Chapter 1460 Chapter 110 "OE's Last Holy Communion (7)"
Chapter 14OE·The Last Holy Communion (7)”
[After the fox climbed out of the pit, it walked a long, long way.]
[At first, it encountered a big fox with evil intentions. It tried its best to scratch the big fox's face and escaped.]
[Then, it encountered a gloomy big black eagle and a flowery vine.]
[The big black eagle said sullenly: "I can lend you my wings. After you learn to fly, you don't have to worry about falling into the pit. But I'm hungry, you have to give me the animals in the pit as food."]
[The vine also said: "Hehe, hehe, I can help you, little fox. But if you don't find food for us, we will eat you."]
[The fox thought for a while: "Okay, you follow me. ”】
【It turned around, took a step with its short legs, and ran towards the pit.】
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The scarlet flames wrapped around the knife and fork behind Su Mingan.
The dark snow blocked all attacks, and no one could interfere with this scene.
“Who can, who can stop…” Under the heavy power, people could hardly make a sound. Yamada Choichi clenched his fists with a creaking sound, and grief was revealed in his eyes.
Noel stared at Su Mingan, watching Su Mingan gradually become transparent and gradually merge into himself…
The river between them was completely dried up.
“【Oh, pale Ophelia, beautiful as snow! 】” The shadow of the seventh seat emerged, opened his radiant eyes, and danced around Noel and sang:
“【Yes, child, you have been buried in the turbulent river! 】”
White and red birds sang around.
Under the red sun, the drama of the "magician" entered its final act.
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In a corner where no one cared, Su Mingan's ink-gold feather pen lost its owner, slowly fell, and fell into a person's hand.
The person held the feather pen with both hands and held it devoutly.
A disembodied voice sounded in his ears: "Hello, a child with wild thoughts, a magnificent heart, and extremely devout faith, are you willing to take this feather pen and become the 77th generation of "Oliviers"? "
This is the voice of the world tree.
The 76th generation of "Oliviers", Su Mingan and Si Que, both fell into a state of inability to move, and Luo Vasha began to automatically look for the next "Oliviers".
"…I do. "The man slowly raised the corners of his lips and smiled.
He has golden hair, emerald green eyes, a broad forehead, and gentle eyebrows. He wears a plain priest's robe embroidered with a golden lighthouse, white gloves on his hands, and pure white leather boots. Every move reveals the cleanliness and dignity of the clergy.
Rovasha's selection criteria for "Oliviers" are people who are very creative, spiritual, and good at imaginative fantasy. Originally, Noel was the one who best met this condition, but now it's this man's turn.
Artists often have something in common with mental patients, Si Que is like this, and so is this man.
"...Father God." The young man with blond hair and blue eyes touched his chest with his right hand, and a white daffodil bloomed on his chest. He stared at Su Ming'an with his eyes closed in the sky, and muttered to himself:
"【Unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink his blood, you have no life in you (-"John 6:51-56")】. ”
“Father God, the bread you are going to give is your flesh, given for the life of the world. You have dedicated yourself to the world, and every move you make is what I want. I will repay you sincerely in gratitude for your generosity. "
He lowered his head and licked the blood and flesh spots left by Su Ming'an, showing a happy expression, as if it was a delicacy from the mountains and the sea.
With his consent, a laurel wreath made of wheat ears gathered from the air and slowly fell on his head. However, he has not officially become the 77th generation of "Olives", but only temporarily.
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["The Last Supper"]
[Story type: Ancient mythology]
[Creator: Boris]
[Story summary: There is a legend in the murals of the Celestial Clan. It is said that the ancestors of the Celestial Clan once held a grand dinner party, and everyone sat around and shared their gods...]
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[Su Ming'an completely refused to let Boris join the team. But the prophet Aland said that according to the prediction, Boris would play an important role in Luowasha. Su Ming'an had no choice but to pull this person in.]
...
For his own story, Boris initially just planned to be a headline party. After all, he couldn't really eat the Father God Su Ming'an.
Who knows, as the situation develops, he finds that things are beginning to rush more and more towards the theme of "The Last Supper". The Lord of the End of All Things is pressing step by step, and the truth of the world game is gradually revealed. Su Ming'an is moving towards the end of self-sacrifice step by step, as if it is a kind of destiny.
Boris began to wonder whether he had his own inspiration first, just like the wings of a butterfly pushing the torrent of fate, allowing things to gradually develop like this, or whether this was an inevitable ending from the beginning, and he just happened to catch the inspiration from the future?
Was it Zhuang Zhou who dreamed of a butterfly, or was it the butterfly who dreamed of Zhuang Zhou?
