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Chapter 1054 407 God War (End, 4k, finale tomorrow)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 1054 407. God War (End, 4k, finale tomorrow)

Death is a natural law.

In fact, it should be one of the first things discovered by humans, which fascinates and puzzles them.

Throughout the ages, countless people have tried to explore the afterlife. The invincible king built a huge army, eager to establish his kingdom again in the underworld.

Tourists who seek immortality and medicine travel all over the world, treasure the medicinal materials they accidentally discover, and try the medicine themselves. They climb the peaks where legend has it that immortals exist, just for the sake of an illusory possibility, trying to escape death.

But no one can escape, unless you happen to be an immortal. And this illustrates another thing, that is, death is also a kind of rule.

Since it is a rule, someone must be able to break it.

But what the mage didn't expect was that the method chosen by Eternal Heaven was to completely erase this part of Nurgle's power.

Looking at the dark green clouds floating in the false starry sky, the mage couldn't help but have a somewhat complicated look in his eyes - if you make one wrong step, even a god will become a tool.

The loving father he once was no longer exists, leaving only an essence of power that instinctively operates the rules he left behind.

I don't know how the group of Nurgle demons that still exist will react after learning about this.

He Shenyan shook his head and threw all his thoughts out of his mind. He raised his hands, and the stars turned upside down and moved, pouring down in front of him like a waterfall.

The world condensed at this moment, and the huge amount of magic power caused the nature of the spell to change.

The false starry sky began to gradually become smaller, and the original boundary began to shrink smaller and smaller at this moment, as did the size, until it became a dark green glass ball that was held lightly in the hand of the mage.

The essence of Nurgle lies within.

Seeing this, his weird sense of humor began to work again - once upon a time, Nurgle's garden was blown up many times by him with psychic bombs, but now, the remains of himself have become an extremely dangerous weapon.

bomb.

What is this?

He didn't think about it for too long, because there were still many things that needed to be resolved. The mage had a thought in his mind and planned to cross the border again. But the emperor's psychic communication rang in his ears at the right time.

+What should I do now?+

+You ask me?+

+Who else should I ask? Tell me, mage. I need to find a reason to escape from this situation. They are surrounding me on the Vengeance and asking me if I really want to teleport them away.+

He Shenyan had to admit that he almost laughed out loud at this moment.

+This is your retribution, Your Majesty. I suggest you adapt to it from now on. I'm afraid similar things will happen many more times.+

+Mage?+

+Mage, are you still there?+

The Emperor called many times, but no one answered.

——

This is not the first time Perpetua has created the world. In fact, this is the many times she has lost count.

Creating a world is a complicated process. For some people who are not good at this, they need to do a lot of preliminary research, and they need to be extremely careful to create a world that is not so perfect, and even require multiple post-maintenance.

However, for Perpetua, this kind of thing is just instinct.

She was born to create the world from the beginning, this is her instinct.

The expression of the goddess of creation was very focused. She raised her hand, and her slender fingers seemed to be dancing among the twinkling sea of ​​stars. The majestic and surging power was vented from the fingertips, among the twinkling sea of ​​stars.

Forming upside down silver star points.

Then, they gathered together and gradually became a small ball. Perpetua gently held it up, with 120,000 care and love - she stared at the world that had not yet been completely born, like

I saw some hope.

"bass."

At this moment, there was a sound that sounded like a blade being unsheathed behind her. The goddess turned around and saw a human wearing dark green armor looking at her calmly through the eyepiece on his helmet. On his left hand,

The pop-up arm blade was flashing with cold light.

"Ah, interesting. A human being with such a heavy obsession?"

DOOM didn't react at all to her words, he just raised his arm blade and pointed it at her face like a threat.

"You want me to stop?" Perpetua smiled. "Why, soldier?"

DOOM still didn't answer, but slowly took a step forward. With just this step, the smile on Perpetua's face completely disappeared.

"You?" She frowned. "You killed the creator of your own world?"

