Chapter 1398 Black Sun

Yeats felt like he had had a long dream.

In the dream, he went through countless tortures, fought and killed Huaishi, and finally escaped from trouble, even killed Huaishi, and returned to the Golden Dawn with the Book of Destiny.

Not only others, but also Maud looked at him differently.

It was unbelievable that he could achieve such incredible feats.

With Yeats's persistence and efforts, she finally felt her sincerity and sincerity. The two broke through many barriers and finally came together after a long time.

After completely defeating the Heavenly Lineage and achieving the unification of the Utopia, Maud finally accepted her marriage proposal.

He has undergone the transformation of the secret ceremony and became a real human being.

He held hands with her and walked into the marriage hall.

Everyone sat in the guest seats with smiles and gave them congratulatory applause.

The priest who presided over the marriage held the holy book and solemnly asked: "Ms. Maud, are you willing to marry Mr. Yeats and stay with him forever from now on?"

"I do."

The beauty nodded with blushing cheeks, feeling shy.

"Then Mr. Yeats..." The pastor looked over.

"I do!"

Yeats didn't even wait for him to finish the question and responded decisively.

The pastor smiled warmly and gazed blessingly at the loving couple in front of him, but did not take out the ring.

In the frozen time, the familiar young priest sat on the altar, looking down at his face with confusion: "Is this the end, Yeats?"

He asked: "Is this the only thing you long for? Is the life you hope for only so humble?"

Why……

Wait, something seems wrong.

Yeats looked at that face and his eyes in confusion.

Dark eyes.

His own face reflected in his pupils was so pale.

As small as dust.

Is that all?

What he desires...

"No!"

Yeats retorted angrily: "This is just the beginning! What do you know?! How can a brat like you with unrealistic illusions understand the long-cherished wishes and ideals of the Golden Dawn!"

"Well, let me see—"

Huai Shi smiled and turned a new page: "The future you expect."

Time flies by.

After a war of all realms, another war of all realms.

The land of nothing is getting bigger and bigger in hell, more and more chosen people are born, and more and more sublimates realize that the current situation is hopeless and throw themselves into the abyss.

Embrace the golden dawn.

The Golden Dawn continues to grow rapidly, gradually gaining more authority and power!

Until, in another fierce battle of the war between the worlds, the three major blockades were completely destroyed, and they marched straight in to control the Sea of ​​Silver, bringing an ideal future and the gospel of the Golden Dawn to all mankind.

The world is destroyed in mourning and sinks into darkness.

A combination of vast fragments and the land of nothing.

In the abyss, the era of the Golden Dawn has finally arrived!

At this moment, Yeats looked down at the magnificent world in front of him, and was fascinated by the miraculous glow in the abyss.

But just behind him, Huai Shi asked doubtfully: "What then?"

Yeats frowned.

"Is this the only world you desire?" Huai Shi laughed: "Destroy the current world and then use the leftover materials from the current world to create a piece of garbage?"

"This is just the beginning!"

Yeats frowned and glanced at him indifferently: "The remnants of the Utopia cannot understand the nature of the abyss after all!"

"So, then-"

Huai Shi opened a new page: "Let me see and then."

So, thousands of years, ten thousand years, passed by in a flash.

Under the leadership of the Golden Dawn, the chosen people who gained immortality launched a war against the Lords of Hell.

Within a hundred years, the rancher's paradise fell apart under the solidified temple of the Golden Dawn. The arrogant God of Hell was reduced to the engine and energy source of a land of nothingness, roaring and wailing furiously, but unable to resist his fate.

After two hundred years and a long war of subjugation, they finally completely defeated this incredible overlord, and a new country and world emerged from the abyss.

Three hundred years later, the last dwarf king was turned into a specimen and placed in a museum for collection, placed next to the monarch's head.

In the fourth hundred years, even the reborn Mother of Stone and the original rift were smelted into a huge world, becoming a new extension of the land of nothing.

A thousand years later, the entire abyss was under the control of the Golden Dawn, and white towers of the chosen ones rose from the ground in every hell.

Unprecedented glory has arrived.

Even the newly born new world is just a plaything in the palm of the Golden Dawn.

They stood at the top of the entire abyss.

"See! So glorious! This is everything we have accomplished!"

Yeats laughed, spread his arms, and showed unprecedented joy to the lingering ghosts: "This is the great future that you have no chance to meet."

"so what?"

Huai Shi held her chin and asked curiously: "What will happen next? What else is waiting for you?"

"Nothing will happen, nothing will hinder our glory and civilization!" Yeats said decisively: "We succeeded!"

"perhaps."

Huai Shi shrugged sympathetically and asked curiously: "But is this really good? Yeats, is this the best? The best you can create?"

"Does this really make sense?"

Yinhun chuckled and turned to the next page.

