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Chapter 1455 Chapter 105·"OE·The Last Holy Communion (2)"

The numerous faces kept speaking words of temptation, and the black fog strangled Su Mingan, making him feel suffocated. His vision was swaying and blurry, and his fingers could not hold the pen, making it difficult for him to move.

He felt dizzy and almost couldn't control himself, and was drowning in it.

Then, another female face appeared.

Black bangs, black pupils, upturned lips, sharp features, and a white Isha flower in her hair. She looked at him with a smile. Her face did not have the pain and numbness of others.

——Qian Qin's face.

The Eighth Seat also merged the dead Qian Qin.

In the black fog, she curved her eyebrows and said, "...Brother, you haven't taken us to the wonton stall yet."

The light and smiling voice, like a refreshing white lily, woke Su Mingan up in an instant. He opened his eyes and saw a thick fog covering Qianqin's face in an instant. Then, her expression became hoarse, and the arc of her lips turned into a straight line. Like other faces, she said numbly:

"Promise...promise...human beings have no other way...everyone will die..."

Su Mingan's pupils flashed.

...Qianqin.

...After you were merged, you have been trying to stick to yourself and not be assimilated. Is it to wake me up at this critical moment?

Qianqin could no longer answer him.

The black fog discovered her remaining wakefulness and instantly submerged her last consciousness. She had become like other faces, without any independence.

"Qianqin" was completely dead.

Su Mingan raised his eyelids and looked at Yamada Machi, Mo Yan, and Aini in the distance with nostalgia. Then he slowly raised his mouth, held the feather pen tightly, pointed it at his heart, and wrote it down without hesitation.

The tip of the pen outlined, and a line of golden handwriting emerged, shining brightly.

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[——So far, "share" him. ]

[Share this last "holy communion" - Su Mingan. ]

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Clatter--

Everyone heard the sound of pages turning.

The huge sky turned into a huge, open, beige book. Even the red sun was briefly covered. On the pages of the book, densely packed drama memory lenses were neatly arranged, like transparent and bright dominoes. The last drama memory lens was summoned out, protruding high, and the golden words written by Su Mingan fell on this huge last page of the book.

Dongdong, Dongdong.

The heartbeat of the world sounded all around, and everyone felt the ground trembling. The golden rainbow light filled their vision, as if a torrent of destiny was rushing towards them. It swept over the mountains, the rivers, the grass and the wasteland, and gathered on the writer "Olives, the 76th generation".

The young man's black hair rose with the torrent, revealing a smooth and white forehead, and his eyes exuded a bright golden color, like the setting sun melting gold. His clothes turned into a crystal-colored stream of words, and his body turned into a pure source of energy, like flowing attractive amber. Even the black fog around him was dispelled a little.

"Wow!"

It seemed that a pair of crystal-colored wings grew out of his shoulder blades and rose high, like a sprout breaking through the ground, like his naturally grown flesh and blood.

The wings connected his body on one side and the sky transformed by the book on the other.

And he was the core connecting heaven and earth, a slightly pulsating bright crystal.

His white eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he waved his feather pen and continued to write:

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[——Give his heart to Ijulaiel, so that the seeds of the world tree will be complete again, and the world tree can continue to resist the Lord of the End of All Things. 】

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Inside the world tree.

Ijulaiel was covered in blood and finally defeated the demonized gods. She was about to stop the world master from snatching the books, but she felt something.

She closed her eyes, sensed the outside of the world tree, and suddenly smiled bitterly, muttering:

“Really… You are exactly the same, exactly the same… idiot…”

Her expression was no longer as cold as ice. Perhaps the behavior of two similar people finally made her feel why humans laugh and cry, and why they cry and laugh.

This is really, really a very complicated answer.

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[——Condense his faith authority in his eyes, and everything will come true with a thought. This power will be given…]

Su Mingan paused with the pen tip, and then resolutely wrote:

[…will be given to Lu Shu. Make it invincible, indestructible, and invincible. 】

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Outside the Lamb Boundary.

The white-haired young man with a pair of scarlet bat wings and a vampire crown on his head stood quietly with a blood-red blade in his hand.

His slightly long white bangs blocked his eyes, and his eyes could not be seen, only the water light flashing on the side of his face could be seen.

He said nothing, nor did he beat the Lamb Boundary like others. He would not stop Su Mingan, nor would he make decisions for Su Mingan, and would always support Su Mingan's ideas.

But at this moment, Lu Shu felt a strong sense of rebellion and pain.

He didn't want this.

He didn't want this.

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[——Condense his devouring power in his palm, devour everything, and digest everything. This power will give...]

Before Su Mingan finished writing this sentence, he suddenly felt his wrist being grabbed.

"Have you really thought about it?"

