Since The Red Moon Appeared

The old dean is a madman.

He sacrificed the world, and he sacrificed himself.

Even, when he started offering sacrifices, the first sacrifice was himself...

It's no wonder that he won't be hurt at all at this time, whether it's the sneak attacking Twelve, or himself who used the God Particle.

Because he came up with this sacrificial ceremony called "God's Cage", and this altar is a ceremony to make a deal with the original, so he, who has become one of the factors of this altar, has reached the same level as the original. The same level, but the initial level is higher than everyone, whether it is these children in the orphanage, or Lu Xin who is digesting the only consciousness...

Such a discovery is even alarming.

When they came here, they wanted to ask what the old dean was doing, and then stop him.

However, the old dean has already started, and they don't even know where the altar is...

How to find this?

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As if feeling the consciousness and spiritual tentacles of their mad rush, the old dean shook his head gently.

Keep the change, please.

"The altar is not here, or rather, anywhere..."

He was as frank as before, and even on such an important issue, he didn't try to hide: "I don't like being stopped in the middle of the plan, so I always make things more detailed out of habit. The arrangement of this altar , Naturally, I am worried that no matter how well I do it, I will be stopped by others, so I chose to place this altar in a place where it cannot be stopped."

"abyss."

"The entire abyss is an altar, so it cannot be stopped."

"..."

"abyss……"

Everyone listened, and couldn't even understand that the altar was placed in the abyss, but the abyss is everywhere...

"children……"

The old dean continued to speak, and the smile on his face became more and more gentle.

He seemed to be proud, looking at the students in the orphanage in front of him, as if looking at his greatest work:

"I invite you to come, not to let you stop me, but to let you help me."

He explained softly, as if persuading: "Under the witness of the seven archangels, the sacrifice will really begin, and the world will be taken away at the very beginning. And the archangels are the ultimate. Witnesses and spokespersons of civilization, only with more than half of the final consent, this sacrifice will be meaningful and will be executed accurately and fairly!"

"However, I have no way to find the seven ultimates and make them willingly agree to this sacrifice."

"Because of the ultimate nature, they are very stubborn, or...stupid!"

"..."

He shook his head slowly, smiled, and said, "So, I have been cultivating you from the beginning."

"I hope that you can be the ultimate, as witnesses in this great sacrifice, and help me..."

"Help me go back to the good old days."

"Help me too, to bury this desperate and hateful world..."

"..."

"ultimate……"

The people in the orphanage who were in panic and chaos had no way of understanding what he said at this time. They formed a sharp contrast with the calmness and even joy of the old director. After making sure that the old director would not be hurt by his attack When they were affected, they had already lost all their confidence. Now, Lu Xin was anxiously recovering the wounds of No. 14, who had lost 90% of his life at this time.

Number two is helpless.

No. 8 was rushing towards the old dean again and again in vain.

Some even planned to run away, or search for the teacher's wife and two children to kidnap...

However, the old dean's voice poured into their ears uncontrollably.

This also caused endless doubts in their hearts...

How could I be the ultimate to help him witness all of this...

I am neither the ultimate, nor will I help him...

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"Becoming the ultimate is not difficult..."

The old dean explained in a low voice, as if giving them a lecture a long time ago:

"When a seat is empty, a new person is naturally needed to fill it."

"I can roughly guess Lin Mo's plan. It's just that he thought too much, so he had a problem with the choice, and I thought it was simpler. I only need you, in this sacrifice, with the ultimate Your identity, just help me to witness..."

"When you were in the Red Moon Research Institute, you were selected from thousands of polluters. Your characteristics have the greatest potential. Moreover, you once died and were resurrected with the original strength. His traits..."

"The vacant position, initially, your characteristics, plus the technology of a generation of researchers..."

"Let you temporarily become the ultimate, it becomes a simple matter..."

"..."

While talking, he gently stretched out his hand to the side, and a handful of playing cards with complicated patterns appeared in his hand.

This is a parasite container that was often used by a generation of researchers, but now it is in his hands.

Moreover, it seems that he is also good at using it.