"Yes." A deep voice sounded from behind the helmet, the monosyllabic words were extremely concise, but other than that, DOOM did not say any more words.

He just extended his right hand towards Perpetua, and his meaning was very obvious.

Stop or die.

It's your choice.

"It's unbelievable." The goddess of creation slowly shook her head. "Who can create a monster like you?"

"God." DOOM replied, then jumped up.

The cold light on the arm blade reached its peak at this moment, and this weapon had broken away from the destiny it was originally forged. It was only used to kill demons at first, but later it was stabbed into the neck of the God of Creation by DOOM himself.

At this moment, it is thirsting for the blood of another creator god.

Perpetua shook her head. Time seemed to be stretched out at this moment. She could clearly see DOOM's arm blade stabbing her, and she could also see the undisguised and naked murderous intent in his eyes behind his eyepieces.

.

But she didn't hide.

"Stop for a moment, friend."

A voice sounded beside them, and DOOM immediately stopped moving and turned to look at the black-robed mage who was speaking. He nodded at the latter and spoke a complete sentence for the first time.

"Where is he?"

"Conrad Coates is dealing with some family matters. If you want to ask him to play rock and roll again, my suggestion is to wait a moment and ask, are you still practicing heavy metal?"

DOOM nodded. He was originally full of murderous intent, but now he looked a little frustrated: "It's difficult."

"Thank you for saving me, Gem."

"save you?"

The mage turned his head and smiled as if he heard a big joke: "I'm curious, how did you come to this conclusion, Ms. Perpetua?"

The Goddess of Creation shrugged calmly: "I am in the weak period after the creation of the world, and I have no power to resist this DOOM. If you had not spoken to stop me, then I must be dead by now."

The smile on the mage's face gradually turned into a cold and terrifying smile. He grinned, and a gloomy mania appeared on his pale face.

"Make no mistake," he said coldly. "If killing you hadn't caused turmoil in the worlds you created, you would have been killed by my friends half a minute ago."

"Your friend.?"

"Yes." DOOM's deep voice sounded again. "Friend."

He did not withdraw his arm blade. At this moment, the weapon that had killed gods was still shining with cold light.

"Now, the situation has been reversed, Ms. Perpetua." the mage said. "To be honest, I don't understand such paranoid gods like you, but I don't want to understand - so, you now have two

Choice. First, leave. Second, die."

"Will you really let me die?" Perpetua asked doubtfully.

She's not trying to cover it up with her acting skills, but she's really confused, the real deal.

"Would you let so many people die from the changes brought about by the turmoil in the world just to vent your emotions?"

"I am a cross-border mage." He Shenyan replied coldly. He did not explain directly, but responded to Perpetua with some unclear words.

The gloomy mania began to spread on his face, making this handsome face look very scary at the moment. DOOM turned his head and glanced at him, but didn't say anything.

"In other words, I am a cross-border mage who has experienced a long journey and feels extremely tired."

"I don't have that much energy to explain it to you anymore - let me make it clear. There is no magic in the White Tower that can cut off the connection between the gods and the world. You have to try to see if what I said is true or false.

?"

He took a step forward, clenched his right hand, and a dark light bloomed from it, with an undisguised threat. Perpetua did not care about the threat, and she even began to smile.

"You are really tired." She said softly, and then began to walk towards the mage.

DOOM tilted his head in confusion, not really understanding what the other party was doing, but he still held up his arm blade dutifully, ready to stab Perpetua in the chest at any time.

However, the scene DOOM expected did not happen. He did not see Perpetua suddenly launch an attack, nor did the mage gesture to him to let him take action. He only saw the god gently raising his hand, as if

I want to touch the mage's face.

"Stay away from him!"

A voice sounded from not far away, carrying a naked threat - and then, a stream of light flashed, knocking Perpetua into another galaxy like a meteor hitting the ancient earth.

"."

The mage turned his head and looked at DOOM, who told him with calm eyes: I didn't understand what just happened either.

"My messenger."

Someone called softly behind him. The mage turned his head and saw Death in a black robe staring at him calmly. Then, she slowly showed a smile.

