What did you do with the dice?

But when the Seven Sins Agents threw the key to him like garbage, he didn't even reach out to take it. Even at this moment, Rusalka felt that this thing seemed to be very unimportant to him. Thinking about it carefully, the system did not say that this key was the most important prop to go home. Why did he and his good brother assume that it was?

Brother Shenming, why don’t you let me chop you twice? Maybe it’s because this thing didn’t explode from your corpse. I always feel uneasy if I take it. It’s better to rob... It’s safest to use the things you picked up.

"Take it. As for why you're wondering why so many people are fighting over it, it's because in your eyes, it's already left my hand and fallen to the ground."

"If you keep telling me riddles, I'll start fighting!"

I can’t stand it any longer. The translation module on my good brother’s side is still loading, but Rusalka can’t help but explode!

Pygmalion laughed dumbly: "What do you think is the biggest difference between gods and mortals?"

Before Rusalka could answer, Pygmalion kindly ruled out a wrong answer for him: "Of course, it's not like gods can easily defeat mortals. If that's the case, then the strongest mortal being in the world is a god, and everything in the world is a god. Besides, there are some things I can tell you. We, the Twelve Gods, cannot interfere with your existence as we please, let alone erase your existence with our own hands. However, my existence is special. While I can't kill you, I can still seal you away and throw you into the ruins."

Really? Rusalka didn't believe it.

Pygmalion seemed to be able to read Rusalka's mind and smiled, "Although you possess immortality and the ability to escape control, I only need to create two opposing portals and throw you into them, creating a magic-forbidden closed-loop space where you will fall forever. Judging from your judgment, falling is not a restriction on your movement state. How can you escape?"

Sanita: (To put it bluntly, it means the same thing: are you convinced? Do you still want to fight?)

Rusalka: (I'm not convinced. I can use magic energy to shoot myself and repulsive magic to push myself. Isn't that how I escape? But I won't tell you. I know this guy must have other tricks to annoy me, but I can do this one. I just want to see his confident expression when he fails.)

Sanita: (Genius!)

Rusalka pretended to admit defeat, waiting to provoke the other party into action: "I don't know, but I don't believe it."

Pygmalion didn't continue to riddle Rusalka, letting her fighting spirit subside. "The answer is to induce. For example, you have two choices: first, come up and fight me with your sword; second, wait until I finish speaking. These two choices may not seem to matter to you, but you chose the second one. This is the power of the gods."

Sanitita: (I see. Does that mean that the reason everyone unconditionally believes this key is some very important artifact, or that you chose to brag about it in this way at the Black Mist God Council, is because he was controlling all of this?)

Rusalka felt that this was still a bit too metaphysical. Wasn't this just Schrödinger's cat after the box was opened? It just happened to be in his possession now. If he really drew his sword, he would probably have a different explanation. It's not like he doesn't know how to use three-dimensional defense. "Is it really that magical?"

"Yes, because I am God!" The Agent of the Seven Sins looked at the key lying on the ground, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, summoning a small sofa and a round table filled with snacks from thin air. "The followers of Lady Shadow may not be very courageous, and the people of the God of War may not be very loyal, but you are, after all, the sister of Hydra, whom I personally chose. You are worthy of sitting here and eating something since you can make her go against the will of God."

But no one responded to him.

Pygmalion smiled and repeated, "Do me a favor and sit down and eat something."

After saying that, a scarlet aura directly enveloped the area, forcing out a black mist from the void. Phoenix fell out of it and sat down right on the sofa.

He reached out and quickly pulled him and Rusalka to the edge of the round table. After placing a small sofa under each of them, he sat down first and then motioned for Rusalka to follow suit. "Would you like something to eat or drink?"

Before Rusalka could say anything, cola, fried chicken, and even a green 50-yuan note suddenly appeared on the table.

Now he completely believed that the Seven Sins Agents were gods, because the next sentence he just thought of was to say something that the other party would definitely not understand, which was: vivo50, treat me to Crazy Thursday.

Sunita: (That could also be an illusion created by your imagination, just like Theresa's adaptive clothing, which might look like fried chicken and cola to you but not to others.)

But his inference was quickly broken by Phoenix, because Phoenix picked up the Coke in front of Rusalka, took a small sip with his tongue carefully, and felt the bubbles numb his tongue. Thinking it was poison, he immediately spat it back.

This is a bit unhygienic, Phoenix!

Hehehe, but I just like drinking cola with cat saliva flavor!

Rusalka quickly snatched the cup and drank it all in one gulp under Phoenix's questioning gaze. Hiccup~ Ah, sweet: (What a familiar taste, Feisang, the Sakura of my hometown opened.)

Sanita was also surprised: (Huh? It's really Coke?)

