The Unfinished Night Is Unfinished

End 101

That appearance was imagined by me from my subconscious, that coat was transformed by my night patrol, and that outfit was an illusion out of my own habits.

The so-called 'Night Crow', the existence of the ninth Wanderer's Song, was just born from the [Illusion Card] by coincidence, just another layer of identity disguise that he had been using to hide his power.

but....

Now this identity has come alive.

"Would you like to take a guess?"

Seeing his own disguise smiling at him in the darkness of the scene and asking questions, even with the same black eyes as his own, there was something unreal and almost magical about this scene.

Can you imagine the image you play suddenly appearing in front of you like a real person one day?

Can't feel the breath, can't see the answer,

The moment he discovered that the golden pupil of his right eye could not see through the truth about the 'Night Crow' in front of him, he realized that her existence was more troublesome than he thought.

Fangran looked at Ye Crow, never imagining that he would see this figure from such a perspective. He couldn't help but clenched his hands holding the silver-broken dragon teeth, and spoke again with great difficulty in a deep and solemn voice:

"What...are you...?"

The ability of [Double Card] does not have the power to create personality. This physical self is undoubtedly myself with complete consciousness.

So since he is Fangran, inhabiting another body created by the power of [Double Cards],

What exactly is a Night Crow?

"Can't you guess? It's really sad. Even if I rarely show up recently, I actually wanted to confess to everyone just now,"

Shaking the ends of his silver hair, Ye Yao pretended to be helpless and regretfully shook his head, then brought up Fangran's signature frivolous smile when he was pretending to be a fake, and looked at him smiling:

"Obviously, so many things that happened before were all solved by me, including the dressing room, scenes in Beijing, concerts in Los Angeles, Pearl of the Night, Linfu Street..."

Fangran watched Ye Ya in front of him clearly describe the experiences that 'she' had had. Every time he heard her mention a location, his grip on Silver Broken Dragon's Tooth became tighter.

"But since you didn't guess,

Then I have to..."

He helplessly spread his hands and let out a sigh, seemingly intending to tell the answer out of good intentions, but at the end, Ye Ya suddenly flashed a teasing light in his black eyes, and changed the subject with a smirk.

"I'll tell you when you guess it."

Then at the moment when Fangran's eyes froze, she let out a mysterious chuckle, her fine silver hair fluttered, and the hem of her exquisite and luxurious jet black evening dress lifted up.

Under the cover of night, Night Crow spread his silver dragon wings on one shoulder and smiled softly as he slowly floated off the ground.

"See you next time, Fangran."

Then she flew up into the night sky and disappeared, leaving only Fang Ran, the only figure in London looking up at the simulated scene...

...

...

The virtual space surrounded by 10,000 meters of blue walls, the edge of a huge suspended circular plane, engraved with various sins being judged, the eighth bronze pillar that was originally lowered rumbled up,

The figure of a British gentleman in a tuxedo suit and a cane is projected above.

The brim of the black top hat lowered his young and handsome smiling face. He raised his sight and looked at the projections of other people in this space one by one.

On the seventh pillar, Ling Feng looks casual, and on the sixth pillar, Trinity wears a loose, loose white scientific coat and has an enchanting posture.

On the fifth pillar is the pale and handsome Femmel, who seems to have been used to appearing here for a long time; on the fourth pillar is the gloomy and cold-looking Adrian with a sense of arrogance;

On the third column hangs Hermephis with a deep smile, and on the second column hangs the silver-white alloy arm bones and the silent and cold dead line of the mask,

And on the first pillar, Esporeus has a white wolf on his shoulders and a mechanical body with a fierce iron blood!

Then he set his sights on the zeroth pillar, which was the largest and higher than all the bronze pillars surrounding the circular plane, and saw the figure of a man, who spoke in a gentle and soothing voice that made people feel friendly:

"Welcome to join you, my eighth pillar executive."

Hearing this welcome from the person who was speculated by countless outsiders about his true identity and the leader of the association, it was also hard to imagine that this was his voice.

Corosus took off his hat and put it on his chest, smiled respectfully and answered softly with a sound of pious faith:

"If the future you describe is real, then everything that comes true is the meaning that I have finally found for the rest of my life."

Regarding this answer, the figure on the zero pillar chuckled, and then asked in a generous and gentle voice:

"What about the other one?"

"The alchemist didn't seem to be interested in our plan. He left on his own after coming to North America. However, he is willing to continue to cooperate with us for research."

