Chapter 782 Dreams Are Opposite

When dawn passed, there was still darkness between heaven and earth. When the sun rose, it could not break through the thick clouds that shrouded the earth.

Thunder and lightning shrouded the inner circle of Danbo.

Countless rays of light danced between the dark clouds, illuminating the strange shadows crawling behind the clouds in another world...

But this is not a rare thunderstorm as the news said, but a hell on earth is taking shape.

Over a long period of time, countless painful souls were driven into despair little by little, ushered in the blowouts and explosions of the abyss, and finally fell into the hell they created.

Living in the human world is too painful.

They have no choice.

The only place I can go to is that kind of place...to escape to hell.

In the self-calling dragon flute's probe, all numerical changes are extremely intuitive and clearly visible. Behind the countless changes, the framework of creation from the abyss emerges, revealing its ferociousness.

"[Truth Hengchang]?"

Russell's projection whispered softly, "Is it really Woodman's work?"

"One of the creators of the Golden Dawn?"

Isaac asked: "I heard that he died when he fell in heaven."

"Yes." Russell said, "I killed him with my own hands."

"..."

In silence, Isaac was stunned and looked at the projection, but Russell's projection was still calm and expressionless, only the coldness of a wild beast appeared in his gloomy eyes.

"It's a pity that it's too late," Russell said. "If we had taken action earlier, we wouldn't have had endless troubles."

The man named ‘William Robert Woodman’ has long since died.

He died in the hands of Russell seventy years ago, when the Kingdom of Heaven fell.

But his works are still circulating in the world - his last masterpiece, and also his inheritor. The memes that spread throughout the country like poison, gather the "spirit of events" of the original darkness of human nature.

"That's probably what the so-called 'haunting ghost' means, right?"

Russell sighed in disgust: "He sacrificed all his soul and stigmata to his works, creating phantoms that do not exist in this world, and spread them by word of mouth and text, even if it is the meme operation of the Astronomical Society It cannot be isolated.”

Like a virus, it turned into ubiquitous fragments and parasitized in the sea of ​​silver, making it difficult to eradicate.

"For seventy years, he has been like a devil, tirelessly tempting people to go to hell and self-destruction. He has provoked countless riots in the current situation."

"Sounds like Mephistopheles."

"Who says it's not the case? Have you seen that tattered book of "Faust"? That's the companion he took away from the Kingdom of Heaven... He looks like his master, that's all I can say?"

Russell knocked on the table and said coldly: "If it was him, the origin of the cells of the 'Eternal Beast' can be explained. After all, the Golden Dawn is a remnant of the Utopia. It is not surprising to have such a collection.

He went to great lengths to stir up the general's ambition and create all this, introducing two major elements of destruction into the current situation, just for this scene, right? "

He said: "[Fusion] of elements of destruction."

In this hell on earth, the combination of elements of destruction is about to begin.

The seeds that can destroy the world are slowly sprouting.

The reason why the element of destruction is called an element is precisely because of the existence of such hidden dangers.

——The power that may destroy the current situation.

To say so is too general and it is nothing more than information released to the outside world.

The total number of twenty-four elements of destruction on the Monument of Silence created by the previous president before he disappeared has only been revealed so far.

Twenty-four powers capable of destroying the entire world. Nine of them have been permanently contained by the Survival Institute, and four, including Old Gaia, have been completely destroyed.

But there are too many things that may destroy the entire world. At best, it is just a possibility. Do we need to care so much?

There are too many people in this world that can destroy everything, who can count them all? More often than not, all it takes to usher in destruction is a lunatic who will stop at nothing to light the fuse.

To be more precise, the so-called "element of destruction" should be something that will definitely destroy the current situation once a certain prerequisite is completed!

This was a secret strictly guarded by the institutions above the decision-making room. As the vice-principal of the Ivory Tower, Isaac had only heard a few words about it.

For example - there is actually a corresponding relationship between the elements of destruction.

The essence of the twenty-four elements of destruction was calculated by mobilizing the infinite human wisdom of the Silver Sea through the Silent Man's Stone Tablet. Twelve kinds of 'destruction endings' that will appear in the future.

Once the corresponding elements of destruction are combined, the fate and future of all things will be completely rewritten.

The destruction of the present state is imminent.

Once the deepening is completed, the Swampman virus will begin to spread crazily and take over everything.

At the end, the divine union with the rancher.

The faith of the immortal man and the existence of the immortal god merge into one, completing the synthesis of the elements of destruction...

