It's so painful! So hard! So difficult!

"It's dangerous."

"Did you hear that? Did you hear that? She's the one who fully understands the current situation. This is an absolute situation. I am your absolute enemy. Stop holding on to those pathetic fairy tale fantasies. Knights, they come from fairy tales."

The deity's words grew increasingly bitter, seemingly intended to irritate the crowd, yet also seemingly channeling her own emotions, gradually becoming more in tune with the chaotic divine realm. She mocked affection and love, bringing the weight of reality down upon the world.

"But...it's certainly possible to talk about it."

But the poet, as if he heard nothing, spoke thus,

"This is your divine realm. That guy can't hear anything, so I can speak without worry. The Dusk Gods are also a group of miserable people. Your world was destroyed for unknown reasons, and after coming here, you are still abandoned, your wills worn down, your bodies destroyed. Even others can't maintain a correct understanding of you, and you can't leave any traces of your own."

"And I can tell you with confidence. We, too, are working to overthrow the very being that once destroyed you. As long as you trust me, everything you once had will return."

She, too, spoke her words with the utmost earnestness, revealing her most truthful words before the gods. Despite the public outcry, even though Xiao Nuo was a god, the poet remained genuinely calm.

This could not help but make the gods a little stunned, but after a brief silence, she emitted even stronger rage and anger.

"Believe you? You are truly foolish, Astrologer. Don't you know how vast my world is? Only by completely destroying this place..."

"I know. We will take that guy's place. Then the fate of all the Dusk Gods will return to the right path."

"How shameless! Do you think you can deceive me? Letting you take my place is no different from being at the mercy of others. Am I not the best candidate to become the new god, since I already possess such power?"

The poet was silent. She shook her head.

"As you know, you are already one of the most powerful beings on this planet, but it's not enough. Furthermore, you can't do it. You are still in His control, and with your current approach, you won't succeed. Even if you see the path to success that is truly real, it's as fragile as paper and false."

"Such a silver tongue! If I can't do it, who can? Do you want me to entrust all these sacrifices and achievements to you, who are so much weaker than me, for no reason? Is everything I do wrong?"

"……Yes."

Hearing the poet's cold denial, the gods laughed again.

"If such simple words alone could prevent the destruction of your own world, it would truly be a wonderful thing. Unfortunately, facts are facts after all! Do you really believe what you say? Well, I only need to peel out your soul and read it thoroughly. Whether you are deceiving or you really have some plan, I will take your fate into my own hands!"

The god's body trembled slightly, as if it was about to take action. The poet looked at everything in front of her indifferently, and finally, she sighed.

"Stop it, Xiao Nuo. You are not destined to have such a destiny..."

"Is it still possible to stop at this point? People like you who have only been betrayed by a city, what do you know?!"

The furious aura formed a storm as she roared, and the bloody wind of annihilation surrounded her body. Her voice also became louder and louder.

"I have wandered countless worlds, the length of time so vast that it has lost its meaning and eroded my sanity. Yet, even now, I can still vividly recall the cries of billions of my fellow human beings on the day the world was destroyed. Each of their names is like a tombstone, seared into my mind. From that day on, I have constantly reminded myself not to forget. Even if I were reduced to competing with hyenas for food, unable to maintain even my own sense of self, I would still remember everything that once existed.

"Now, you're talking to me about destiny? What a ridiculous word! Do you think I'll give up with just these two casual words?"

The figure of the god slowly pressed forward, and was already approaching everyone. His condescending gaze looked down upon everything.

"I will never allow myself to be defeated again. I alone am enough!"

A powerful obsession, brimming with emotion, burst forth. The Dark Knights remained silent, knowing that no amount of words would be effective at this point. Just as the world before them had come to an end, their conversation with her had also concluded.

"Poet... this is what you're talking about. The day we face the end together."

Sphia stared at the poet, panting, and asked. The poet nodded, then said solemnly,

"Yes."

"Why, why did it have to be Xiao Nuo? Really... I shouldn't have been so close to her if I had known."

Sphia muttered this as she walked forward. She slowly drew her weapon, her steps becoming more determined, and she raised her head towards the god.

"But even if I had the chance to do it again, I probably wouldn't change my choice. Everyone is like this. We are gathered here precisely because we are a group of sentimental fools."

