Chapter 1157 Our War

The earth shook, and the loud noise in the distance never stopped.

The thunder continued to spread, and in the hurricane, the towering ivory tower shook slightly, but it still stood on the earth.

And just under the white tower, in the deep darkness, only the lights of countless instruments flickered quietly, illuminating the face of the Creator on the recliner.

There was another thunder, so loud.

Dust fell.

Evelin lowered her head calmly and used a purge to clean the remaining ashes in the pipe. Two dust particles fell into the pipe, causing her to frown.

"At least restrain yourself, that guy..."

A polite knock sounded from behind the door.

"Ms. Chasher, I hope you are not intruding."

The purser who came to support from the iron crystal seat stood in front of the door, smiling.

He looked around at the medical cabins erected in the darkness, as well as the empty cabin at the front that had already been opened, and raised his eyebrows slightly:

"Mr. Orton is already on the stage?"

"yes."

Evelin lowered her head to fill her pipe and sighed unhappily: "He was the first to open his eyes. Hearing that there was a fight, he didn't even bother to put on his pants, so he ran away on Xiao Ying's motorcycle..."

She paused and sighed as if helpless: "This aspect of not listening to others at all goes well with the psychosis of the Utopia."

"Huh? You are a veteran and a backbone, isn't that appropriate?" Simmons laughed.

"Could it be that someone with a sound mind would jump into this place that will definitely end badly?" Evelin shook her head and sneered: "Anyone with a normal mind wouldn't think about these things every day, right?"

"It really makes me a little sad to say this." Simmons sat next to her, "I jumped in after chasing the backs of my seniors and full of longing."

"Doesn't that mean that your brain is somewhat abnormal?"

Evelin glanced at him, remained silent for a long time, and then laughed softly: "Actually, everyone is the same..."

She said: "In the years after the fall of the Kingdom of Heaven, I was always in hell. Until my death, I never thought about returning to the present state. Now that I think about it, I actually regret it."

"Isn't it because of disappointment in other people?" Simmons asked.

"Maybe, maybe."

The old man pondered, looking down at the pipe in his hand. The man who gave him the pipe was no longer in the world, just like himself.

She thought for a long time and said seriously: "But what's more, it's probably fear and loneliness."

Fear.

Simmons was slightly sluggish.

"Who do you think people in the Utopia are, Simmons?" Evelin asked: "Heroes? Madmen? Geniuses? Or fools?"

Simmons was speechless, but Evelin answered to herself: "Actually, they are almost the same."

"In the Utopia, there are not only good people. Earlier, there were even murderous demons and lunatics who intended to provoke a struggle among the five major genealogies. Not only were the brilliant geniuses, but also everything from character to hobby. Irredeemable garbage.

For people like me, inside, I can only say... ordinary. "

At this point, Evelin laughed: “In the final analysis, genius, devil, lunatic or other titles are just given to us by others.

The Utopia of the past was actually filled with homeless wretches. "

Simmons was stunned and opened his mouth to speak, but was speechless.

"You can't understand, right? It's normal, Simmons." Evelin suddenly asked: "Besides the Iron Crystal Seat, are there any other places you want to go?"

The purser was silent for a long time, then slowly shook his head.

"That is where I have chosen to serve, my lady, and even in death I will leave my ashes on its decks."

"That's the home you found for yourself, isn't it?"

The old man sighed with pity: "Simmons, you can't return to the present situation, not only because you have noble aspirations, but also because you can't bear to live among a group of ordinary people.

It's not that you are arrogant and indifferent, it's just that you don't have any friends there.

Even if you get tired one day, get old, want to retire, and walk among the crowd, you will find that you are completely different from the people around you - what they love, what they hate, their lives... That's not what you want. Even if you are given infinite wealth and power, you will only feel suffocated, as if you were thrown into the deep sea.

You won't feel joy and happiness because your paradise is not there...and neither do we. "

She leaned back on the lounge chair, lowering her eyes and staring at the flickering fire in the pipe, as if she was catching a glimpse of the light of the past, nostalgic for it.

"We want to change the world, not only because of our noble and lofty ambitions, but also to satisfy our own selfish desires - to find more companions, more friends, and more similar people."

"We gather together in the vast wilderness to make the world a better place and to create a home for ourselves."

"This is the Utopia."

She smiled and said softly: "The destination we choose for ourselves belongs to our ideal country."