A long, long time.

I don’t know how many times I have experienced the birth and death of the world.

The Golden Dawn grew stronger, evolved, and transformed again and again, building a glorious and splendid civilization, again and again. Countless sufferings hit them one after another, but those sufferings could not defeat them, they would only make them stronger.

Several times, they were on the verge of extinction, but soon they would grow to unprecedented heights.

In the end, not even the abyss could destroy them.

Their time lasted for eternity.

Then, in the eternal time, it gradually withered.

Even though Yeats tried his best to lead their development, the Chosen People gradually fell silent after reaching their peak.

At some point, the huge territory fell apart in hell.

The tall towers were plunged into darkness.

The tide surged and gradually eroded away.

Until this unprecedented huge undertaking collapsed in front of Yeats, fell into the deepest part of the sea of ​​chaos, and was buried with the wreckage of other great undertakings.

"This is ridiculous, how is it possible!"

Yeats roared, angrily accusing: "I will never accept such a result!"

"This determination is indeed admirable."

Huai Shi smiled, nodded, and opened the page again: "Then, let's start over."

Time is reversed and great achievements are rebuilt.

This time, Yeats was prepared from the beginning, fighting for the test that awaited him in the distant future, overcoming all difficulties, uniting everything, and finally overcame the previous failures and difficulties.

Then, once again, in the endless time, it ushered in withering.

"Come again!" Yeats's eyes were scarlet: "Let me do it again!"

"OK."

Huai Shi smiled like a devil.

So, come again.

Come back again and again, reincarnate again and again, be shattered and die again and again.

Countless hours of time are reincarnated one after another between the pages of the book, restarted again and again, and ended again and again, from Yeats's shouts and roars.

Gradually despair.

Madness.

numbness.

Finally, I was overwhelmed by the endless exhaustion.

Bewildered, he knelt down among the ruins of his great deeds.

"The only end of existence is destruction, isn't it?"

In front of him, the thin man with mottled white hair held the Book of Destiny, looking down with pity: "What you have done, what you have done, what the Golden Dawn expected, in the final analysis, is meaningless..."

“What’s the point of that?!”

Yeats lamented: "How on earth can we continue..."

"It's all meaningless, Yeats."

Huai Shi bent down, looked into his eyes, and told him: "The continuation of your favor and love is so short-lived."

"Fight, resistance, survival, hope, endurance, explosion, detour, directness, submission, destruction... Everything you love is just a temporary illusion."

He reached out and stroked the hair of the desperate spirit, "From the moment you choose to lower your head, your wishful dream begins."

"Now the dream is gone, Yeats."

He said, "It's time for you to wake up."

In that moment, everything was wiped out.

The accumulated results of one destruction after another, the torrent transformed by countless events, like a snowstorm, swallowed him up and enveloped his soul.

In that storm of despair and destruction, Yeats trudged forward again, until there was no way to go.

In front of him, there was only darkness.

That is the path chosen by the Golden Dawn, the abyss formed by countless hells.

"When you look into the abyss, the abyss does not look at you."

Huai Shi sat on the edge of the cliff, turned around, smiled, and led him to look down: "Because even the abyss will eventually die. Look, this nothingness is the future you are pursuing. "

A future of nothingness.

Yeats stared blankly at all this, unable to bear it any longer, the despair in his soul shrieking piercingly.

"Then what else?!"

He roared and asked, "What else is left?"

"Of course it's the result, Yeats."

Huai Shi stared at the darkness and smiled silently: "Even the abyss will be destroyed, but at the end of destruction, there will be an end waiting for you."

Now, with Huai Shi's words, the abyss is ringing.

Their end rises from the darkness.

Blooming with radiance.

Covering the sky and everything.

The giant wheel of violence is spinning, radiating endless darkness and eternal despair.

brought down the final destruction.

"I saw it...I saw it!"

In the secret ceremony, Yeats choked with sobs, his eyes burst into tears, but he couldn't help but reveal a dull smile on his lips, so happy.

Finally, he looked at where Mathers was.

tell him.

"I saw it," he said. "The black...sun!"

At that moment, the Fool could no longer care about anything else. He roared and gave the order to the devil, but it was already too late.

Yeats's soul completely collapsed.

In the torrent of phenomena and sefirot.

That face aged rapidly, with wrinkles and cracks appearing, as well as the void behind it, collapsing inward from decay, forming the crystallization he had been pursuing all his life.

The outline of the Book of Destiny rose from the shattered spirit.

Authority unfolds, writing the final result, using his life, his despair, his soul, and everything about him to compile the final ending.

That crucial full stop.

The dark and solemn sun disc slowly rose from the storm.

Covering everything.

Floating above the dome of the land of nothingness.

The next moment, there was a silent explosion.

Darkness surged, swallowing everything.