Chapter 1163 Return

Is it the projection in the mirror or the fantasy in the deepest memory?

It is difficult to distinguish between reality and fiction.

When the silver mirror appeared, everything seemed to be as erratic as bubbles. Only the woman looking back in the mirror raised her palm and stretched it out towards Woodman on the gallows.

Crossing the boundary between reality and fiction, breaking through a long and long time.

It landed on his forehead.

Such a gentle touch brought a terrifying impact like falling stars.

An invisible storm burst out from the slender white index finger. Huai Shi felt his eyes go dark, and countless consciousnesses in his soul beat involuntarily for a moment, almost threatening to split into hundreds of Huai Shi again.

He subconsciously took a step back.

But the illusion dissipated in an instant.

But what came next was a tragic and sharp scream, so high-pitched.

The dying beast of original sin roared and roared.

An invisible storm was set off.

To Huai Shi, the impact was just a step back, but in Woodman's eyes, it had turned into a terrifying torrent that swallowed up the entire world.

Right in front of that finger, a circle of tiny ripples spread, randomly triggering endless chain reactions. Absorbing the remaining disasters and scattered sources in the air, the invisible storm condensed into shape.

In the entire realm of reality, those sublimates who were polluted and eroded by solidification began to scream involuntarily in an instant. Feel the phantom pain of a cold scalpel stabbing into your skull. Then, involuntarily, I was immersed in the invisible warmth.

Wisps of dark original sin rose from their polluted souls and flew into the distance, ushering in purification and annihilation.

But for Woodman, such a warm current was like lava, completely engulfing him.

It was as if a nuclear bomb had exploded so close at hand.

The foehn wind spreads, and everything peels off in the turmoil.

The remains of the seven-headed dragon convulsed violently, and countless scales quickly turned into fly ash and were blown backwards, followed by flesh, internal organs, and even pale bones, all withered into dust.

Within the pure white storm realm, no other colors exist.

No more sounds could be heard, and the whole world was silent.

Nothing could be seen anymore, everything disappeared into the distant darkness.

There is only pain, endless pain, burning, freezing, tearing, crushing, swelling, acupuncture, chopping, insect bites, lingering, cracking... the endless pain is like the ocean swallowing Woodman.

But the pain only lasted a moment.

Then disappeared.

Like an angry slap, it was just an occasional gaffe, but it didn't last long.

When the painful waves in the deepest part of the soul receded, only Woodman crawled forward on the pale beach.

He was convulsing and struggling, but he no longer had the strength to move.

No longer the poison of nothingness, nor the ferocious posture of the solidifier, under the authority of the White God, the last remaining consciousness turned around briefly and reappeared as it was in the past.

Already, dying.

And those green eyes were still looking down quietly.

No sadness, no joy.

"...Pelagea, is that you?"

He stared into those eyes, and his eyes changed, as if he were watching a dream from the past reappear. It was difficult to tell whether it was fear or surprise.

Unbelievable.

At the same time, it is also out of reach.

No matter how much I reach out to touch, I can't feel the phantom's temperature again.

This is the indifferent distance.

"Long time no see, Woodman."

Pelagia raised her hand, pulled up the broken hair in front of her forehead, and asked doubtfully: "It seems that the great future in hell is not as beautiful as you imagined, isn't it?"

"Ha, stupid talk."

Woodman gasped hard and shook his head: "Is there any beautiful place in this world?"

"Of course."

Pelagia replied: "But they have all been destroyed by you, do you still remember?

When everything collapses, you will witness it yourself. All the people who were killed, their faces and eyes remain in your memory.

You made this happen with your own hands, Woodman. "

Woodman froze in place.

Silent for a long time, he couldn't help but laugh.

Such a mockery.

"Yes, it's me." He asked, "Are you here to judge me?"

"Of course."

Pelagia nodded: "I have never forgotten your betrayal, Woodman, even after so many years - this is the consequences you deserve."

"This cold look really doesn't suit you, Pelagia."

Woodman grinned, feeling the ridicule and absurdity of this fate: "I thought it would be that guy Vitali who came... Haha, hahahaha...

As a result, does even the eternally compassionate and gentle Shirakami have to do such dirty work?

I really want to see how cruel you are, Pelagia. "

He asked jokingly: "Or do you mean that even you don't have salvation to give me?"

