Chapter 971 Tomorrow

Now, seventy years of planning and hard work have finally paid off.

It wasn't just the Golden Dawn fiasco.

——It’s this ‘disguise’ that has been perfected over time!

At this moment, even if Woodman stands up and announces to the world: 'The book of destiny in Russell's hand is fake! ’, absolutely no one will believe it.

Everyone will think that it was Mimir who, through wisdom and strategy, caused the Golden Dawn to suffer heavy losses and sounded the clarion call for the reorganization of the Kingdom of Heaven's lineage.

Foresight and foresight, predict the enemy's plan first!

It’s really awesome!

Didn't Huaishi just take out the Book of Destiny?

In this wave, Russell transferred important assets in advance and actually hid the Book of Destiny in his students. This is really amazing!

What? Russell is Loki?

Don't be kidding, my friend, although this old man is a bit cheap, a bit damaged, sometimes a bit too inhumane, a bit dark-hearted, a lot of bastard...but how could he be a bad guy?

Right!

In this way, through acting and trickery, he successfully created an unshakable character and image.

He has been preparing for this day since seventy years ago.

Relying on lies, relying on tricks, relying on full of resentment and anger, scheming preparations, and planning day and night.

He replaced the established protagonist and finally became the 'hero' who turned the tide!

This moment is his time.

Even if it's just here, even if only Woodman is known!

"You know, I love the stage."

Russell smiled: “When the spotlight shines over, everything will become bright and bright, and everyone will be immersed in the beautiful illusion.

As long as you wear a mask, no one cares who is underneath the costume - when the trumpet blows, each of us will have a role to play. "

He shook his head mockingly: "Who is the protagonist, who is the supporting role, who is the villain, who is the cannon fodder... It has been decided long before the drama begins.

Don't think about stealing the show, my friend, just take your lunch and leave the show. "

He said, "You have to learn to adapt to the times."

"Without the Book of Destiny, you cannot inherit the correction value of the Utopia. Do you want to rebuild the pedigree of the Utopia?"

Woodman looked at Russell coldly and sneered: "You are wishful thinking!"

"If you have a dream, do it. What happens after you wake up will be discussed after you wake up."

Russell leaned on the bench and once again showed a mysterious look: "Besides, how do you know-whether I have found the Book of Destiny in the past seventy years?"

Woodman's expression froze.

And Russell laughed again.

"Wow, why do you believe it again?" The old man grinned viciously: "No way? You already know that I am Loki, but you still believe that I will tell you the truth?

Woodman, you are so gentle! "

"By the way, you can guess again..." He paused and asked mysteriously: "Am I really Loki? Or is this another disguise of Mimir? Or is it the real Mimir? , is actually another appearance of the great god Odin?”

"You win this round, Russell."

Woodman suppressed the anger in his heart and said coldly: "I hope you can keep winning. Remember, the game between us will be very long..."

Losing just once is enough to make everything you own fall to pieces in hell!

He said, "I am looking forward to how long a dream sustained by lies can last."

"To be honest, I'm very trouble-free, my interests are changeable, and I never last long. I'm especially not suitable for a job like 'the backbone' where I'll die from overwork."

Russell shook his head, "On the contrary, I prefer to get away from people when I'm addicted. What I'm best at is blaming others, leaving my own mess to others to handle with peace of mind, and watching them complain for fun.

So, you think too much...Woodman, even without me, the Kingdom of Heaven genealogy can be reorganized in the hands of others - from the hands of someone better than me. "

"Besides, have you forgotten?" He said, "There are such things as gods in the world, and the genealogy of the kingdom of heaven also exists."

"Come on, Russell."

Woodman shook his head disdainfully: "If I were you, I wouldn't have too many expectations for a decoration that is better than nothing."

"No, no, no."

Russell laughed meaningfully and raised two fingers as if celebrating a victory: "I mean - now, there are two!"

"...You can talk nonsense all you want, Russell." Woodman remained unmoved, "But don't think I will believe your nonsense."

"It's up to you to believe it or not, but it's up to me to say it or not."

Russell spread his hands and smiled evilly: "Besides, if I say this, won't a seed of doubt be planted in your heart? Will you start to be suspicious? Will you feel that you are trying to avoid the rat? Will you become jealous unconsciously? ? This is my purpose, Woodman!

