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In the dust gathered by despair, Huai Shi opened her eyes.

As if he didn't hear Yuanyuan and Lin Jiu's shouts beside him, he propped up his body and looked up at the tower in front of him.

The last masterpiece of the casters, and the cage of suffering that has imprisoned them for thousands of years.

This is the heart of permafrost.

A desperate creation made by countless sufferings, the essence of disaster in hell.

As long as it wakes up, there will be endless wailing.

As long as it works, the whole **** will be driven by it.

Eternal dusk.

In contrast, the curse of day and night here is nothing but the radiation leaked from the heart of the furnace...

In order to resist hell, he chose desperate struggle. Under the guidance and temptation of the master of the purgatory workshop, the casters stepped into a desperate situation called eternity.

Increasingly desperate and crazy.

Perhaps at the moment they rejected peaceful death and chose to make a deal with the devil, they were destined to fall into a more pathetic situation than death.

But is it all self-blame?

Huai Shi was silent and did not speak.

Obviously now is the time when every second counts, even if the tower is close in front of you, even if the situation is good, he is sitting on the ground, raising his head without saying a word, and staring at the sky.

In the silence, everyone was silently waiting for his order.

But the order was delayed.

"Your Excellency Huai Shi..."

After the elder was silent for a long time, he finally said: "You must not miss the opportunity."

"I know."

Huai Shi said: "I'm just thinking."

Then there was no more words, and no one interrupted Huai Shi's thinking.

In this way, amidst the thunder and loud noises in the distance, Huai Shi quietly stared at the rain of blood, the fire wind, and the gray tide on the sky, this world full of disasters and despair.

Finally made a sound.

"Grandmaster, can you hear me?"

"I am here."

The metallic voice sounded from the air, as calm as ever, no, it should be said to be indifferent. He said, "You have a question you want to ask me, right?"

"..."

Huai Shi did not speak, but waited silently.

"I know what you want to ask, Huai Shi."

The Grand Master said, "You want to ask: Did I know it for a long time? Did I know it from the beginning? Do I have any special arrangements? Do I have a way to be like the blue robot in the comics, Omnipotent, I can always find the props to solve the problem, and...Can I save them, right?" Update the fastest Qiqi novel https://m.qq*717^mq^q717.c^om/

Huai Shi lowered his eyes and sighed silently.

"Even if you knew it in your heart, all this was irretrievable thousands of years ago. When they were obsessed with seeking salvation from hell, everything was doomed.

It's like the celestial pedigree in the past, thinking that he could take off, but in fact it just fell into the deeper darkness.

Even if Kondela’s example is in sight..."

After a short pause, the Grand Master asked again: "Nevertheless, do you still have expectations of me?"

"Yes."

Huai Shi slowly nodded, and finally made a sound.

"You should have known the answer long ago, right?"

"...Yes," he said.

"So, tell me, do you need my answer?"

The Grand Master said coldly, "I can give you orders, you don't need to think about anything, and you don't need to hesitate, just do it, and all the responsibilities do not lie with you.

But Huai Shi, do you really need someone else's instruction to give you orders and help you make decisions? "

In silence, Huai Shi lowered her head and stared at the long sword on her knees.

Above the quiet blade, his eyes were reflected, extremely calm, without any fluctuations.

He suddenly asked, "Will you be against me, Grand Master?"

"What if I would?"

The Grand Master's tone still did not fluctuate.

Huai Shi did not answer, just pressing the handle of the blade, but the answer that there was no room for relaxation was already given from the pupils of the eyes reflected on the spine of the sword.

That look...

In the silence, the great master above the iron crystal seat suddenly laughed softly.

Full of mockery and irony

At this moment, he finally truly felt that this was the heir Russell chose.

That old **** didn't lie to himself. What he sees now is better than his anger, compassion and determination in his youth, and more importantly... cruelty!

"No one will appreciate you, Huai Shi, and no one will express blessings and gratitude." He said, "No matter how much you do, you will not be able to bring salvation to this piece of land. At best, it will be delayed. It’s just a period."

"I know."

"What you bring is not salvation."

Huai poem nodded, "I also know." あ奇奇 Novels 蛧ヤ~7~1~7~(ωωω).qq7(1)

"well."