In the long silence, no one responded.

Just a peaceful overlook.

Pelagya stared into those unfamiliar eyes without hatred or disgust.

She reached out and touched the betrayer's face.

So gentle.

"Shouldn't you have understood this long ago?"

Bai Shen bent down and whispered in the sinner's ear: "You have embarked on the road of rebellion. What awaits you ahead is the endless abyss and hell.

Even if the current situation is behind you, you can never look back. "

"I won't get angry, but I have no mercy to give you anymore. Woodman, you have to remember that I am Pelagia, the Beloberg of heaven. All I leave you is a curse. When you deserve it, In the midst of destruction—"

Such a calm narrative does not contain any hatred or hatred, but it carries a far more determined obsession than those things.

He made a conclusion cruelly and bluntly.

"Even if one day everything will usher in destruction and end, everything will be burned in flames, life will perish in darkness, and all sins will usher in reckoning and judgment.

But what awaits you is eternal pain and nothingness, in the hell you created with your own hands. "

she says:

"——Only you can't get any salvation and relief!"

When the verdict comes, the last peaceful place in the soul collapses.

The barrier of bubbles burst, revealing the infinite source storm in the distance.

Those annihilated poisons, those original sins he accumulated, and more, the hatred and pain from more people who passed away, the endless despair and longing that sunk into the abyss in the long and long time, seventy years ago.

At this moment, everything was extracted again from the records in the Book of Destiny.

The nihilistic murderous intent and emotions are given substance, forming a storm that can shake all consciousness, and a dark ocean that can destroy all souls.

Now, under the will of the White God, the chaotic color that is enough to dissolve hell has set off huge waves, sweeping towards this last embankment again.

Eating away at his soul, stripping away his consciousness bit by bit.

Like thousands of pairs of painful hands, slowly and cruelly tearing him apart, pulling him into the despair created by his own hands!

Even if it only lasts for this short moment.

But for those who fall into it, it is an eternity of endless torment and torture.

"This is an ending worthy of you, Woodman."

Pelagia said goodbye calmly, and just like that, she watched the tide gradually rise, engulfing the Woodman on the beach little by little, pulling the solidifier, and falling into the eternal nothingness where only torture existed.

Regardless of the whines and pleas, shouts and pleas coming from the sea.

He turned around and left indifferently.

Never looked back.

Everything came to an end in an instant.

Eternal judgment, eternal torment, and eternal ravage.

At the end of the endless suffering, the broken soul was completely annihilated.

Even in the deepest part of the Nowhere, inside the sealed sarcophagus, the shriveled corpse was convulsing in pain. Dark blood flowed out of the body, quickly evaporated, and disappeared.

In the spreading destruction, the corpse trembled and its pupils suddenly opened.

Silent roar!

The invisible storm followed the connection in the source of existence, rolled back, and then erupted in mourning!

Toward the world of the betrayers in front of them, a mighty force swept across, swallowing up everything in its path.

The alarm sounds!

In the core, the sleeping Westcott woke up from his endless dream, but when he wanted to cut off the ladder leading to the gambling game, it was already too late.

Countless evil thoughts and good intentions are entangled in one place, forming an explosion that can tear apart all souls and make all solidifiers fear it!

The shocking pale color spurted out from the coffin, roared and spread, sweeping across the entire underground closed area in an instant.

You can only hear the screams of countless solidified souls as they explode.

The anger from the White God descended here, guiding the anger and despair that had been dormant for seventy years, setting off an invisible wave, covering everything within reach.

The sound of cracking is endless.

After a long, long time, when the terrifying storm completely subsided, Westcott's projection descended, and no trace of the poison could be found.

In the broken sarcophagus, the corpse shattered silently and turned into dust.

The soul within it has disappeared.

Only a crack remains here, extending downwards towards the deepest part of the land of nothing, cutting straight through the layers of blockades and constraints, penetrating the blockade.

All the soul fragments sealed and frozen in shackles have disappeared.

Gone with the storm.

Never again.

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In the darkness, in those nightmares full of despair and pain, Vitali suddenly opened his eyes.

In this silent town within the phantom, he looked around blankly and heard the sound of cracking... cracks appeared from all sides of the town.

On the sky, countless winding white marks intertwined.

The turbulence came suddenly and enveloped the entire day and night mirror.

