Chapter 43 43. The man who left Yuan to die (please collect it during the new book period! Please read it!)
The land is desolate, as if all vitality has been cut off here. The cracks that are constantly appearing on the ground seem to be torn apart by something. Looking from above, this continent has been torn into pieces and destroyed, and there are countless unknown things on the ground.
The force pulls it up and floats in the air, everything is telling destruction
The corpses piled up on this land were all turned into ashes under a huge force, as if none of this had happened, as if nothing had died.
And just above this land filled with deathly silence, there is a man with an oriental face half-kneeling on the ground, supporting the next companion who is about to become a corpse.
You can hardly find any human characteristics in his body. Bloody and bloody is the best adjective.
The situation of the man supporting him was not much better. He struggled to stand up. He struggled to stand up with his body without knee support, but he couldn't do it. He tried his best and could only half kneel on the ground to support him.
The companion beneath him, even if his soul has not surrendered at all, his body has already fallen
But this man's eyes did not stay on these injuries. He raised his head with difficulty and looked around. His eyes were lifeless, and he only glanced at everything around him blankly.
The blood-red sky was filled with countless cracks like spider webs. The concept called "Sky" seemed to be a glass product that was forcibly bonded, as if everything would fall apart with just a light touch.
And above the vast blood-red sky, there was a huge and blurry shadow.
Solemn, sacred, powerful, indescribable... Even if all human words of praise are exhausted, they cannot fully describe that great existence.
Although no one had ever seen this kind of existence before, when they saw that great existence for the first time, the only word they could think of was one word - God!
"Where are the other... people?" the man's companion asked, looking at the sky with blank eyes.
"They are all dead. You are the only survivor I have seen." The man said flatly in an almost cold voice. An inexplicable power continuously flowed out of his hands to maintain the vitality of his companions.
"Is this...?" The man's companion murmured softly: "Are we the only ones left?"
"...Ah, yes." After a long silence, the man looked up at the bloody sky and seemed to be talking to his companions. He also seemed to be muttering to himself: "Only...us are left..."
"Is it...?...There's nothing we can do about it...after all...we are facing that kind of existence." The man's companion smiled miserably, and he raised his hand tremblingly and faced it with the palm of his hand.
Facing the blood-red sky, tears could not stop flowing from the corners of his eyes: "What... If I had known that the enemy we were going to face was God... I would not have messed with you... I would have thrown myself into the arms of God... But I
This has always been a dream..."
The man's companion is a sincere believer. Every time he goes into battle, he will pray to the gods for the safety of himself and his companions. However, the funny thing is that the last battle in his life will be against the gods themselves!
"Stop talking..." the man whispered, with an undetectable tremor in his voice.
The strength in his hand became stronger, and the energy injected into his palm became more. He tried to maintain the vitality of his companions, but their lives still inevitably came to an end - under the power of God,
Death cannot be reversed by any means.
"But...it's not a bad feeling to get to know you." The companion's hand slowly dropped, and he showed an extremely pure smile to the man: "Thank God..."
"do not talk……"
"Then... I'm sorry... I probably... can only accompany you so far... Everyone... is still waiting for me in that world..."
"do not talk……"
"But... you are the only one... you alone can't do it! Live... Chief... Boss... Zhang Ziwei... Live!" The man's companion stretched out his hand and tightly grasped the collar of the man he called Zhang Ziwei, as if
Using all his strength, he yelled like crazy: "Take our share to survive! Then... take revenge on God! Take revenge on the source of everything!"
"Stop talking!" Zhang Ziwei's voice also became louder, and he shouted to his companions in an almost roaring manner.
"If it's you... you can definitely do it... so... survive..." The force from his companion's hand gradually became smaller, until finally a voice like a breeze came from his throat, "May the gods...
…bless you……"
"Stop talking..." Zhang Ziwei lowered his head, looked at his companion who was getting colder in his arms, and said hoarsely in an almost pleading tone: "Don't...please pray to God anymore..."
Although Zhang Ziwei understands that the god mentioned by his companions is not the same thing as the world-destroying existence, but... what is the difference between this god and that god at this moment?
But they are all gods, but they are all just... goods!
…
"..." The man slowly opened his eyes and stared at the familiar ceiling for a long time, unable to regain his consciousness.
After a long time, he stretched out his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.
"I had that dream again." The man named Zhang Ziwei lifted the quilt from the bed, revealing the strong muscles of his upper body.
He got out of bed and went to the bathroom. He looked at the mirror in front of the sink and was speechless for a long time.
How long has it been since that time?
Two hundred years or three hundred years?
He couldn't remember clearly.
However, even though he couldn't remember the specific time, the scenes from the past seemed to be rooted in the depths of his mind like a virus.
Zhang Ziwei turned on the faucet, and the cold water drops slapped his warm cheeks.
At that time, he really wanted to die.
Facing that unspeakable great existence, behind him is the end of the world where tomorrow and hope have long been lost.
Even if he has the last hope of his companions, even if he has a deep-seated hatred for the superior god.
But in the end, all of them are still unable to defeat the powerlessness and despair originating from the soul.
He was really tired at that time, so tired that he could no longer think of saving everything.
Until later...
well……
well……
well……
But since there is a future, it might as well... no, it must be...
"Tick tock...tick tock..."
Zhang Ziwei turned off the faucet, and the water droplets on his face slowly dripped along the arc of his chin. In the silent house, it was so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be clearly heard.
Zhang Ziwei raised his head and looked at the mirror in front of the sink. Suddenly, hundreds of cracks appeared on the mirror.
Countless fragments reflected the same face, and countless pairs of eyes looked at Zhang Ziwei outside the mirror.
Weird and harmonious.
"Destiny..." Zhang Ziwei looked at himself in the mirror and seemed to be talking to himself and asking about the illusory existence: "How long are you going to make me wait..."
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On the other hand, the unlimited area residential area
Li Shu and Wuming left their personal space and came to an endless horizon like the starry sky.
Here @No. 1, the prototype of the character who appears in this chapter is him. He is a relatively important character in the future plot. In addition, the world that appears in this chapter will also appear as my first original world in the future.