"But... what the rancher corresponds to is not an immortal beast." The vice principal found it difficult to understand: "It should be the 'man in gray', right?"

"The man in gray has abandoned the abyss, Isaac. As long as he does not give up the responsibilities left to him by the president, then he will never be able to gain the rancher's income, nor will he sound 'Armageddo' for Him. The clarion call for the "Battle of Dun". That was the last protection left by the previous president to his assistant."

Russell sneered: "Guess what the 'Golden Dawn' corresponds to as the element of destruction?"

Isaac said nothing.

——As the element of destruction, [Golden Dawn] corresponds to [Heaven]!

But the kingdom of heaven has fallen in Perun's hands.

The wreckage is gone.

Isaac didn't know much about what happened back then. He didn't know whether Perun chose to destroy the Kingdom of Heaven in order to eradicate the Golden Dawn, or for his own purposes.

But no matter what the reason is, the result will not change.

As an element of destruction, the Golden Dawn has just been born, but it has lost its corresponding other half and cannot be finally completed.

All this is a different kind of hell experiment in the Golden Dawn.

Using the inner circle of Danba as a petri dish, the power of the two major destructive elements was combined on the hybrid culture medium, with the intention of spying on the real result.

Breaking the hell blockade in Yingzhou is just a matter of course. They have to sacrifice the lives of hundreds of thousands of people in exchange for the final answer!

Now, under Yu Shi's call, the thunder clouds rumbled.

The hell on earth is roaring, and the invisible gravity is pulling on the power of the ‘Blissful Land’, opening the way to hell.

"Magna Est Veritas Et Praevavebit——"

The truth is everlasting.

On top of the burning Empire State Building, Woodman looked up at the dark sky, with an indifferent smile, and from the gradually increasing depth, a framework of creation from hell was erected.

Wrap it all in hell.

The Swamp Man virus is rapidly sprouting, transforming and evolving again, spreading from the entire Danbo inner circle, and deeply integrating with the divinity of Yushi...

"At this level, no matter how useless the Continuity Institute is, they should have noticed that there is an extra 'damper' on the Doomsday Clock, right?"

He murmured softly, raised his head, and looked into the distance.

After the sky suddenly shattered, the light of extinction fell from the sky. The light was as sharp as a knife, cutting through the dark clouds from south to north, and then suddenly turned around, perfectly surrounding the Tamba District.

The light is like an iron curtain, instantly isolating the inside and outside.

Purification sequence, start!

Soon, the monsters from the "Border Prison Experimental Area" will march straight in and destroy everything they see. Through the subsequent sixteen operating procedures, from physics to memory to history, the entire Danbo inner circle will be wiped from the world. remove……

Woodman looked down at it all with a mocking smile.

Whether or not this place could continue to exist was of no concern to him.

All the Golden Dawn wants is the final result. All data and changes generated between [Yes] and [No] will be recorded during the observation.

Destruction only deepens faster, just like war and massacre.

It has always been the only way to create hell.

Now, as the earth rumbles, a ferocious corner of the behemoth that exists between the present, the border, and hell emerges. When countless crowded buildings were pushed open to both sides out of thin air, thick doors emerged from the front of Tamba's inner circle.

The dark door was covered with reliefs of pain. The moment the huge outline emerged from the air, the cold breath spread in all directions, freezing everything.

That is the last work from the creator Rodin - the Gate of Hell, the boundary that completely isolates all pollution and monsters in the Existence Court from the real world.

Now, the door leading to Linbo, the border prison, slowly opened a crack.

A long-lost figure emerged from it, staring at the hell on earth ahead with pity in his eyes.

——Creator Shah!

The man who always had a joking smile looked serious at the moment, evaluating and witnessing everything in front of him with his naked eyes, and completing the final procedures.

There is indeed no cure here.

Next is the time to start the purification.

He slowly raised his palm, and with his movements, the gate of hell shook violently and roared. The giant creature from the border prison behind the door let out a hungry roar, eager to join in this brutal fighting and poisoning. Go in.

But the narrow gate of hell failed to open.

Shah's movements paused.

He slowly raised his eyes and looked forward. From the drizzle, an embarrassed figure emerged.

It was like he was running wildly all the way, rolling and crawling, covered in scars, stumbling forward, looking as embarrassed as a beggar wandering the streets.

But now, he was standing in front of Shah and the Gate of Hell, struggling to support his trembling knees.

Just like that, spread your arms.

Facing extinction and death.

In the overlooking view of countless detective lenses, that person's face is clearly visible...

Genichiro Miyamoto.

"Why bother, Miyamoto."

