The flame of hope gave her no chance to catch her breath or calm down. It gently touched the lark's forehead, showing this resilient torchbearer a scene.
Upon witnessing that scene, the resilient fire-bringer collapsed to the ground, trembling all over.
The flame of hope lifted her up, grasped her wrist tightly, and used its heat to dispel her fear, saying:
"This is a mission to pass on the flame, a top-secret mission. Apart from you and me, even Qin Xin cannot know about it."
Remember this scene and spread the word that [*He] came.
But remember, none of the fire-bringers should know this.
Lark was still trembling; the piercing fear had almost drained all her strength. She gasped for breath, like a drowning person who had just been rescued from the water.
It took her a long time to recover from the abyss-like fear. Gritting her teeth, she looked up at the flame of hope, at the powerful figure who had suddenly dealt her a blow, and suppressed her fear, replacing it with determination:
Okay, I know what to do.
But... Boss, why did you... at the audience with the emperor earlier?
Knowing what the other party wanted to ask, the flame of hope sighed softly:
"I have no choice in the matter."
The world is not united; some things cannot be said before Him.
Bailing's eyes widened in disbelief: "Even [deception] can't be trusted?"
The flame flickered, and the candle-wielder's eyes were deep and unfathomable.
"He is trustworthy, but I have no one to trust me anymore."
Go then, I will cover your tracks and finish this as quickly as possible, so that the world will know that [*He] once came.”
Bailing was clever. As a believer in [Deception], she seemed to have guessed the purpose of such a large-scale dissemination of information, but she didn't say anything or ask further. She simply paused before leaving, pursing her lips tightly, and asked:
"Da...Cheng Shi, will we ever meet again?"
The flame of hope smiled:
Yes, of course.
The new world we all desire will come...
Hearing this affirmative answer, Bai Ling's expression became even more determined. She nodded heavily and left the Fire-Connecting Hall.
After she left, looking at that slender yet resolute figure, the candlelight man's tone changed:
"...?"
His voice was soft, as ethereal and intangible as hope.
As soon as the words were spoken, a figure emerged from the darkness behind the flames.
The flame of hope turned its back on him, neither joyful nor sorrowful, and said:
"It is not enough to know that He came; people need to know just how ruthless the Creator can be."
Being abandoned is better than dying or being imprisoned.
Go ahead and use your wisdom to convince the world of your worth.
The figure remained silent for a long time, then asked softly:
Why did you choose me?
Hope smiled and said, "I don't have any choice right now. Wei Mu and Jie Shu... are not suitable and cannot be used."
"I never imagined that getting close to you would end up like this."
"Regret it?"
“No.” The voice suddenly became somewhat fanatical and excited. “Never. If the final chapter of an era contains a passage I wrote myself, I will die without regret.”
"But this does not align with your desire to become a god."
The figure suddenly burst into laughter, the laughter growing increasingly maniacal: "Becoming a god... nothing compares to killing a god, especially a god like this!"
The flame of hope flickered, and he slowly shook his head:
"kill?
How can we talk about killing?
Delusion is no different from self-deception.
He has done far beyond my expectations.
...
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