"In that case," Gwen said courageously, "why don't you just do it now—"

"This disaster is definitely related to the Silver Lantern. Ash is down there, and he must be trying to find a solution. Black Crow, Harvey and the others must be coming here too, and maybe they have a solution as well." Igula said, "I told you, I know what you're thinking. Don't think that just because you can be my assistant, you can make decisions for me."

"But I am only your prisoner," Gwen said. "You don't have to—"

"Because you are still valuable to me, just like Black Crow and Chikara." Igula said coldly: "Didn't you realize? The three of you are trapped by heavy shackles. Chikara is the contract, Black Crow is the friendship given by Ash, and you... do you think I don't know that you like me?"

"You also heard Ash say during our casual chat that we were both inmates in the same prison. The interesting thing is that we were both imprisoned for manipulating others. Harvey manipulated the dead, Ash manipulated believers through religion, and I am a fraud who plays with people's emotions."

"People like you used to be ranked behind 30 in my address book. It's just that I'm unfamiliar with Senluo and you're somewhat useful, so I put some thought into you." The fraudster said, "The casual concern, the sudden indifference, the praise, the impatience, are all just means to make you fall in love with me."

"But I didn't expect it to be so easy. When it comes to emotional relationships, you Senluo people are as innocent as your fantasy about the starry sky. There is no better shackle than emotion. I only need to touch the softest part of your heart, and you will be loyal to me wholeheartedly."

"So I will save you." Igula coughed and laughed coldly, "Because even after hearing this, you still don't want to leave me. How can I let go of such a useful slave? Serve me for at least ten years."

There were waves of severe pain in his head. Igula had just quietly used several psychic spells to make his words more deeply rooted in people's hearts. However, the serious injuries to his body seemed to be affecting his soul. His magic power recovered very slowly. Just this ordinary psychic charm made his magic power approach the coma warning line again.

However, Gwen was not angry, nor did she cry. She just had red eyes and pursed her lips as she looked at the bleeding trickster.

"You don't have to say such hurtful words." She said softly, "I never wanted love from you."

Igula was slightly startled.

"Besides, you said that after a month and a half of getting along, I have no secrets in your eyes. But Mr. Igula, you are actually very easy to understand." She sniffed and smiled, "Although I am a little sad, I can also hear your good intentions. Compared to the anger and hatred you hope to make me burn, this kindness has definitely given me much more courage."

"But, not everything can be helped by trying your best." Gwen turned around and looked at the rain of people falling from the cracks. "This should be the real doomsday... I just saw the figures of the Holy Land Magician and the Legendary Magician. They must have tried harder than me, but they just can't do it."

"I've always been like this. Even if I want to do something, I can never do it." She looked at the wounded Igula and said, "If you had known this would happen, you should have let me be the bait. That was my only chance to risk my life, but you protected me."

"Next time, and the next time, and the next time, there will be opportunities for you to pay it back." Igula said: "No one can owe a fraudster."

Gwen suddenly gasped for air and began to tremble, but she still managed a smile: "I'm honored."

"Don't be stupid!" Igula shouted, "Maybe in the next second Ash will--"

"But before that, you will bleed to death." She raised the dagger and scraped it along her arm. Igula's blood flowed onto the blade, filling the gap in Gwen's name.

"I don't know why, but it seems like you, Mr. Igula, are not affected by the apocalypse. That's great."

Gwen pointed the dagger at her wrist.

"I actually," she said with tears in her eyes, her lips pursed, her face full of fear and uneasiness, "I really want to go to other countries and see the real starry sky. Isn't it beautiful..."

She sniffed and looked at Igula with tearful eyes, crying and laughing: "Next time you see the stars, remember that someone owes you a debt that can never be repaid."

At the moment when Gwen pressed the dagger, Igula coughed up blood and even coughed out fragments of his internal organs. He could no longer hold on and let go of his hand. Gwen seemed to be relieved and fell into the abyss of the crack.

"Little trumpet!" Igula subconsciously cursed out Ash's catchphrase, and jumped down with his injured body!

He was not just jumping around, he could also spread his virtual wings to speed up, and within three seconds he caught up with Gwen and hugged her, flapping his virtual wings desperately to pull her up! But the momentum of falling was unstoppable, not to mention that Igula was still in a state of fatigue and injury, and his desperate gamble could only barely slow down Gwen's fall.

The two of them were like fallen angels, hugging each other and falling into hell together.

However, Gwen looked at him in panic and said incoherently: "This is too dangerous, hurry up - why did you do this?"

Yes, Igula was also asking himself why he had to do this. What he said just now was not false. He had discovered Gwen's affection for him in the Dead City, so he took advantage of the situation and deliberately induced her to show the true skills of a fraudster and successfully harvested a high-quality tool.

This was his daily work in Blood Moon. Igula just said that it was too little. He had at least a hundred regular contacts in his address book, 90% of whom were women. He was not just doing it for money, but also for intelligence and information. For example, Aimi was the needle he wanted to stick in the Crime Hunting Hall.

His main purpose in capturing Gwen was to take advantage of her intelligence network in the Four Pillars Cult. However, Gwen was very considerate later, so Igula reluctantly let her be his assistant. Otherwise, he would have driven Gwen away long ago.