Shah looked at his student with pity in his eyes: "You know, the purification sequence has never been revoked. This will only sacrifice yourself."

"Then sacrifice me!"

Miyamoto trembled and replied hoarsely: "Please take my life! Kamishiro is my student, and the tool used to create Swamp Man Disease is my tool. I should die, I should die here!"

"But teacher..."

He was already in tears and knelt on the ground, "Please save my compatriots, please, please..."

In the brief silence, Shah lowered his eyes.

"Sorry, Miyamoto," he said, "There's nothing I can do."

"Then I won't give up!"

Miyamoto's face twitched, unable to restrain his fear, but he never left the front: "I have given up too many times, teacher, please allow me to die here with them."

"Well, how about adding me?"

A hoarse voice sounded from behind him.

Under the umbrella held by the students, an old man in a wheelchair and wearing a respirator was pushed forward. His chest was rising and falling with difficulty, and he made a muddy breathing sound through the respirator.

Kyoto University, former Dean of the Faculty of Science, Eguro Seijuro.

Miyamoto raised his head in shock and looked at him.

"Idiot, what can you do on your own? You can't even budget, you're a piece of trash."

Under the respirator, the old man was mercilessly venomous at his old friend. When he looked at the gate of hell, his voice was hoarse: "I am also a hybrid from the inner circle of Danbo. If you want to destroy them, please join me."

Beside him, the old hybrid who had just thrown away his police uniform ran towards him, panting violently.

In the distance, the sound of engines breaking through the blockade continued to sound, and figures one after another emerged from the depths of the rain curtain, transiting through the border, coming from all over the world...

Ivory Tower, Imperial College, Ivy League, Royal University of Egypt...

Some are male or female, some are young, but most are old.

At this moment, whether they are scholars, sublimators, alchemists from the Stone Cauldron Society, or others, after taking off their uniforms and symbols, the old people took off their hats, lifted their hair, and revealed The characteristics of his own hybrid.

In this way, together with Miyamoto, they blocked the front of the Purification Legion.

Silently waiting for destruction to come.

A silent struggle.

"You know what you're doing, right?"

Shah looked at the blockers in front of him with regret, "You can only sacrifice yourselves in vain. The purification sequence will not be canceled because of your resistance."

"At least give them a chance, teacher!"

Miyamoto knelt on the ground and prayed humbly: "Just one chance...Teacher, please...does anyone deserve to live in hell after birth?"

"Miyamoto, among the students I have taught, you are the worst one."

Shah sighed pitifully, but the raised hand did not fall down after all. He slowly clenched his fingers and took them back.

The gates of hell are not closed.

Thousands of pairs of hungry eyes behind the door stared coldly at the world in front of them.

"You only have fifteen minutes, Miyamoto."

Shah said softly: "With my authority, I can only do so much for you. As a price, no matter what the result is, your life will no longer belong to you, and you will spend the rest of your life in the Survival Court. I will continue to serve the current situation as a prisoner.”

Fifteen minutes, in exchange for a lifetime.

Miyamoto collapsed on the ground, covering his face, but couldn't help crying with joy.

"Thank you, teacher, thank you..."

In the projection of Dragon Summoning Flute, Russell held his chin and looked over curiously: "By the way, Isaac, isn't Miyamoto being watched by you?"

"Yeah, but he got an email and ran away."

The vice-principal nodded calmly and apologized: "Sorry, Your Excellency, this is my dereliction of duty."

"..."

In the silence, Russell's expression became heavy and he scratched his head helplessly, "Isaac, this is a big mistake. You can't get over it by deducting two days' salary... At least you will be deducted a week!"

Isaac remained expressionless, just stroking his chest and saluting: "Thank you for your punishment."

"That's not necessary," Russell said, "but I'm curious, who sent that email?"

Isaac shook his head: "The passage from the Astronomical Society seems to be a message from a confidential channel. However, I think this matter... has something to do with one of our teachers."

Russell raised his eyebrows in understanding.

In the mountains, inside and outside a closed resort hotel, Ai Qing stared at the live broadcast of tomorrow's news, the lighter spinning silently between her fingers.

This was the last email message she sent to Miyamoto during the brief delay before handing over her phone.

There are only three words for Swamp Man Syndrome.

With Miyamoto's ability, it is not difficult to guess what happened, and it is not difficult to imagine what the next result will be. It was a little too cruel for Ran to expect an old scholar to make a sacrifice, but other than that, there was nothing she could do.

This was the last chance she could get for Huai Shi.

fifteen minutes……

Huai Shi, this is your last time.

