "Live in Peace and Brightness" allows his divine body to be constantly reborn, with only his heart and head remaining intact.

He stood on his own "meat mountain", his feet stepping on his own flesh and blood, the toe of his boots touching his leg bones. Hundreds of his constantly regenerated arms, thighs, and calves piled up into a mountain, some of the white bones were buried under the flesh, some were inserted on the flesh, each one protruding and bulging like a thorn, like a thorny grave covered with white roses.

At his feet was the grave of his own flesh and bones.

Without the protection of rules, it is like an astronaut taking off his protective suit and facing a universe where humans cannot survive.

He could hardly maintain his human form, his body was on the verge of collapse, blood and flesh were flowing all over the ground. His brain could no longer cope with such pain, his pupils were dilated.

"Humph……"

Yuritilola flashed and seized the opportunity. Colorful dreamy rainbow light rushed over and instantly attacked Su Mingan!

Xinghuo was too late to rush to the rescue, the eleventh seat was restricted by its essence and could not descend on Rovasha, most of the spirits of the Gnosis Dream Messenger were in dreams, and Aila was indifferent.

Boss Rabbit's eyes flashed, and his furry palms were slightly raised, then gently put down.

At this moment, all the eyes gathered here froze for a moment, their breathing tightened, and their hearts almost stopped beating.

"cough!"

Su Mingan coughed heavily.

At this moment, how many people want him to be alive, and how many people want him to be dead.

He looked at the colorful rainbow light that looked like an inverted waterfall. At the critical moment, his Adam's apple moved slightly and he quickly swallowed a colorful object.

This object looks like a colorful candy, sweet and delicious.

……

【"……Wait a moment."】

[Su Mingan suddenly stretched out his hand: "Give me the Fun Demon Godhead in your pocket."]

[Lü Shu handed it over without hesitation.]

[Then, an icy abyss godhead was placed in Lu Shu’s palm.]

……

——Su Mingan had already prepared a trump card for himself.

He used the godhood of the Lord of the Abyss to exchange with Lu Shu because the godhood of the Lord of the Abyss was more suitable for Lu Shu, while the godhood of the Lezi Demon was too dangerous and wild, and swallowing it would lead to death.

Lu Shu thought that Su Mingan would give the godhood of the Fun Demon to a more suitable person, such as Yamada Machiichi or Aini. Although they were still not compatible, they at least had a certain tolerance. They could laugh and make people laugh, which was considered cheerful.

After all, how could someone like Su Mingan be suitable for the godhood of the Fun Demon? If he swallowed it, something bad would happen.

……

[Looking at the blood on Lu Shu's mask, Noel said slowly: "Lu Shu seems unable to hold on."]

[The Lord of the End of All Things said: "Of course he can't hold on. He and Cassadia are completely incompatible. Fun and laughter are not suitable for him at all. His life is too bitter, and he can't even laugh."]

……

However, Su Mingan knew that Yamada Town was not even a god, and if he swallowed the godhood by force, the risk of death was extremely high. The best destination for this godhood was to be the desperate trump card of the second-level god Su Mingan, even if the compatibility with him was almost zero.

Yes, he had planned this for a long time.

He saw the dawn approaching, saw the ark about to set sail, and saw the rising sun of that small world shining brightly.

As long as he survives the next period of time, he can give the identity of the Lord of the Realm to anyone, and the world will no longer need him.

His life was complete, with no regrets.

The power brought by Lezi's demon godhead, even if it is not compatible, is enough to allow him to survive the last time.

"Hula-"

With a crisp sound, the seven-colored godhead blossomed in his body, and a brilliant, dazzling, and intense seven-colored light suddenly burst out from his body.

His momentum continued to rise, from a level of a second-level god to a level close to a first-level god.

His body no longer broke into pieces, but became complete and clear.
His pupils were fixed on the golden rainbow, and his pale cheeks were stained with a gorgeous and illusory glow.

Layers of colorful light began from the leather boots, and gradually spread to the calves, thighs, chest, abdomen, neck... The robe turned into a colorful dream, and it was impossible to tell whether it was real cloth or illusory silk, swaying and dancing freely on his slender body.

The tentacles on her back were still as white as snow, like a pure Ophelia.

A mask painted with thick pigments of various colors gradually solidifies on the cheeks, with golden high-saturation oil paint dotted on the eyes, and bright red oil paint high outlining the corners of the mouth, presenting an extremely bold and cheerful arc.

The laughing mask completely concealed his expression and the blood that flowed from his bursting skin.

"..." Yuritilola's pupils trembled slightly. And Xinghuo showed a hint of sadness, as if he had seen a similar choice made by an old friend. Boss Rabbit drooped his ears and did not move.

The screen of the meeting had long been shattered, and the thirty-seven players at the top of the leaderboard could not see what was happening here. The audience outside the screen saw it clearly, but their hands could only touch the cold glass.

The spiritual dreamer called softly:

"Su Mingan..."

He was wearing a mask and seemed to be smiling.

A sickle painted with seven colors of oil was held in his palm.

The misty drizzle wet the soil under his feet, and the colorful silk swaying on his body was like a dream, spotless.

He raised his sickle toward the gods, with the tip of the blade pointing forward and shining with seven colors.

With just one stroke, he cut through the incoming light.

On the colorful mask, the lips outlined in bright red oil paint are raised high with a huge arc.

They had tried every way they could to kill him, to master him, to control him.

Provoking, infiltrating, invading, bewitching, testing, attacking... From the beginning of the world game to the present, from the first copy to the eleventh copy, they have targeted him again and again, with malice again and again. They even maliciously made a bet with the authorities, maliciously increased the difficulty of the copy, maliciously induced other players to hunt him down, and maliciously split the life essence of him and his compatriots...

——But it did not extinguish the fire of retrograde in the young man’s hands.

Heavy rain cannot shatter ideals.

The shadow behind him, formed by thousands of deaths, was revealing a monument-like outline in the heavy rain.

……

"Ding dong!"

【Congratulations, player (Su Mingan)! 】

[You have advanced from "Second Level God" to "First Level God", entering the final sublimation form of the player's life essence. ]

……

In the distance, a blond figure stood on the hillside.

There was a piano music box in the boy's pocket and a square mirror hanging on his chest.

He stared into the distance silently, slowly raised his palm, and pulled up the corners of his mouth with his fingers, pulling the muscles little by little until an extremely exaggerated and cheerful arc was formed, just like an identical clown mask.

Immediately, he adjusted the angle, pointed the mirror at himself, held the brim of his scarlet hat steady, picked up his blue rose cane, hummed a ballad, and strode towards the place where everyone's eyes were focused:

"Oh, pale Ophelia, beautiful as snow!"

"Yes, child, you have been buried in the raging river!"

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(End of this chapter)