The Grand Master finally raised his eyes and told him: "You are the highest person in charge of the Iron Crystal Seat, Huai Shi, even at this moment.

Now, since you have made a decision, the time has come for you, and no one should be able to stand in front of you. "

"As long as you live in the human world, making mistakes is always inevitable. You have to try it. I won't stop it."

Such a playful reference to the dialogue between the gods and the devil in Faust, let Huai poetry go his own way.

"I understand."

Huaishi slowly got up, propped up the sword, and finally said, "Thank you, Mr. Mikhail."

The Grand Master did not speak any more.

He has already left the ground.

On the bridge of the iron crystal seat, the metal giant with his arms retracted his sight and turned to look at the projection behind him.

"You can see it, Russell." He said impatiently, "The agent you chose has got my vote. Let's announce the result of the vote."

"Four to one, one abstention, the resolution passed."

In the projection of the conference room, Russell announced the result: "Whether it is him or you, let it go, Mikhail. I will bear all the consequences."

"Overlapping events, confluence of cause and effect, time, place, people, and events...All the preconditions are already in place. Let's open the final curtain."

Following Russell's words, all the members in the conference room raised their eyes to guide the coming of heaven.

Under the control of the great master, the huge secrets of the once ideal country were awakened.

The matrix is ​​shrouded, and the framework is established out of thin air.

All the engines of the entire iron crystal seat went into overload operation in an instant, and a huge miracle suddenly came to this hull, making the huge iron crystal seat unbearable, and a deep roar was glowing from this overclocking operation.

The countless records of restlessness in **** were captured by this huge gravitational force, and gathered inward. Massive fertile waters of source quality emerged from nothing, slowly forming the phantom of a heavy book.

There is no title on the cover, only countless empty characters flashing, erratic, and starting to search for the main axis that runs through the core from these billions of fragments...

The alchemy of **** once unique to the heavenly pedigree reappears.

Gather things together, gather the soul.

The essence of **** is about to be reborn here.

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Under the tower, Huai Shi got up.

I don't know if it was because he finally made up his mind or didn't waver anymore, the entangled **** precipitation could no longer affect him.

The whine is still harsh.

But Huai Shi's heart calmed down unexpectedly, without any fluctuations.

He looked up at the elder who had been waiting for a long time beside him, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Yes." said the elder, "your student just caught Auguste."

Huai Shi was slightly stunned.

It's not that he doesn't believe in Yuan Yuan and Lin Nineteen, but that August's own strength is already at the top of the third rank. He has been trained by the Tower of Ivory since he was a child. He has accumulated amazing accumulation and rich experience.

There is no good thing for people who can live so long in hell. Even if his two students joined forces, he might not be able to help him.

"To be precise, he stood there, as if stupid, and didn't move at all."

The elder said: "Ask him without saying anything, as if he has given up resistance...We don't know what to do for a while."

"What about people?"

Huai Shi said, "Bring me here to see."

Soon, August, who was shackled, was escorted by his former colleagues and sent to Huai Shi.

His expression was still calm, it would be better to say that he was already numb.

Depressed.

Like Huai Shi, after understanding the essence of the heart of the eternal freezing furnace, one can naturally understand what the so-called eternal machine is.

What's more, before this, he knew far more than Huai Shi, and the impact he felt became even greater.

The last ray of hope was completely shattered.

Perhaps by using it, there is the possibility of regaining Condra.

But what's the point of that?

Do you personally turn your adoptive father into an eternally painful monster?

Everything that happened in the town of twilight was repeated on him. After betting on everything for a glimmer of hope, when the truth was revealed, it ushered in destruction.

After losing hope of saving Condra, Auguste had no motivation to continue to act and rebellious.

Just seeing such empty pupils, Huai Shi knew what kind of painful abyss he is now wandering in.

He is not eager to stay alive, but eager for a clean and clean judgment.

End it all.

In the silence, Huai Shi drew the sword of virtue, cut it down, and stopped abruptly.

The blade stopped on August's neck, and a few centimeters further down, he was able to slid through the gap between the cervical vertebrae, subtly splitting the bones and textures, bringing him a happy break and death.