She glanced at everyone and laughed a few times.

Chapter 1013 I’m Sorry, I Lied to You

Then she paused and said,

"Just like now, none of us will change our choices."

Suddenly, her tone became solemn. All the knights stood still, looking at Xiao Nuo, who was already in control of the world before him and was in a high position. The god was disdainful of this, and she sneered.

"Choice? Kneel and die, stand and die! The so-called end is equal to all of you. However... I truly have no intention of killing you now. Such weak beings cannot have the slightest effect on me. You may continue your heroic games until my plan can proceed. We can embrace each other and welcome the final day."

"Isn't that great? After all, you are indeed immersed in that kind of friendship. Move aside, at least your death will not seem so stupid."

Her words did not shake any of the knights. They just looked at the god in front of them quietly. This made Xiao Nuo feel a little confused.

"What's wrong? Are you leaving like this? Do you feel undignified? But before the apocalypse, isn't it part of your human nature to enjoy yourself for a while?"

"You, you simply can't bear to kill us."

The usually nervous Kingfisher suddenly spoke, sharpening her axe and looking at them. And Ju Men nodded and continued,

"You will one day grant us an equal death, but you're unwilling to directly exterminate us now. This is simply to downplay our existence in your heart. You're trying to deceive yourself, Xiao Nuo."

"Since you consider us your enemies, why are you avoiding a head-on collision? Stop talking nonsense and get started!"

Changmao took a stance, kneeling to death, standing to death, it was obvious that he would never choose to kneel. The god laughed loudly,

"How unkind of you all! Do you really think your existence is that important? I've already said that you are nothing but ants. Killing ants is as trivial as a feather. I don't care about it at all."

"In that case, then go ahead and do it!"

The Shar-Pei mustered up his courage and actually roared loudly. Although he was always slippery, he had no intention of retreating at this moment.

"If you want to die, I will naturally not refuse. But I am very curious, what exactly supports you to think so? For a world full of filth and traps, to challenge an absolutely impossible existence... Do you still think that I can defeat you? It is really too foolish—"

“In this life, there are things you should not do, and there are things you must do.”

Ivan spoke slowly, his deep voice making his figure look even taller. He said,

"It's clear to us now that you're serious. You're truly powerful. Killing us is easier than crushing an ant. You don't even have to lift a finger; a single thought is all it takes."

"But even so, we will not retreat. No matter who the enemy is, since we have chosen our own path, we, the Dark Knights, will always use our bodies as shields to protect those we desire. Whether it's the flowers, birds, animals, insects, or the vast world behind us, we will continue to fight."

As he spoke, his gaze turned towards the crowd, but at this moment, he had withdrawn his weapon. The dark will that would last forever did not lose its sharpness as the weapon was withdrawn. Instead, his stance became more solemn.

"But no matter what, I'm unwilling to attack you. If you want to kill me, then come on. Even if it's just a moment of your will, if there's only this level of resistance, I will stand here without hesitation."

As soon as these words were spoken, the knights retracted their weapons. They stood before the god like a human wall. Their figures, so fragile and tiny compared to the other side, seemed incredibly strong.

This was clearly an act of presumption and madness. But it seemed like the knights had always been mad from the beginning.

Who dares to say that it is normal to think that a few people can save the world?

At the same time, a figure was running wildly across the plains. She was running at her fastest pace ever, frantically striding in one direction. That person was Bai Lin. Her injuries had completely faded, but the confusion in her eyes remained. The emotion saturating her body made her feel heavier, yet it also pushed her to quicken her pace.

"I'm sorry, Holy Son."

"I lied to you."

The image she had seen was still deeply imprinted in her mind. It was as if the poet was standing before her in a dark world, speaking to her softly,

"You were probably seriously injured when you saw this video. But you should have been able to fully understand everything I said. So, please patiently listen to this untruthful person's final heart-to-heart talk with you."

"It was precisely because you initially believed my ability to predict the future that you thought our plan was flawless, and so you agreed to have me as your partner. The relationship between boss and employee was just a thinly veiled facade. From the first night we met, you completely considered me one of your own."

