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Chapter 1541: Final Chapter·Guarding the Shore [27]·“I heard fate speak to me.”

The sky is splashed with blue and purple as rich as an oil painting, and the spires of the Gothic buildings pierce out eerily, pointing to the bizarre dusk.

In the distant white bell tower, a vast evening bell broke the silence, and the lingering sound trembled for a long time in the twilight.

A young man with long, brilliant purple hair sat on the glazed roof. He maintained a human appearance, but his hair had the texture of a sea of ​​stars. His eyes were clear and bright, like two cold moons hanging in the eternal cold night.

The fifth seat, Spark.

"Wow--"

The point of light formed by the gathering of Huangara's soul fell into His palm.

"...You've worked hard for thousands of years, come back." Starfire said to the light spot.

This is the "small world" of Xinghuo, or it is more appropriate to call it a "small space". Higher dimensions will more or less have their own small spaces, but the scale is not large and it is difficult to form a complete world. There are very few complete and healthy worlds like Su Mingan, and even cosmic adventurers are jealous when they see them.

This "small space" is a small home created by Xinghuo himself. It is only the size of a city, and His body spends most of His time here resting.

The purple-blue sky, the Western-style pointed-roof buildings, the glazed roofs, he personally restored the bright and glorious appearance of his hometown.

His clone has gone to Luowasa to help Su Ming'an stop the eighth seat and other organizers, while his original body stayed here and could not leave.

"...I don't understand." Huan Jiala said, "I don't understand why you help him wholeheartedly, and even use your clone to go to Luowasha to help him."

"Then why are you willing to help him and become the carrier of my clone? In the end, you can only return to me as a point of light?" Xinghuo said.

"My reason..." Huan Jiala paused: "Because they look alike."

"picture?"

"I was separated from you and inherited your feelings and way of thinking. The first time I saw him stop pretending to be Si Que and Su Liujin and fully revealed his true self, I felt that he was very similar to the person who left the deepest impression in your memory." said Huan Jiala.

"So… we chose to help him for the same reason," Starfire said.

"Yes." Huan Jiala said: "I don't want to let such a person who is full of ideals and glory fail. You were too weak before and couldn't do anything. Now you have become a high-dimensional being, and you want to do it."

Before Xinghuo became a high-dimensional being, he was a regular military mage of Minghui. He once had a friend who was unforgettable. That friend's temperament was very similar to Su Mingan, but he was always trapped by fate. It was not until Xinghuo became a high-dimensional being that he had the ability to save his former friend.

But He no longer had the chance.

"Can you tell me?" Huan Jiala said, "Why are there always so many similar people in the universe?"

"Let me tell you a story," said Starfire.

He sat under the blue-purple sky, on the glazed roof, his moonlit eyes gazing toward the distant Cangshan Mountains:

"Once upon a time, there was a man who had been living in the mountains... However, there was nothing in the mountains, and his novelty soon wore off. So he tried hard to get out of the mountains and see what was outside."

"He climbed and climbed... day and night, and suffered countless injuries."

“Even if he fell, or if birds flew over and laughed at him, he still kept going.”

"Later, he finally climbed out of the mountain. When he stood on the top of the mountain, he found..."

Huan Jiala listened and asked expectantly, "What did he see? What is outside the mountain?"

Starfire's voice was calm:

"He found that there were also mountains on the other side, and there was nothing there either."

Huan Jiala was stunned.

Beyond the mountain, there are still mountains. When you reach the end of the road, you are back to the starting point.

It seems like I can never get out.

"The moment I saw Su Mingan's 'Small World', I had a bad feeling." Xinghuo said, "Does it look familiar? Hui Bai escaped from the World Game using 'Small World'. Now, Su Mingan is escaping from the World Game using 'Small World' as well."

"What you mean is that there are still mountains outside the mountains, and the same mistakes will happen again and again, and we will always repeat the tragedy?" said Huan Jiala.

Xinghuo shook her head:

"If that were the case, there wouldn't be so many people who look alike appearing over and over again in this world."

"They had clearly seen the same mountain on the other side through the endless rock wall, but they still insisted on climbing up to see it with their own eyes."

"It's so stupid that it makes people feel distressed, but also so stupid that it makes people admire it."

“It is precisely because of the attempt to subvert the quagmire of repetition and the need to rebel that such people will endlessly appear and try to go outside.”

