Chapter 273 Hello, Aluma

Five seconds.

The second hand hits.

Click.

In the freeze-formed picture, Ista raised his right arm, and the flood rushed to the sky, while his bloodless face was filled with anger. A filthy tentacle was embedded in his chest, but it was difficult to reach half an inch by a diamond-like halo.

Holding the tower shield, Don Quixote bent over, and the black edge pierced through the barrier, but stopped in front of the Guardian Shield. Only the spirit of killing was left on his cool face. Don Quixote's eyes were thorned on the false body, but her defense did not shift at all.

The Knights Templar had already set their stage, like a sharp giant spear, nailing the evil that wanted to cross them to the spot. In one day, they lost the best captain and the best general, but they did not lose the courage and glory that Christine brought them.

False tentacles are everywhere, his anger and fear are mixed with them, and the hell-like pupils are full of absurd colors. He does not understand why humans organize counterattacks so quickly, nor does he understand why they dare to face themselves and face the existence they cannot fight against.

Even the weirdness of being born with power cannot resist me, why do you guys?

Three seconds.

The second hand rotates.

Click.

The false mouthpiece is growing, and the turbid corrosive liquid condenses in it. He only wants to kill these humans and kill these humans who dare to challenge the ancient gods. As long as he kills them, he will have a chance to become the god of literature.

Eluma closed her eyes tightly. She could feel how tragic the battle on the battlefield was. She could also feel the dull cry of Don Quixote when he was stabbed into his chest. When she was just standing quietly, the blue long skirt was like a shining pearl on this land full of blood and edges, allowing everyone to gain spiritual power.

This is not a moment of despair.

Two seconds.

Click.

The strong, dizzy acid liquid burst out from the false mouthparts, and everyone could see the rotten smell in it.

"Array!!!"

No one chose to retreat, no one chose to avoid it. They did not look back, but saw Eluma, the girl holding a scepter and a clock, waiting for the last moment to arrive.

They could see that outside the real world, a brave man named Zhou Li was looking for hope.

The Templar Legion listed the posture early, and they raised their heads and glared at the destructive horror acid. The shields and swords in their hands emitted dazzling light, the most precious gift that General Christine left to them.

Holding a tower shield and standing on the front line, Don Quixote bowed slightly. She did not pray or was not cowardly. She just remembered that Zhou Li once told her that the virtue of a knight is to preserve herself, deal with the enemy, and dedicate such things is the stupidest behavior.

"Sorry, Mr. Zhou Li."

With a slightly red lips opened, Don Quixote closed his eyes, and the badge of the Guardian Shield began to shine with diamonds. A hundred oath-taking knights stood in place behind her, their beliefs merged into one and condensed on the rose-like girl.

One second.

The corrosion of the acid made the first Templar soldier lose his arms, but he did not have any "instinctive reaction". The young man in his twenties gritted his teeth and stared at the acid that was about to swallow him, and let out his last roar.

Don Quixote's shield had been corroded into a huge pit, and a trace of acid completely disintegrated the arm armor of her right arm, and the deep white bones were exposed from the hole. She did not feel the pain, nor did she have any pain. What she did now was to lift the shield and protect the girl behind her.

it's over.

Just as the acid liquid was about to swallow the Templars and corrode Don Quixote, time froze.

Cut, pain, tear.

The first time it was false, it was impossible to describe what happened in his body in words. At this moment, only the tearing feeling that hit his soul was left in his mind. It was a kind of nothingness, painful echo, which he couldn't hear clearly, and did not dare to hear clearly.

No, no!

The fake huge body began to shrink rapidly, and the acid liquid turned into a pool of harmless sewage and fell on the ground. It shouted in horror, but could not shout any character no matter what.

It began to fear and tremble. It did not know what was going on with it, nor did it understand why it was so painful.

"All you do is just useless work."

In the dark clouds, the golden sunlight penetrated the black curtain and fell on the earth. In this Jordan, which had not seen the scorching sun for a long time, it falsely teared its body and shouted silently in pain.

Zhou Li slowly walked out from the side, holding a pen in his hand, a pen with no power and just half a piece of ink. He looked at the falsehood and said lightly: "Even if you really succeed, you wrote your work with the best human soul, you still cannot become the god of literature."

"Impossible! Impossible!"

Hearing this sentence, the false suddenly trembled wildly. He stared at Zhou Li fiercely and shouted angrily: "As long as you complete the work, as long as you complete the work! I can gain the recognition of literary authority, and I can become the god of literature! You are lying to me, you are lying to me!!"

"Do you know why you can never become the god of literature?"

