Aland's eyes flickered, knowing that the Lord of Thought and Faith were referring to the Seventh Seat, the Ninth Seat, the Lord of the End of All Things, and the Supreme Lord, but who is this Chen Qingguang?
Alan raised his right hand slightly, and there was a blue ring on his thumb.
As one of the eight candidates for the protagonist, Alande's golden finger is the "time reversal system" of the rebirth flow. In the past few dozen days, he returned to the creation era of the second era through the time spirit Mingrui, and repeatedly came into contact with the time authority that Si Que studied in the past, deepening his own time authority.
He was always one step behind Su Mingan, his time authority was fake, and the influence of the "Brief Analysis of How Players Can Save Themselves" he wrote at the beginning of the World Game was not as great as the period that Su Mingan casually posted. This was of course his deliberate low profile, but...
"Then let's give it a try and see whose flashback is more interesting..." Alan stroked the ring that was flashing blue light, his eyes as deep blue as the sea.
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The fourth seat, Elya, is resting.
He slept so soundly, making love with women, that he was unaware of what heaven and earth were.
He is a pure neutral person, and he doesn't care what happens to Zhai Xing. Although his kind form turns into a pink-haired fox and has a close personal relationship with Su Ming'an, that is just a part of him and cannot affect his attitude.
However, he did not expect that when he was resting that day, a part of his spirit was suddenly summoned into Luowasha.
"What happened..." Ailia opened his eyes and saw many organizers standing here under the gradually overcast sky, with his sight focused on a young man with flowing black hair.
"Su Ming'an? What did he do? Oh, he was exposed... No wonder we were called here, he was blatantly violating the rules. The world game stipulates that every player is fair on the surface... Haha, it's ridiculous, what is fair and what is unfair..." Aierya murmured in his heart: "This time there is no Noel Ajinni to take the blame for him, it really can't be concealed... He is handing the knife to them, his courage is commendable... However, before the energy reaches the point, can he guarantee his safety? It's only 8750 points now..."
All higher dimensions are well aware of the current situation.
After reporting the world coordinates, summoning the spark will definitely succeed. All Su Mingan has to do now is wait for time until Luo Vasa's energy value reaches the point.
Before this, Su Mingan cannot die, cannot fall into despair, cannot be controlled by higher dimensions, and cannot lose his soul and consciousness.
He has done everything he should do. As long as he keeps himself alive, it is equivalent to holding back the sharpest knife - Noel Akinni, the Seventh Seat, the Lord of the End of All Things.
It was he who restrained them from using their full strength.
As long as he can still die, the Lord of the End of All Things will never succeed.
As long as he retains consciousness, the bet between Xiaona and him will still be valid, and she can still replace the memory lenses and start over again.
As long as he can move freely, no matter what Noel's plan is, it will be difficult to bypass the time travel.
He had used his own death to advance victory countless times and stepped on his own corpse to achieve success.
——But this time, the last thing he had to do was not any complicated operation, but just to ensure that he was alive and that the power to roll back his death did not fall into the hands of the Lord of the End of All Things.
Until his companions, the one billion compatriots he knew or didn't know, the tens of billions of people in Rovasha, the gods in the sky... pushed the energy value displayed on the pocket watch to the maximum.
He just needs to delay time to win.
In the center, the black-haired young man who attracted the attention of the whole world remained quiet.
He realized the distance between himself and the eleven higher-dimensional beings. With this announcement, the distance suddenly shortened, and it seemed as if they could touch him with their hands. The glass of the aquarium shattered.
"Su Ming'an, do you know?" Yuritilola smiled. "Originally, there was a thin barrier between Luo Vasa and me, and my attack power was limited. But now that you are exposed, that thin barrier snapped and can no longer protect you. I am looking forward to your risky move. Will it kill you, or make me and Brother Noel dizzy and unable to catch you, and finally flee in defeat?"
Those who disobey the rules are no longer protected by the rules.
Huge inky waves rolled on the dome, and the sky hung low like wet lead-gray satin.
It has been confirmed that the reason why Yuritilola and others have been slow to act is not to take over the bodies of the newborn Rin tribe, but to provoke the Mother Goddess of Light, which almost caused Su Mingan's death.
If it weren't for the "Dawn Eternal Life" skill, if it weren't for Su Lin's "soul" authority, if it weren't for the four items that Su Ming'an came up with in a hurry, if it weren't for the two major rules of death rollback that Su Ming'an has always summarized... If one of these conditions was missing, Su Ming'an would most likely be completely controlled by the Mother Goddess of Light.
As long as Su Mingan is no longer restraining him, Gao Wei will act recklessly and no one will be able to reverse time and trap the world.
"Are you here to drink tea? Or to watch? Or to...well, punish me?" Su Ming'an smiled and drew out the last word, without any fear on his face.
The drizzle continued, the gods were chewing on his arrogance, but the young man walked forward with the thunder, and the branches of the mother tree automatically woven into a bridge under his feet. He recalled the moments of the past - Noel sang loudly under the gaze of the gods, and even the sound of the wind was free; Su Xiaobi jumped off the motorcycle, humming the tune of London Bridge and walked towards the edge of the abyss-like world; the knight bowed his head under the high wall, and the pure white soul flew into the sky like a bird...
Countless spots of light gathered on his side, forming ripples like a cloak.
Now his figure overlaps with the figures in the past. When those people have already reached the end, he has finally reached his own end.
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