I can say that what I just said is all lies, but will you really believe it?

Do you really think I don’t have a book of destiny? Do you really think what I told you is the whole truth? Or do you think this is all I have prepared for you? "

"Think, Woodman, you have to think, keep thinking!"

Russell grinned and whispered maliciously: "But you have to remember, once you think, I will laugh."

Woodman said nothing.

But his face became more and more ugly.

Russell, on the other hand, smelled the smell of anger and felt refreshed.

Sowing the seeds of doubt, sprinkling the rain of lies, growing the fruits of hesitation and uneasiness, and finally reaping the end of destruction... Is there anything more pleasant than this?

"Don't forget, Russell, you're not the only one who's good at this."

Woodman was indifferent: "For a 'poison' like me, there are no boundaries. You can't kill me, I am everywhere - I will find the best viewing angle to appreciate your every move.

For example...how about your favorite student? "

He paused and looked meaningfully into the distance, at Da Siming on the snowfield.

"From today on, we will be together forever...himself, his loved ones, the people around him, and even his students? No one is perfect, Russell, as long as you find the right breakthrough, everyone will feel it. Hell calls.”

The phantom from hell raised his hand and pointed at his head: "I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of brilliance a soul like that will have when it falls into the abyss!"

"No, you won't."

Russell shook his head and sighed.

It's like watching a dead child touching the switch who has refused to change despite repeated admonitions. He is worried and full of helpless advice: "If I were you - I would stay as far away from him as possible."

“Soon, you will never want to be in front of him again,” he said, “because he will leave a psychological shadow that cannot be erased.

He will make you suffer. "

Russell’s solemn warning:

"——Unprecedented, painful."

"I'll wait and see."

Woodman responded jokingly, his eyes filled with the evil color from hell, and laughed: "Our second game has begun, Russell."

"No."

Russell shook his head, leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, and got ready to watch the show: "I think it's over."

At that moment, Woodman's smile froze on his face.

And in the sky full of wind and snow.

In front of the gate of hell——

The young man opposite Woodman smiled.

So sunny.

Gentle enough to drive away the eternal frost and snow.

In his open right hand, like magic, a strange crystal appeared - like a fragment from a certain mirror, crystal clear, reflecting a dazzling light.

But such a bright light made Woodman's expression twitch, unable to conceal his shock and fear. His eyes turned scarlet in an instant, and his expression was ferocious.

Swallowed by the chill that had long been forgotten.

Almost screamed.

He wanted to evacuate his projection, but the memes that had quietly seeped into Huai Shi's soul could not be removed!

There are too many entanglements.

So many memories.

When he looked at Huai Shi, Huai Shi was also looking at him.

After the poison existing in the concept penetrated into the marrow of Huai Shi, his existence was also held tightly by Huai Shi's captive hand, which did not allow him to escape from here at this moment.

It's as if the warm host is holding back the guests to say goodbye.

Reluctant to leave.

The Chinese New Year is here, everyone is here...

"Woodman, you have to understand - I am not here for Lu Baiyan, but for you."

Huai Shi's words were soft, but Woodman began to tremble.

In Huai Shi's hands, the alchemical fire was rekindled, and the crystal clear fragment quickly shrank under the forging, and finally turned into a delicate crystal bullet, which was filled into the Lord of the Flies' magazine.

The magazine is closed with a crisp sound.

Huai Shi said: "Because I also have a gift for you."

"Its name is 'Retribution'."

"What belongs to you, [Retribution]!"

Just like that, he solemnly raised the pistol, held the wrist of his right hand with his left hand, closed one eye, and aimed straightly at the flickering phantom just like a beginner.

Aim for his face.

Pull the trigger.

In this way, I convey this greeting from the deepest part of hell.

tell him:

"—Mr. Vitali greets you."

At that moment, the fire flashed away.

The loud noise tore through the silence above the snowfield, and countless wind and snow flew up in the roar, and then fell. Under the cold night, in front of countless screens, countless people stood up to look in shock, eyes wide open.

Behind the gate of hell, Woodman tilted his head dully.