The tip of the pen trembled, and a pair of golden eyes broke through the black mist.

Then, a head of purple hair fluttered, and a beautiful face came into view. The shadow of Si Que Olivers, the "76th generation Olivers", dressed in a bright red long dress, emerged from the tip of the feather pen and looked at him.

The two of them were both "Olives" of this generation. Si Que had left a consciousness in Su Ming'an's feather pen in advance. Once he felt that something important was happening, Si Que's consciousness would appear.

"... Yeah." Su Ming'an smiled faintly: "I've thought about it."

The moment he learned that he was merging with the "Eighth Seat", Su Ming'an thought of the best solution.

Since Alande said that the "fusion" authority restrained the "devouring" authority, he could not devour himself, so Su Ming'an was destined to be fused and could not reversely devour the Eighth Seat.

Then,

--Take advantage of the critical moment of merging with the Eighth Seat, give up the "devouring" authority, and let others eat him up. Skin and bones, take the Eighth Seat, take Alande, take Su Ming'an himself... and be eaten together.

As long as there are enough people participating in the sharing, the power of the Eighth Seat will be dispersed. Even if the Eighth Seat has the power of "fusion", it cannot gather its power under the care of Ijulaiel and the World Tree. The Elf King Huangala will also gain enough power from the gods to make the Fifth Seat Spark descend to the world and suppress the Eighth Seat's power to rise again.

This is the best solution. There is no need to worry about Su Mingan losing himself after being fused, and the power of the Eighth Seat is also swallowed. The only price is Su Mingan and Aland.

Of course, there are also considerable risks, such as the Eighth Seat is extremely powerful, and the Fifth Seat failed to descend successfully. But it must be tried.

There is also a most critical...Su Mingan's "death rollback" power.

Because this power cannot be written out openly, Su Mingan did not write down who this power is for. After he was "swallowed" by the power sharing, this power will most likely fall into the hands of the most powerful player at random. Even if the Eighth Seat has a backhand, it cannot contend with the power of this supreme power.

This is decisive for resisting the Lord of the End of All Things.

And all Su Mingan has to do is just make this decision.

Make this... decision to make himself a "holy communion".

"Mr. Lighthouse, you haven't waited until I wake up yet." Si Que seemed to have judged Su Mingan's determination, and did not dissuade him, but just sighed.

The black fog was cold, as if it froze the blood. Su Mingan began to shiver, and couldn't help shivering... maybe it was too cold.

"Big lazy bird, you did the same thing back then." Su Mingan smiled: "Before the great reset again and again... you would deliberately walk to the table and let the emperors eat you."

The golden pupils widened slightly.

Then, Si Que Olivers smiled gently, with the tail of his blue-gray and crimson eyes raised, like the long tail feathers of a magpie:

"Yeah."

"You found it."

As the initiator of the Great Reset of Luowasha, as the only person who can retain the most complete memory of the 3030th Great Reset of Luowasha, Si Que Olivers discovered the truth of the universe very early.

Devour.

——Devour others and enrich yourself.

Even high-dimensional beings cannot escape this truth. They defeat the enemy not for the pleasure of killing, but to devour the other party and obtain the other party's authority and energy.

At the meeting after the end of the tenth world, the twelve organizers proposed to share Su Mingan, just to eat his possible authority.

Therefore, by devouring others, you can plunder their precious things and abundant nutrition.

A correct version in 16-9 book bar!

When Si Que Olivers discovered this, he did not think of plundering, but the opposite idea.

Since eating others, you can get the nutrition in their bodies.

——Then, if I store "nutrition" in my body and deliberately let others eat me, can I pass on nutrition without a trace?

Temperature, humidity, terrain, resources, country, destiny, scientific system, creation system, level, outside the world, gods, race. Key historical nodes, key plots, key world trends, key methods of salvation.

In order to hide these important information from the Lord of the End of All Things who was watching, Si Que could not tell them, otherwise Luo Vasha would be defeated in an instant. But he also needed to make Luo Vasha move in an orderly direction to prevent excessive chaos and cause destructive entropy increase.

So, he thought of using himself as a body to store information.

What he wanted was not for people to remember this information clearly, after all, the Great Reset would cleanse the memory and it would be impossible for all of it to be preserved. What he wanted was the formation of a "collective subconscious".

"Collective subconscious" refers to the unconscious common thinking that people have inherited and experienced together, such as "humans are born afraid of snakes" and "not wearing clothes is not good". These things do not need to be taught and emphasized, people will subconsciously think so.

Through the information infusion brought by sharing again and again, people will form a cycle of "sharing Si Que - obtaining information - experiencing reset and forgetting - sharing Si Que again - obtaining information again - experiencing reset and forgetting again..." Gradually, the information that Si Que wanted to convey took root deeper and deeper in people's souls, until the "collective subconscious" was formally formed.