However, no matter what, things have come to this point, let's eat first.
Boris swallowed the light spots in the air with big mouthfuls, originally wanting to live up to the blood and flesh given by the Father God, but he didn't expect to accidentally become the next Olivers. However, even if it wasn't him, it would be other people with extremely high imagination, such as Yamada Machiichi, Yi Song, etc.
Boris took the feather pen with a heavy heart.
...Even if he becomes the next Olivers, so what? He had never learned how to write a story, and he knew nothing about Rovasha's history. He doesn't know how to move the drama memory lenses, nor how to graft a reasonable breaking logic into the millions of drama memory lenses. This is too difficult. Even if the positions of several drama memory lenses are changed, what can be changed?
But the moment he held the ink-gold quill, Burris was startled.
He saw several paragraphs of text, which had already been stored in the quill:
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[Hello, the next Olivis. 】
[No matter who becomes the next Olivis, please remember:]
[Please turn on the reading mode of the "Book of the World", browse to the 1241st drama memory lens "Death of the Butterfly", and replace it with the current drama memory lens. 】
[Doing this may solve the current crisis. 】
[Of course, as a writer, you may not be able to bear the need to bring back such a distant memory lens, and your soul may even be destroyed. So, the choice is yours. 】
[I don’t know who you will be... I hope you make a choice you don’t regret. 】
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"...These are the words left by God the Father?" Burris was a little shocked: "The 1241st drama memory lens...what is it?"
He immediately opened the "Book of the World" and took a look. The general content was that the protagonist Su Mingan met Lu Shen who was beheaded and pretended to be dead on the world chessboard in the first level of the disciple game. Then he met the knight Qianqin and the golden retrievers. It was not too much. Intense content.
Oh, no, that's not right.
Burris opened his eyes wide.
At the beginning of this piece of drama memory lens... there is an extra piece of content from beginning to end that is completely unrelated to the main plot, has no beginning and no end, and I don't even know who left it.
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【Extinguishing Fire. 】
[A beautiful match. 】
[A bottle of delicious drink. 】
【This is what I leave to you. 】
【——】
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This... what is this?
Who left it?
The fifth seat of Spark? Eleventh seat? Boss Rabbit? Duplicate shadow? The Supreme Lord?
Burris's heart was shaken violently. For a moment, he had a particularly absurd guess in his mind -
——Is it left by Noel Akinni?
No, no...how is that possible. How could Noel leave something to deal with himself in advance? This guy only has the new world in his eyes, how could he find himself unhappy.
Time was running out, and Burris stopped thinking about it. He quickly focused on the most critical issue - should he follow what Father God said and adjust this drama memory lens to the present?
As a writer, if I do this, my small body will definitely not be able to bear it, and my soul will even be destroyed...
"I am a refined egotist. If this kind of decision threatens my life, I should say no immediately. No matter the flood, the rise and fall of the world has nothing to do with me..." Burris wanted to throw away the quill.
The next moment, the professional passiveness from the "Lighthouse Priest" swept up - as a priestly profession, Burris kept himself in a hypnotic state of "extremely devout belief in Su Ming'an". Only by maintaining the most sincere faith can he obtain the most abundant benefits. . This is also his code of conduct along the way.
He can be pious, he can be intoxicated, he can love Su Ming'an extremely fanatically...but he can never take it as true.
It's just hypnosis and self-deception.
After each copy ends, Burris will practice a lot of looking in the mirror to get rid of his morbid fanaticism and return to his original self. And beautifully sort out the harvest from each copy - yes, following a "god", he can gain a lot of faith every time and quickly improve his combat effectiveness.
Please...you...collect 6...books...!
It's just mutual benefit... Burris said to himself.
Gradually, people began to forget what kind of person this pathological "fanatic believer" was. The term "Su Ming'an fanatic believer" seems to have become the only solid label for "Burris". People even ignored his beauty, elegance and strength, and only remembered the scene of him being raped by Su Lin on the TV, and his fanatical actions in praising the lighthouse.
"...I should follow the footsteps of Father God and implement the instructions left by Father God..." Burris stroked his heart and murmured with his eyes closed.
The next moment, he opened his eyes in pain and slapped himself: "Wake up! You are hypnotizing, hypnotizing...!"
His green pupils repeatedly switched between awake, hazy, awake, and hazy.
If a person sleeps for too long, he will never wake up again.
"Hehe, hehe...hehehehe..." He let out a terrifying laugh, staring at Su Ming'an in the sky as he gradually merged into Noel's body.