“Even if all routes lead to a bad ending, why can’t we make the process more exciting, get more achievements, unlock more CGs, and break the rules of the ending?”

"Player... Player One."

“All of this is a game to them, and it’s not a game.”

He lowered his eyes and looked at the Huangara in his palm:
“No matter what kind of stuck or deadlock they encounter, players will never give up.”

Huan Jiala listened quietly.

He had not experienced the things that happened in Starfire. He only had the memory of being the Elf King Huangala. In his life, there were only two figures that left deep impressions on him. One was Si Que who had deceived him thousands of times, and the other was the vague attachment to friends passed down by Starfire.

At the beginning, such attachment was very vague to Huang Jiala, because he didn't know what Xinghuo's past friends looked like. Until he met Su Ming'an, the vague shadow in his mind gradually grew and transformed and became Su Ming'an's appearance.

They weren't even friends.

However, when Su Ming'an asked him if he was willing to be the carrier for the arrival of the Starfire clone, he nodded without hesitation.

Was it the vague emotion inherited from Xinghuo that was at work, or was it that he had always admired and pursued such people in his life?

……

[“If there is anything you want to do, or someone you want to see, you can do it as soon as possible. I will accompany you.” Su Mingan said. ]

……

——But the only two people he wanted to see, one was asleep, and the other was just a vague emotion left to him by the spark. For thousands of years as the Elf King, he was always confused about what kind of person such a vague shadow was.

But now, the blurry Mona Lisa gradually became clear in his eyes, with appearance, temperament, shape and name.

……

[Huang Jiala looked at Su Mingan without saying anything. It was not until Su Mingan wanted to ask again that Huan Jiala stared at Su Mingan and said, "I have seen it."]

……

The world keeps turning, seemingly without beginning and without end.

However, there are always people who try to untangle the threads of the ball of yarn and climb the mountain again and again.

The light spot that Huangara transformed into gradually dissipated and returned to Xinghuo's body. Before his consciousness faded, he said:
"Should I have been brave enough to try to be good friends with him?"

Xinghuo slowly closed his palms and closed his eyes:
"…Why do you ask me?"

"He is your own version of the 'Mona Lisa'."

……

Under the dome, the giant, twisted shadow of the World Tree covered the entire area.

The confrontation solidified between the two camps.

Noel and the god An both stood still.

On the opposite side, Su Mingan was surrounded by Shan Shuang, Xi Bo'er, Chao Yan, Li Mingyue and others.

"——Are you really determined to transform yourself into the world? Even if you lose yourself and become nothing more than an object?"

“I can’t get it even if I try.”

Su Mingan's answer was the sound of a sword being unsheathed.

Danshuang, Siber, Chaoyan, Li Mingyue, Alcherev, Salina and others took action at the same time.

"Roar--!"

The evil dragon transformed by the girl raised its mountain-like head, and golden and red flames gushed out from between its scales, instantly engulfing half of the sky!

"call--!"

The scepter in the witch's hand suddenly lit up, and her linen robe fluttered in the sudden energy vortex like a battle flag in a raging wave.

"Shh-!"

The hiker holding the power of life pressed his palm lightly, and the earth made a dull roar. Countless green, rugged, and strange new things grew and bloomed wildly among the cracks in the rocks, on the peaks, and even in the void.

"Hiss-!"

The red robe of the Daughter of Samsara remained motionless at the core of the energy storm, like solidified blood. Thousands of transparent, overlapping figures from countless fragments of time flickered behind her, like millions of broken mirrors reflecting the past and the future at the same time.

The white-haired bishop raised his wrist, and light condensed on his fingertips. In the void, mysterious runes were drawn by themselves, leaving behind glittering golden marks.

The Red-Eyed Soul Clan lightly held the civilization staff, and a tide of souls rolled up behind them. The transparent and clean sea monster souls floated up, merging into a blue, translucent spiritual sea, bringing a deafening sound of waves crashing against the shore.

boom--!
Many figures shot up into the sky, like meteors dragging rays of light of various colors.

They dragged brilliant flames that were either blazing white, emerald green, dark blue, scarlet, or golden, tearing through the sky. With the World Tree that supported the heaven and earth as the axis, they rolled up a cloud of fire that burned everything and was extremely heroic.

From a distance, the intertwined tracks look like a giant net spanning the universe.

Strange birds are circling and stars are rising into the sky.

