Chapter 747 TOAA Above All Things
The sun of wrath suddenly melted the black abyss into ashes. The judgement has come to the court, and the huge book has been opened, and the records are clear at a glance.
The souls of all the dead gathered in front of the Holy Throne, and they became firewood and lit the fire for God.
So far, heaven has been cast from all the tombs.
——[Gospel of the Abyss·Revelation]
"How do you think about this?" Loki wrote on the parchment, although no one asked him to do so.
Su Lin glanced at the Eternal who had no desire to live, and slowly loosened the hand that was holding the throat of fate.
"Then the Vice President and I will go back to the White House to prepare for the press conference?" Loki smiled.
He was really afraid of Su Lin's moody state now, and he was afraid that the other party would kill the Eternal who had just been resurrected and was still in a weak state if he was not satisfied.
"This cause and effect has ended."
Su Lin said to Yang Jian and others who were waiting on the other side: "If there is anything next, go to Yuanshi."
Taibai Jinxing noticed that Su Lin's tone and meaning were a little wrong.
At this time, Su Lin waved his hand to open the tunnel leading to the universe in the eternal body: "Let's all go back."
"Your Majesty, won't you go back with us?" Taibai Jinxing asked tentatively: "If there is anything unfinished, can we help?"
Loki also asked: "What time will you return to the White House to give a speech?"
Su Lin looked up, his eyes looking at an unknown direction. From this moment on, a sticky and substantial light overflowed from his body.
Light, infinite light!
Burning, far more brilliant than the sun, more terrifying than the energy at the birth of the universe!
In the horrified eyes of the crowd, Su Lin put his hands on the armrests of the throne, and slowly propped up his body from the seat in a way that seemed to be trying his best.
In the illusion, there was a phantom struggling desperately to keep Su Lin who had just overlapped with himself.
Tyranny, coldness, and the breath of all malice and darkness spread on Su Lin and the phantom at the same time, crackling, not a sound in the material sense, as if it was a sign that the world was about to break.
"You go back by yourselves." Countless cracks spread on Su Lin's body, and flames suddenly burst out from the inside.
A powerful repulsive force enveloped everyone, and while the abyss was pulled out of this void dimension, only Su Lin was still in it.
"Your Majesty!?"
Boom!
On the throne.
The terrifying halo spread, enveloping the flames in Su Lin's body, turning into layers of giant rings, piercing through the abyss and the void and flying out of the dimension and time that could not be seen.
A drop of ink dyed the throne black, or in other words, the pure white was fading, and the throne began to become as dark as the abyss. The ominous and terrifying black light once again emerged from the outline of the Kabbalah tree on the back of the chair.
Out of dimension, out of sight, out of time and space. That was not something they could understand or leave an impression on.
"I'm tired." Su Lin showed a tired smile.
In the pure white and flawless, all-burning brilliant light, Su Lin walked step by step along the long river of time, breaking through many boundaries, and walked into the abyss.
His steps became heavier, as if he would turn into mottled light and shadow and disappear into ashes at any time.
"This time, I may have to sleep longer."
He turned his back to the crowd, his hands hanging down on both sides of his body, and as his luxurious purple robe swayed weakly, the nothingness under his feet left an immortal mark.
It was because of this mark that everyone could see the distant and untouchable majestic figure.
That figure dominated the world, but it seemed to be shaky and about to collapse.
Protecting countless lives, crossing the heavens and the worlds, completing hunting and revenge.
Even if everyone knows that He is very strong, who knows the price of this power? How can this power be without a price! ?
He was not fully recovered in the first place.
Every minute and every second is a burden.
Yang Jian's lips turned pale, because it was because he asked the Emperor of Heaven that these things happened.
"Let's go back."
Su Lin seemed to look back with some nostalgia. He showed a relaxed smile, waved his sleeves, and said:
"The Heaven will be handed over to you and Yuanshi for the time being."
The cracks have spread all over the body, and fragments are constantly disappearing like bubbles. That is the puzzle of the fragments of the First Sky, and also Su Lin's current body.
"Your Majesty! Why are you so troubled!!!"
Taibai Jinxing stretched out his hand, but he couldn't touch the figure no matter what.
The waves were like water, empty and hazy. After all, he was broken into pieces in the blazing brilliance, and collapsed and curled up into an origin with the abyss.