His Father God, the dazzling and powerful Father God whom he respected so much, was about to disappear before his eyes. Father God has never really glanced at him, mostly with indifference, slight disdain, and disgust.
"..."
He brought the quill to his lips.
As long as he doesn't write, he will not end up with his soul destroyed. In the final analysis, what does this world have to do with him. If it was so beautiful, why was the last thing my mother said to herself was, "You bitch, you disgraceful piece of shit"?
Yes, it's just hypnosis, just hypnosis.
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"[——Because of the wind blowing from the mountains of Norway,]"
“[I once confided in you the bitter freedom].”
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Under the World Tree.
Epicure walked out of the World Tree.
She was covered in blood, her dress was torn, and she was holding a head with purple hair and golden eyes.
Throwing the head aside, Ijulaier floated into the sky, with a complete seed of the world tree in her heart.
Her heartbeat was pounding, as if it was connected to the whole world.
She pointed her hand at Noel Akinni under the red sun:
"In the name of 'the watcher under the world tree, the bell-knocking hand in charge of order, and the shepherd of Lovasa', I will burn myself and seal you--" Ijulaier said coldly.
In an instant, the sky seemed to turn into a beige page, but it was extremely illusory and still could not stop the blazing red clouds.
Noel ignored Ijulaier at all. She was only half-high-dimensional and was not enough to seal him.
Behind Noel, the knife and fork shone brightly-Noel had successfully obtained Su Ming'an's "devouring" authority.
At the same time, Noel's pupils turned completely black, exuding a breath of destruction and corruption.
The Lord of the End of All Things and the Seventh Seat dominated Noel's body, and Noel's consciousness shrank briefly, occupying only a little bit.
The "devouring" power turned into scarlet streams of light and blazing flames, starting from Su Ming'an's legs and feet, all the way up, spreading to his hips, abdomen, and chest.
The black fog violently rioted, and the Eighth Seat was angry at this unethical act of "the mantis stalks the cicada, while the oriole is behind", but was suppressed by the Seventh Seat and the Lord of the End of All Things, just like extinguishing a weak candle.
As long as Su Ming'an was swallowed, not only the main power of the Eighth Seat was swallowed, but even the possible power of death... would fall into their hands.
Even without emotions, the Lord of the End of All Things also felt a similar sense of satisfaction.
"Don't worry. Noel Ajinni, according to the contract we made, after you swallow Su Ming'an, I will help you upgrade your dimension immediately. From now on, you will be an adventurer traveling around the universe. The world is so big, you can go wherever you want. The answer to the end of everything you are looking for will sooner or later appear in your eyes." The Lord of the End of All Things said.
"Hehe, that's right! When the world game is at its weakest, I will run away quickly, and you, brother Noel, just follow me! Let's travel to the end of the universe together!" The Seventh Seat laughed and floated around Noel for a few circles.
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["Don't be cunning! Little fox, when I eat the animals in the pit, I will give you wings. At that time, you can go wherever you want." The black eagle looked at the fox in front and threatened. ]
["Hehe. I believe you will make a smart choice, little fox. Did you hear it?" The vine said with a smile. ]
[Under the moonlight, the fox's furry tail shook. 】
[It slowly turned its pointed face, its curved pupils narrowed into a line, and smiled——]
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"Of course. I promised you, and I will not regret it."
The "magician" smiled like this.
The corners of his lips curled up with a mysterious smile.
He lost control and completely transferred his body to the Lord of the End of All Things and the Seventh Seat. Then, he quietly waited for everything to end, staring at the devouring flames licking Su Ming'an's chest, and the flames gradually spread to Su Ming'an's cheeks...
At this time, he felt his shoulders suddenly heavy.
A pale, transparent, crystal-like palm pressed his shoulders.
Then, close at hand, was a pair of dark pupils.
The dark hair and the golden hair fluttered intertwined, like a yellow-black stream that constantly gathered and dispersed.
Noel was instantly horrified, and the Lord of the End of All Things and the Seventh Seat on his body also noticed Su Mingan who suddenly opened his eyes——
Under the red sun, his face was as pale as paper, like a ghost crawling out of the underworld.
His dark pupils were calm and crazy, and a few lines of blood flowed down his eye sockets, and the tails of his eyes were stained with bright red.
The "dead man" without any breath, resumed breathing, stared at them, and slowly opened his pale and colorless lips——
"【I use my life, soul, and authority as the eternal carrier】."
The "magician" heard an unexpected sentence.
"【Forever, forever, forever and ever——】"
"【Seal you and me forever.】"
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……Why did he do it?
Why did he think he could do it?
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