"Destroy the World Tree! Open the [World Barrier]!" Su Mingan raised his voice.

"I understand! The goal is to turn you into a big tree, right?" Shan Shuang turned the dragon head and made an "ao ao ao" sound.

"You guy, even if I turn into a big tree, I will pull you out. I traveled thousands of miles to help you, but I don't want to see you die!" Siber couldn't help but threaten.

"That will have to wait until the dust settles. Now, we must help Su Mingan." Salina's voice was as clear as a glass bottle, and her tone was very calm.

"Again?" Li Mingyue sighed softly.

"Father, we will defend you and stop that golden-haired dwarf while you focus on destroying the World Tree!" Alcherev, who was always humble and polite, was very rude to his enemy.

Everyone rushed towards Noor Akinni, while Noor was still looking around.

“Yueyue’s clone didn’t come.” Noel murmured, “Lü Shu, who became the ninth divine envoy, didn’t come either…”

His dark blue eyes scanned the surroundings, as if thinking about something: "It is because Su Mingan disclosed the death rollback, so the power of the organizer is more unrestricted and more powerful, so Yueyue and Lu Shu were blocked by other seats..."

"However, the God of Yunshang City is like an alarm clock that goes to work on time, and he still came..."

"Besides, Su Mingan acted very conservatively and didn't do anything radical. I couldn't convince Shan Shuang and the others to remain neutral. They stood on Su Mingan's side..."

"Focus on the enemy, brother." Yuritilola's voice sounded, reminding Noel not to be distracted.

"Of course." Noel raised his sickle, and the flowers and leaves surrounded his cheeks.

While Noel was fighting with everyone, Su Ming'an ran towards the World Tree.

——He is waiting in the shadow of the tangled roots of the World Tree.

God is at peace.

He was dressed in a white robe like the unmelted frost and snow on the top of a mountain. His indifferent eyes looked back from afar, his gaze even colder than time.

"Get out of the way." Su Ming'an said, "We have no reason to be enemies."

"Of course." Shenming An said, "You are 'salvation', and I am 'killing'. You are white, and I am black."

"You said you hate the Riddler the most, right? Then let's not use these high-sounding words and talk about something real." Su Mingan said directly: "Why did you choose to help Noel? If I choose to cross the sea forward, will I learn some huge truth that will cause me to stand on Noel's side?"

"Hmm..." The god paused, "Very smart."

"So, what is the huge truth?" Su Mingan raised his eyebrows.

The god raised his sword:
"Defeat me first."

"Prove to me that you are more suitable to be Su Mingan than I am."

"——There is no such thing as suitable or unsuitable. I am who I am. I don't need to prove to anyone whether I am worthy or not." Su Mingan's response was extremely firm.

"Then come..." Before Shen Ming'an could finish his words, a loud explosion suddenly came from outside.

Su Ming'an thought this was an attack prepared by Noel, but soon he discovered that Noel was also a little surprised.

Everyone paused and looked in the direction where the explosion came from. The violent noise came from a far distance and was getting closer and closer.

"BOOM——!!!" Suddenly, an extremely loud noise broke out.

The dome of the World Tree - surprisingly, a gap appeared! Dark blue lightning swirled around it, and even the bark was wailing.

Someone is helping them destroy the World Tree!
Is it... a cannon? What level of cannon fire can harm the World Tree! ?

"Oh my! Science has been suppressed for so long, and now it's starting to bite back." Watch Adu whistled.

"It's from the Central Academy of Sciences..." Su Ming'an said in surprise. He never thought that the technology that had always been a minor player in Luowasha could burst out with such a powerful force.

"Yes, it seems that Isabella and the others made it." Ah Du said: "Oh, there's more!"

Su Mingan raised his head.

There was another explosion coming from far away.

In an instant, the heaven and earth shook, and above the dome, a tearing blue light burst out, as if a roaring tsunami was approaching, suddenly blasting open the sky!

"boom--!!!"

……

Tens of minutes ago.

"...I've already told you, Ms. Bella, that Star Destroyer has been abandoned for a long time. No one has been able to debug it successfully, so we can't start it."

The voice-controlled lights gradually lit up, and the white-coated researcher led the way while sighing to a woman with long beige hair.

Isabella pushed her glasses up and said, "Xiao Zhu, just take us there. Whether we succeed or not is not your responsibility."