The one who answered the alliance leader's question was the projection of Ling Feng sitting on the sofa on the seventh pillar. On the side, Trinity also spread her hands and added:

"After all, he is a guy who practices forbidden alchemy in the biological realm and is so fanatical that he betrays his own camp."

"I thought it was going to be that guy filling that spot."

On the fourth column on the other side of the disk, Adrian hummed coldly, and on the fifth column, Femmel's blood-red eyes flashed with a strange color.

"Then it looks like I'm the only new member this time,"

Putting on his top hat again, Corossus chuckled with perfect etiquette. Listening to everyone's conversation, he looked at the eighth pillar where he was standing with strange eyes.

There is no ninth pillar with a human projection on the top.

"Then let me be curious, who is the person in that position?"

Unlike the eighth pillar that descended to confirm Siltan's death, Colossus discovered that the bronze pillars arranged in a serpentine shape around the circular platform were different from the first and second pillars guarding both sides.

The location is the most special. The ninth pillar facing the zero pillar seems to have always been standing there.

As one of the leaders of the royal court, he has never heard of the existence of an executive of the Ninth Pillar in the association for so many years, and surprisingly, it seems that other executive officers do not know the identity of this person. .

"One day, you will know."

In response to his question, the figure on the zero pillar just smiled peacefully, and then he raised his gaze and looked at all the association executives present in the virtual space.

"This divine visit experiment is now over. Thank you for your hard work, fellow executives."

"Now, can you tell me the result?"

In response to this, on the third pillar, the young figure of Hermephis let out an old and hoarse enthusiastic laugh:

"Everything is as you expected, your great leader,"

He raised his hand to open the information, and a virtual projection appeared in the center of the round platform surrounded by bronze pillars. The entire screen was filled with the roar of the mechanical silver dragon, and the grand scene of the arrow that made the world eclipse repel the man-made numbers!

"This experiment has been a perfect success."

Listening to his words that would surprise everyone who had prevented this crisis in Europe, the figure on the zero pillar raised his hand and smiled softly, and the dark energy crystal that had been activated appeared,

Let all the executive figures on the bronze pillars look at where he is.

"Then... next, prepare for the real 'God's arrival'."

...

...

At the same time, hidden in the Kunlun Mountains thousands of feet above sea level, it is a paradise that will never be known to the outside world.

A simple and solemn red iron hall comes to you like a primitive place. Under the plaque engraved with "Tiangong", the stone paved ground is filled with white air and high temperature the moment you step on it.

In the ancient and huge weapon-making furnace, large gears rotated and pulled thick chains. High-temperature red-orange molten iron flowed in the channels. The sound of forging iron was smelted from the hands of countless machine puppets!

The entire palace, which is obviously extremely wide and open, seems to have been burned red by the heat. The unbearable high temperature has set off a heat wave, and there is no trace of the style of the current era at all.

The ancient rhyme tradition has a majestic atmosphere, just like ancient legends, and it seems like a scene that only exists in the fantasy world of cultivation.

He was a short and strong old man with black hair and a rough beard. He looked at the graceful and carefree figure beside him, and his voice rumbled like thunder.

"You're a guy who only knows how to travel around, and you gave me such a difficult problem as soon as you came back, and it's because of that brat that makes people worry!"

But with a cold snort, the calm and self-confident old man crossed his chest with his sturdy bare arms and looked at the objects in the profound formation in the center of the blazing red hall, which was nearly a kilometer away. His narrowed eyes flashed brightly!

"What's the name of the weapon?"

"Before the foreign young man passed out, I asked him this question when I recovered him,"

Zhu Ling's bone fan used the heat wave to isolate. Seeing that the place where the old friend had not returned for a long time was still so hot, Qian Mian smiled softly, recalling the embarrassed and severely injured young man in the huge pit, but his eyes were extremely bright,

"He said that he originally thought that only a miracle could break life, but after witnessing the miracle with his own eyes, he suddenly discovered that everyone's life is actually in his own hands."

His eyes were in a trance, his bone fan was swaying slightly, and Qian Mian's words sounded far away.

"I hope that the life I am holding can break those who want to resist, and become the life I want, so it is called..."

Recalling the birth experience of what he knew before him, he couldn't help but sigh that nothing could be more appropriate. He whispered the name to himself,

"destiny."

In the center of the blazing red hall, the fragmented remains of the mechanical silver dragon are pieced together, and the huge outline of several hundred meters when intact can be vaguely seen.

It is placed there quietly, as if it is sleeping waiting to be recast...