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Chapter 1515: Final Chapter·Guarding the Shore [14]·"The last sheep in the rain."

——Do you want to tear apart the darkness? Then make yourself the sharpest blade!

—Will you bring the dawn? Then make yourself the highest fire!

In the roar of the bronze bells and the shadow of the gallows, in the cold eyes of the gods and the sneers of the mob,

Only those who take out their hearts and use them as torches,
Only then can the bloodstains be turned into a poem leading to the New Jerusalem before they are burned to ashes.

……

Land of the Dead, meeting room.

"Crackle——" the screen made a crisp sound and turned into a snow screen.

Under the crystal ceiling light, Anthony stared blankly at the picture disappearing. The last picture was twelve figures of organizers surrounding Su Mingan.

He stood up from the meeting seat and tapped the screen without thinking, hoping that this would restore the signal. The next moment he realized that it was the surging energy that destroyed Su Mingan's live broadcast equipment, and the connection between them was completely cut off.

"Oh no, we have to go over to provide support..." Ward's face darkened and he walked out with a staff in his hand.

"No." Anthony made a decision immediately and stopped him: "We must trust Su Mingan."

He looked around at the thirty-seven figures or screens present, took a deep breath, and said solemnly: "We can only trust Su Mingan...! Even if we go over, it will be difficult for us to fight against the organizer, except for Lu, Lu Shu, and Mizushima Kawaseong who have already touched the realm of gods... But each of them is responsible for key matters, and we can't go to help easily, otherwise we may get ourselves involved."

"We can only trust Su Mingan... He can buy us enough time!"

“He has things he needs to do, and we have things we need to do.”

Lin Jiang couldn't help but frowned: "Is there no way for us to help him? Is it the last moment, and we can only stand far behind?"

Meiyani, Lin Yin, Luna and others also showed similar expressions, hoping to do something. After all, it was too difficult for Su Mingan to hold out for enough time under the siege of several high-dimensional beings. Even a first-level god couldn't do it.

At the meeting, the screen representing Lu only showed a deep blue ocean, and Lu himself had disappeared. The screen representing Lu Shu also only showed a scarlet wall, and Lu Shu had already left.

Anthony could tell from her words that she was more unwilling than concerned. He didn't care and said after a moment's thought: "No. Do you remember what Su Mingan said at the beginning of the meeting?"

Lin Jiang was slightly stunned, as if he remembered something.

Smart people like Meiyani also quickly realized something and their eyes lit up.

Yamada Machi suddenly clapped his hands, Mizushima Kawase gripped the hilt tightly, Violet narrowed her eyes and revealed a look of realization. Lorca, Joey, Higurashi, Eli, Agnes and other player leaders nodded one after another.

Only Xiaoxiao and Mo Yan couldn't keep up with the pace and were still thinking, looking like stupid college students.

Anthony clapped his hands together, quickened his tone, and spoke in a deep and loud voice:

"Alright! Ladies and gentlemen! Go and upload your stories!"

"That guy has always been fighting alone, always fighting alone, always rushing to the front alone. Yes, due to the characteristics of the world game and the gap in player strength, it has always been difficult for us to help him. But this time, we want to let him know what a big team battle is!"

"Shoot some small skills, bless some small halos? No, this is far from enough. We must let the arrogant and peeping Supreme Lord Tosolius know that this is not just a story of one person! It is a war for everyone!"

"Everyone, everyone who shines like the stars, take action!"

……

At this moment, Su Mingan felt very peaceful.

Lightning split the chaos, and the mountains bent to their knees in the rain and became the skeletons of giants. He stood in the drizzle that gradually turned into a downpour, stepping on the mountain of his own flesh and blood.

When the mask of the devil of fun covered his cheeks with thick oil paint, he could feel the skin of his cheeks connected to the mask. The movement of his eyebrows could drive the bright oil paint of the mask, and the curve of his mouth could affect the smile of the bright red clown.

He held a colorful sickle in his hand, and was clad in a dreamy, colorful silk that looked like clouds. White chrysanthemum-like tentacles bloomed on his back, supporting his divine body.

"Ha...hahahaha...hahahahaha..." His shoulders trembled, and he suddenly laughed uncontrollably, unable to control his expression. His heart was as calm as a piece of ice, but his brain was filled with cotton candy-like happiness, making his laughter completely unlike him, wild, unbridled, and exaggerated!
The joy of birth, the joy of glory, the joy of marriage, the joy of reunion... countless laughter and joy in the world merged into him at this moment, and all kinds of laughter exploded in his ears, making him unable to help but laugh along.

