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Chapter 1268 Chapter One Thousand Two Hundred and Sixty Five · "Kill the World Tree."

"Here you go, Mr. Lighthouse." Si Que tilted his palm.

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[You have obtained (Si Que’s quill). 】

[Si Que's Quill: From now on, you can "rewrite" your story. 】

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The moment he held the pen holder, Su Mingan felt as if there was a flash of inspiration in his mind.

The dark blue whale passed by him, giving off the breath of summer sunshine. The ceiling hangs green, and the green waves flow in the fragrance of wisteria flowers.

He felt that he was floating, his inspiration was flowing, and his five senses were sensitive. He seemed to be able to turn the room into an ocean, a forest, moonlight, a sea of ​​stars, or high-rise buildings in an instant...

"I am the Supreme [Creator]."

Si Que also floated up. He was still holding the teacup. Even though there was no seat under him, he was still sitting in the air. Macron and mousse and other desserts float, like a tea party in Alice's dream.

"With enough imagination, I can make apples float in the air." He smiled. The apple started dancing like an elf.

"I can turn the forest into the sky." On the ceiling, clusters of green branches and leaves hang down, like an upside-down forest.

"I can make the whale and the ground coexist." The dark blue whale brushed against their backs and made a short buzz.

"I can make the flames dance in the rain." On the ground, green fire danced in the pink rain.

"I can turn everything I like into the color I want." He spread his hands, there was no pride on his face, only a smile:

"The romance of Rawasha lies in the most magical [Creator], which is the characteristic of our civilization."

"And the romance of the creator lies in breaking the rules."

He raised his hand, and a paint disk poured into his palm, dyeing it with a rich color in an instant——

In an instant, whales swam into the forest, stars fell into the waves, and flames slept on the ocean floor.

"It's not just about writing a story, but... [creating everything that doesn't seem to exist]."

"Make gravity disappear, make miracles happen, make wingless birds fly into the sky, make hell become heaven."

"So that two iron balls will no longer hit the ground at the same time, so that one kilogram of cotton and one kilogram of iron will no longer have the same weight."

“Making reality into ideal, making the ‘impossible’ ‘possible’.”

"Its essence is like the authority of the speaking spirit in the old world, and it is more romantic and freer than the speaking spirit."

In Su Mingan's palm, the quill shone slightly.

Si Que floated in the air and stretched out one hand towards him.

The wings fluttered slightly in his flowing purple hair, brushing against the floating apples and oranges:

"So, if you want to follow my path, then use the [Creator] method..."

"To 'rewrite' the story set by the world game."

"Using this ability that is close to the power of speech and spirit..."

"—Kill the Savior Script."

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Rovasha, Surface Plane, Parish of Lochalsh.

"A long time ago, as early as our Second Era... after St. Feliud was invaded by the Gangang Empire, Nancy Humphrey, a philosopher of the Barna family, practiced asceticism in the sun for three thousand days and nights, and obtained the Glory. A benevolent glance from the Mother Goddess of Light.

“He sent down the original teachings so that confused mankind could understand the meaning of birth, the sun, the fire, and the eyes.

“First, His right hand symbolizes the Knights of the Dawn, who are the beings who hold swords for Him and protect justice between nations.

“Secondly, the corners of His robe symbolize the paradoxical hermits, who are the beings who scrubbed dust for Him and spend their entire lives repaying their sins in asceticism.

Thirdly, His left hand symbolizes the guardians of order. They are the ones who hold up the scales for Him and protect the sacred side of order.

Fourthly, His sighs symbolize God coming to praise people, who are the ones who deliver His praises and blessing history.

Fifth, His gaze symbolizes the Temple Mount, where the angels who judge sin live.

Sixth, His anger symbolizes the Interstellar Corridor, and the Roxas fight for Him against the chaotic and disordered Zerg..."

The bishop closed the canon and ended today's reading.

Then, the civilians stood up from their seats one after another and walked forward.

"Sir, I have devoted myself wholeheartedly to the merciful Lord... but why is my mother still sick in bed..." A woman begged the bishop, her eyes confused.

Under the ivory-white stone statue of the Mother Goddess, the benevolent bishop stretched out his old hand:

“This confused Lamb, maybe the Lord just hasn’t heard your voice yet.”

"Me...my voice? I swear, my prayer voice is loud enough. I chant it day and night, just asking the Lord to save my mother." The woman said confused.