While he was talking, he cast his eyes on No. 2, and said softly, "You are the first one, Nightmare of God."

"I disagree……"

Number two spoke in a trembling voice, and took a big step back.

At the same time, Lu Xin, who had just used the power of the spider system to sew up No. 14's belly, had already noticed the world happening here, and immediately stepped forward, trying to stop No. 2 and the old dean. Suddenly, however, he had just stepped forward, and suddenly, a wave of mental power refracted colors rushed over, pushing his body aside.

It is the power of the nightmare of the gods.

There are very few people who can block their own power now, and No. 2's Nightmare of God is one of them.

If he didn't have a strong determination to kill No. 2, he wouldn't be able to easily break the power of God's Nightmare.

"Son, I've said it before, and I don't allow you to refuse."

The old dean answered No. 2's words softly, and gently placed the blank playing card in No. 2's palm.

During the whole process, No. 2 refused.

But his body seemed to be crawled by countless worms.

His muscles, his limbs, or rather, his life, seemed to be out of his control.

It made him act like a robot, the whole person showed rejection and escape, but in fact he couldn't do anything, he could only accept the poker card obediently, and then the space around the whole person suddenly changed. Distorted and distant.

The body of No. 2 emitted multicolored light, and was pushed into the depths of the space, like a statue.

He is like a god statue, but also like a puppet, with tears streaming down his face, but he is in a position that shouldn't be there.

At the end, he cast a desperate look at Lu Xin, as if weeping silently:

"Number 9, when we met again, you should have killed me..."

"..."

"Life is life..."

As No. 2 was pushed into the depths of the space, No. 5 suddenly discovered something and yelled out loud.

No. 2 didn't want to be the witness of the sacrifice, but he had no choice. It seemed that another power made the decision for him. From the beginning to the end, he failed to resist the old dean, but used his own strength , Pushing Lu Xin aside who wanted to help.

This is because his life is not his own.

He was once killed by the tyrant, and then saved by the old dean, at that time...

"Yes……"

The old dean listened to No. 5's words, and nodded slightly: "Children, when you are rescued by me, your life no longer belongs to you. From the time I decided to rescue you, you have been the ultimate candidate I have chosen." , I thought that you might rebel when you grow up, so, at that time, I had already written the code into your life, preparing for this sacrifice."

As he spoke, he cast his eyes on number three.

At this time, No. 3 has already rushed out of the window and fled towards the distance.

However, the space was stretched endlessly, and his desperate running seemed to be just standing still.

The old dean stood beside him quietly, and said softly: "I was surprised that the pale hand didn't die in Qinggang, but now he really doesn't have the ultimate authority, so you It is not difficult to temporarily replace him."

He put a poker card into number three's hand.

With a slight push, number three let out a desperate roar, and a twisted and slender monster was pushed out of his body.

Its body was pale, with palms growing out, wriggling ferociously, and being pushed deep into the space.

"Madman, go to hell..."

No. 5 suddenly swung a ferocious chainsaw, and slashed at the old dean fiercely, cursing crazily.

But the old dean let the chainsaw cut into his body, but his movements were not affected at all. He put a poker card between No. 5's lips, and then pushed it lightly. The body of the rickety man was separated from his body, his limbs were soft and weak, and he fell into the depths of the space: "You will follow the power of domination and become a new staff Tibetan, although you don't have a staff."

"The girl in Qinggang chose another authority, which is a good thing for us..."

"..."

The old dean seemed to whisper in comfort, then turned around and held down No. 8 who was roaring and attacking him.

"Maybe in the future, if you have a chance, you can build your own midnight court."

"But now, you only need to temporarily witness as the ultimate, that's enough..."

"..."

Lu Xin was almost in despair, watching the old dean push the students into the depths of the space, looking at their painful and distorted faces, but looking at them like a god whose hands were bound. In this world, he felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness, which he had never experienced after he mastered the power of anger and began to digest his only consciousness.

Incompetent anger can't solve any problems...

And in his desperate eyes, he suddenly heard giggling laughter.