On that indistinguishable face, a big hole slowly appeared between his eyebrows. The phantom of nothingness was actually hit by this shot!

Twitching of delicate features.

There was a small crackling sound.

The phantom suddenly flickered and spasmed, and countless cracks emerged from Woodman's body - and then, what sounded was a tragic scream that seemed to pervade the entire world.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!"

In hell, on the border, in the present situation.

At this moment, in almost every corner of the world, countless people heard that distant and desperate scream.

Under the sun, in the moonlight, in the wilderness, in the city, in front of cattle and horses, on the TV screen, and more, in the eyes of more parasitized people, a figure writhing in pain suddenly appeared, staggering.

Either old or young, male or female.

Everyone's eyes are different, but everyone can conclude that it is a Roman with black hair and black eyes, and his expression... seems to be filled with unspeakable despair and pain!

And in the deepest part of the land of nothing, inside a sarcophagus covered with layers of matrix, a body connected to countless cables began to convulse violently.

Open your empty eyes.

Roaring loudly.

Thick blood flowed out from between his mouth and nose, activated, and swam like a snake in the antiseptic liquid.

The agitated source material leaked, turning the entire sarcophagus storage place into a twisted demonic realm.

It is the ravage from the road of change, using good and evil as spears, despair and happiness as poison, the curse and punishment imposed on human nature and human knowledge itself!

Curse from the most evil god!

Once in contact, it quickly spreads through the phantom, spreading to every host, absorbing the source of the host, and reversely interfering with Woodman.

In an instant, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or millions...

When countless small pains overlap, they turn into a crushing torrent of despair.

Finally, in front of Huai Shi, the screaming phantom suddenly froze.

From the bullet hole in his forehead, the cracks have completely spread to his body.

There was a harsh sound of glass breaking.

Usher in collapse.

What lights up from under the gap is the cold light reflected by countless mirrors. Each broken mirror reflects a projection of Woodman.

And when those countless mirrors gathered in one place, the light intertwined, and a thin figure was faintly reflected.

He has long gray hair and a ferocious killing intent.

Old and cold.

There is nothing but shuddering darkness in the dark pupils!

Different from the gentleness and kindness left to future generations, that is one of the true essence of the path of change, the true collection of all the evil thoughts of human nature.

——Black God Vitali!

"It looks like someone has come to pick you up."

Huai Shi smiled and waved goodbye: "Have a good trip, I wish you... um, have a good time together?"

“Huai Shi!!!!!!”

The boy's roar was harsh.

Regardless of everything, he rushed out of hell and reached out to grab Huai Shi's face.

But then, the movements quickly solidified.

Just a thin line.

freeze.

Huai Shi's smile did not change, she raised her right hand and pointed at that ferocious face...

Middle finger raised!

"goodbye."

In an instant, countless mirrors emerged in the air, reflecting Woodman's appearance, overlapping and shrinking each other, quickly collapsing inward, and returning to a small point.

Eventually, it fell into the hands of the Black God.

Hold tight.

Without saying anything more, the incomplete Black God looked at him deeply, turned around and disappeared into the world in the mirror. Soon, the strange giant mirror expanded again, directly swallowing the Gate of Hell, and then dispersed into phantom light.

Above the snowfield, the only sound left was the howling wind.

In the long and long silence.

The whole world was stunned to see this sudden and dramatic change.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

Woodman, dead?

it's over?

Or is this another hallucination of the Golden Dawn?

One of the opponent's plots?

Or is this actually true?

The current situation, the border, hell, the many remnants of the Utopia, the governing bureau, the Survival Institute, and even the five major lineages, as well as the golden dawn in hell, and even more countless snoopers, are all frozen in place.

Incomprehensible.

The brain is blank.

All I felt was the shock and shock from the depths of my soul!

Huaishi stood in the snow, silently looking at the night sky, the countless shining stars, and the gorgeous aurora extending from the horizon.

It's like being able to glimpse the glory and glory of the past, focused and calm.

Silent smile.

"The weather will be nice tomorrow."

He sighed in anticipation, turned and left.

Only countless silent detectives were left, witnessing the ending after the dust settled.

This is the victory that belongs to the lineage of the Kingdom of Heaven.

His victory!

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