"Oh, maybe your voice is drowned in a higher voice. You know, there are always people more pious than you."

"Then, what should I do?"

"Don't worry, look over there." The bishop pointed to a small red box next to him: "That beautiful and sacred box, as long as you put the silver coins on your body... valuable rings, necklaces, and bracelets. Put it in that box. Inside the box, your prayers will be louder among the lambs.”

"Oh, my God, thank you for your advice, but I only have three copper coins in my body. This is my last money to buy medicine for my mother..."

"Copper coins are fine too, ma'am, just put them all down. Compared to medicine...those dry perilla leaves and frogman slime, our devout faith is more useful."

"Bang, bang, bang."

With three crisp sounds, the poor woman spent her last penny. She used her last jewelry as collateral to buy the "canonical pages copied by the priest himself" recommended by the bishop, and planned to go back and let her mother eat them.

"Lord, pray for my mother to recover from her illness soon..." She knelt down again and prayed devoutly, her white hair hanging down like a fragile white dove. Who knows what she and her mother will eat tonight, they don't even have enough money to buy a loaf of brown bread.

"..."

Su Lin lowered the brim of his hat.

He was sitting on a bench in the church, with a copy of "Old Scriptures of Dawn Church - To Our Merciful Lord" pressed in his palm. He looked at the hungry common people, and the only coins they had on them were thrown into the greedy In the red box, a big blood-red mouth bit their jagged hands.

Judging from his experience, the gods have no time to glance at these humans, and people's prayers are destined to become food for the superiors to indulge in extravagance and extravagance.

He has gone to various churches to learn about the situation of the twenty-seven gods of Rovasha. Even the churches of third-level gods are mostly extremely prosperous.

Just now, the Mother Goddess of Dawn came to the oracle - April 12, 182 of the Fourth Era, that is, six days later, World Tree will conduct a [mid-term selection], and the billion people with the lowest story scores will be eliminated.

The oracle did not say what elimination meant, but there should be no way to deal with it other than death.

This made Rovasa panic.

"..." Su Lin put down the book, rejected the priest who sold him holy water, and walked out.

The people who stood up almost simultaneously with him were a man and a woman. The man was about forty years old, and the woman was just coming of age.

"Shu Rong, the first explosion occurred on King Street in the east. It was probably the work of [Disasters from the Heavens]. This is your first mission. Follow me." The man's voice was very soft and he walked out quickly.

"Yes...yes! Father." The girl with a ponytail quickly followed, holding her satchel tightly.

"Call Captain."

"Yes...yes, Captain!"

Su Lin narrowed his eyes.

...Disasters from the heavens? It seems to be a chaotic side organization that believes in the Demon Mother Goddess. They advocate creating disasters for the Mother Goddess. They are out-and-out evil elements. They have been particularly arrogant recently, and it is said that it is because there is a [protagonist] candidate supporting them.

It is said that half of the [Protagonist] candidates are from the Chaos camp, so the Demon Mother Goddess is ready to make a move.

This father and daughter should be dispatched by the Nalan Court, responsible for investigating the chaos caused by the disasters of the heavens.

Su Lin walked onto the streets of Lochalsh Parish. This country maintained the technological level of the steam age, and most of the roads were horse-drawn carriages.

"Sell newspapers! The second level of the Disciple Game has been opened. Who will win the perfect pass!?" The newsboy ran barefoot on the street, and the smell of baking potatoes came from the shabby clothes:

"The six-day selection is coming soon, what kind of story should we write?"

"The banana tribe was brutally exterminated..."

"The Sea Clan holds a draft for the Sea Emperor..."

"The lighthouse Protestant saint has taken office, and she has a beautiful face..."

"The young man calling himself Edward preaches doomsday theory..."

"The young master of the blood clan, Lu Yuqing, was summoned by World Tree and his whereabouts are unknown..."

"The legendary phoenix is ​​about to be resurrected..."

"Hui Bai, one of the eight protagonist candidates, gave a speech..."

"Gentlemen, read the paper!"

Su Lin lowered the brim of his hat, and next he planned to visit the hell plane.

"The trace is ahead, Shu Rong, follow me!" the man in front shouted.

"Yes! Captain!" Shu Rong followed closely behind him.

Sudden.

There was a violent explosion from ahead!

"boom--!!"