"I've always known this. The weight and responsibility of life are not something you've ever thought was meaningless just because I said I was shouldering them. You just believed that we would be fine, and I've been deliberately deceiving you."

The poet tapped her steps lightly, and the darkness beneath her feet rippled like the surface of water, making her posture more lively. She also looked into the distance, lost in thought.

"A man with a purpose, a man with the ambition to save the world, will not sacrifice himself for so-called comrades or friends. Only by preserving his own life can he ensure the fulfillment of his ambition. You should understand this, and it is indeed correct."

"But you probably never thought that my original intention was to sacrifice myself for you."

The sound of Qingming tells a heavy truth. In the image, her mind continues to drift away.

"I've already mentioned this since the first time I met you. I've long admired you and respected you. You're a true hero, possessing such destiny, courage, and will."

"But that alone is not enough. During the time you've been with me, you've personally experienced the existence of those so-called Twilight Gods."

Chapter 1014 The Essence of Twilight God

"Their existences are all distinct, and their attitudes towards this world are also drastically different. But they all share one common trait: they do not belong to this world, and therefore are rejected by it. No impression remains of them, and any traces of their past existence are distorted in various ways. Furthermore, without exception, their original worlds were suddenly destroyed."

The poet's eyes lightly swept across Bai Lin's body. The cold moonlight-like light cast doubts at Bai Lin.

"I previously mentioned to you the specific methods of my future observations after the decisive battle between dawn and dusk. Simply put, fate often doesn't detail every detail. Just like a novel, it doesn't reveal every moment of every character's life. Therefore, a cunning astrologer like me has ample room to modify fate. As long as I stay within certain boundaries, I can freely construct a small, happy world beneath the surface of reality."

"It is precisely because of this that I often see blurry images and cannot fully grasp the content of the Twilight God, who did not exist in our story from the beginning. Although there are indeed powerful people among them who can interfere with my observation, the former reason is more likely."

As she spoke, the poet sighed and looked down. Ripples were floating under her feet, making her look a little worn and thin. Her voice became even deeper.

"Having said this, I think you should have almost understood it."

"The reason why those Twilight Gods could destroy entire worlds so easily is precisely because of the analogy I just mentioned. Their worlds are all stories written by others, and now it is certain that they were written by Him."

"An irresponsible hand, holding a pen, wantonly destroys and distorts the story it once wrote. There are many ways in which a story can be destroyed. Sometimes it is simply forgotten, forgotten by the author, forgotten by the world. Sometimes, it is for the most unreasonable reasons that everything ends in an instant..."

"But in short, the world the Dusk Gods inhabit has been destroyed. Shattered and shattered, no one will ever touch it again. And now, it's our turn."

Could the world truly have been created by a being? Even if it was merely an analogy, the poet had already confirmed this claim. This truth clearly shocked Bai Lin immensely. She couldn't even think calmly at this moment, but this reality only fueled her imagination beyond her original limits. More worries and thoughts plagued her.

Could it be that he himself was also a "Twilight God"? Had the world he once lived in been destroyed without his knowledge?

"Most of the Dusk Gods are very powerful, which is why they are lucky enough to escape destruction. Because of this power, and their different attitude towards other worlds, people have given them this awe-inspiring name. The word "Dusk" has both light and dark meanings, but it perfectly describes the scene of the setting sun, making it a very fitting name."

"However, no matter how powerful they are, even if they are now ignored by Him, they will never be able to resist. After all, they are still just creations of the Creator. How can they surpass their Creator? The ultimate purpose of that power... perhaps it is just to maintain themselves."

The poet's eyes were fixed on Bai Lin. In the image, she held his hands. Her powerful gaze and warm hands added to the warmth in Bai Lin's heart.

"Fortunately, this world has welcomed you. You are different from the past. You come from a world not created by Him. Due to multiple factors that I find difficult to explain to you now, He has noticed you. However, you have also been able to slowly grow from your weakness."

Is it a coincidence?

"Yes, your existence is the result of your unwavering perseverance, and it is also the most beautiful coincidence for this world. You have experienced countless hardships here, yet you have reached this state of mind today. It is precisely because of your heroic spirit that I feel even more regretful..."

"Even if you do this, you will still die and lose."