Just like picking up a flyer with a boring colored pen saying "I love you" with a picture on the front, so the fraudster uses the blank page at the back to write and draw on it. Since the flyer is now wrinkled and useless, why not just throw it away? Why do you have to pick it up from the trash can?

Like? Absolutely impossible. With Gwen's personality, Igula used to be able to bring home a dozen after walking around the commercial street. How could he possibly like Gwen?

Can't bear to part with him? He changes sixty of his one hundred contacts every month, and the speed at which other people meet beauties cannot keep up with his speed of changing contacts.

Igula didn't know why he rushed forward, but before he thought about it, his body had understood. He was sure that he would never do this in the past. Maybe he had given up when he saw Gwen fall.

In the past, I didn’t care about a woman’s life or death.

In the past, my body would not act before my brain.

I don’t feel sad about my past self.

He even had the nerve to complain about the Senluo people’s messy love and hate, but it turns out that he is also a messy person... When did he become like this?

“Maybe it’s because,” Igula said softly, “I often looked up at the stars when I was a child.”

Gwen stared at him blankly, pursing her lips and tears welling up in her eyes. After a hiccup, she smiled brightly and asked, "I heard that the most beautiful picture is the reflection of the stars in the sea, where the two things that separate the sky and the earth meet together?"

"Yes." Igula nodded: "Starlight is the dream of the sea."

"Starlight is the dream of the sea..." Gwen murmured, and she suddenly opened her eyes wide and looked at Igula nervously, and took the initiative to move closer. Igula did not hide, but Gwen kissed the corner of his mouth lightly and then retreated.

"The stars are the dreams of the sea," she said with a smile, "and you are my journey."

Igula suddenly felt the weight in his arms drop instantly. He tried hard to pick up something, but could only feel water slipping through his fingers.

He stared blankly at the seemingly bottomless abyss of the crack, standing there like an idiot, not knowing what he was waiting for.

However, soon, various sequelae of serious injuries such as severe pain, dizziness, tinnitus, and weakness in the limbs broke out in Igula's body, making him unable to distinguish up from down, left from right. It seemed as if there were hundreds of excavators working in his mind. His body felt heavy as if it was filled with lead, and his eyelids had to close as if they were fighting.

Relying on his last bit of willpower, he knew he couldn't fall, so he flew around like a blind fly.

After banging his head against the wall several times, he was suddenly lifted up by the scruff of the neck and carried on someone's shoulders.

He used up his last bit of strength to open his eyes, a hint of confusion and surprise flashed across his eyes, but in the end he closed his eyes with peace of mind.

…

…

The eighteenth level of the spiral of silence.

“Did too many people die?”

The voice of the white dove was like a thunder, awakening Ash and Weisser who were recovering from their injuries.

Ever since the Doomsday Rift opened, the three gods no longer paid attention to other things and stared quietly at the rain of people falling from the crack, but they did nothing.

"Yes." Fire Cat replied, "Too many people died."

"If this continues, everyone will die, right?"

"I think so."

"If everyone dies, then Master Zhan will not die." Bai Ge said, "This is not good."

Fire Cat and Blue Bird nodded: "Not good."

“So no more people can die.”

"Yes, no one can die."

The three gods looked at the crack in the ground, and the white dove asked, "Can we do this?"

"Can we do this?" Fire Cat asked.

The bluebird replied: "We can do it."

The discussion ended here, and the three gods stood together, each showing a special posture: the white dove was squatting on the ground, with its feathers spread out like wings; the fire cat was lying on all fours, with an expression very much like a cat; and the blue bird was standing with its hands raised like wings.

In an instant, the aura of the gods exploded completely. Not to mention the magic spirit, even the two legendary magicians Ash and Weiser had to bow their heads, not daring to look directly at the power of the gods!

Boom boom

As the three gods exerted their full strength, the entire jungle suddenly turned into a sea of ​​fire, and the sea in the distance set off waves of tsunamis! But the most surprising thing was that the narrow crack on the ground leading to the virtual world seemed to be squeezed by great power and was slowly closing! Although the speed was very slow, it was indeed closing!

Three gods can actually block the cracks and prevent the end of the world! ?

Ash and Visser were filled with mixed emotions, but before they could show any joy, they saw a black shadow attacking the three gods!

"Ghost Prophet!"

Ash instantly shot out his heart sword to threaten Vichy, and shouted angrily: "What do you want to do!?"

"No way, is this so hard to understand? Do you have to ask this?"

The ghost prophet Vichy retreated into the burning jungle and shrugged: "But considering your contribution, I will explain. Now, you have caused the end of the world-"

"It's you!" Weisser almost gritted her teeth: "It's you who controls us!"

"Okay, it's me. In short, after the apocalypse comes, the Three Gods will take the initiative to block the apocalypse in order to kill Lord Zhan. At this time, they will not be able to pay attention to the outside world. And this is the opportunity I have been waiting for for a long time, a once-in-a-millennium opportunity."

Vichy's face was filled with joy. He spread his hands like a conductor at a concert, "An opportunity to hunt gods."