"Jialan is not the first victim in this game, Michael, Zuo Qing, they are all!

Although Michael's fighting power can bring great benefits to the current chess game, after you become a Seraph, the role you can play in the future will be far greater than his... So Michael must die, and the complete Seraph Law must fall into your hands.

Zuo Qing's role in this chess game is minimal. As a gardener, his mission has been completed. Abandoning this chess piece can bring us more resources and also put the most perfect end to his life!

It is precisely because of their sacrifice that we have been able to advance this game to this point, isn't it? "

As the Fateful Monk finished speaking, Lin Qiye’s mind suddenly emerged with the back of the six-winged angel who had been watching over the Earth for hundreds of years on the moon, and the man who had set the moon on fire… Were their deaths also part of the Fateful Monk’s plan?

Lin Qiye's chest rose and fell violently, and a nameless anger burned fiercely.

He looked at the face that looked exactly like his own but without any emotion, and an unprecedented disgust rose in his heart. He clenched his right fist and smashed it on the face of the fateful monk!

The Fateful Monk did not dodge. Even though the punch left his cheek bloody, his eyes remained as calm as dead water.

He looked at the furious Lin Qiye in front of him and spoke lightly,

"Do you know? You separated [the established fruit] and created my existence. This was the most correct decision you made in the past two thousand years... You were dragged down by emotions and couldn't bear to give up any chess piece. It was impossible for you to win against the Three Pillars of God.

Without me, humanity will perish right now... Do you believe it or not?"

"So, you've already made all the plans, but you just don't tell me?"

"Our division of labor was determined two thousand years ago. You were responsible for making chess pieces, and I was responsible for playing chess... You only asked me to win this game, but you never asked what the price would be."

The Fateful Monk looked into Lin Qiye's eyes and spoke slowly, "If even humans no longer exist, what's the point of continuing this game of chess... You said this to me."

Lin Qiye looked at the fateful monk and opened his mouth to argue, but he couldn't say anything...

"Qiye, he is right." Jia Lan's voice came from the side.

Lin Qiye's body trembled, and he turned to look at her. The latter's eyes were full of seriousness, "Winning this game of chess is the long-cherished wish of all of us... Michael, Commander Zuo, even the Marquis, Gong Yangwan, they all sacrificed their lives for this.

You can’t let this chess game that you worked so hard to play out be ruined here because of me.”

"No, no...Jialan, you..."

Lin Qiye felt his brain was in a mess. He was trying hard to persuade someone when a pair of warm lips touched his mouth again.

Looking at Galan who threw himself into his arms, Lin Qiye's body froze in place as if he had been electrocuted. A thought frantically rushed into his mind. He stretched out his hands to hug Galan, but the latter lightly took a few steps back.

"Jialan! Don't do anything stupid. What if there is another way..."

Seeing Jialan's resolute eyes, a piercing pain appeared in Lin Qiye's heart. He knew what Jialan wanted to do and immediately wanted to keep her.

After two thousand years of waiting... he had finally waited for the day when he and Galan would achieve spiritual enlightenment, but he had to watch with his own eyes his beloved being refined into an elixir. Even though he was wearing the hardest and most eternal body in the world, his heart was broken.

But before he could make any move, a black light flew out from the sleeve of Monk Fate and turned into a cage, trapping Lin Qiye's body inside.

At the same time, threads of cause and effect extended from nothingness, entwined around the surface of the cage, and completely severed his connection with the Seraph clone.

Lin Qiye's pupils trembled slightly, and he turned his head abruptly to look at the monk of fate:

"Fate! What do you want to do?!"

"I should be the one asking you this question." Monk Fate put his hands together, "I can't let your impulsiveness ruin the future of this game..."

Since the Fateful Monk had prepared Galan as a backup, he would naturally take Lin Qiye's reaction into account. He was separated from Lin Qiye's body and possessed all of Lin Qiye's memories. Even without any calculations, he was certain that Lin Qiye would not let Galan go to his death.

This cage was what he prepared for Lin Qiye.

“Do you think you can stop me with just this cage?!” Lin Qiye pressed his hands on the surface of the black cage, and surging power rolled out from his body!

"This cage can't stop you...but what about her?"

Before the monk of fate finished his words, a jade hand gently pressed against the outside of the cage. A ray of light attached to the cage. No matter how hard Lin Qiye tried, he could not shake it at all!

【immortal】.

Looking at Galan who was just outside the cage, Lin Qiye stood there in a daze.

Of course, the iron cage could not stop Lin Qiye from saving his beloved, but his beloved... could.

Two lines of tears slid down the corners of Jia Lan's eyes. She looked at Lin Qiye, who was stunned, and said softly: "Qiye, do you know? The past few minutes have satisfied all my expectations and wishes for the past two thousand years.

Meeting, hugging, kissing, proposal, and this ring... I'm really happy. Although we didn't have a wedding, I should be considered your bride, right?

Pang Pang once told me that after marriage, the groom must listen to the bride. If I tell you to go east, you can’t go west. If I don’t agree with you going out to fool around, you can’t go.

I won't stop you from going out to fool around anymore.

But this time, just this once...can you just stay here?"

Hearing Galan's almost pleading tone, tears flowed uncontrollably from Lin Qiye's eyes. He stretched his hand through the gap in the cage, trying to grab Galan's hand, but missed.

Galan wiped away his tears with his sleeve, forced a smile on his face, and said as he stepped back:

"My life should have ended more than 2,000 years ago. It was you who fed me the [Immortality Pill] and made me experience this happiness and love that should not have belonged to me.

Now, it's time to get everything back on track..."

As a streak of light turned and streaked across the sky, Lin Qiye's eyes suddenly widened. He roared and hammered the cage frantically. The horrible recoil force made his fists bleed quickly, but he couldn't shake the [Immortality] power on it at all!

At the same time, Si Xiaonan's figure appeared above Lin Qiye and others.

She exchanged glances with the fateful monk, then stared blankly at the painful and crazy Lin Qiye in the cage, her lips slightly pursed, her expression extremely complicated...

"Is this the move that belongs to me..."

Si Xiaonan glanced at the white chess piece in his palm, took a deep breath, and turned into a stream of light, following Galan and rushing towards the heaven.

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