In such laughter,

The petals of Euridylora, the "Lord of Eternal Fairy Tales," will shatter upon touching.

The bone claws of Laplace, the "Omniscient Lord of Death", were stained with seven-colored explosive energy and were retracted tremblingly.

The thick fog of the eighth seat of "Lord of Thinking and Faith" could not corrode Su Mingan's body, and His voice became hesitant and frightened.

The tenth bottle of liquid, "Seed of Emotion", lost its color and cracks appeared on the glass.

Even the Frost Hand that came to support from the twelfth seat of "Spiritual Dream Envoy" collapsed at this moment, as if it could not withstand such laughter.

The fourth "Original Lord of Reincarnation" Aiya, who was watching from the sidelines, was shaking his pink tail. He was standing at the farthest point and could see the current situation clearly.

The third seat, "Demon of Joy and Pleasure" Casadia, should not be much different in strength from the other organizers. The divine power that Casadia casually threw away can at most transform a second-level god into a first-level god. It is impossible for him to obtain the same strength as Casadia, nor can he compete with other high-dimensional gods.

However, in terms of authority, Su Mingan had too much of an advantage, not only Siber's "faith" authority, and the "devouring" authority of "Inorganic God" Theselotis, but also his own supreme "death" authority. In addition, Su Mingan himself was in Rovasha, and other high-dimensional beings came here for a short "visit" with the help of Su Mingan who violated the rules, and could not exert 100% of their strength.

But even so, how could he, alone, resist the four organizers, the Lord of the End of All Things and Noel Akinni in the dark, and even the targeting and attacks of the Mother Goddess of Light?
The eleventh seat was restricted by its essence and could not set foot in Luowasha, and the twelfth seat, the spiritual dream, kept most of the spirits in the dream. Only the fifth seat, the spark, could help him resist a little, but just stopping the seventh seat, Yuritilola, was already a match for him, and there was no more strength left.

"Moreover, Su Ming'an has indeed violated the rules. The Fifth Star Fire cannot go too far, otherwise he will be punished with the same crime..." Aierya murmured in his heart.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the unmoved Boss Rabbit in the first seat and the vacant second seat. His pink snake tail kept shaking, indicating that he was hesitating in his heart.

"If this continues, well... it's easy to foresee that Su Ming'an will be captured soon under the joint attack of the Eighth, Ninth, Tenth, Radiant Mother Goddess, the Lord of the End of All Things, Noel Akinni, Alger, and Alande."

"He will be stripped of his soul, controlled, and eaten...They will do everything they can to take away his authority and him."

"If we really can't take away his authority, then we can control him as a person. Haha... The Lord of Thought and Belief is good at fusion, Laplace's demon is good at brainwashing, and the Seed of Emotion is even more omnipresent... He will become a pathetic tool and lose himself... But how can this not be considered a kind of rest..."

"This is almost a foreseeable outcome. I can't think of any other development. If I don't intervene, this will be his ending. Unless that Boss Rabbit guy cares a lot, unless Casadia suddenly jumps out from the cracks of the stone..."

"So, should I intervene?"

"Should I join the Seventh Seat's team and fight for his authority together? Or should I lend him a hand and see if there is any hope that he can successfully survive this period? Well... he and Xiao Ai get along well. Should I remain absolutely neutral?"

He squinted his eyes and wagged his tail, thinking of how Dieying had once asked him to keep an eye on Su Mingan.

At this moment, He heard a delicate voice in His mind.

"Save him, I beg you."

This is the voice of little love.

As the separated part, Xiao Ai enjoyed playing in the world, often disappeared in the streets and alleys, and never came back to ask Him for help.

According to his observation, Su Ming'an always treated Xiao Ai as a fox, a pet with a keen sense of smell for finding people, and never got along with it seriously.

"What if I don't want to? The risk is too high." Aiya said casually.

"I..." Xiao Ai gritted her teeth and said resolutely: "I can be merged by you willingly, is that okay?"

Just as Little Aba is reluctant to call himself Dieying, Little Ai rarely calls himself the organizer Ai Erya. His words and actions are as childish as Yuan Shuangshuang who has not suffered misfortune. Independence seems to be the anchor of this pink fox.

"...I didn't know when you developed such deep feelings for him." Aiya said lightly.

“Not to him!” Xiao Ai waved her big pink tail. “Okay… well, a little bit to him. But more because he’s dead, the world is over! Lu Shu fed me, Su Lin took me for a while, and the maid named Bai Lian liked me very much. I also secretly watched them play duck and goose killing in the villa. Well… anyway, anyway, just think of it as my kindness at work!”