Because of this, we trust each other and feel like brothers.

Because of this, after losing...it will be so painful.

Wandering in hell in despair, groping persistently in the abyss, leaving behind the ruins of the past, not daring to look again, and not wanting to recall everything in the past.

I'm so lonely.

"Times of dreamy happiness are always easy to end, aren't they?"

Evelin chuckled, mocking herself: "The beauty and glory of the past are gone, and only the wandering souls of pain remain, full of pain - let me ask, how can there be no hatred in our hearts?"

Along with her words, in the darkness, in the tombstone-like medical cabins.

The sleeping souls opened their eyes.

Full of pain and rage, he stared at the world in front of him.

This is the result created by Huaishi after fully opening up the authority of the Book of Destiny.

Recording events, reshaping the souls of the deceased, and giving them bodies again with the power of the Creator.

Those records from the Book of Destiny, those long-dead victims, those homeless wild dogs, those dead who were pushed into the abyss by their trusted companions... have returned to this world again!

Breathing air filled with pungent disinfectant.

Push open the door in front of you.

Wet on the floor.

Like a drowned dog crawling out of the mire again, they gathered together in one place silently.

When he heard the call from the enemy in the distance, his expression became cold and gloomy.

No tenderness remains.

"Long time no see, everyone."

Evelin took off her pipe, turned around, and smiled at her long-lost companions: "I don't need to say more - our enemies are right there."

She said: "Just do what you have to do."

What answered her was silent silence.

The dead souls who crawled out from hell silently gathered into a queue, walked out of the darkness, received weapons and orders, and set off towards the distant battlefield!

For a long, long time, Evelin was the only one left in the silence.

The old man sat quietly on his recliner, looking up at the ceiling above his head, as if he could see the stretching firelight and the scene of fighting under the stars.

"Behold, my friends."

She smiled, sniffing the smell of ashes in the pipe, and full of wishes: "The enemy has already appeared on the stage, and the traitors have stepped onto the stage——"

"Our war begins again."

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Now, under the turbulent starry sky, the Styx is swaying!

Anubis opened his mouth and roared silently.

The burning blade tore through endless blood and fell from the sky.

The majestic light of the Elysium was shattered by the sharp blade, and the dark clouds of the Thunder Sea were burned away by the flames on the wings of light. Wherever the red trajectory passed, everything was neatly destroyed.

The injured blood snake neighed and fell into rage, but the distance between them quickly widened.

He could only control countless spells to attack from a distance.

But those rain-like spells were all wiped out by Anubis' light chop.

It is unimaginable that Anubis's destructive power can reach such a level.

In just five minutes, the bloody army of the subjugated country, the storm warriors of the Sea of ​​Thunder, the hunting angels of the Elysium, and even the swarms of infinite hell, all met their demise under the chopping blade!

What the fuck... what the fuck...

Not only the large group inside the chessboard, but also the spectators outside the chessboard couldn't help but feel terrified - after being forgotten for seventy years, that terrifying power has returned again.

It chills the soul...

It was obviously an Anubis that had not changed at all, but once it was in Ulton's hands, it shocked everyone with horror.

Originally, Ms. Chen's skills honed from countless large groups and battles were already jaw-dropping, and she was determined to be a serious problem. But when this armor was accepted by Ulton... everyone clearly realized what a real nightmare is!

In his hand, the dragon-calling flute that switched to sword form was also chirping loudly.

Completely and unreasonably, after burning more than 60% of the components, it entered the overload drive state again——

After the fifteen-minute Styx Drive broke the previous record of the present situation, there were more than 400 depth jumps and judgments, making people wonder why this armor has not been burned down.

Why can you still continue to be active?

Why is it still... so scary!

Everyone is racking their brains thinking, how long can it last? How long can it operate safely under such overload?

Every answer was trampled underfoot by Anubis with disdain!

All that can be felt, apart from fear and hesitation, is only despair!

"Orton! Orton!! Orton!!!"

Among the stars, Beelzebub roared excitedly, "You are all a bunch of rubbish, you know, you are all a bunch of rubbish! No one can fight! None!!"

In this ecstasy that made every soul cry, the Lord of the Flies shouted excitedly, using all his strength to encourage Orton, praising the mighty giant moving forward in the sea of ​​blood, and taking the trouble to explain Huaishi. Follow every tactical maneuver, every emergency evasion, and every stunning counterattack!