"I don't care about responsibility at this time." Xiao Zhu shook his head: "I just feel sorry that Old Mike is still singing on the rooftop. I can't catch up with them in drinking good wine."

...These people, who think they are not the darlings of the world, are unwilling to step into the new world and have long been prepared to be turned into firewood.

The invaders came, the creators stood in front of them, and the Book of the World became the most advantageous weapon. And what about them? Science has been abandoned, who cares about the tragic songs of a few old guys?

"Don't think so." Isabella showed an extremely serious expression for the first time: "How will you know if you don't give it a final try?"

"Oh, Ms. Bella, you are so full of ideals..." Xiao Zhu swiped the magnetic card and the heavy iron door opened.

——What came into view was a storage room that was thirty stories high.

The human eye cannot fully perceive the huge machine at a glance. It is as majestic as a mountain, almost breaking through the thirty-story dome. It does not look like a cannon, but more like a ferocious steel beast.

The darling of science was attracted by its beautiful appearance at first sight.

In her eyes, those ugly protruding parts and those faded and mottled metals were more fascinating than the most gorgeous clothes, and she was intoxicated by them.

Under Xiao Zhu's shocked gaze, Isabella walked forward and gently stroked the old and bulky shell of the Star Destroyer, as if she was stroking her lover's hair, her eyes moving as if she was in love.

"So beautiful, I will bring you back to life... beautiful girl." Her voice was as deep as wine, and she fell in love with the appearance of the Star Destroyer at first sight.

Seeing her enthusiastic look, several researchers who came to help hesitated for a while, but finally came forward to help.

"It's not good... She doesn't seem to be mentally normal. I have to call the instructors over to take a look..." Xiao Zhu turned and left, hurriedly calling for help.

A total of 108 mechanical arms grew out of Isabella's back. Some of them were made of metal, while others held pliers and hammers.

With brand new technology at hand, she devoted herself to the repair of the star destroyer cannon, with the assistance of researchers.

Eleven, who was following behind, complained: "With Luo Washa's level of technology, how did she come up with a star destroyer?"

The other person is called Qin Chunyao. She wears an ancient silk dress and plays the pipa as a weapon. She is a top player in the sound attack category. She is well-read and likes to study history. She can talk about these things very well:

"It is said that Luowasha's original level of technology was indeed not enough to develop a star destroyer. But in the past, a super genius named 'Subote' emerged. He took out the blueprint of the star destroyer and provided it to the Academy of Sciences. With the joint research of tens of thousands of researchers, the star destroyer was finally manufactured."

"Just when people wanted to build a second one, Subot disappeared with the blueprints and all the research data. People tried to copy it, but failed. This only star destroyer has been abandoned to this day due to lack of debugging technology."

"Can we fix it?" Cynthia asked anxiously, "Even Luowasha's technology can't do it, so we can't do it either."

"...Huh?" Suddenly, Isabella, who was immersed in debugging, wondered, "Why is the structure of this Star Destroyer Cannon... somewhat similar to the mechanical cannon in the ruins world?"

"what?"

"Ka-ka! Ka-ka!"

One hundred and eight mechanical arms extended from Isabella's back. Her eyes behind the lenses were extremely calm, and her entire body was inserted into the bottom of the cannon.

At this time, footsteps were heard and a group of drunk people staggered over.

"...I don't know what Ms. Bella is going to do. She can't successfully repair the Star Destroyer. I'm afraid she will do something strange, so I asked you to come and see..." Xiao Zhu led the way, explaining. A group of researchers followed behind him.

The moment the door opened, everyone was stunned.

The old, mottled, huge instrument suddenly lit up with a light that had not been seen for a long time, just like the moment when it was first created by the scientific research genius who emerged out of nowhere.

The muzzle lit up with a bright blue light. This long-abandoned giant cannon, as big as a building, suddenly burst out with a light so bright that it was mind-boggling!
"She...she actually..." Xiao Zhu was so shocked that his tongue was tied.

A dusty figure with 108 mechanical arms crawled out from the bottom of the cannon like a spider, laughing loudly:

"I used the mechanical knowledge I learned in the ruins world... and the debugging was successful!"

The laughter was extremely enthusiastic, full of excitement of solving a difficult problem. Her long beige hair danced wildly, which was incompatible with her usually dignified appearance. She looked like a madman.

But no one dared to laugh at her at this time.

