Chapter 1408 Time to Wake up From the Dream

Westcott couldn't believe it, staring at the man in front of him.

Look at his smile.

He seems to always have this expression.

Always with a soft and warm smile, which is endearing.

However, that smile seemed to always be separated by a layer of fog. No matter what happened, it seemed that it had nothing to do with him and he never really cared.

Only when the disguise of the smile disappears can others notice that he is just watching.

Sit on the sidelines.

Standing in the corner, silently staring at everything, wary of everyone, with a persistence that ordinary people cannot understand, crawling upward, removing all stumbling blocks at all costs.

Even if the one standing in front of you is your true love.

From beginning to end, he never trusted anyone...

He's just pretending to be someone else's sidekick.

Act like you deserve it.

That's all.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

In the silence, Westcott's shoulders trembled, and he could no longer hold back the laughter surging in his heart, and covered his face.

It's so ridiculous, so abominable, even the Golden Dawn becomes ridiculous in comparison... But what does it matter if you betray all of yourself for the sake of that future?

"That's so sad, Russell!"

Under Westcott's five fingers, his face suddenly became ferocious, "How can you have the face to steal the heritage of the Utopia and claim to be the master of the genealogy of the Kingdom of Heaven!"

"Hmm... maybe I'm thick-skinned?"

Among the phantoms of countless beasts, Russell's face changed, like a fox, a wolf, a snake, or a skinny tiger. He looked at him: "Otherwise, how could I live to be your enemy?"

“To be honest, I don’t like a world where everyone lives in harmony, just like playing house, playing games with a smile.

I do not believe that there is unlimited tolerance and tolerance in this world, and I have never believed that anyone can accept my bad nature.

And I just want to find a place for myself. "

Russell spread his hands, seemingly helpless: "Look, you must be cautious, trembling, and test repeatedly to find a place of your own in this world.

Just like a lost dog...

Unfortunately, I failed. "

Even though he has tried his best to find clues in the Utopia, he has preserved everything that is left without exposing himself.

But when the kingdom of heaven fell before his eyes, he knew that he had lost.

For seventy years, he has been thinking about it all the time.

If only, I could really stand up and give it a try.

If only I could trust Katya a little more, a little more...

If only, I had made up my mind earlier——

Even though he had never trusted anyone before, he was heartbroken when he thought that someone had once trusted him so much and believed that he could have a bright future.

When they think about it, someone who was also trusted by them did such a thing...

He was already furious!

This is Loki's past.

The lie that he wanted to hide with countless lies.

He once thought he could lose everything and not care.

But he regretted it.

"How ridiculous, Russell."

Westcott stared at the haze in those eyes and couldn't help laughing: "We have known each other for so many years, but I didn't know that the biggest clown in the Utopia was you... Why didn't you show your humor earlier? Where’s the talent?”

Even though the words were so kind, a burning torrent descended from the shrinking wheel of light above the sky, causing the mighty singing whale in the waves to suddenly disappear.

With it comes the deep tide it sets off.

"It doesn't matter, it's still late."

Out of the strong wind, Russell waved his hand lightly, turning the flow of light into flying ribbons.

When the white hair floats, the sad and happy face is like a phantom, it is difficult to distinguish the reality, as if he is smiling: "I have a joke to tell you."

He said: "There once was a man who created the Golden Dawn and wanted to find a great future in the abyss..."

"That's it, Russell!"

Westcott closed his eyes, no longer wanting to see that pretending expression, the bells of the land of nowhere rang, and the loud echoes played.

The layers of broken hell opened up, and when the complex city opened like a bud, the light of the secrets flowing under the earth stung the abyss.

Aiming at the current situation from a distance.

"The Birth of Tragedy" is warmed up!

The event spirit created for the Great Mystery has awakened from the furnace, and its authority has condensed. It is enough to cross the verification of the three major blockades, and the poison that acts on the pillars of the current situation is born from the flowing light.

Aiming at the battlefield!

This is the death knell that the Golden Dawn has carefully prepared for this situation.

An absolute command that is enough to cause the Great Mystery and the Rainbow Bridge to completely shut down in a short period of time!

"Bear farewell to everything you love. Maybe one day you can meet again from hell."

Westcott gave the order to launch, and finally declared: "From the beginning to the end, everything you have is just ruins, and all you want to protect is nothingness!"