Rusalka: (It's indeed Coke. How strange! Could this guy also be from Earth?)

This made Sanitieta feel a bit awkward. If the other party was also a time traveler, why bother with all the trouble? Wouldn't it be better to just use his overwhelming advantage of identity and power to reveal his identity?

After all, in his imagination, there are only two states between time travelers who find it difficult to trust each other: either cooperation or fighting to the death.

If you want to cooperate, just make your identities clear and show your cards directly; there is no need to hold a Hongmen Banquet for a fight to the death. After all, in other people's eyes, Rusalka is just a weakling who can be dealt with with two portals. Why bother to put on a good face and test her?

The Seven Sins Agent didn't continue the conversation about food. Perhaps he simply wanted to convince Rusalka of his identity. He then pulled the key from the ground, placed it on the table, and returned to the topic.

"Actually, this key is just a seal that seals the gate to Hell. Originally, this seal would have been passed down from generation to generation by the Church of the Seven Sins and the Mebius family. However, the previous gatekeeper of the Mebius family, the old king, was assassinated prematurely. To prevent the key from falling into the hands of other forces, I personally led the church to cooperate with Grand Duke Oaks of the North to take the lead in capturing Alice City."

He also conjured up a cup of Coke in his hand, took a sip, and smacked his lips. "What a strange taste! Is this a specialty of your Pearl Tear Territory?"

To be honest, the amount of information and the degree of reversal in his words were too high. If he was not really pretending to be stupid to fish but was expressing his true feelings, not to mention Rusalka, even Sunita's focus would have shifted a bit, and he didn't care much about what was going on in Alice City.

Brother Shen, can we talk about Coke today and understand it thoroughly?

"It was only after the Fourth Prince opened the treasury that I discovered that the activeness of the End and the lack of teachings within the Church of the Seven Sins had made the seal extremely fragile. Even if the Fourth Prince was sacrificed, it would be difficult to maintain the blood seal of the Mebius family. So, I personally used my power to forcibly maintain the seal."

Well, it seems that the unlucky Fourth Prince was finally treated as a consumable. I wonder if Challens would be relieved or sympathetic, or both, if he knew about this.

Under Sanitta's instructions, Rusalka asked a few questions that concerned him: "So what's your purpose in meeting with me this time? To ask me to clear your name? That's not right. If that were the case, you could have explained the situation directly when you announced it to the world. That way, you wouldn't have caused a civil war in the kingdom and caused so much suffering."

"My purpose from the beginning to the end has been one and the same. Everything I do: to appear in this world, to guide everyone, and ultimately to lead everything to Alice City. This is all to complete the epic story in my mind. And you are the protagonist I need, a hero capable of saving the world. To achieve this, I can give up everything, including my power, my beliefs, and even my very existence. This is the most fundamental difference between me and the other eleven guys."

Before his good brother could speak, Rusalka felt a little uncomfortable after hearing this. He frowned and asked, "What if I don't want to do it?"

Pygmalion looked at Rusalka and laughed: "I designated you as such, and you are, regardless of your thoughts."

Rusalka thought about it and found that she really couldn't objectively reject this identity. She was just very unhappy about the fact that this guy had figured out her situation and thoughts all the way.

Just as the other party said, the moment he was able to escape from here unscathed, obtain the key, and completely end the civil war in the kingdom, he would have become the first hero to "eliminate the Church of the Seven Sins." People's opinions of him had nothing to do with his will.

Thinking back, perhaps his plan was completed the moment I chose to ride alone to meet him. Can this also be controlled?

By the way, where is the horse?

Rusalka turned around and found that the white horse, which had been forgotten at some point, was leaning in the corner: Don't cue.

He still had to be tough and aggressive. "Didn't Theresa and Hydra also fail before? You say it's so mysterious, but isn't it just pure luck?"

"That's the End who's hindering me. His stance is fundamentally different from ours, the Twelve Gods. He'll hinder everything we want to achieve. But so what? He can hinder me once, twice, but can he hinder me a third time?"

"I can't understand your purpose in doing this. Which side are you on?"

"Just as I cannot understand the thoughts of you creatures, I only care about myself."

At this point, Rusalka's brain was actually a little overloaded, and she wanted to flip the table to challenge the opponent, but fortunately, her good brother Sunita started to exert his strength.

"Then why did you choose to cooperate with Grand Duke Oaks?"

"His ambition is enormous and easy to control. He has no choice. The Aiel Empire is about to invade the northern border. If he doesn't get support from the other Grand Dukes during the internal struggle for the throne, his family's survival will be in jeopardy. He has no choice but to trust me because I am strong enough."

"So what's your next plan?"