"Why was the repair successful using the mechanical knowledge from the ruins world? Wait..." Eleven's shoulders trembled, and he suddenly realized: "The genius Subote who provided the blueprints of the star destroyer..."

She opened her mouth wide, suddenly realizing:

"Subot...Subot..."

"Soo...bot?"

"That scientific research genius is... the Su Mingan bot that was dropped from the ruins world to invade Luowasha?"

"He created this star destroyer to defend against alien invasions, but he...shouldn't he be on the side of the invader?"

She thought about it for a while and suddenly understood, just like Changge and Necklace Brother in the Tenth World... Even if Su Mingan bot carries the mission of an invader, in the end, he will still go against the instincts in the program, disobey the set orders, and stand on the position of resisting aggression.

He left this star destroyer cannon for Rovasha.

Isabella adjusted the muzzle of the cannon and designated the World Tree as the target of the cannonball.

"Wait." At this time, the drunken old Mike took off his hat and said, "You want to fire at the World Tree?"

"No?" Eleven said lightly.

She was well aware of the Rovasa people's enthusiasm for the World Tree. If these people wanted to stop it, they had no choice but to take action.

Unexpectedly, the group of old researchers looked at each other, and Old Mike suddenly laughed loudly:
"Good! Good! Good!"

"Destroy that tasteless tree! Pull it up by the roots!"

"Let it look down on science, let it hold up those ridiculous creation stories every day, let it turn all our planes and cannons into scrap metal!"

"Ms. Bella, BOOM IT!!!"

This was the first time Isabella had heard these strict gentlemen and ladies use such crude terms.

They still had no intention of boarding the ship to the New World, and still planned to wait for death here, but their faces were filled with unprecedentedly bright smiles.

It seems like many things that cannot be let go are singing along with the song.

It seemed like all the painful things in one’s life were pouring out with this shot.

She heard singing on the rooftop, from her colleagues singing under the snow. They did not intend to board the ship of the new world, but to become the last embers of the old era.

"Ten." Isabella's fingers reached into the deep operating core of the Star Destroyer Cannon. What her fingertips touched was not cold metal, but a kind of long-dormant, yet hot and pulsating huge power.

She began the final operations before launch, counting in a clear voice.

In contrast to this calmness is the cheerful singing coming from upstairs.

"I'm leaving soon, I'm leaving soon~"

"Nine." Qin Chunyao's bloodshot eyes stared at the star map, locking onto the breathtakingly huge cursor of the World Tree. Her voice overlapped with Isabella's, cold and precise.

"Have another drink, have another drink, my dear friend~" Old Mike roared in a hoarse voice along with the singing from upstairs, and picked up the old guitar with a cracked neck.

Boom! Boom that tree down!

"Eight." On the huge main screen, the icon of the World Tree was enlarged to the limit, shining brightly.

"On the day the Rosette Nebula curled up into a wedding ring, old Victor buried the telescope's case~" Old Victor hummed tunelessly.

"Seven." Eleven's figure quickly shuttled between the dashboards, and the mechanical arm made short clicking sounds.

"He said that ink cannot extinguish wheat beer, just like the evening breeze cannot take away ideals.'~" August raised the bottle high.

"Six." A frightening blue light began to gather inside the barrel of the Star Destroyer. The light grew brighter and brighter, as if a dying star had rekindled at the muzzle.

"When all truths become rhymes, at least let the martyrs choose the shape of fire~" Mansha's skirt fluttered.

She performed a brisk twirling dance on the edge of the blue-white light that was becoming increasingly dazzling and skin-burning.

"Five." Xiao Zhu's teeth were chattering. He stared at the operating table nervously, beads of sweat the size of beans falling down his cheeks.

"Have another drink, have another drink, my dear friend~"

Four."

Buzz! The entire ship groaned as it was overwhelmed!
On the external structure of the star destroyer, more than a thousand lamps simultaneously burst out with incandescent light that was enough to blind a person's eyes!
The light penetrated the thick portholes, dyeing everything in the room a violent white, and the human figures looked like burning silhouettes in the strong light.

"I will ride the parabola bent by fairy tales to the direction where all the morning lights disappear~"

"Three." Isabella's voice remained steady.

"If you hear the whistle of the new world in the distance, please take us to kiss the frost of our homeland~"

"Two." The light from the muzzle condensed into a point.