It is the kind part, and it is normal for it to not bear to see the world destroyed.

But it seems that it's not just because of the coldness, there are more, softer parts.

As Alya listened to it making lame excuses, he suddenly sighed softly.

"Why are you sighing? Isn't this enough?" Xiao Ai asked vigilantly.

“Even if you are willing to make such a sacrifice…” Elya said calmly in his heart: “If I take action, at most I can turn ‘two against five’ into ‘three against five’, and the Lord of the End of All Things is stronger than us, so it is far from enough…”

Xiao Ai was stunned.

It curled up its furry pink tail, and seemed to realize for the first time that there was a problem that even its main body could not solve.

Not enough, far from enough.

The situation that the young man faced turned out to be so bad and so terrifying.

……

"hahahahahahahahahaha……"

Under the dark clouds, Su Mingan's flamboyant and wanton laughter seemed to penetrate the clouds. He gripped the sickle tightly and swung it hard!
The colorful sickle touched the petals, thick fog, particles and colloids, and a shrill laughter was heard. This time, Su Mingan's blade was not as decisive as the first time. Such a stunning counterattack seemed to have consumed a lot of his divine power.

The colorful light leaked out crazily, covering the swaying petals.

The energy of the battle splashed everywhere, shattering the stars surrounding the blue moon of Luowasha. In an instant, the stars shattered and fell, smashing heavily into the ocean.

"Hahaha...hahahaha...cough cough...!" His laughter was interrupted for a moment, mixed with faint gasps and the sound of sticky liquid, and even the sound of blood gurgling in his throat. No one could see what was under his mask, they could only vaguely see a streak of bright red liquid sliding down his chin.

Then he quickly adjusted his mask, wiped the blood from his chin, and laughed wildly again.

Above the sky, the Mother Goddess of Light opened her eyes and stared at Su Mingan again.

He had already sensed his cunning and scheme, and knowing that he had handed over the world coordinates, he rushed over immediately.

squeak--

Perhaps attracted by the dazzling colorful lights, dozens of crimson strange birds flew over, chirping, circling, and flying around the masked young man.

His hair was completely white, without a single trace of black. He held the mask firmly with his hands, as if to make his laughter louder and more pleasant, and quietly wiped away the blood that had flowed down his chin and neck.

A strange crimson bird soars between the endless mountains.

Just like a rainstorm in the middle of the night, the clouds are rising and the night is bright, all living things are silent.

The living beings who saw this scene from afar, under the call of Anthony and others, realized that the god with white hair and white feathers like a sheep was their Lord of the Lighthouse, their "Olivis".

Then, spontaneous prayers arose for him, for Oliver, and for Rowsa.

With sincere faith, blessings from the heart, and sincere wishes for victory——

Thousands of voices. Old people, children, men, women, all shouting, chanting, repeating... the same words.

……

——I create first and then erase.

——First give it a soul, then let it perish.

——Destroy first, then regenerate.

——First obtain the brilliance of their soul, and then drive their life to extinction.

May you live as long as the heaven and enjoy happiness forever.

There is eternal joy here, and we all praise our Lord.

Prosperity will never fade and happiness will be endless.

The rivers do not flow, but the glory lasts for generations.

The rivers do not flow, but the glory lasts for generations.

The rivers do not flow, but the glory lasts for generations.

The thunder is roaring and the power of heaven is awe-inspiring!
……

Today, a heavy rain fell in Luowasha, which had been suffering from high fever for a long time.

“Boom!”

Just then, a loud thunder sounded and the sky suddenly turned white.

Like cotton wool soaked in white pulp, the thunder stirred the air into sticky water, and the leaves of the Elf Mother Tree turned over their silvery white bellies in the wind.

There was a loud "crush" sound, as if something was piercing the sky. The next moment, heavy rain fell with a "crash", turning the world into a big bowl to collect water. In the blink of an eye, the horizon was covered with rain. The air was sticky and moist, filled with the sound of fine and dense rain.

The young man under the tree had a head full of white hair and a body full of pure white tentacles. His hair and skin were covered with heavy rain, and his body was heavy and thin.

He was like a snow-white sheep bathing in the rain.

The boundless power of faith surged up, as if supporting his spine.

——The “sheep” no longer needs help from others to shed his heavy, dripping wool.

He himself was standing in the rain, without fear or flinching.

……

On the other side, the top player Alauddin turned the page of his book.

His heart was pounding, he took a deep breath, and dropped his hand.

(End of this chapter)