"Ah, it's almost time..."

Russell nodded clearly, seeming to agree: "I originally didn't want to do it so quickly. I wanted to leave this opportunity to the next generation as much as possible, but the situation is better than people, isn't it?"

silence.

In the long silence, Westcott froze on the spot.

Behind him, the torrent that was about to sweep through the current situation quickly extinguished after a burst of dazzling phantom light, like a burned out light bulb.

There were puffs of smoke.

Dead silence.

"Look, my original intention was to be as low-key as possible." Russell shrugged helplessly and sighed with regret: "In the end, I always have to be in the limelight and have to show up at every turn. It's really annoying."

When he opened his palm, an ancient book appeared between his five empty fingers.

Making Westcott's pupils shrink.

It was not the "Book of Destiny", but its appearance in Russell's hands at this moment frightened Westcott even more than the "Book of Destiny".

That is the weapon of destruction carefully prepared by the Golden Dawn for this situation.

The record of events that should have been mounted on the base of the secret ritual was officially launched at this moment...

——"The Birth of Tragedy"!

What's going on?

No, when exactly was it...

At that moment, Westcott felt chills all over his body.

"What's wrong? Can't you accept this?"

Russell was puzzled and asked curiously: "No way? You have developed so many downlines under my nose over the years, so I can't possibly leave you alone..."

He said, "It's over, Westcott."

Accompanying his words, flames rose into the sky from the core.

Westcott stiffened, eyes wide.

Feel the connection in many souls become unresponsive. Even the copy preservation core in the deepest part of the Great Library was unable to withstand the sudden increase in workload and fell into chaos.

When the scarlet pupils were raised, they were filled with madness, endlessly mobilizing disaster and source matter, tearing apart the phantoms in front of him.

But amidst the huge waves, Russell's figure still remains.

She bent down and looked at him.

Joking and mocking.

"How does it feel to plan to go bankrupt? Gee, those eyes are so full of fighting spirit and tenacity, it's so cute."

Loki sighed teasingly: "Why, you're not still holding on to the delusion that some hero will fall from the sky, are you? It's over, Westcott."

"Nothing is over!"

Westcott roared and retorted categorically: "Don't be wishful thinking, Russell, the plan left by the president will not be because of..."

boom!

In mid-air, lightning flashed away.

The Fabuti Blade emerged out of thin air as Russell, penetrated his raised right hand, and tore it apart.

Blood gushed out like a fountain.

"Don't be stupid, Westcott!"

Russell lowered his head and looked down with pity: "Since seventy years ago, he has abandoned everything, not only the Golden Dawn, but also the so-called present situation.

He has abandoned you.

Just like when your original parents abandoned you... simpler than throwing a plastic bag. "

"live--"

Westcott roared, and his severely injured right hand quickly regenerated and launched an attack in front of him. But in an instant, he felt a cold feeling on his back, and his simulated heart was shattered by the piercing of the sharp blade, and blood spurted out.

"Obviously everyone is a child in an orphanage, why are you the only one who is still ignorant?"

Behind him, Russell sighed, so disappointed.

It's time to grow up, Westcott.

Go alone and face the world.

Accept the pain, beatings, and...death that await you!

Snapped!

At that moment, a deep gap appeared in Westcott's body.

The action stopped abruptly.

There was absolutely no time to react, and there was no way to notice that this kind of injury... did not come from Russell, but from the heavy damage suffered by the land of nowhere!

He raised his head with difficulty, and in the spreading gaps on his face, black flames surged silently.

Bringing pain that tears the soul apart and burns the will from hell!

Involuntarily, he opened his mouth and vomited out a large amount of pale artificial blood.

But in the pale blood, there were still strands of darkness spreading, like a curse, forming a vague smile, so mocking.

"This is……"

Westcott trembled and roared hoarsely: "What is this?!"

"Maybe it was the joke I didn't finish."

Russell calmly appreciated everything in front of him. Looking at his painful convulsions, the corners of his mouth slowly raised: "It's quite funny, isn't it?"

Once upon a time, there was a man who created the Golden Dawn and wanted to find a great future in the abyss...

Then what?

Then he found it.

Unfortunately, the direction this great future is heading for is completely different from what he imagined.

boom!

When the final loud noise erupted, the blockade of the Chosen One collapsed silently.