It was not until the fight that Anubis' footsteps suddenly stopped, and he looked back at the night sky behind him.

Reach out to the stars and invite.

wait.

"Are you coming, Beelzebub!"

The young man in the driver's seat laughed and shouted: "Just explaining it can't understand the essence of driving! I have new tricks to show you!"

The Lord of the Flies shuddered.

Book of Steel has already burst into tears.

Above the starry sky, the irrigation of infinite source material has finally ended.

Under the unprecedented supply of source material, Beelzebub's body has turned red, and endless data flashed on the steel cover, faintly showing the glow of burning hell.

All preparations are in place.

"Your war is calling you, Beelzebub. It's your turn."

Huai Shi stretched out her hand and blessed with a smile:

"Go, my friend."

Under the continuous starlight in the sky, between his outstretched arms, a passionate glow appeared on the thick iron book.

Amid the shouts of excitement, the calls of happiness, and the roars of fanaticism, "Lord of the Flies" fell from the sky!

After a long and long waiting time, from hell to the present, from the Stars to the present.

With burning tears.

Run towards your best friend!

Like a meteor, it penetrated the storm and fell from the sky.

"It's too late, Beelzebub."

Anubis stretched out his hand to catch the dazzling light, as if laughing, and greeted: "How are you, are you having a good life?"

"Ulton, you bastard!"

Beelzebub cursed angrily: "Do you know what it feels like to wait alone for seventy years without even an Internet cable! Do you think I am doing well?"

"Hahaha, it looks like you are doing well."

Orton smiled and patted his cover: "Oh, the thickness has also increased a lot... Hmm, do elephant spirits also gain weight? It's really amazing, um, although it's a little bit worse than me... "

"Can you be less pretty?"

Beelzebub snorted coldly, wanting to denounce something, but he couldn't say such words. He had obviously saved up so much anger and curses for him, but when they actually met, he couldn't help but choke up: "I, I... I miss you very much……"

"I know."

Orton nodded and replied matter-of-factly: "Because I miss you so much!"

"I'm sorry for leaving you alone for so long and making you work so hard for so many years. But it's great to see you like you are now and see you making new friends."

The departed Ascended One smiled, stretched out his hand, and invited me again: "Beelzebub, can you please join me and fight side by side again?"

"of course!"

The Lord of the Flies laughed and replied: "Apart from me, who else can bear to be your adjutant? But you, with your current body, can you bear my six-degree leap maneuver?"

"Of course it is, more than enough!"

Ulton smiled, opened the inner structure of Anubis, and filled it in carefully: "Then let us do it again."

"That?" Beelzebub was excited.

"Yes, that one!"

Orton nodded: "After all, it's a resurrection battle, so it's a bit cooler!"

"no problem--"

"Lord of the Flies" resounded: "It's just BGM, it's all on me! Listen up, this is the original soundtrack that I created for you myself!"

Responding to the pleas and calls of close friends.

At that moment, among the mountains of corpses and seas of blood on the earth, brilliant flames emerged again, spurting out from every crack in Anubis.

The stigmata that had been dormant for many years had reawakened under Beelzebub's will, spreading throughout the body that had the same origin and path, and instantly enveloped the entire armor.

Take control again.

It rises from under the nine earths and descends from above the nine heavens.

The River Styx surges.

The wings of burning light extend endlessly, towards the stars and towards hell, as if they want to include everything under the control of the Supreme Being again.

Wherever you go, the melody from the world echoes in everyone's ears.

Regardless of the incoming attacks, he did not hide his location at all.

It's like being dissolved in a fire.

Beelzebub sang loudly.

Pay tribute to the returning heroes.

A huge halo of light rose from the giant's back, and the crack leading to the deepest part of Hades opened again. Endless disasters clung to Anubis' body like iron, blessing him with a crown of destruction.

Layers of radiance circulated, and when draped on His body, it was like a holy white garment.

On the overloaded engine, the blessings from the gods appeared again, and what was even louder was the exciting melody that burst out from the friction of countless iron pieces, resounding throughout the world.

In this way, the coming of the Judge is announced to the world.

In this way, I announce to you the coming of destruction!

Turn the heaven and earth into your own stage and make all things listen to your own words.

Under the majestic halo, the reborn god spread his arms and embraced the world filled with war and smoke.

This is the judgment given by the abyss, the destruction carefully crafted by hell.

This is——

——The giant of Hades, Osiris!