Once the "collective subconscious" is successfully formed, people will subconsciously do things according to the information he conveys without Si Que explaining what to do. For example, if he wants to convey the message of "stay away from the Demon Mother Goddess", then without Si Que saying anything, people will subconsciously stay away from the Demon Mother Goddess every time. Another example is if he wants to convey the message that "you must keep an eye on Su Sheng of the Lin clan and pay attention to Su Ming'an", then Si Que doesn't need to say anything, and people will subconsciously chase Su Ming'an every time.

As the number of times people share food increases, people will subconsciously know how to avoid tragedies, how to participate in key events, how to save the world... These concepts are subconsciously generated in their minds, just like nutrition in the body.

The little magpie with the stones in its mouth throws the stones into the sea again and again. Although the waves will come again and again, the stones will always accumulate more and more until the sea is successfully filled.

Well... magpies fill the sea. A nice inspiration, a nice story.

"[Temperature information] is stored in the forehead, [Humidity information] is stored in the tongue, [Scientific system] is stored in the left brain, [Creation system] is stored in the right brain, [Key historical nodes] are stored in the ten fingers, [Key to salvation] Method】Stored in the blood...well, this way every Everyone can drink it. The [Destiny Direction] is the eyes, and the [Gods Information] is the heart. The heart is the most important, and the most powerful one should be able to drink it, so that’s good..." Si Que arranged himself in this way, smiling. He straightened his tie and faced the emperors who were deliberately angered by him.

"Sique Olivers, are all those bad things done by you!?" Everyone accused him angrily.

"Well, that's right." Si Que raised the corners of his mouth, his crimson eyes fluttered, and he spread his hands pretending to be helpless: "I did it all. Eat me if you can?"

He smiled as he watched himself being stabbed with a sharp blade and blood gushing out.

Si Que was in pain when he walked to the dining table for the first time.

Undoubtedly, the feeling of being eaten was not good, and even made him extremely frightened.

"No, no, no, you can't try it a second time. This is too scary... As entropy increases, entropy increases. What does it have to do with me..." After the reset, Si Que touched his intact body and was covered in cold sweat. , almost fainted.

Her fingers were gripping her long hair tightly, and her heart was in turmoil. After a while, the ear feathers drooped slightly.

"But if you don't do this...it won't be reset for many times, Luo Vasa will be in chaos to a terrifying level...After all, there are always a few people who cause the butterfly effect, and I must contain these crises...otherwise Luo Vasa It's destroyed, where can I find inspiration..." Si Que sighed softly.

At the end of this reset, he walked up to the dinner table again.

"Ugh, no... I still can't stand it... This is too scary, too painful..." After the reset, he felt like he had been reborn and was covered in cold sweat.

Walking to the table for the third time.

"I will definitely not do it next time... Just destroy, just destroy. This is simply not something a normal person can do..."

Walking up to the table for the fourth time.

"It hurts, it hurts, no, I can't do this anymore..."

The fifth time.

"This is really the last time, I will never do this again... ugh..."

The sixth time.

"Hiss, no, no..."

The seventh time.

"it hurts……"

The eighth time.

"..."

The ninth time.

"elder sister……"

The tenth time.

The twentieth time.

The hundredth time.

After reading a lot of books, Squire Olivis finally found a way to relieve himself from pain - hypnosis. One night, with disheveled hair, wearing a long blood-red coat, shaking a golden pocket watch, he stared in the mirror and said to himself:

"Squee Olivis, the seventy-sixth generation writer."

"You take joy in sharing food."

"You get excited about the loss of flesh."

"You like the feel of the knife and fork cutting."

"You love the feeling of being eaten and you really want to chase that pleasure."

"You are a... super big bird."

The crimson eyes were slightly raised.

The golden pupils gradually became blurred and scattered, reflected in the mirror under the candlelight.

He stared at his somewhat unfamiliar self in the mirror with a smile, picked up the silver knife and fork, and stabbed his skin.

"Ha, hahaha, hu...hahahaha..."

The moment the blood gushes out, intense excitement and joy also appear.

In my heart, I was suddenly filled with joy for those bloody scenes. This kind of joy was extremely abnormal, morbid, and crazy, and even he felt that his mental state had become abnormal.

"I'm sick..." He covered his face with his palms, still maintaining a smile, with only a few drops of water falling down the gap:

"but."

"Sique Olivers...you finally won't be in pain anymore..."

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Vaguely, he was thinking.

If he is gone, the successor "Olivis" will probably encounter the same predicament as himself.

At that time, I hope that child is lucky and doesn't have to... experience such a thing.

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