National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

"That's not how you use the flame," he said calmly. "Forgetfulness and hope, survival and extinction... they need to be balanced, not squandered. Leave the rest to me."

Suddenly, the two ancient remote controls levitated and merged into the void! The next second, the pillar of firelight, previously consumed by the eternal night, suddenly changed form, as if infused with new instructions!

They stopped bombing and transformed into countless thin yet incomparably tough golden threads, like cosmic sewing threads, precisely wrapping around the "Nail of Order" in the void transformed from the sword light, and then... using it as an anchor point, they began to "sew" frantically!

Sew up the space swallowed by "nothingness"! Sew back the erased "existence" stitch by stitch!

This scene was truly a cosmic spectacle! On one side, absolute darkness (nothingness) expanded endlessly, while on the other, countless golden threads, like a weaving web, tenaciously stitched, repaired, and rebuilt! A fierce tug-of-war ensued between the two sides in the void!

"Oh... Shit..." Yu Wenshu's eyes nearly popped out of his head. "This operation... is a cosmic-level embroidery job! What on earth do these three gentlemen do?!"

"Shut up! Help!" Yu Wenjin couldn't bear to look at his younger brother. He swung his tail to blow away a piece of flying space debris, and spewed out dragon flames, burning the darkness that tried to spread around the golden thread.

All the big guys reacted instantly and poured their strength into the golden suture, either to clear obstacles or to stabilize the rear.

Su Mohui felt that her soul power was almost drained, but she held on tightly, maintaining the resonance with Erha, providing the final foundation for that "nail".

Erha seemed to understand that he was doing something big. He stopped doggy paddling and stood majestically in the only bright area he had carved out. He held the door frame in his mouth, like a downgraded dragon guarding treasure, and growled threateningly at Azathoth: "Woo... Woof Woof! (Get out of here! This is my territory!)"

Azathoth's will was struggling frantically, and the darkness of nothingness was like a huge wave, constantly hitting the golden sutures and the seemingly tiny but extremely tough "nail".

But once "nothingness" is pinned down by "existence," it can no longer remain absolutely "empty." The stitches become more and more numerous, and the repaired area becomes larger and larger...

finally--

It's like reaching a critical point!

hum! ! !

The entire Xuyuan battlefield shook violently!

The gray heart beat violently, and countless cracks appeared on its surface, as if it could not withstand the huge power of nothingness!

“No——!!!” Azathoth let out a final roar filled with unwillingness and despair!

next moment--

"Pfft..."

The remaining portion of the gray heart, like a balloon inflated to its limit, was instantly punctured by a needle. Along with the massive tumorous structure on the outside, it suddenly collapsed inward, entangled by countless golden sutures! It shrank smaller and darker...

Finally, as everyone watched with bated breath, it collapsed into an insignificant, almost invisible...singularity.

A singularity of nothingness that emits a weak suction force but no longer has consciousness and no longer expands.

It quietly floated in the void, surrounded by dense golden stitches, like a carefully packed... package of dangerous goods.

The battlefield fell into deathly silence.

Only the Husky was left standing majestically in the only intact space it had guarded, holding the dimly lit door frame in its mouth and wagging its tail proudly:

“Ooo ...

Urobuchi's final battle ended in a way no one could have predicted.

But everyone knows this is not the end. The sealed "void singularity" is still dangerous, and post-war reconstruction... and how to deal with this "dangerous package"...

There are still many troubles.

Su Mohui collapsed on the ground, exhausted. She looked at the Husky that was trying to take credit, then at the golden "package". She forced a smile and said, "Finally... temporarily... it's done..."

Then, she felt her body hollowed out, her vision darkened, and she just wanted to lie down and have a good sleep. Just as she fell straight down with a "thump", and closed her eyes for 0.01 seconds, she heard a scream in her ears -

"Girl!"

"Mo Hui!"

"Boss Su!"

Several exclamations rang out at the same time.

The closest one, the King of Hell, who now had five heads and nine arms, used one head to scream, while the other four heads controlled two arms to stretch out like lightning and steadily catch her fallen body. The remaining seven arms were still frantically processing the post-war report booklets that came from all directions.

"Hurry! The best holy spring for healing in the Nether Palace! No! Just move the spring here! If that doesn't work, go to the Heavenly Palace and snatch the alchemy furnace!" A head roared into the communicator.

"Monitor vital signs! Scan soul stability! Quick! If it doesn't work, perform CPR!" Another head commanded the panicked ghost doctor team.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Don't block the light!" The third head dispersed the little ghosts who were watching.

"It's so annoying, this overtime... almost killed the chief judge..." The fourth head muttered quietly, but he didn't expect to be glared at by the main brain.

The fifth head looked worriedly at the "Void Singularity" wrapped in golden threads in the distance, muttering, "This hot potato... what should I do..."

Just when the Nether Palace was in chaos, the big guys on the Void Battlefield also began the "post-war settlement."

The Husky, which had made great contributions, felt a little bored when it saw that the biggest "ball" was gone.

It held the broken door frame, which had become dull and was still stained with suspicious mucus, in its mouth and strolled to Gongyang Zhanqing's feet. It rubbed her legs with its big head, making a "woohoo" sound in its throat, and its blue eyes blinked, full of "please praise, please feed" written all over them.

Gongyang Zhanqing's aura was different at this moment. The cold and chaotic atmosphere of the restraining system was replaced by a warm and profound sense of order.

She smiled slightly, reached out and rubbed Erha's big furry head, and said softly: "Thank you very much this time."

As soon as he finished speaking, Erha's tail instantly shook like a propeller.

On the other side, Qi Mo had already pulled out a... virtual abacus? It was calculating something, muttering to himself:

"Rescuing Su Mohui cost me three souls, so the Netherworld Palace owes me three favors... Oh, and reinforcing the Bagua Formation cost me my innate vitality, which translates to about... Helping that old Zhulong block three energy attacks. I have to let him pick any three items from the Dragon Palace's treasure trove. No, at least ten!... And there's also compensation for mental damage! Watching a dog walk... No, watching the thrilling battle of gods, it's not unreasonable to charge a movie fee, right?"

The more he calculated, the brighter his eyes became, as if he saw not ruins but mountains of gold and silver.

Yu Wenjin's enormous dragon body was perched on a large piece of spatial debris, licking... no, using dragon flames to purify several wounds on his body that had been corroded by the aura of nothingness. Upon hearing Qi Mo's words, he snorted unhappily, and two streams of sulfur-smelling smoke blew out of his nostrils.