"I'll give you the key and leave. I'll give you my remaining power, and I'll give you the entire Seven Sins Church and the research results of demonic power as your achievements. You'll support the Great Prince to ascend to the throne, and bring the items left by the Time Lord in the treasury back to light. Use those items to recapture the United Kingdom before the key disintegrates, re-pacify Sneidi, and then cooperate with Esdi and Esterlun to annihilate the El Empire, unify the world, end the war, and finally... defeat the forces of the Apocalypse and save the world. As for which god you choose to help, it's none of my business. I just want to see this story through to its conclusion."

"Wow, that sounds like a really cheesy story. What if I don't?"

"Then the End will strengthen its power in the chaos and ultimately destroy the world. Right now, there are too many people in this world who hope that this key sealing the gates of hell will disintegrate immediately."

"Why? Why don't you just repeat what you said to me? Do they hope that the seal will be broken, allowing the demons to invade again, causing devastation to all living things around the world and even threatening the survival of the Eternal Plane?"

Pygmalion crossed his legs and sneered, "What do you think? There are always arrogant people who don't believe in history, just like that arrogant messenger of the end who chose to come alone to challenge me."

This made the two of them stunned again. Now the case was solved. It turned out that Theresa had come here once in advance.

As for the result, it was obvious. Although he could not personally eliminate Theresa's existence, he must have caused her considerable harm, forcing her to condescend to dance for Rusalka.

Out of a man's mentality, Rusalka really wanted to shake his hand and say: Thank you!

In the end, Sanita, who said he would take it one step at a time, and Rusalka, who really couldn't think of a way to play against the rules, could only pick up the key on the table to see if the system had any insights.

But the moment he grasped the key, a dazzling bright red light illuminated the entire space.

Pygmalion's face changed drastically, but before he could do anything, everything around him was banned.

No, it was more like the whole world was banned - including him.

A familiar pitch-black door opened behind him.

"Next, I would like to introduce the equal opportunity advocate, the god of the end, Alastor!"

Chapter 298: Alice Magic Castle Final Battle (4)

"Oh~ Wait a minute, isn't this my old friend? We parted too soon, but now we meet again."

A crimson throne flew out from the door, and the deer-headed figure on the throne grinned at the motionless Pygmalion.

"We had a great time together. Maybe you have what I need. But before that, you need to answer a small question for me..."

The crimson palm pierced through Pygmalion's chest, and the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing sharp teeth.

"Tell me, do you gods bleed?"

The power of the Seven Sins dissipated from the wound and was continuously absorbed by the arm. The red ropes on the key began to fade rapidly and disappear.

Pygmalion shouted loudly, and the power of the Seven Sins erupted. Red ripples spread out, shattering the End along with the throne, and time began to flow through him again.

Alastor reappeared on the ground as the red mist gathered. He smiled and bowed to the Seven Sins Agents. "How have you been lately? I imagine you're still preoccupied with your playful script. Oh, how sorry I am, because in my opinion, it's just as terrible as that Type-Moon story you wrote last time. Z.H.Y., you underestimate the boundary between us and them. You'd better quickly turn the last page of your novel that I'm already tired of."

"The end is actually you! You lunatic with no aesthetic sense!"

The deer-headed demon chuckled and changed his body, transforming into a skinny man in a black robe wearing a white crow mask. He was surrounded by dark green mist, and in the mist, a number of transformed rat heads emerged with red light.

Then, he transformed into a winged, bird-like blue humanoid creature, quietly looking down at everything on the ground, with miniature planets swirling around him.

Eventually, he returned to his original deer-headed demon form, crossing his legs as if he were sitting on an air chair.

"Why can't it be me? I fit the bill perfectly. I thought you always knew it was me. Oh, let me think, you didn't think I was there, so it couldn't be me? No way, no way? I've already sat in this position, how can you have preconceived notions?"

"But it's okay to tell you. This is infuriating. I was just a little late, and I was thrown into the Hell Plane, bored and looking after that group of meaningless guys. They've been fighting, killing, devouring each other, and evolving over and over again for over a thousand years. I thought I would have to wait in boredom for a long, long time. I can only say thank you very much for handing the key to my only believer in this plane when I was about to lose my patience."

"The more you try to avoid something, the more likely it is to happen. The great king carved the final eyes into a statue, only to discover that the statue, upon which he had poured his life's work, was no longer a statue but had become a living person. Could this still be considered a perfect work? The answer is no! Statues can be perfect, puppets can be perfect, but people will never be perfect, which means he will never be able to create a perfect statue. Would you enjoy this story?"

"You bastard..." The aura around the Seven Sins Agents condensed.

But then, the anger on his face vanished, replaced by a condescending smile. He shook his head at Alastor, "Did you think I would say that, and then, like last time, have a showdown with you where the outcome would be obvious at a glance, giving you an excuse to accidentally destroy the guy I chose?"

