He straightened Su Mingan's messy collar, buttoned up the buttons that had broken due to the pain in his soul, smoothed out the wrinkles on his arms, and tucked his torn trouser legs into his boots...
Finally, he reached out his hand and, as if unintentionally, smoothed the young man's black hair.
Strand by strand... his messy hair stained with fire dust was straightened out, making him look brand new... as if he had just entered the dungeon.
At the very beginning, in the sunshine, the young man who was taking notes under the paulownia tree, looked like this when he first stepped into the city of Doa.
At that time, he was wearing the school uniform of the First High School in Inaya City, but now he was wearing a god robe embroidered with golden and white divine patterns.
Li Mingyue's hand was steady, and he did not withdraw his hand until he had tidied up the last strand of hair by Su Ming'an's ear. His eyes reflected Su Ming'an completely. The god was so clean and beautiful at this moment... like a student.
He was so calm... He didn't look like a god who was about to lose himself. It was as if he didn't know what he would face.
The distance between them seemed to suddenly disappear at this moment.
Su Ming'an always felt that there was always Su Wensheng between him and Li Mingyue, so he always felt uncomfortable.
But for Li Mingyue, maybe no matter whether it is Su Shaoqing, Su Wensheng, Su Mingan... maybe they are all the same.
It's all his...
child.
A cold wind blew from outside the church door. It was blowing from the starry sky, causing Li Mingyue's long white hair to fly up in the wind and brush across Su Mingan's shoulders, like flowing silver moonlight.
The blue full moon on the dome shines into the church with its compassionate and desolate moonlight. It gazes quietly and sighingly at all the things that have remained unchanged for thousands of years.
Over the past thousand years, the world has changed, the world has undergone tremendous changes, and it is just a long dream.
Millions of people have passed away, millions of people are no longer the same as they were originally, millions of people will be forgotten for thousands of years, but there is one person who remains unchanged for a thousand years, like the eternal and compassionate moonlight.
He took off the cross necklace from his neck, shortened the chain to about a quarter of its length, and held it open with both hands.
Su Ming paused for a second and looked back at the pair of unchanging white eyes, as if he was looking at the frost and snow on the top of Tianshan Mountain that never melted all year round.
He slowly lowered his head, and the wooden sign on his waist jingled.
A cool touch came from his forehead. This ideal necklace that had been guarded for a thousand years by the frost and snow of "Li Mingyue"... turned into a forehead chain and was personally worn by Li Mingyue on the head of the new god. It was as if the messenger of God who had been waiting for a thousand years had finally waited for the new god under the moonlight.
Jingle bells, jingle bells.
The silver cross swayed on Su Mingan's forehead. He slowly stood up. The cross on his forehead, illuminated by the blue moonlight, flashed a sharp and cold light.
Under the broken moonlight, he clearly sensed the critical point - the critical point between humans and gods.
"Go ahead."
The godfather looked out of the church—the sky was dark, thousands of stars were falling, leaving thousands of star marks, tentacles were sinking, blue fish were swimming, strange birds were crying. Humans clasped their hands and fell to the ground. They were waiting for—a god to shine the sunlight.
God said, “Let there be light.”
That is, in the darkness of the night - a ray of new light rises from one end of the skyline, instantly spreading out thousands of rays of morning light.
Its name is,
…
--【dawn】.
…
"To be..." The Godfather bid him farewell:
"Dawn itself."
Su Mingan stared outside the church.
From a bird's-eye view, he saw many figures.
Mizushima Kawaseong stopped the task at hand and sensed the rising atmosphere of the church. Jealousy rolled between her pupils, but soon it turned into a sigh that she herself could not understand.
Boris clasped his hands together, his expression serene, and silently recited a prayer for the god he loved.
Ichiwaji in Yamada-cho, who was enjoying good food and drink in the gods' hometown, raised his head and looked towards the deep sky in the distance.
Su Mingan took a step forward.
As he took steps, the golden-blue light surging around him penetrated into his body bit by bit, strand by strand, and the energy penetrated into his veins. Faith rose from all directions of the Holy City, turning into flowing bands of light and flowing into his heart.
He closed his eyes and felt the changes in every part of his body. The bloody wound on his cheek gradually turned golden.
The momentum gradually increased, the energy controlled gradually increased, the five senses became clearer and clearer, and everything in the field of vision gradually became visible. The values on the panel soared like a rocket...
[Combat Strength (temporary): 4400]
[Combat Strength (temporary): 5400]
[Combat Power (temporary): 6200]
[Combat Power (temporary): 7000]
[Combat Power (temporary): 7700]
【……】
Golden and blue light danced around him and the sound of dripping water lingered in his ears. He seemed to be able to see the illusory river of time, and every drop of water was flowing in his palms.
Hula, hula——
The next moment.
He heard the sound of something changing, as if an eggshell had broken and a new life had blossomed, cleansing his heart.
That is... a completely new essence of life.
The raging light and shadow swayed on his eyebrows, kissing the cross chain on his forehead, and the rose-blue mark of time flickered violently.
He took a step forward, and heard the sound of a mighty river crashing against the shore - the sound of the flow of time. Extremely powerful energy collided with each part of his body, as if he could stir up huge waves with just a wave of his hand.
He also felt that something was peeling away from his brain. His consciousness became blurred, his eyes became indifferent, and the memories of laughing and playing with his friends in the past, and the touching moments in the hot spring on his nineteenth birthday... gradually made his heart feel calm. Looking at the blazing fire in the direction of the old shrine, he actually felt that those corpses were not that important.
He woke up in a moment and realized that this was the effect of the stripping of his "self". His personality could not protect his self, and his emotions and consciousness were being washed away by the huge flow of time.
However, he could not stop the flow.
Without becoming a god, I cannot save them.
Becoming a god, I cannot remember them.
The boy holding a hat and releasing a white bird, the young man in Hanfu holding a teapot, the girl bowing her head to play the video game... Beiwang who is always lazily, Lu who smiles with squinting eyes, the straightforward Luna, the fox-like Lin Yin, Aini who shouts the secret of fire, Yamada Machiichi in a lolita skirt... Even the cursed sparks, bamboo flute, tomato, spring cake, knight sword, rose, golden rose, piano...
These people, these things…all passed away in his mind.
The bright and vivid colors...under the surge of energy around the body...gradually settled into dull black and white.
I can feel nothing, I can't be sad, and I can't feel joy.
He almost forgot about the dream.
He buried them...with his own hands.
Now,
The dream came true.
At the same time, with a "click" sound, the rising momentum of the holy city stopped.
The Holy City reached the required lift-off distance.
From then on, the Holy City became a floating city above the ground, forever overlooking civilization.
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