The numerous faces kept uttering words of temptation. The black fog strangled Su Mingan, making him feel suffocated. His vision was shaking and blurry, and his fingers could not hold the pen, making it difficult for him to move.
A dizzy feeling came over him, and he could hardly control himself and was drowning in it.
Then, another female face appeared.
Black bangs, black pupils, upturned lips, sharp features, and a white Isha flower in her hairpin, she looked at him with a smile. Her face was free of the pain and numbness of others.
——Chiqin’s face.
The eighth seat also merged with the dead Chiqin.
In the black fog, her eyebrows curved and she opened her mouth to say: "...Brother, you haven't taken us to the wonton stall yet."
The light and smiling voice, like a refreshing white lily, woke Su Mingan up in an instant. He opened his eyes and saw a thick fog covering Qianqin's face in an instant. Then, her expression became hoarse, and the arc at the corner of her lips turned into a straight line. Like the rest of her face, she said numbly:
"Promise it...promise it...humanity has no other options...you will all die..."
Su Mingan's eyes flickered.
...Chiqin.
...After you were integrated, you have been trying hard to maintain your own identity and not be assimilated. Is it to wake me up at this critical moment?
Qian Qin was no longer able to answer him.
The black fog discovered her remaining consciousness and instantly engulfed her last bit of awareness. She had become like the other faces, without any independence.
"Qianqin" is completely dead.
Su Ming'an raised his eyelids and looked at Yamada Machiichi, Mo Yan, Aini and others in the distance with lingering eyes. Then he slowly raised the corners of his mouth, tightly gripped the feather pen, pointed it at his heart, and put it down without hesitation.
The tip of the pen outlined a line of golden words that appeared, shining brightly.
…
【——Now, let’s “share” him. 】
【Sharing this final "holy communion"——Su Mingan. 】
…
Crash——
Everyone heard the sound of pages turning.
The huge sky became a huge, open, beige book. Even the red sun was briefly covered. On the pages, densely packed drama memory lenses were neatly arranged, like transparent and bright dominoes. The last drama memory lens was summoned out, protruding high, and the golden words written by Su Mingan fell on this huge last page.
Boom, boom, boom.
The heartbeat of the world rang out all around them, and everyone felt the ground shaking. Golden rainbow light filled their vision, as if a torrent of fate was rushing towards them, passing over the mountains, the rivers, the grass and the wasteland, and converging on the writer, "Oliviers, the 76th Generation".
The young man's black hair was lifted up by the torrent, revealing his smooth and white forehead, and his eyes were radiant with golden light, like the melting gold of the setting sun. His clothes turned into a stream of crystal-colored words, and his body turned into a pure source of energy, like flowing alluring amber. Even the black fog around him was dispelled a little.
“Wow!”
It was as if a pair of crystal-colored wings grew out of his shoulder blades and rose high, like a sprout breaking through the soil, like his naturally grown flesh and blood.
One side of the wings was connected to his body, and the other side was connected to the sky which was transformed from the book.
And he is the core connecting heaven and earth, a slightly beating bright crystal.
His white eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he waved the feather pen and continued to write:
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[——Give his heart to Ijulaiel, so that the seed of the World Tree can be restored to its original state, and the World Tree can continue to resist the Lord of the End of All Things.]
…
Inside the World Tree.
Ijulaire was covered in blood and finally defeated the demonized gods. She was about to stop the world master from snatching the books when she felt something.
She closed her eyes, sensed the outside of the World Tree, suddenly smiled bitterly, and murmured:
"Really? You two are exactly the same, exactly the same... idiots..."
Her expression was no longer as cold as ice. Perhaps it was the behavior of two similar people that finally made her understand why humans cry while laughing, and why they laugh while crying.
This is a really, really complicated answer.
…
[——Concentrate his faith and authority in his eyes, and everything will come true with a thought. This power will be given...]
Su Mingan paused for a moment, then resolutely wrote:
[…will be given to Lu Shu. He will be invincible, indestructible, and victorious in every battle.]
…
Outside the Lamb barrier.
A white-haired young man with a pair of scarlet bat wings, a vampire crown on his head, and a blood-red blade in his hand, stood quietly.
The slightly long white bangs blocked his eyes, so his expression could not be seen. One could only see the light of water flashing across the side of his face.
He said nothing, nor did he beat the Lamb barrier like others. He would not stop Su Mingan, nor would he make decisions for Su Mingan, and would always support Su Mingan's ideas.
But at this moment, Lu Shu felt a strong sense of rebellion and pain.
He doesn't want this.
He doesn't want this.
…
[——Condensing his devouring power in his palm, he devours everything and digests everything. This power will grant...]
Before Su Mingan finished writing this sentence, he suddenly felt his wrist being grabbed.
"Have you really thought it through?"
The tip of the pen trembled, and a pair of golden eyes broke through the black mist.
Then, a head full of purple hair fluttered, and a beautiful face came into view. The shadow of Si Que Olivers, the "76th Generation Olivers", wearing a bright red robe, emerged from the tip of the feather pen and looked at him.
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