But when Vitali tried to stabilize, he found that everything was out of his control. Those phantoms, those broken souls preserved in the bubble, and the world in front of him no longer responded to his call.

He ran awkwardly down the street, shouting at the silent houses on both sides.

But no one responded.

The sky, the earth, the lights, everything was quickly moving away from him.

But when everything disappeared, in the empty world, he once again saw the phantom that had appeared in his dreams countless times.

Smiling, waving to him from the end of the crack.

The green eyes were full of tenderness.

Vitali froze in place, stiff, like a fool.

"Perla... Geya?"

He took a step forward, not daring to touch the phantom: "Pelagya, is that you?"

What he responded to was a light hug.

With gentle warmth.

So familiar.

With such force, as if she was afraid of leaving him again, she called his name, and warm tears fell on his neck.

"I'm back, Vega."

The returning Baigami smiled and shed tears, "Are you okay?"

Vitaly hesitated, stretched out his hand timidly and uneasily, and responded to her hug, but when he felt everything familiar again, he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed.

ecstasy!

He responded to her hug with an uncontrollable cry and was immersed in this brief dream.

"Follow me! Pelagia, I have something to show you."

Holding her hand, Vitaly turned around and looked for the distant town. He wanted to show her everything he had done over the years and introduce her to those children again.

But when he turned back, he found that the town he was familiar with had appeared behind Pelagya.

Those familiar children, and more, those sublimated ones lost in hell, and those more returning ones, were all looking at him with gentle smiles.

Wave goodbye.

At that moment, Vitali froze.

I seem to understand something.

"etc!"

He raised his hand to stop him, but saw Pelagya's smile in front of him.

He suddenly stretched out his hand towards himself and pushed out.

He was so determined that he did not allow any refutation or questioning.

"Goodbye, Vega."

She said goodbye softly: "Thank you for all your hard work over the years."

Behind Vitali, a door to the light was opened again.

Swallow that embarrassed figure.

Disappear.

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The Tower of Ivory, the Great Library.

The busy work was still going on, with scholars running around in a hurry, checking the data delivered from all sides, but the noisy voices did not disturb the old man who was sleeping soundly on the counter.

The thin, dark old man had diarrhea and snored. He put his bare feet up on the counter and stretched out his hands to scratch them when he turned over from time to time.

However, the people around him did not dare to disturb him when passing by, but carefully lowered their voices.

There was only one panicked cry that was not concealed in any way.

Aniya rushed in wildly, nimbly passing by or above the blockers, and landed on the table. She almost lost her balance, but she didn't care about her messy hair, so she grabbed the old man's arm. Shaking like crazy.

"It's not good! It's not good! Something happened!"

When Krishna wiped his saliva and opened his eyes, he was already being carried by her and running wildly again. His thin body was swaying in the wind, and his head that was thrown in the air hit the door frame.

Snapped!

Then, before he could speak, he hit again!

"Be gentle! Be gentle!"

Krishna stretched out his hand to hold down his hair and complained helplessly: "What's going on? It's so urgent. What trouble did your teacher make again? Yaoshou! You don't even let the retired old man go!"

"Although he is my teacher, this one is different from that one! It's just... that's the one... Anyway, you'll know after seeing it!"

Aniya answered incoherently, kicking in countless doors along the way.

Rushed into the silent hall.

There, many people had already rushed over. Whether it was Yangzi, Raymond, Anton or the other teachers, they all stood in the distance, looking blankly at everything in the hall.

In the center of the hall, the majestic and gorgeous giant mirror tens of meters high was glowing with bursts of light, no longer as silent as before.

But what attracted more attention was the skinny figure in front of the mirror.

His temples are gray, his clothes are as black as ink, and his hanging robe is decorated with gold threads.

Solemn and cold.

So familiar.

"Vi...Tali? Can you come out?!"

In the sudden shock, Krishna's eyes almost fell out. But when he came to his senses, he couldn't help but start dancing ecstatically, shouting, laughing, and dancing.

Krishna rushed up to him, hugged him, and patted his back hard:

"Welcome back, old friend!"

"Um."

The middle-aged man with gray hair on his temples nodded, "I'm back."

When he looked at the giant mirror in front of him, his once stern face was already filled with tears.

"Did you see that, Pelagia?"

He called to the departing phantoms:

"I'm back."