He saw a tall and funny clown, dancing a weird dance, coming from the twisted and elongated space.

Excited and happy, he walked to his place.

Then he saw a young girl with white hair appearing, quietly floating in this space with an expressionless face.

They stood in the depths of the space in six different orientations, bowed their heads slightly, and watched the world like bound gods. Under their eyes, the space appeared heavy and slow tearing, layers of dark red The rays of light emerged, the reality of this world and the projection of the abyss began to merge faintly, and a terrible tremor emerged from the abyss.

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Crowned clown.

nothingness.

The old dean somehow persuaded the crowned clown, and obtained nothingness from a generation of researchers.

Nothingness does not know how to refuse, and the clown is his partner.

So, he already possessed six of the seven archangels, and his sacrifice plan has been...

"Now……"

The old dean turned around slowly, glanced over the dying No. 14, No. 7 who sat beside the dining table dumbly, No. 12 who was full of unwillingness but was seriously injured, and No. 12 who was clenched with two small fists. Little Nineteen then shook his head lightly:

"You have also been candidates for my preparations. I like to make more preparations in case of emergencies."

"However, now I have enough choices. Your mission as candidates is complete, and you can leave at any time."

"Although, there is no difference whether to leave or not..."

"..."

Then, he looked at Lu Xin: "Son, you are the last..."

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"Why do you think I'll help you..."

Unspeakable anger welled up from Lu Xin's heart, and the black particles in his eyes seemed to form a vortex.

The strong sense of powerlessness aggravated his anger, and he couldn't stop his classmates from becoming the collared gods in the hands of the old dean, because the old dean had engraved the password in their lives long ago, and everything had already happened. Just preparing in secret...

But he was still unwilling.

I can't hurt the old dean, but it doesn't mean the old dean can hurt himself.

Even if he was close at first, now he has the capital to fight.

Besides, in my own life, there was no such weird thing written by the old dean...

"you will……"

But in response to Lu Xin's angry shout, the old dean just shook his head slightly.

"Child, you are the most representative of the original ultimate, and you are also a level beyond the ultimate."

"So, you are the altar master priest I chose, and you are also the one who can really help me promote this sacrifice..."

"you……"

He paused slightly, then looked at Lu Xin seriously: "You are my greatest work..."

"I also understand you. Your life has always been dark..."

"..."

"Crackling..."

Lu Xin almost gritted his teeth. Knowing that it was useless, he poured out his crazy spiritual power to the old dean. He could no longer tolerate the feeling that his fate was being manipulated, and he had no intention of creating a relationship with such a crazy plan. any involvement.

However, just as he was thinking like this, and even rushed over like this.

The old dean in front of him suddenly disappeared like a bubble, but the voice came from behind.

"Are you ready?"

Lu Xin suddenly felt a shudder in his heart, and turned his head abruptly.

Then he saw that the old dean was standing in a corner of the room, holding a gun in his hand that he didn't know if it was real.

The gun was aimed at the younger sister who was hiding on the ceiling.

"Actually, I can have the current plan because of the inspiration I found from you..."

The old dean slowly raised his head, looked at Lu Xin, and said: "After many years, when I saw you again, I saw Xiao Shiqi by your side. I killed her with my own hands, I didn't save her back, but she is alive by your side, can think, talk, and even has her own mischievousness and temper, you can see and feel it, as real..."

The old dean spoke slowly, stopped slightly, and then sighed softly: "Actually, when many people suffer severe blows or irreparable tragedies, they will develop a magical self-protection mechanism, but I didn't expect it. Tyrants will also..."

"Your consciousness split, and you put the dead Seventeen back to your side."

"You and her are there for each other, share the pain, the grief, the despair, the insecurities you feel all the time..."

"..."

The old dean stopped gently, and seemed to look at Lu Xin with some distress: "Son, do you know that you have a split personality?"

As he spoke, he lightly pulled the trigger.

"Boom!"

The powerful spiritual power instantly enveloped the younger sister who was climbing on the ceiling in a daze.

It seems that there are more than 23,000 words, but I am very happy.