"If you hear the whistle of the New World in the distance, please kiss the frost of our homeland on our behalf..."

At this moment, people's singing became extremely clear and gentle, as if all the rage, fear, and reluctance had settled down, leaving only this last and purest exhortation.

Something seemed to flash in the strong light in the corner of old Victor's eyes.

"one."

"Beep." The star destroyer cannon sounded, and only the last button remained to be pressed.

Silently, Eleven held Isabella's hand and their palms were clasped.

In such a tense moment, Eleven actually laughed.

She laughed brightly, her chest vibrating, her black hair trembling, and her delicate eyebrows narrowed, as if she was thinking of something very funny.

Facing Isabella's questioning look, Eleven smiled and said, "I have been annoyed with that tasteless tree for a long time, since the beginning of the dungeon. Now I can finally destroy it."

"Heh..." Isabella smiled and turned to look at Xiao Zhu: "Are you really not going to board the ship?"

Xiao Zhu was watching the star destroyer cannon light up. When he heard the question, he was stunned for a moment before shaking his head:
"On the day when the Genesis Era arrived, my father jumped from the top floor of the Brooklyn Building in front of a table full of scientific research waste papers, and my mother crashed into the green stock market screen of the Financial Building, her head was broken and bleeding."

"As I couldn't pay back the research funds I borrowed, I sold myself to the Celestial Tribe and mutated into a leek. Every bit of growth I got was cut off and eaten by them."

"Old Mike, August, Old Victor... they all owed huge debts to a greater or lesser extent. Even if they paid off their debts, their life's hard work would have gone to waste..."

"People don't care about the significance of science, and they never take ordinary people seriously. Those big men care about their Garden of Eden, a paradise with odes, poems, and sculptures, a so-called 'idealistic world'..."

"In order to avenge those hateful guys, we, a group of researchers, did something that will never be forgiven by people. That thing is extremely serious. We will also be liquidated in the new world. Therefore, we cannot board the ship in the new world. We are willing to wait for death in the old world."

"Huh?" This was the first time Isabella had heard of this. "What did you do?"

What on earth did they do that made these researchers prefer to die rather than go to the new world?

"We..." Xiao Zhu smiled: "We will make sure that the future world master will never degenerate."

"The future world master? Are you talking about the artificial Rin tribe?" Isabella asked in surprise.

"Yes, when Ran Bo went to cooperate in the creation of the Lin tribe, we secretly provided him with information and asked him to leave a 'red line' in the DNA of the Lin tribe. Once the Lin tribe becomes corrupt, degenerates, commits evil deeds, etc., the Lin tribe will feel physical pain or even die." Xiao Zhu said: "This is the last thing we, a group of extremely humble people in the face of the torrent of the times, can do at the cost of our lives."

Isabella's eyes widened.

...From a macro perspective, this is indeed a good thing, ensuring the integrity of the future world master and preventing him from becoming a new evil dragon. However, it is too bold. Once this matter is exposed, in order to maintain the dignity of the world master and the order of the new world, these people will not be accepted even if they are doing good things.

So, they decided to become the last embers of the old world.

Is that why their singing is so loud?

Xiao Zhu clenched his fists. This young researcher who had bowed and nodded in front of important people all his life burst into tears and laughed. With tears on his face, he looked up at the sky, as if he saw a familiar figure: "Dad, Mom, I can finally go to see you..."

"Dad, Mom, if there is an afterlife, please don't let me be born into such a poetic world..."

They—Old Mike, Old Victor, August, Mantha, the silent mechanic in the corner, the engineer with his grease-stained face—held hands and formed a small, trembling circle.

The singing was no longer a sporadic humming, but merged into a hoarse torrent, rising with difficulty amid the roar of the concentrated energy of the star destroyer cannon.

Ah, my dear friend,

Today I will fly, today I will fly!
Go to the reef port that the poets of Lovasa cannot find, to the pasture that cannot be dyed black by ink!

Bluebells grow in the cracks of the starry sky. A poet says this is the growth of romance.
But we remember that two hundred and thirty years ago, the dew there wet our notebooks.

Have another drink, have another drink, my dear friend!
Let us raise our glasses and make a wish to the shooting stars, may the wildfires of Rowsa remember the weight of apples in the past!
Sing one more song, sing one more song, my dear love!
We laugh and break empty bottles, but they say apples should fall on lines of poetry.