Bai Lin's pupils contracted for a moment. The poet's whisper made her feel a little cold. The poet's grip on the other's hands tightened a little. She moved closer and said to Bai Lin,

"You are not one of His creations, and you have no connection to this world. This is good, but it's not enough. As a mortal, you have the potential to transcend everything with your will, but you are still constrained by the creator of the story. After all, you are just an insignificant outsider. How could you possibly disrupt someone else's already written outline?"

The poet released the hand holding Bai Lin and stroked Bai Lin's cheek instead. Her movements were gentle, and even through the mask, one could see that she seemed to be smiling gently.

"So, I will die for you."

"Hearing these words, you're probably even more flustered than when this video first started playing, even more resentful. Even I'm afraid it would inevitably make your temper even more violent. But don't worry, my death isn't just to allow you to transcend the fate already written in this story. There are other reasons as well."

"For example, I also really hope that the world will become a better place."

"The creatures that exist in this world are given cognitive locks. Because of this, they can't remember the Dusk Gods, because they don't know what kind of existence they are outside of their own stories."

"And the lock always has a limit to how far it can be physically broken. A completely irrational, intense event, unforeseen by Him, and completely unpreventable, can temporarily render the lock's supposed existence incapable of complete fictitious cognition, allowing some people to fully wake up and recognize His existence."

"Sounds simple, right? No fancy stuff, just smash it and it's done. This way of destroying the lock is just like your usual style. But the price... isn't what you expected."

The poet stopped stroking and placed his hands on Bai Lin's body, pausing for a moment.

"That is, let me die."

"In this story, I am Latia Tosk, a daughter of the Astrologer clan. I am also a renowned poet. Therefore, my sacrifice is extremely shocking to most people."

Chapter 1015 Buried before death

"Also, for some reasons, He won't notice my plan. This is a long story, so I'll try to summarize it as briefly as possible."

When she was young, the poet almost wanted to commit suicide because she felt that she had lost the meaning of life. However, she was even more afraid of death and ultimately did not take the action.

One day, in a valley near the astrologers' settlement, she encountered someone she knew as the "poet." She shone like a star, constantly full of cheerful thoughts, free and unfettered. Meeting such a person for the first time gave the young poet her first taste of human kindness and romance. And so, they began to spend more and more time together.

The old poet is the Goddess of Dusk. She wishes to guide the people of this world towards a brighter future. She believes that spreading joyful poetry to more people is part of her duty as a bard.

Leading a group is also leading, leading one is also leading. After meeting the poet, she also hoped that the girl would be happier. But she didn't expect that the poet actually wanted to take over the old poet's work, which made her laugh and cry. However, the old poet still taught her a lot.

And just like so many stories that have ended badly, one day the poet returned to the hillside, only to find the old poet's severely injured body. Seeing the newcomer, she, still broken, still revealed her beauty. She embraced the poet, who was sobbing with emotion, and passed on her what remained of her power to her.

"That's the ability to write the poem of one's own and others' destinies—the true power to tamper with fate. Having said that, if you want to rewrite someone else's plan within their own story, you should first consider your own strengths. In short, because of this, I was able to break free from His constraints and conceal my own plans without His noticing."

"When I die, this power, along with everything I possess as an astrologer, will be given to you. But you must use it with caution. If you overdo it, everything will be ruined. You bear the weight of more than just this world."

The poet laughed softly, and it seemed that at this moment, she felt more relaxed.

"I know what you're thinking. I have these abilities, so why should I give them to you through death? But you have to understand, Holy Son... who would want to die if they could?"

"Although it's impossible to ask you not to be too sad, I would find it strange if you didn't cry for me. But I don't want to see you sad either. I hope you can accept this reality."

Even if she said that, who could truly accept it? If Bai Lin could actually speak directly to the poet right now, she would definitely try her best to dissuade him. She would try to change his mind at all costs. However, now, she could only accept his further words amidst her increasingly confused thoughts.

"Although this is something like a will, it's never too long to leave it. However, I think it might contain too much about myself. From now on, I will hand over the stage to the other companions who have fought alongside you."

This seemed to be something that people had expected, but Bai Lin's body could not help but tremble again. The poet turned sideways, and a series of familiar figures appeared in front of her.

No, don't do that.