[Justice] was crushed to pieces, [Stars] ushered in their fall, [Moon] disappeared without a trace, [Devil] fell into hell, [Judgment] ushered in judgment, [Death] ushered in death...

When the only spectator of this farce finished eating the chicken legs, drank all the happy water, and left with satisfaction, under the disintegrated Tarot, only the last figure who was nailed between the iron and stone by a sharp blade remained.

"It seems like the outcome has been decided?"

In front of the burning Hades giant, Huai Shi stepped on the ruins, lowered his head, stared at the Fool's soul, looked at it carefully, and then kicked it curiously.

"Hey, wake up, don't give up, fool."

He sincerely encouraged: "Do you have any other jobs? I really want to see them - that combination skill you just did really scared me. I almost lost it. It was too dangerous. By the way, There is also the sacrifice of the giant projection summoned by the [Priestess], and the light of judgment emitted by [Judgment] at the cost of one's own soul... Wow, the sound, light and electricity effects are simply the best!

Of course, the most powerful thing is the secret weapon of your Jedi counterattack - the shadow of blindness and stupidity, is that the name? If it weren't for Osiris, I would have almost flipped over. It was a thrilling ride. "

"...Ha...you can be as proud as you want, Huaishi."

The Fool's translucent face twitched with difficulty as he looked at his opponent's mocking look: "You can humiliate me, but you can't kill me. You can't destroy Dawn, and you can't stop us."

Even if all the Aleisters are annihilated here, the technology of the Chosen One still remains. Even if the projection of the Fool is killed, the future Fool will be born in the consciousness of the new Chosen One. .

It is stronger, larger, and more complete than the current one.

A failure, no matter how huge and tragic, will become a stepping stone to higher ground in the future.

"The current situation...the current situation will definitely...fall..."

Even under the sharp edge, the Fool still raised his head arrogantly, and finally told Huai Shi: "We are the future..."

Huaishi said nothing.

He seemed to be distracted, thinking about something in a daze, as if he didn't hear anything at all.

Just staring at the ruins around him and the hell in front of him.

After a long time, he suddenly asked: "Aleister, do you dream?"

The fool said nothing.

The incomplete soul struggled to maintain itself, silently calling out to the land of nothingness.

There is still a chance, even if it means completely ruining yourself, it doesn't matter.

The system of "Maxims and Arrows" is still under his control.

As long as he is given a little more time, he can change the direction and completely destroy Huai Shi and himself together.

He widened his eyes and stared at the man in front of him.

But Huai Shi never came back to his senses.

However, he said to himself: "Before, someone told me that the Chosen One never cared about such minutiae from the design stage.

You are new human beings who live in reality. You are not afraid of hell and abyss, nor are you afraid of despair and difficulties. Therefore, you do not need to escape reality, and you have no chance to dream.

so--"

Huai Shi lowered her head, looked into his eyes, and told him, "I decided to give you a gift."

At that moment, he reached out his hand behind him.

The huge beast of the end rose from the shadow, opened its mouth, and brought a gift carefully prepared by the heavenly lineage amidst the layers of steel blockade.

"If the chosen one cannot dream, then I will give you my dream——"

At that moment, the last container shattered silently, and strands of darkness stretched out from it, falling into Huai Shi's hands. Countless malice and curses, catalyzed by the virus, formed a steel-like container. crystallization.

All the taboo collections in the Tower of Ivory were exhausted, based on the blood of Sophora Poem and the authority of the Beast of the End, mobilizing the storage technology of the ideal country at that time, and finally created through the joint efforts of the great masters and creators of the world, At this moment, in Huai Shi's hand, it turned into a dagger.

"Good dreams are hard to find in this world."

Huaishi bent down and whispered goodbye in the fool's ear:

"farewell."

Just like when it pierced the hearts of his companions, with Huai Shi's movements, it penetrated into the soul of the Fool.

Hereby, return this blood hatred that has lasted for seventy years!

At that moment, the Fool heard the sound of his soul being torn apart.

However, I couldn't feel the pain.

Just sleepy, confused, and unprecedentedly tired, I felt a sudden lightness in my body, as if I was flying, leaving behind all the pain in the world and all the burdens in hell.

Unrestrained, he fell into sleep.

The dreamland given by Sophora japonica poems.

Then, at the moment of awakening, he screamed involuntarily.

So high pitched.

