Jiutian had a dream.

A very long dream.

In the dream, a one-eyed black giant walked across the ruined land.

Tears accumulated from those huge, lonely eyes.

So it opened its big mouth and started to devour.

It eats the world, eats its closest relatives, and eats everything it loves.

In the end, tears streaked across its sinful body.

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It is really a long dream, as if it has no end.

It feels like my body is sinking downward.

Does drowning also feel like this?

I can't remember anything clearly, and I don't want to remember anything clearly.

Just sleep like this, just sink in like this?

I don't want to wake up.

"Jiutian..."

Who is calling me?

No, she was calling Jiutian.

Aren’t I just Jiutian?

No, I am not.

Then who am I?

"Jiutian."

It's so annoying, don't make any noise.

"Jiutian!"

I……

"Hey, you woke up so soon? I haven't had enough fun yet."

"That's all, I'm looking forward to seeing you next time, Wang."

"Appreciate everything you have done, King!"

"Hehehehe...hahahahaha!"

"..."

Rain or blood wetted the tip of his nose. This was the only touch that Jiutian could feel after he woke up.

It was wet and cold, like being buried in the mud.

My fingers are sticky and my body is sticky too.

So tired.

He found himself kneeling in a huge pit, with traces of black air still exuding from the soil.

No, that's not black energy.

That's... mental power?

Jiutian feels very familiar.

That is your own mental power.

But isn't my spiritual power moon-white? Why is it... like this?

There were bursts of tearing pain in his brain, and he found something warm in his hand.

It was a gun, but it was dyed blood red.

Seeing it, Jiutian's energy recovered a little.

It's "Qingyu". This is what she gave me... "Qingyu".

Its barrel was still warm, indicating that it had been fired not long ago.

But I obviously fainted, when did it happen...

Jiutian suddenly saw everything in front of him clearly.

Countless corpses were piled up around him, and countless pale bones were still emitting black spiritual power, like gunpowder smoke after being bombarded by artillery fire.

Behind him, there is a throne made of accumulated bones.

Everything as far as the eye can see is scorched earth. Even though some remaining buildings can be seen vaguely, it still does not prevent this place from becoming a flat wasteland.

A black desert where millions of lives are buried.

Jiutian wanted to move, but his exhausted body refused to obey his orders, and his dry soul was worse than he thought. It seemed that he would be unable to move for a while.

Ah, so tired.

He looked up at the sky. Dark clouds covered the moon, and blood was raining in the sky, soaking his clothes.

Did they collect corpses and throw them into the air to simulate a rainfall? It's really a bad idea.

Not long after regaining consciousness, Jiutian regained control of the current situation.

He understood what was going on around him and what had happened.

How many people have you killed?

Ten million? Twenty million? Or more?

Orxiu is dead, Dongfang Yani is also dead.

Yunyun...is also dead?

Jiutian suddenly wanted to laugh.

What are you fighting for today?

The whole rain of blood lasted for half an hour, and Jiutian also knelt in the huge pit in a daze for half an hour.

The image of Wen Yunyun before her death kept flashing in his mind, with her skin, flesh and bones peeled off and burned inch by inch.

Every time he thought about it, his heart felt like it had been stabbed, but he couldn't stop thinking about it, so he couldn't stop suffering.

Gradually, more images were recalled.

Women scream in terror, men angrily reprimand, old men beg for mercy, babies cry...

And the way they died in my hands.

Jiutian recalled everything.

"That's great, so my dad won't stop us from being together."

"Hey, you woke up so soon? I haven't had enough fun yet."

"Jiutian, live well."

"That's all, I'm looking forward to seeing you next time, Wang."

"Jiutian, I like you."

"Appreciate everything you have done, King!"

Jiutian slammed his hands on the ground, shaking this fragile continent.

A shrill wail erupted from his mouth and spread to the scorched earth around him.

Why?

Is it just me who survives?

After howling, he lay on the ground panting for a long time.

It wasn't until he saw the touch of silver on his wrist that he stood up tremblingly.

Gently stroking the dim mechanical bracelet with his fingers, Jiutian's eyes could not help but burst into tears.

There seems to be a familiar scent lingering on it, and a small figure seems to be reflected on it.

He thought of those eyes, and when he looked at her for the last time, it started to rain lightly.

He held the bracelet that was out of control, fearing that it would dissipate from his fingers like quicksand.

After a while, he spoke with difficulty.

"Xiao Qi?" Jiutian's voice was tired and trembling, "Are you still there?"

"Boss... boss?" Xiao Qi's voice seemed to be crying, "You are finally back!"

Would intelligent life also have such a tone? Jiutian couldn't think deeply about it.

The heritage armguard is tougher than I thought, and it can actually withstand such violent power output.
To be continued...