"I've been wondering why people are born without any memory."

With Kenny's support, the seventy-nine-year-old Muqi raised his memory branch in his hand. After leaving the chair that imprisoned his soul and body, he forgot everything and his identity.

Forgot Chonghuang and Muqi.

But I didn't forget the gods.

"Later I realized that this was determined by the will of the world."

Holding the branches in his hand tightly, Mr. Muqi closed his eyes and felt the rough and inconspicuous wood, which he regarded as a treasure, "What the will of the world wants is balance. If people are born to carry

If there is memory, then the balance of this world will be broken. Without progress and without future, human beings will be forever imprisoned in the memories of the past. Just like me, trapped in a wooden chair."

"Therefore, when a person dies, he cannot put his memory in his soul. The soul can be reborn, but the memory cannot."

Mr. Muqi trembled away from Kenny's support. He staggered and walked alone to the Death God who was trapped in the place by the will of the void.

"You are the god who controls death. You can knead your soul at will, but you can't control our will and still have memories."

Bent down, his hand covered with gullies inserted a small branch on the land in front of the God of Death. Mr. Muqi did not let go of his hand. He looked at the seedling like a most diligent gardener, staring at the seedling in his eyes.

There are countless loves.

"You can't spy, so you can't search through my memory for the plans for the gods in my mind. You can't control the will of others, so even if you create a true void shell and plant the instinct of revenge in it,

But Void still did not kill. Void still remembers who the real enemy was."

The branches were inserted into the ground, and tender green buds slowly grew from the branches. In the shelter, a gentle woman suddenly stunned. She seemed to feel something in her heart and looked at the dark roof, tears inexplicably

She seemed to have forgotten someone, she only remembered that person was very kind and kind, and was the person everyone loved.

"Death can deter life, but it cannot control the will."

Sitting powerlessly on the cold ground, Old Man Muqi tightly grasped the branches in front of him. He smiled, just like more than 60 years ago, when he first realized the "rules", he said that

Inner, proud smile.

"The rules should not have subjective will. God of Death, I am ready for death, what about you?"

Mr. Muqi's blood stagnated and his heart stopped beating. His turbid eyes no longer had the light of the past, and his skin covered with gullies lost its blood.

The green bud grew rapidly, and it continued to grow towards the sky. As Mr. Muqi's life passed, the branch that had accompanied him for half his life was liberated by him. However, only Zhou Li knew that this seemingly ordinary one was

What is contained in the branches is the will of a country, the country of Muqi, and the memory and love for Mr. Muqi.

In the shelter, people seemed to notice something and raised their heads together. For some reason, their hearts suddenly fell into nothing. They looked at each other, tears disappeared in the darkness, and cried one after another.

Rings in the shelter.

"Who did I...forgot?"

Xiaoke, who summoned the radish general, blocked the gap, suddenly covered her chest. She lowered her head blankly, and there was a hint of green on the wasteland that was originally spread by the war. She felt that one was missing in her heart, one was missing.

A person who is very important to her.

Kaya stared at the gradually decaying old man in front of her. She didn't know who this was, nor why he leaned against the growing ancient tree in such a dangerous battlefield. But he vaguely felt it.

, This old man seems to be doing something great.

"You have completely integrated the memory of you in the world into your soul. Every soul has the love and longing of Muqi people for you. This tree is everything about the name Mr. Muqi, right?"

As the last branches were drawn out, the green leaves were lush. In this world, Zhou Li was still remembering this old man. His eyes were filled with complex emotions.

“It’s time.”

The old man could no longer answer Zhou Li, he was dead. A long time ago, he had planted everything with the name Mr. Muqi in every grass and tree in Havana. Now, the seeds sown have been sown by him.

Watering, it's time to grow.

"What are you going to do?!!!"

The god of Death is frightened.

He was scared.

He is indeed the embodiment of the rules, and death cannot be eliminated.

However, Zhou Li and Mr. Muqi had no intention of eliminating the rule of death from the beginning, and they could not do it. What they wanted to eliminate was "death" with consciousness.

"From the future, Death You will no longer have gods, Death You will only be the rule."

The Black Emperor, the Emperor, the brave man - Zhou Li held up the sword of power and issued his judgment on the gods.

The Kalis connect their wills and intertwined souls. The once-destructive race returns to reality again, and leads to justice revenge against the God of Death, led by Kaya Kalis, the newborn of the Kalis clan.

Finally, it is human, a dead human, Mr. Muqi.

The trees grew wildly, and the green leaves and branches trapped the God of Death. The once arrogant and arrogant God of Death was ridiculously trapped in it by ordinary trees. These contain longing and

The leaves of memory, with the last hope of Mr. Muqi, completely nailed the God of Death to this world.

"You can't do this! You are destroying yourself! The gods will not let you go!"

The god of Death roared wildly. He killed Mr. Muqi, but he was forced to watch Mr. Muqi's life. He touched these leaves and touched the will and memories of all the people of Muqi, the country.

.

He broke the rules, so he should receive punishment.

"I guess, your divinity has been deprived, right?"

The sword of power exudes chill, but Zhou Li's eyes were as calm as water. He looked at the hysterical god of Death, and his voice was unquestionably solemn: "Congratulations, Katz, you are not a god."

Void, endless void.

Kaya stretched out her hand, and she seemed to be touching the end of the space, but her amethyst-like eyes reflected the appearance of the world. The endless Karis void swallowed the world with the light of silver and purple.

"Don't you want to know the truth?! Don't you want to know why we were going to kill Caris?! I tell you, I will tell you all, don't kill me, let me go!!"

At this time, Katz had been deprived of all authority regarding "death". Now he is just a pitiful body that dies early, only his soul survives in the bones. He is trapped in the trees and looks at that

Gradually condensed, the terrifying purple light like a natural disaster, constantly begging.

When he heard the word truth, the light in Kaya's hand paused slightly. When he noticed this, Katz was ecstatic and continued: "Save me, I will tell you the truth about the gods, I

I know everything, I know everything! Please rest assured, I will use all my strength to make up for my sins, and I will repent!”

"oh."

Under Katz's desperate gaze, Kaya nodded slightly and said calmly: "You continue to repent."

"Don't forget to repent in hell."

The lights of silver and purple swallowed the darkness.
Chapter completed!