Dance one more time, dance one more time, when the moon is drunk and looks like a rusty page of a book!
When all truths are reduced to rhymes, at least let the martyrs choose the shape of the fire.

The storybook is full of correct answers, and we are the stubborn shipwreck,
Ah, farewell my friend! Our names will be reflected on all the polished windows!
"Cluster." After an inaudible sound of a launch, these people who have dedicated their lives to science saw the most dazzling blue light they had ever seen in their lives.

The martyrs chose the shape of fire.

When the brilliant blue light shot up into the sky——

They all stopped singing, laughed and shouted:

……

"Come on--'Dean Kyles'!"

"Let's jump off that Brooklyn Building together!"

……

……

“May the Bodhisattva bless you, may the Buddha bless you, may God bless you, may the lighthouse bless you, may the heavens and the earth bless you…”

Ding bell—ding bell—ding bell—

The sound of the bells spinning to represent blessings.

The old people were mumbling prayers.

Xiaoxiao's cold fingers tightly grasped Wang Zhenzhen's clammy hand. The two of them were like two seedlings snuggling together in a storm, their eyes glued to the end of the gray, lifeless sky.

The rising stars, the shadows, and the white tentacles that cover the sky and the sun.

——There is the only hope, and it is also the final judgment that hangs over the heads of billions of lives and has yet to fall.

“May the Bodhisattva bless you, may the Buddha bless you, may God bless you, may the lighthouse bless you…May the heavens and the earth bless you, may your grace be revealed…”

This sound is not a lone cry, but rather the simultaneous existence of tens of millions of similar prayers, whether from players or Rovasha people.

"We must succeed, and we must board the ship safely..."

As far as the eye can see, there is an endless crowd of people. Thousands of players, like gravel washed onto the same narrow reef by the apocalyptic waves, are densely packed, filling up every inch of land where they can stand. The only common posture they have is looking up.

An old woman with gray hair was holding a worn leather Bible tightly in her trembling hands, her dry lips moving.

Not far away, a dark-skinned sturdy man who looked like a fisherman knelt down heavily facing the east where the sea and the sky met, shouting "Mazu Goddess" in a broken voice.

The monk, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, was striking a lacquered wooden fish, making a monotonous sound of "knock-knock-knock".

A young man wearing glasses was holding a thin book with yellowed pages and curled edges. What he was reciting was neither a Buddhist scripture nor a holy book, perhaps some pagan prayers, or perhaps just some self-comforting mumblings. The pages of the book were turning restlessly between his sweaty fingers.

More people hugged each other tightly and said their last words to their parents and children.

The most eye-catching thing is that many people actually worshipped a huge, cold lighthouse in the distance that emitted a faint orange-yellow artificial light. They put their hands together and called out "Lighthouse Bless You", as if this was a god worthy of entrustment in this era.

"It will be safe, nothing will happen..."

"May we all move towards a bright and glorious future..."

"Nothing will happen to my mother or me..."

"Grandma, don't cry, everything will be fine..."

"Hope everyone is safe..."

They have done everything they can, used up all the mana that could contribute energy, and are only waiting for the final judgment of fate.

At this moment, Xiaoxiao felt someone pulling her, and when she looked down, she saw a little girl. The moment she recognized her, she was so scared that she almost flew away.

"Shh..." Bonnie hugged the little bear and said, "I won't burn you. Sister Lin Yin taught me. I won't burn anyone casually."

This is the famous "naughty kid" Bonnie in the world game. She was caught by the Angel of Dawn and taught a lesson through violence before she learned to be restrained. Of course, her crimes can no longer be washed away, and even if she enters the new world, she will be punished by the subsequent order.

"Some of us are going to die, right?" Bonnie said.

"Don't worry so much about kids." Xiaoxiao frowned.

"I heard that the energy is still a little short. So people without enough spiritual energy cannot board the ship." Bonnie said.

Nonsense." Xiao Xiao immediately said with a fierce face: "We are all very spiritual people, how can we not successfully board the ship!"

"Look, there really isn't enough energy." Bonnie stuck out her tongue.

Xiao Xiao was so angry that his hair stood on end after being tricked by a little kid. But he soon heard Lin Yin's voice:
"believe him."

A girl with flying black hair and wings of sunlight came over. Her cheeks were bathed in light, and she seemed like the embodiment of hope.