Alastor summoned his cane, tapped the shaft gently on the ground, and slowly stood up. "I wouldn't mind if you made a more dignified and graceful exit, if you had the choice."

Pygmalion dispersed the bright red light in the hall. In Rusalka's eyes, everything in the world seemed to be "skipped". He had just grasped the key in the previous second, and the key burst into a bright red. The next second, Pygmalion in front of him had become weak and dying, while his master was standing elegantly opposite him.

What's going on? I got the Crimson King!

He couldn't understand what was happening, but Sanita, who hadn't noticed anything, immediately came to his senses amidst Rusalka's confusion and opened the chat history section of the private chat channel.

Sure enough, even when time stopped and their actions and even thoughts were all frozen, this private chat channel was still running, faithfully recording the conversation between the End and the Seven Sins Agents. It is worthy of being a super plug-in that even gods cannot detect. It is so terrifying.

Sanita: (Hmm, this is beyond my imagination. Things have taken a sudden turn for the worse. I think I can understand why Theresa became the Messenger of the End.)

Rusalka: (Honestly, I want to destroy the world right now. One Riddler is disgusting enough, but two Riddlers interacting in front of me, what kind of torture is this in the new era?)

"Accepting failure is only an option. I will use all my remaining strength to maintain the seal. You know, the best sculptors always believe that their work is perfect. How can someone who is not confident in his own work be worthy of calling himself a 'God'?"

After saying this, the body of the Seven Sins Executioner and everything in the hall gradually turned into red mist, which flowed into the key in Rusalka's hand and tied the key, which was already beginning to disintegrate, tightly with a clear red silk thread.

"But the person you chose is my believer. Why do you think he will help you fight against me?"

After hearing Alastor's question, Pygmalion let out a final laugh before disappearing completely, which echoed in the hall for a long time: "When all my actions are doomed to fail, of course I choose to help you with all my strength, hahahaha!"

Alastor looked at Pygmalion, who had completely disappeared, put his cane away, and shrugged helplessly.

"Oh, I've been seen through. I've made some progress. As expected, my biggest enemies are still you twelve guys. Looks like this will be interesting. It's worth waiting for so long."

Then, he looked at Rusalka, who was holding the key, and held up two fingers. "Well, as my only, completely disloyal, Prime Plane believer from another world, now that you have obtained this key, you now have three choices before you, the outcomes of which I have foreseen. However, out of respect for Z... um, for this Seven Sins Agent you've only just met, and to satisfy my own desire for performance, I will finish the lines he wants me to recite."

He didn't say anything, but waved his hand. From Rusalka's perspective, the burning red blood words from the upgrade that day appeared in the air in front of him.

[Give you the following three choices. ]

[1. Obey me, give me the key, destroy it, and then destroy this world with me. After that, I will send you two back. You don't belong here.]

[2. Resist me, and I will destroy you and the world together.]

【Come on, make your choice.】

Rusalka put her hand on her chin, frowned, thought for a moment, and asked, "Aren't there three options? What about the third one?"

Alastor grinned and wiped the words from the air with his hand. He gave Rusalka a look of seeing through everything and said, "I only have two choices, but you've already chosen the third. Why don't you say it yourself?"

Rusalka frowned. "Honestly, I really hate you guys. Not only are you Riddler, but you also spoil the plot and steal the lines. The most disgusting thing is that you're even more pretentious than me!"

As the power of the Agent dissipated, the table and food in front of Rusalka slowly disappeared. He stood up with Phoenix, drew his own weapon, and pointed it at Alastor, the End, in front of him. "Heaven? They will all bow down before me! I will resist you, and then take whoever I want with me!"

Alastor showed a very satisfied expression, revealing his sharp teeth. "Excellent! I like your aura. You are worthy of being my follower! Resistance is necessary, so that my destruction will be more interesting. Don't worry, I won't do anything to you, nor will I take your things. Frankly speaking, like the Twelve Gods, I cannot directly interfere with you. Just use your upcoming victory to make me smile."

It seems that the opponent really can't attack him, but his camera behavior made Rusalka think of that emoticon: I will always watch you, I will always watch you, I will always watch you.jpg

The gate of hell behind Alastor slowly began to close, and his figure began to retreat little by little, approaching the gate of hell.

"Time is almost up. Is there anything else you want to say before I go back? After all, the next time we meet, oh, maybe we won't meet again. By then, we will be standing on opposite sides. I will do my best to destroy you with everything I can control."

This should be the final part of making harsh remarks, which Rusalka is best at, so Sanita let Rusalka play freely.

And Rusalka never lets Sanita down.

Who says you have to be cruel? Can you be crueler than the end?