Elland is right.

For him, this was the best option, even more reliable than the one proposed by Si Que.

But Su Mingan quickly thought of an ending -

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[TE19·"The Last Holy Communion" (You used the power of "devouring" to devour angels, demons, gods, higher dimensions... You gradually evolved into the overlord of the universe, devouring everything that threatened your hometown. But when you look back, where has your hometown gone? Why do you have the breath of your hometown in your body?)]

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After completing the "fusion" with the Eighth Seat, can he and Alande really still maintain their original intentions?

The essence of the Eighth Seat is the aggregation of trillions of consciousnesses. The voice it makes is extremely hoarse, and it is indistinguishable between male and female, and sounds like it is both old and young.

Would He be so kind, just to help Alande and Su Mingan realize their dreams? He merged Alande and Su Mingan, and was afraid that He would gradually "assimilate" the two of them and turn them into part of the collective consciousness. By then, even if the two of them wanted to save the world, they might be covered by other consciousnesses.

"I think your proposal is good, but it lacks a little bit of security." Su Mingan curved his eyes: "I have a better proposal."

Alande was slightly pleased, but soon asked in confusion: "What's the proposal?"

Su Mingan clenched the tip of the pen and pointed it at his heart.

The black fog had covered his chest, and he began to lose feeling in his abdomen and legs.

A gust of wind blew, and the millions of crystal branches and leaves of the World Tree fluttered. Several figures approached rapidly. They were the players who discovered that Su Mingan was in danger.

“——Brother!”

A familiar name sounded, and a young man flew over. His expression was full of worry, and he was holding a sword engraved with his signature:

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Brother, why are you so dark? I'm here to save you, brother!"

The young man's arms were covered with brown and black feathers. He was a sharp-tailed swift that was good at flying fast. He looked like a black line when he flew over. His white hair was blown by the wind, revealing his smooth and full forehead and a pair of bright eyes. His lips were tightly pursed, his face was long and thin, and beads of sweat were sliding down his forehead.

——Mo Yan.

After Baisha Paradise, Mo Yan took the initiative to retire. He knew that his strength could not keep up with his elder brother, so he did not need to drag his elder brother down. Voluntarily retiring and not adding burden was the best way for him to repay his elder brother.

He had been working hard to level up in Luowasha, but his ability was limited, and he was at most a second-tier player. But even so, he did not want to ask for help from his eldest brother. It was obvious that if his eldest brother gave him a little bit of benefit, he would soar to the sky.

He does not envy others in times of glory, but decisively helps others in times of trouble.

"Stand back!" When Su Mingan saw him, he raised the Lamb Barrier without hesitation and blocked Mo Yan and others at a distance.

There were many other players following behind Mo Yan. Familiar faces, unfamiliar faces, all like ears of wheat swaying in the wind, in the distance.

They knocked on the barrier, like people waiting outside the glass of an aquarium, looking at the giant shark swimming inside the glass, anxious but helpless.

"Su Ming'an...Su Ming'an!" Yamada Machiichi finally got rid of his Rin clan brother and the sickly Zhi Fei'er, and rushed to the World Tree, but saw this scene.

——Such a vast and numerous group of people.

The red sun hangs high in the sky, emitting a fiery light, illuminating the earth like an orange-red ocean. In this surging "ocean", dense crowds of people surge like a tide, and their colorful clothes sway in the sun like a rainbow.

Everyone's shadow overlapped on the ground, forming shadows of varying depths. Some were standing, some were sitting, some were walking, and some were still. The sounds merged into one, like waves hitting the shore, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low.

In the distance, the red sun gradually rose higher, and the sky became blood-red glass, like a magnificent oil painting. People's figures were like small black dots, becoming blurred in the afterglow of the sunset.

Ian, Xige, Pero, Moklo, Shuishuang, Huanjiala, Hanami Mirai...

Aini, Zhao Yuan, Mizushima Kawano, Su Shi, Xiao Xiao, Ryan, Lin Jiang, Anthony...

The shadows of people in the sun look like snow sprinkled with salt.

A rough estimate is that there are millions of people.

It's dizzying at first glance.

This was the most lively and grand scene that Yamada Machi had ever seen. He couldn't help but hold his breath, his heart pounding.

Almost all the qualified people from Luowasha and Zhai Xing gathered under the World Tree. They all knew that this was the final battlefield.

The focus of their sight was not the vast and boundless giant crystal tree, but a dark figure floating in the air.

The figure was wrapped in black mist from the belly down, and the whole body was shrouded in ink-like black. Countless faces of men and women appeared and disappeared in the mist, and they made old voices, childish voices, male voices, female voices...

The figure above the belly was the person that Yamada Machi was most familiar with.

"——Su Ming'an!!!" Yamada Machi shouted out unconsciously, his voice almost screaming. There were many people shouting out like him. It was as if this word was not someone's name, but a spell to calm everything. These calls overwhelmed the heat all over their bodies, overwhelmed the beads of sweat that kept sliding down their foreheads, and overwhelmed their skin that was almost red with heat.

Under the red sun, who will live forever and who will perish?

The figure turned his head and his gaze seemed to brush past Yamada Machiichi, like a feather gently sweeping past.

"Lin Yin told people the characteristics of the twelve organizers through the world chat before... This black fog should be the eighth seat. It seems that Su Mingan has merged with the eighth seat... No, no, what else can stop it? What else can stop it?" Yamada Machi's heart was pounding.

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