He struggled crazily, wanting to kill himself, but found that... he was unable to do anything.

Just like Huai Shi can't kill him, no one can kill him. As long as a chosen person exists, he will be immortal.

He used to be so proud of his own existence, proud of his mission, and looked forward to the future that belonged to them.

But now, he just wants to die.

It was like a mirage, a death that was just out of reach!

The dark dream is too long, so long that even a fool despairs of it. When that endless dream swallowed up his soul, he saw everything that the dream revealed to him.

About death, about hell, about despair, about the cold death waiting for them at the end of the long road!

And...about the sun!

Countless crazy thoughts emerge from the soul, as if boiling, spreading with the darkness, and the uncontrollable impulse condenses with despair into a crystal that wipes out consciousness, spreading quickly like an infection, and is engraved in the soul. deepest.

It's not a plague, nor a curse, it's just the essence condensed from the essence of the beast of the end.

A generous gift from the abyss!

He seemed to be dissolved, but also seemed to be torn apart, torn into thousands of himself, fragmented, but angry and fighting endlessly, attacking each other, fighting, and merging again.

One of his eyes could still see the glorious future, but the other eye could only see the bleak and cold end.

"The abyss will bury everything, including the hell you created."

It was as if a voice whispered softly in his ear, which made him furious and roared: "Shut up, Huaishi!!!"

But it was not Huai Shi who spoke.

When he turned around, he saw another Aleister.

Another self in darkness.

The insect-eaten remains were smiling, looking at him, being destroyed into ashes... as if it was a destined ending.

But then, he discovered that it was not the illusion that was destroyed, but himself.

In the darkness, one fool after another trudged from the long dream, died one after another, roared in anger, screamed in pain, and finally choked and turned into dust from the eternal nothingness.

In the end, when the long road came to an end, there was only an abyss of nothingness left in front of us.

Destruction awaits everything.

In front of the eternal nothingness and abyss, everything seemed like dust. Such a scene was engraved in his soul and filled every corner of his consciousness.

Then, he finally saw it.

The meaning of destruction, the nature of destruction, the end of the abyss.

besides……

sun.

The dark sun! ! !

Snapped!

At that moment, right in front of Huai Shi, the Fool's last projection fell apart, turned into phantom light, and dissipated in mourning. But then, frightened screams rang out from the land of nowhere.

Ruins, shelters, secret vaults, secret ritual places...even outside the land of nothingness, in the subjugated country, the sea of ​​thunder, and even in the corners of the current situation.

in every place.

In the mouth of every chosen one.

It was as if he had experienced unprecedented torture and ravage. When the dream of nothingness enveloped his soul, he could not help but fall into madness.

Painful spasms and twitches, vainly destroying everything within reach, even himself.

It was like trying to dig out the brain from the skull and let the self escape from the soul, a meaningless struggle.

Like a fish trying to escape the ocean.

Until finally, all the strength was lost, and the face that had been torn and scratched beyond recognition was lifted up, and the broken pupils were burnt to coke by the despair gushing out from the soul.

Dark flames surged and burned from the holes in the eyes.

The flame called 'Despair' is spreading from every soul!

This is the pollution that spreads from the source to the whole, using the existence of the Fool as a sacrifice, giving every chosen person a nightmare.

"Remember me, Aleisters."

A cold voice sounded from the painful souls, telling them: "This is the eternal dream I give you, the excommunication you bear because of original sin."

He said, "Remember, at the end of destruction, there is only a black sun waiting for you."

So, at the end of the dream, the scorching sun rises from the abyss.

Burn everything!

In this way, the unstoppable plague spread rapidly. In the dream that was so long that there was no end, despair reached its climax, starting from the last cry of the soul.

In just a few seconds, more than a third of the chosen people were burned to death, a third of the chosen people chose to commit suicide, and a third of the chosen people were wailing in pain. .

From then on, the enlightenment from the beast of the end will be rooted in the soul of every chosen person.

Not just now, as long as the clan still exists, even the newly born chosen people will usher in this gifted dream through the induction of the unknown and the connection of the Fool.

In the dream, I witnessed the destruction of everything, again and again.

In despair, revelation comes——

Chase the black sun, Solidifier, and seek the truth of destruction and end.

Go and seek the only ending that belongs to you!

From now on, this is the nightmare that haunts all the Chosen People, the disease that Aleisters are born with, and the disease of the soul that every Chosen One will carry.