"Although you have not used the power I gave you, your understanding of it is deepening." Death said with a smile. "This is very interesting. What made you change like this?"

The mage sighed and did not answer, but his mood gradually became calmer. He knew that the overall situation had been decided.

Everything has been solved.

Eternal Paradise, the evil god in the subspace, Perpetua. The longest severe winter he has experienced so far has passed.

He did it. Once upon a time, this journey started because of an unfair scale.

The chip on the left is the life of a girl. The chip on the right is a whole world. It is one of the many legacies left by his past teacher, and it is something he has to deal with.

It was also his hope to return home.

The mage spread out his right hand, and at some point a gem appeared on it. There were sparkling waves inside, and if you listened carefully, you seemed to be able to hear the breath of the sea.

"Do you still want to go home?" Death asked quietly.

She seemed to know what the mage wanted.

"It's not important anymore, is it?" the mage said softly.

It's impossible for me to go back.

He spread his hands and let the gem float. He looked at him quietly until it turned into dust. The timeline bound in the gem and the deduction prophecy about returning home all turned into false powder at this moment.

He doesn't care anymore.

The end of this journey no longer matters.

He has found a place where he wants to stop.

not to mention.

A quiet smile appeared on the mage's pale face. He rubbed the ring on the ring finger of his right hand. It sparkled, as if it was responding to his thoughts.

"If you want, this is not the end - you still have a lot to do, my messenger." Death said softly. "You are completely free, and all responsibilities have nothing to do with you anymore. Why not start again?

Start by becoming a free traveler?"

"Maybe in a few hundred years I will travel around like you said, but now I am tired."

"You have been bound by other people's responsibilities for so long, and you want to stop here?"

"I'm tired," the mage repeated. "I'm so tired, death. I just want to rest."

The god representing death smiled slightly, and his beautiful and quiet face gradually faded away, leaving only the skull representing death.

She came to the mage, opened her arms, and hugged him. The mage felt no ambiguity. The rough bone touch came from the opposite side of the hug, but he felt an unprecedented calmness.

"You really understand, my messenger." Death whispered. "This is the meaning of death, to give rest to the tired, to give peace to the violent, to give peace to the suffering."

She held the mage's hand and looked at him expectantly, completely forgetting her promise to Seyani - or maybe she had no intention of keeping it from the beginning.

"How, do you want to truly accept death?" she asked expectantly, with a slight upturn at the end, and a little trembling.

Faced with her sincere request, the mage did not answer immediately. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the breath of death. It was calm and distant, with nothing but tranquility. This was exactly what he wanted.

.

but

A sly smile slowly bloomed on his face.

Then he pushed away death, calmly and resolutely.

"No," he said. "I have died twice, and both times it made me feel at ease, as if I lived just for the peace of mind after death. But, now I don't think so."

"Living is a good thing." The Master said with a smile. "Love, like-minded friends, a place that truly accepts me and is enough to call me home. Everything I need, I have found.

Already."

He looked at death and repeated: "So, living is a good thing, I'd better not die yet."

Death looked at him with a little regret. No one except her would know what kind of psychological changes this mage had just experienced.

He was already tired of everything, his enthusiasm was washed away by fatigue, and even his sanity became precarious in the endless torture. He was just a little bit away from truly embracing death, but just when he was just a step away,

But he gave up on his own initiative.

It wasn't hope that saved him.

It wasn't love that saved him.

Nor friends, home, or ideals.

But a kind of desire for life.

"I have known you for a long time, Master. I have been watching you before you even knew I existed. You have a strong tendency to self-destruct."

"Everything you do contains a strong desire for death. You don't really want to live. In fact, you even long for rest, but not anymore."

"You have finally found the meaning of life. I want to congratulate you, He Shenyan."

Death smiled and shook his head, and his figure gradually disappeared among the endless sea of ​​stars, leaving only the last whisper.

"No one can escape death, but life itself makes death meaningful. Now, you will truly live for yourself."

(End of chapter)