But death did not come.

The sword in Huai Shi slowly raised.

"Live, August." He said, "You have to pay for everything you do."

August looked up at him and couldn't help laughing.

"Where is the mercy? Your Judge?"

He mocked and asked: "Is there any point in keeping me alive? Or do you think death is too gentle for my actions, and you want me to be tortured in prison and live in hell?"

"It doesn't make sense," he said, "I'm already there..."

"I know."

Huai Shi looked at him, and suddenly asked, "Do you know how I got out of those records? You should have seen it at the moment of activation? Those fantasy...I entered deeper than you, those entangled in me There are more records than you think, and it is not far from assimilation."

In silence, August heard Huai Shi's answer.

"Condra saved me."

He was stunned and his eyes widened in amazement.

"He has always been conscious, August, he knows what you did, and he understands why you did it. But at the moment the heart of the Everfreezing Furnace was activated, he sacrificed his hope of returning to the world. ,saved me."

"Unfortunately, August, even if you can use the immortal machine now, you can't save him. He is dead."

In August's sluggishness, Huai Shi lowered his head and told him seriously: "I didn't understand until then that the reason why he lingered was not because he wanted to live, but because he couldn't let go of you."

At the moment when Kondela ignored his death, Huaishi clearly saw the last silent opening of his lips.

That was the last words he left behind.

Sorry.

Is this an apology to Huai Shi, or a last word left to August?

Maybe it's both.

It can't prevent the adopted son from falling in despair, and it can't save the pain and torture that fills this hell. The man left his last apology and smiled at his end.

But there is one thing that Huaishi can conclude that Kondela never regretted his actions until his death.

Do not regret being swallowed by **** instead of August at that time.

Nor regret sacrificing the last hope to save Huai Shi.

"He would rather let himself be reduced to that level forever than let you make such a mistake."

Huai Shi's sword fell again, smashing the shackles on Auguste's body, "This is the second time he has rescued you, don't let him down again."

At that moment, the elder subconsciously put his hand on the handle of the scimitar, beware of August's trapped beast still fighting. But the man remained sluggish in place.

Just stared at Huai Shi in a daze.

For a long time, for a long time, his expression twitched, I don't know whether it was crying or laughing, like a torn soul being put together again.

Obviously regained freedom, but it was painful like losing everything.

Weep silently.

"If you want to have a trial, go to the Grand Master and the chief of affairs by yourself. They will rule on your actions, but I won't. I have more important things to do~www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Huai Shi waved his hand away from the blade, and stretched out his hand: "Give me the Nibelungen, you go. "

Auguste said nothing more.

Raising the palm of his hand, the dim Nibelungen Ring on the index finger slowly dissipated, and in an instant appeared on the ten fingers of Huai Shi.

In an instant, the sleeping Frost Giant Legion was connected to the stigmata of the young man.

The dim ring glowed with fiery light.

Along with Huai Shi's advancement, in front of the undead army array, a winter wind suddenly swept across.

The sleeping frost giants walked out of the icy wind, kneeling on the ground respectfully, waiting for orders from the superior.

Just in front of Huai Shi, the shell of the huge tower peeled off layer by layer, falling to the ground in the roar, revealing the complicated machinery and countless changing structures.

Just between the sky and the earth, the central tower is completely unfolded!

Dozens of bridges connect the flying modules and buildings to each other, forming this eternal miracle.

Endless flames rose from the top of the heart of the permafrost, dispelling the rain of blood and torment that enveloped the entire hell, tearing through the eternal dusk.

Plants and trees multiply, everything grows up, and a sweet smell is blowing in the wind.

Amidst the endless wailing of despair, an extremely beautiful paradise descends here.

The kingdom of heaven is built on hell.

"Let's go, everyone."

Huai Shi looked back and turned to the legion behind him, telling them: "The end is coming. Since we are late, don't let people wait too long..."

Whether it's this war or the painful past...

All this will eventually come to an end.

At that moment, in the frame of the iron crystal seat, black ink finally appeared on the cover of the void book, criss-crossed, and an invisible pen wrote the title, laying the foundation for the miracle.

Les Miserables!