Lin Yin is the core of this group of players. She has long been the bridge between Luowasha and the main god world. For the general public, the top player they come into contact with the most is not Su Mingan, but Lin Yin. It is she who brings casual players into Luowasha in batches, it is she who calms the rejection and anxiety of Luowasha people, and it is she who organizes players to use mana instead of energy.

Su Mingan is the "spire" and she is the "foundation".

"Trust Su Mingan, he... will do his best to bring you all into a safe new world." Lin Yin already knew Su Mingan's decision and calmly comforted everyone.

"What is he going to do?" a casual player asked hurriedly.

"Is he all right?" another asked.

"Don't be afraid, Su Mingan has a death rollback, so nothing will happen to him." Someone said.

"He must be alive. Rather than letting people like Edward and Mizushima Chuan continue to be in power, it's better to have Su Mingan..."

"I hope he's alive. We've misunderstood him for too long..."

At this time, Xiao Xiao quietly pulled Lin Yin aside, looked at her calm face, and whispered:
“—You’re not Lin Yin, right?”

His sixth sense has always been strong and he can distinguish the slightest differences.

Lin Yin's expression changed slightly, and he sighed softly:
"I am the Angel of Dawn Plance. Lin Yin...is no longer with us because she stopped Gao Wei from hunting down Su Ming'an. But we still need Lin Yin here, and we also need a spiritual beacon, so I am here."

"But aren't you the angel of the Mother Goddess of Light? Will the Mother Goddess of Light possess you..." Xiaoxiao said worriedly.

"I am no longer an angel." Plans lowered his wings of light slightly, and Xiaoxiao discovered that his wings of light were full of cut marks.

"Before, the Radiant Mother Goddess possessed me and almost killed the future world master, the Rin clan. I almost committed a great sin."

"Later, after learning of Lin Yin's death, I clipped the wings that the Mother Goddess had given me and fell from an angel to a mortal."

"I took on the appearance of my friend and fulfilled her dream."

“I realized that words like ‘order’, ‘radiance’ and ‘angel’ do not come from identity, but from action.”

"So, now, I'm no longer an angel."

When Xiao Xiao heard the news of Lin Yin's death, her heart tightened. She looked at Plans' face and said with emotion:
"...No, now, you are the real angel."

Plans gave a forest-like smile, like moonlight.

Xiaoxiao didn't know what kind of friendship they had, but there was no need for witnesses, it was enough to prove it now.

"We won't all be saved, will we?" At this time, a dark-skinned child spoke up, with a hint of fear on his young face, and the mother next to him held his hand tightly.

"...Yes." Plans concealed the cruel truth and said loudly: "Everyone is a very spiritual person!"

Su Mingan had said before that there was still a gap of about 600 points of energy, which was the fatal shortcoming of the wooden barrel.

But how can these common people who have suffered all their lives and have never even seen flowers be spiritual? How can people who have never seen the sky describe the vastness of the sky and the depth of the sea?
"I used to dislike this place." Beside Plance, Tianyu, with long flowing hair, crossed his arms and looked at the cloud island floating high in the sky: "Scars that are enough to kill people, ravines that are deep enough to make people despair, and times that change suddenly and irrationally. But I can't abandon this place."

She took a deep breath and looked at a standing stone tablet: "I hope my name will not appear on that stone tablet."

Whoever dies will have their name written on the stone tablet as a record. They have made a bet to see who will survive in the end. If anyone survives, they will bear the names of all the dead and "write" them again in the new world.

Plans stared at it for a moment, then remembered that Lin Yin's name was not on the stone tablet. He hid the pain in his heart and smiled, "Well... we will all be safe."

Suddenly, from a distance, Xiaoxiao heard a cannon shot.

A thunderous blue light rushed to the end of the distant horizon, leaving a long trail.

"That is..." Xiaoxiao stared in a daze.

"It's a shooting star!"

"What a beautiful meteor!"

"Make a wish! Make a wish!"

The children closed their eyes and made a wish toward the tail of the Star Destroyer Cannon.

An extremely dazzling light lit up at the end of the horizon and rushed towards the distant sky - rushing towards the world tree, a world symbol that has stood for tens of millions of years and represents the beginning and end of civilization.

clang--

Fate rang the final bell.

……

Red Tower, Royal City, Civilian Area.

"——Stop chasing me! I'll really get angry if you keep chasing me!"

At that time, Yamada Machiichi was running away in panic.