The Lord of the End of All Things laughed. He had no emotions, and this was just Him simulating laughter:
"He works hard, just as hard as you do."
"The most interesting thing is that one of you is looking up to the sky, and the other is looking up to the earth, with your heads facing completely opposite directions, yet you are doing exactly the same thing right now."
Su Mingan's pupils shrank for a moment: "You mean, Noel is also...killing the gods?"
Yeah, he should have thought of that.
The strength after the upgrade depends on the strength before the upgrade and the three elements of becoming a god. Therefore, Noel will definitely work hard to improve his strength like Su Mingan.
In Rovasha, the fastest way to improve your strength is to eat nutritious foods such as Turritopsis dohrnii, dragon blood, and queen eggs, or to kill gods.
"...Ha." When the laughter came out, even Su Mingan himself was stunned for a moment. He didn't know why he was laughing.
Mockery? Disdain? Joy? It seemed like none of them. He just laughed when he thought about what Noel was doing.
It turned out that they had finally become people who were completely at odds with each other, and they had such a tacit understanding even in such matters. He started by turning to the gods who were the Lord of the End of All Things, but Nor had never turned to the gods who were the Lord of the End of All Things.
What's even more terrifying is that this is logical and completely reasonable, and things have just fallen to this point. No matter who tries to stop it, no one can stop it.
Noel tried seven times, but failed to realize his ideal. He died at the hands of the Sea Angel, the Demon Mother Goddess, the Red Sun, and the Inorganic God...Finally, Noel decided to turn around.
Su Mingan slowly raised his hands, covered his face, pulled his fingers inward, and breathed with his nose against his palms.
One exhale, one inhale.
One exhale, one inhale.
The breath that bounced back was a little moist, it was liquefied water vapor.
He killed the gods, and the Book of the World would record his every move. When everyone collectively stepped into the small world, these dead people could be resurrected. After all, they had been included in the eyes of the [protagonist] and became an indispensable [supporting role].
However, when Nor kills a god, no trace will be left. Although Nor undoubtedly possesses the qualifications of a "protagonist" in terms of intelligence, emotional intelligence, and strength, unfortunately... in Rovatha, Nor is indeed not a "protagonist". The narrative anchor never stays on him for a long time.
As if it were some kind of destiny.
If you are born without it, you don't have it. No matter how hard you try, it will be useless.
The world is so unreasonable. You can’t ask for what you want, and you can’t push away what you don’t want. Those who value promises will lose their credibility, and those who value affection will lose their friends. It has always been like this.
As the Plague Demon's flesh and blood was completely digested, in addition to feeling more abundant [energy] in his body, Su Mingan also heard a sound -
…
“Ding Dong!”
[You have learned Leaf Flute level 9! ]
…
By "devouring" authority, in addition to learning equipment, props and skills, one can also learn some life skills possessed by the original owner, such as making tea, flower arrangement and driving.
...Ye Di?
Could such an evil demon actually play the leaf flute?
Su Ming'an looked at the hell with corpses everywhere, picked a leaf that looked like a flame, and placed it to his mouth.
He has committed the sin of murder. Even though they can be resurrected, let's still sing a funeral song for them.
He really didn't like the feeling of killing. The blood was hot and every second was tormenting his heart. But this was a game that required killing.
This is such a sad ending.
What he likes is just lighting a fire in the horror game and burning the ghost grandma to make her scream, rather than a real ghost grandma being killed in front of him.
If it weren't for this game.
If it weren't for this game...
"...Yueyue."
For some reason, these two words came out of his mouth, seemingly without reason. The words were repeated and very light.
Where is she?
He had asked the emperors to help look for her, but the villa where she died was empty.
Is this really goodbye?
He had been missing her.
From the moment he learned of her death, and from the moment he learned of her death, he had always, always... missed her very much.
Whenever it was late at night and there was no one around, or when he had some free time after a battle, or when he occasionally raised his eyes, took a breath, or blinked... he would think of her for a moment.
Her figure often appeared and disappeared in his mind, accompanied by a sunny smile, until his death.
“Ding ding dong dong——”
A gust of wind blew, bringing with it the smell of smoke having dissipated.
The cat ear pendant on the waist, the red and blue earrings, the crystal chain of the cursed fire flower... all made crisp collision sounds.
Self-taught, he put the leaf flute to his lips, and a clear melody resounded through -
…
If I were born like a weed or a feather,
Then don't be afraid of wildfires,
If a person has a life, where should he escape?
Look at the lights on the other side of the mountain,
All different shapes and sizes.
Whenever the night wind blows,
She also fantasized,
Is life born bitter?
——"If You Live Like Weeds" by Zhang Deyiling
…
“Beep—beep—beep—”
The sound of the leaf flute is like a sigh.
He sat on a hill of white corpses, covered in blood.
On the silent battlefield, there is only a clear and rising melody.
The robes fluttered and the setting sun disappeared.
The evening light is fading, rabbits rise and crows sink.
Dear, dear friend.
Where are you?
Where to go?
…
[…But then the gavel was banged, and the whole room fell silent! ]
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