When the countdown to extinction begins, the final fight within the alliance is finally about to come to an end.

In the dilapidated conference room, blood was already dripping with blood and corpses were in a mess. Among the dozens of corpses, the old man roared, swung his knife, and pierced the enemy's heart.

Scarlet blood spurted out, turning the old face red again.

Just like this, in the burning headquarters, amid the fighting everywhere, he tried his best to breathe, raised his head, and looked at the enemies close at hand.

"You're still too young, Chiba."

Sheng Tianmu grinned, pulling at the blood on his face, and his smile turned ferocious: "You didn't expect it, did you? When I was young, I was the king of fights in the inner circle of Damba!"

In the corridor, the blood-stained Chiba struggled to move forward, fighting all the way to get here. The subordinates beside him were already dead and injured.

He successfully forced the last enemy into a desperate situation.

Even though he himself was bruised and bruised.

"Come on, old guy."

He wiped the blood from his face, pulled out a sword from the corpse on the ground, and held it tightly.

Amidst the smoke and burning, the rebels and the President faced each other from a distance, forgetting the sound of the building collapsing.

This is the final battle between trapped beasts.

When a loud noise erupted in the distance, the two men let out hoarse roars at the same time. The beast showed its claws and collided in the same place, and the high-pitched sound of steel friction erupted.

Immediately afterwards, the broken knife flew up from the air, fell to the ground, and fell apart.

Sheng Tianmu's face twitched, he lowered his head with difficulty, and saw the blade that penetrated from his shoulder to his chest.

The outcome is decided!

"Your history is over, you are born with a third eye, and along with the history of the alliance -"

Qianye twisted the blade and breathed hard: "Take your throne with you. This is the last friendship between you and me."

The corner of Sheng Tianmu's mouth twitched with difficulty, as if he was smiling.

Such a close distance,

very nice……

Using his last strength, he raised his trembling left hand in his sleeve and pulled the trigger.

Amidst the loud noise, Qianye's heart burst out with a wisp of scarlet.

Chiba-kun, I have not waited my whole life to be this president. But I want to prove that I didn't fail back then - one day, I can also become a hero.

"Chiba-kun, thank you."

He said, "Thank you."

In silence, Qianye slowly lowered his head, looked at the wound on his chest, and fell to the ground with the old man.

The final outcome is to die together.

But for some reason, he didn't feel angry. It didn't matter, even if he died.

Just feel sorry for the others...

"It's so stupid, it's the third eye."

Chiba murmured in disappointment: "Kneeling on the ground, there is no salvation..."

If this continues, all hybrids will suffocate and die silently.

But if you die, you should scream loudly.

At least let people know that they... once existed.

"If we can't survive in the human world, we can at least go to hell..."

He leaned on the wall and spent his last moments looking at the dark sky beyond the broken wall: "Besides hell, we have no way to go."

"You are really a hero, Chiba-kun, I am far inferior to you."

In the pool of blood, Shengtianmu smiled silently.

He was clearly on his deathbed, but in such a precious time, he did not recall the warm memories with his family. All he could recall was the scene when he met the young man for the first time.

How delighted and happy he was when the time jumper from the future knelt down in front of him and begged for his help.

It was like a lifetime of pain had been redeemed.

"Please let me help you." Sheng Tianmu held the young man's hand and said with such force, "Please let me help you!"

He just has one problem.

"Excuse me, what did I look like before I died?"

At that time, the young man raised his head and told him seriously: "Impassionate!"

joke.

He knew it was a lie.

You must have died in a miserable state, right?

He has always been like this, afraid of failure, never taking risks, never sacrificing anything. If there is nothing he can do, then he will kneel at the feet of his enemies and beg for mercy, with tears streaming down his face, begging them to be noble and spare his life...

Finally, he was killed like a wild dog.

Over the years, I have had such terrible dreams countless times.

I woke up countless times and was scared countless times.

Ashamed of his own weakness, sad of his own embarrassment. Painful for his own failure, desperate for it all.

Crying and crying over his inability to be a hero.

Now, death has finally arrived, and all the nightmares that once feared have disappeared, replaced by indescribable peace and tranquility.

It's not painful, but I can't help but smile with satisfaction.

"Qianye-kun, dreams are indeed lies."

He stretched out his hand with difficulty, using his last strength, trying to touch the fire in the distance, but everything seemed to turn into bubbles, gradually dimming and dissipating.

Dreams are the opposite.

Everyone, don't be afraid.

This time, we will definitely be able to have...

future.

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