In the long eternity, once you relax your vigilance, once you give up, once you waver in countless endless dreams, then the spreading lesions in the soul will catalyze the fire of despair and burn everything.

The end of Great Expectations is only destruction!

And at the end of the abyss, the beast of the end awaits you in your dreams.

This is [Chasing Day Syndrome]!

"Russell!!!"

When the pain of all the chosen people overlapped and poured into Westcott's soul through the land of nothing, the ruler let out a shrill roar.

He stretched out his hand with difficulty, trying to tear the bubble apart, and pulled Russell's collar, shouting: "What good thing have you done!!!"

Russell, on the other hand, just stretched out his hand and carefully smoothed the wrinkles on his collar.

Patted on the shoulder.

"Face the reality, my friend, it's time to wake up from your dream and stop deceiving yourself."

He gently touched Westcott's face and told him: "Mom and dad will never come back again. You are an orphan. You must learn to dress yourself and take care of yourself.

From now on, no one will play games with you anymore.

Therefore, you must learn to smile and stop crying when facing suffering. "

Just like that, he raised two fingers and made a mocking arc on the face of the solidifier.

"Come on, have a smile."

Russell looked at him as if he were looking at himself when he lost everything for the first time, and told him: "Because you have nothing but your smile."

Not only the land of nothing, but also the chosen people who are destined to be buried in the abyss. Starting from today, the Golden Dawn has put countless efforts in the past seventy years, and here it ushered in complete destruction.

This is the ending Loki left for his opponents.

"You are dreaming...wishful thinking!!!"

Even though he was weakened to the limit, Westcott's eyes were wide open, and his scarlet pupils were staring at the man in front of him, as if he wanted to tear his throat out with his own teeth.

"The Golden Dawn will never end here! No, even without us, the president's plan will definitely... we will definitely be able to usher..."

"Savior plan?"

Russell nodded with understanding: "An Xin is gone a long time ago. Just like what others know, there is no possibility of completion."

"impossible!"

Westcott yelled hoarsely: "That plan really exists... No, in that case... it's impossible... President him... President..."

Snapped!

His voice stopped abruptly.

From Russell's hands.

The five closed fingers were like iron pliers, clamping onto his throat and lifting him up from the clouds.

"Don't mention that title in front of me!"

Russell looked at his opponent coldly, his lying smile disappeared, and all that was left was an uneasy calm: "For the sake of you taking care of me at the Genius House, Westcott, this is me The truth for you - the Savior's plan never started and He has failed.

From the moment that guy betrayed his duty! "

Westcott looked at him blankly, dull. It was difficult to tell whether what this man said was true or false.

Unfortunately, this is also a lie.

The reason why the president failed was not because he betrayed everyone, nor because he betrayed his ideals, nor because he betrayed his responsibilities.

But it started from the moment Russell discovered that he dared to betray his trust!

"Then, before we say goodbye, let's ask one last question——"

Russell raised his head and asked expressionlessly: "Guess, since the Woodman who was responsible for the destruction is already dead, why did the kingdom fall?"

"..."

At that moment, Westcott's pupils stagnated and contracted rapidly.

Uncontrollable trembling.

The bloodshot eyeballs almost protruded from their sockets as they stared at the man in front of them.

This person actually experienced the fall of the Kingdom of Heaven.

The man who almost personally prevented the fall of the Kingdom of Heaven, witnessed the entire process, and saved the lineage of the Kingdom of Heaven, preserving the only hope for the Utopia.

Everyone has always believed that it was Woodman's sabotage, desperate counterattack, and advance planning before his death that completed such a horrific attack.

However, no one has thought that maybe there is another possibility.

Another possibility that is colder and crueler.

"Russell..."

The ruler who had been severely injured emitted an unbelievable cry from his throat, like a wandering soul choking, but then it turned into a hysterical scream:

"Russell!!!"

Russell didn't answer.

He just clenched his five fingers and slowly contracted them, until a clear cracking sound sounded, and the light from the Eye of Ymir burned away all the solidified souls.

Then, a mummy fell from the clouds.

Flying like fallen leaves, swaying, slowly falling into the collapsing hell.

Russell never spoke again from beginning to end.

Just watched silently.

Just like when he watched the president fall into the burning heaven.

Just like he used to be.