Zhou Li's sudden words made the false stunned. Just as he was about to refute, Yu Guang glanced at the pen in Zhou Li's hand. Then, he seemed to understand something, as if he was struck by lightning.

"When you think that the essence of literature is false and that of human self-deception, you have lost the qualification to become the god of literature."

Walking on the stone road covered with sunlight, Zhou Li's soft leather shoes made a dull sound. He bent down, panic falsehood appeared in his eyes, and said calmly: "Real literature is love."

"impossible!"

Roaring, the false is like a fox posing for the power of a tiger, shouting in despair: "You humans are all selfish and full of hatred. You only know that there is nothing in the book, and you always use pen and paper to pour out your desires. The love you are talking about is nothing but your hypocritical goodwill, disgusting! disgusting!"

"The God of Literature was born because of human love, and died because of his love for humanity."

He gently placed the tip of the pen on the false body. Zhou Li looked at the false, but the gentle man he had only met once appeared in his eyes.

"Literature is created by humans."

The pen pierced into the false heart. At the last moment, the false understood the words in Zhou Li's mouth. A dead gray color appeared on his face, and deep despair. Because he finally understood that everything he did was just a joke.

The true god of literature is not Thomas, nor can it be himself.

Only humans.

Because only humans are complex, they have pure love and will also develop hatred because of love. They will write about the beauty of human nature in books and also write about the ugliest human nature. They have virtues that make gods feel inferior, but they also have evil that makes demons frightened. They are the most complex creatures in the world, but the simplest creatures.

When humans lift their pen and write the first text on paper, they will use their simple souls to build a colorful world called "Literature".

Because, they have always possessed treasures called "love".

"Your life is only filthy and deception. You cannot understand what love is. You cannot have emotions called love for any existence."

Seeing the gradual loss of life, his face full of unwillingness and despair, Zhou Li wiped the pen in his hand and murmured softly: "You don't even love the words you wrote yourself, why do you control literature?"

"Even if it is a tragedy, it must be a tragedy that the author loves."

The false god lost his life.

The sunlight fell on the earth, and people felt the warm touch, and the joy and sorrow after the war were mixed together. They did not burst out with deafening cheers, nor did they cry wildly. They just stood silently, saying nothing, and doing nothing.

The Templar, whose arms were corroded, had saved his life by his comrades with his life tie. He stared at the empty street in front of him. The potholes that were falsely smashed and the surrounding corroded traces reminded him that the war had happened. Everything around him was extremely quiet at this time. On this street of the final battle, he felt peace.

it's over.

it's all over.

Zhou Li came to Aluma, and he said nothing, because when the sky-blue eyes that contained all the beauty of the world reflected his figure, Zhou Li truly felt the existence of life.

He walked forward and gently held Eluma's hand. The scepter was placed aside. The Book of Gaia floated in the air. Zhou Li put the back of Eluma's hand on his forehead. The warmth that made him feel at ease made Zhou Li remove all the burden.

“Eluma…”

The dull, expectant voice sounded. The behavior of passing through the soul of an ancient god made Zhou Li feel palpitations. But he had no regrets or any worries because he knew...

"I've been there all the time."

Without any concern about the blood on Zhou Li's body, he swept Zhou Li into his arms. Aluma pressed against Zhou Li's cheeks, and his voice fell gently into Zhou Li's heart like a clear spring. At this time, the black emperor's mist also became gentle and drifted faintly beside the two.

People's eyes were gathered on Aluma and Zhou Li. Their eyes were full of fatigue, but they could not hide their pure reverence. Whether it was Zhou Li who defeated the ancient god or Aluma who reversed the situation of the war, they were all heroes worthy of respect for everyone. They had paid too much for this city that had nothing to do with them.

Putting it in Zhou Li's ear, Eluma said softly: "Ista and Gerost have both gone to treatment, they are fine."

"Um."

"Kaya and Linghai have saved many people, so I should praise them."

“Yes.”

"The command of the El brothers and sisters and the Lin sisters protected many civilians."

“They did a great job.”

"Don Quixote went to treat, too."

"good."

"We won."

"Yes, we won."

Looking up and staring at Eluma's eyes, Zhou Li said firmly: "We have won."

Holding Aluma's hand, Zhou Li turned around, looking straight at the Jordanians covered in blood and with light on their faces, calmly, in a voice that everyone could hear, swearing to everyone.

"This is your victory."

"The victory belongs to the people of Jordan."

When Zhou Li spoke, the soldiers and the masses, who were a little dazed, reacted and defeated the terrifying ancient god.

victory…

"We won?"

"Win..."
To be continued...