The fire struck, hot waves hit the face, and the father and daughter in front were directly engulfed by the explosion!

"Oh my god!"

"Oh God!"

The tram stopped, and the street vendors hurriedly backed away, vegetable leaves and fruits flying.

In the nearby residential building, a man in red robe held a detonator, raised his arms, and laughed crazily:

"——Go to hell! The lackeys of order!"

"The God of the End of All Things will awaken our desires! The era of oppression is over! The [New World] is coming, a kingdom of freedom built on words! That is the original face of the world!"

"You blind and deaf people who are blinded by the material surface! Open your eyes and look at the world you live in! You don't understand it at all!"

He scratched his eyes like a conscious patient:

"Long live Kelinster! Long live Demonization! Kill the World Tree, kill the Supreme Lord!!!"

Seeing this, Su Lin raised her hand lightly.

The moment he raised his hand, the fire wave on the street suddenly disappeared, and the expat father and daughter stood unscathed in the center of the explosion.

The moment the explosion occurred, Su Lin turned it into a harmless gas.

Looking at the stunned man upstairs, Su Lin raised her eyelids:

"If it's to kill the World Tree, why go after the civilians?"

The man reacted and retorted angrily:

"The order is set by the World Tree, and these lackeys who obey the order... should all die!"

"Why can the creators who are favored by the World Tree survive, while the general public who cannot understand the inspiration will die? Why should we be chosen by the shitty aesthetics of a tree?"

"If the power of creation spreads unchecked, if science is killed again and again, everything is made of the tip of a pen... Our civilization only exists on a foundationless cloud, relying on someone's empty inspiration!"

"However, the God of the End of All Things promised us a [new world]...where everyone can write, without the censorship of the World Tree..."

"You saw it, didn't you? Those beasts in robes even cheated the civilians of their last piece of black bread! Such greedy people in power, solidified classes, upper-class exploitation, endless labor, deep-rooted discrimination between different groups, bloody food chains...why do they exist!"

Su Lin touched his chin and laughed faintly from his throat:

"So you kill civilians."

"You speak so decisively...Have you seen the God of the End of All Things?"

The man vowed: "He only comes in dreams, but anyone who sees Him will believe His promise...If you don't believe it, you can come to see him!"

"Oh?" Su Lin nodded: "Okay."

He readily agreed, as if for this moment.

...

Su Mingan opened his eyes.

He was lying on the bed, with a magpie logo on the palm of his right hand, which could summon Si Que's feather pen at any time, accompanied by a piece of colored sugar cube.

"You're awake." Siyi sat on a chair, tossing Su Mingan's heart like playing with a red apple.

Su Mingan touched his healed chest, and his heart had grown again: "Supreme Lord... No, the Supreme Lord of Bairi Floating City."

"Hmm?"

"What are you going to do with me?"

"Good question." Siyi put the heart to her lips and took a bite.

Like biting a juicy apple, she squinted and tasted it: "I want to keep you and invite you to build a disciple game with us."

"You guys?"

"We." Siyi admitted this plural description.

"Who else?"

"..." Siyi curved her eyebrows and smiled: "Some people you know."

"?" Su Mingan was stunned. People he knew?

"Once, the world game dominated our fate and forced us to death..." Siyi chewed and chewed: "Now, it's our turn to write our own fate... In such a counterfeit pirated game, we will be the new GM (game manager)."

"Although everything played here is not real, although all the pain in the past has already happened, but, at least we can... change the future."

She reached out to him with a palm that was not stained with blood:

"Want to try to become a [demon king] instead of a [hero]? Savior."

"... No."

"Want to try to become a destroyer? Su Mingan."

...

Su Mingan has already thought of the answer.

He chose Si Que's path, so he would not agree to build a pirated world game with these people.

So, he took out the feather pen and pointed it at Siyi--

"I reject your proposal."

"The innocent girl 'Nolia' who was sacrificed in Baicheng."

"Let me see how to rewrite your story first."

This is the path he chose.

-"Rewrite" instead of "imitate".

Siyi looked at the pen in his hand in astonishment, as if she didn't understand why he had it.

"You..."

The tip of the pen glowed.

The next moment, countless flying pages of a book unfolded in front of Su Mingan's eyes.

A book appeared in front of him, with the four big characters [Floating City in the Daytime] written on it. And he reached out his hand, opened the first page, and stepped into it——