The legendary city in the clouds collapsed.
The moment Su Lin became a player, he lost control of Yunshang City.
When the gods left, the city that had become one with the gods also lost its value of existence.
At that moment, countless soldiers disappeared, the armored men turned into golden fragments and shattered. The magnificent and sacred church was suddenly shattered by the long river of time, revealing its rotten bricks and tiles.
Everything is disappearing.
On Su Lin's chest, the red rose was dancing like a flame. He had been forced to leave this world.
His gaze was still fixed on the land below.
His eyes were a little dazed.
Scenes from the past: the princess’s crying, his colleagues’ parting, the girl seeing him off by the stream…those scenes flashed before his eyes like old photos.
The snow climbed up to his eyebrows, and the irresistible white light outlined a slender shadow on his face.
He suddenly closed his eyes.
"I love you guys," he whispered.
The white snow blew across his young face, and the cold wind blew, making his long gown flutter up and down.
"More than anyone else..."
He said.
The teleporting white light surrounded him, like a dreamy smoke, and this place was like amber wrapped in the world.
He was once very painful and desperate.
The people who came into the city with him, including his deputy, the always laughing bald Gerry, were poisoned to death in front of his eyes.
He still remembers their painful eyes, their groans, and their cries before death.
But he had to step on their corpses and carry their malice before death to become the immortal god of Praya.
——He used lies to exchange for people’s sincere faith in order to continue the survival of this scarred ethnic group.
In fact, he also hoped that Praya should not be like this.
Soul hunters should not die meaninglessly in wars, and soul people should not have to survive in the cracks all their lives. Innocent residents should not live in fear in the dark, or suddenly freeze to death on a cold night.
He really hopes that there is more than just pain on this land.
He really hoped that he would bear more than just the scars from the deaths of his compatriots.
He really hopes that here, love and emotions will not be distorted, and romance and warmth will be accepted.
But as a person who loves this land the most, he is destroying this land with his own hands.
He could no longer escape from this position and could only endure having his hands stained with sin and blood, and hating himself as much as he hated rot.
He could not forget everything on this land, even the rotten roots hidden deep in the soil, the ugly branches and leaves that stretched out their claws...
He hoped that one day, even if watered by blood and fire, they would be able to bloom into beautiful flowers.
However, he is not the Van Dielen singing in front of the church. He is just the burning white dove. Even though he is surrounded by flames, he still struggles hard, revealing the ugly weakness of a human being.
Van Dillon's body was imprisoned on the ground, while his soul ascended to heaven, and he died of depression.
But Su Lin felt that Fan Dilun was very lucky.
Because for him,
The real heaven is not this deserted city in the mist, nor is it the brilliant and lonely church of God.
And it was clearly the ground that Van Dillon hated.
...is the warm land he loves,
——Where there are people and love, that is the real "heaven".
However, he himself was imprisoned in the hell in the sky and became a demon who pushed others to death.
Even those who fight for the majority do not deserve the approval of everyone.
He knew this.
This is a sin he cannot escape from as he watched so many people die.
so,
If the final outcome is still leaving, failure, and the barrier breaking...
He believed that this was the fate he deserved as a mere human being who tried to fight against natural disasters and fate.
"Su Lin——"
Su Lin closed his eyes, but suddenly heard the voice of a traveler from another world.
He opened his eyes and saw Su Mingan, who was falling at the same time, shouting at him.
In the freezing cold snow, the young man who looked exactly like him had an almost bright color in his eyes.
Even when falling at high speed, the sound was still extremely penetrating, as if it was rushing towards him through the dense cold snow and piercing his earlobes in an instant.
"Su Lin, I promise you——" the young man named Su Mingan shouted:
"The barrier here will not collapse. I will not let this place be destroyed!"
"Human wisdom is endless, and I never dare to underestimate it. We will eventually find a way to build a barrier that can protect this place without malice and hatred!"
Su Mingan's voice was very loud.
He knew that before the natural disaster, the brave man had completed his mission and the knight had led away the covetous sirens.
From then on, there was no more Yunshang City and the so-called gods.
People can decide their own destiny. They can use swords and shields, knives and guns to fight and seize to welcome the peace and victory they deserve and to protect the land and people they love.
Deep-rooted hatred, ideals passed down through generations, and historical origins need not be reasons to shackle them.
They don't have to live in the lies of those in power, nor do they have to live in brainwashing stories. They don't have to become standardized "NPC" characters, have monuments and names erected for them, become heroes who sacrificed bravely, and become a microcosm of this land.
They have the right to control their own destiny and decide their own emotions through self-reflection - to achieve independent and free souls.
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