Loki opened his mouth and stared blankly at the place where Su Lin disappeared.
An invisible sorrow and pain began to permeate everyone's heart.
It seems a bit too much, but that's what happened.
Should I reply to Taibai Jinxing with "I will do my best to protect everything in the heavens, because I am Haotian God"?
But that would be too much of a parting of life and death.
Besides, my mental will has almost reached its limit, and I will yawn if I say one more word.
This state of mental exhaustion is a bit troublesome.
But it doesn't matter, I can sleep in my own Tiandao's arms for a few days and nights, and then wake up from the external incarnation I left behind.
As for the Type-Moon Origin, it is temporarily stuck in the eternal body of the Marvel Universe, so don't worry about it.
After that, I will seal up Meng Qi and the other big mouths, and I will have a reasonable reason to disappear for a while in the next period of time.
Finding a reason to take a sick leave and not care about anything can at least comfort my mood that the leverage has been blown.
But to be honest, I lost a lot of money on leverage this time.
I don’t know if the concept of being possessed by the Abyss God and being taken away by Tony Su has any impact.
‘Sure enough, the end of the leverage is the rooftop’
‘I forgot the name of the futures teacher, I understand. ’
It was like the difficult journey back to the dormitory after staying up all night in the Internet cafe outside the school in college, but after sleeping on the wooden bed, I couldn’t hear anything and didn’t have to think about anything.
‘I am at least two-thirds of the credit for Su Tony’s survival. ’
‘And above all things, don’t let me catch you when I am at my peak in the future.’
Some messy thoughts appeared in his mind and gradually became active, which meant that he was about to wake up.
Crackling Crackling
The firewood was burning in the bonfire. Except for the crackling of the stove, there was almost no other sound in the house. The wind and snow outside the window and the occasional sound of branches hitting the window made the house more warm.
Su Lin moved his nose and seemed to smell the sweet scent of red wine, cinnamon, lemon and apple.
It's really nice, a very suitable environment for sleeping in winter.
He felt something was wrong, and because his feet were exposed outside and felt a little cold, he curled up the quilt on his body.
Su Lin opened his still heavy eyelids, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and propped himself up from the soft sofa.
"."
"I thought you needed to sleep a little longer."
Stan Lee was grabbing a corner of the tweed quilt, and seemed to want to cover Su Lin back. He put his hand down awkwardly, and then took the crucible from the fireplace next to him.
"Drink some hot red wine, it will make you feel better."
He picked up a cylindrical cup, poured the fruity hot red wine into it, and specially picked out some apples and put a rosemary as a garnish.
Su Lin wanted to refuse at first
"How does it taste?" Stan Lee asked.
"It smells so good." Su Lin raised the cup and asked, "Can I have another cup?"
Stan Lee nodded: "Of course, be careful of the heat."
After drinking it, he did feel much warmer. Su Lin, who was in a better mood, looked around and found that there were comics of the Marvel series on the table not far away.
"I'm rushing to finish the manuscripts before the fire." Stan Lee sat down opposite Su Lin and complained:
"This is a big project. If I hadn't hired an assistant to help, I would definitely not be able to finish it on time before the end of the month."
"But it's much better now. By the way, thank you for the previous newspaper."
"I found some inspiration from Kamen Rider Goldman, who is very popular in New York recently."
As if he remembered something, he picked up the remote control and pressed the button at the TV, which was playing a huge tights leather suit man fighting monsters.
"Linked special effects characters." Stan Lee looked at Su Lin with a slightly weird expression, shrugged, and said:
"I know you young people prefer stories about pet partners such as Digimon, but it's a bit difficult to link them together"
No, I don't like Digimon either.
"Is that you, the Stan Lee I met in New York?"
"It depends on what you think I should look like."
He blinked and smiled, saying, "In the center of everything, above everything."
When Su Lin entered Marvel, he subconsciously thought that He looked like Stan Lee, so the one who appeared in front of him was Stan Lee.
Su Lin held the red wine and stared at the other party expressionlessly, and gradually.
A blonde, blue-eyed, fox-eared little loli, a cheongsam, silver-haired, red-eyed dragon girl, and a black, long, straight, white silk JK appeared in front of him.
"Okay, that's the setting." Su Lin confirmed with a serious expression, covering his lower face.
"Kid, this is not funny." The black man in basketball uniform said, "Maybe you can calm down a little."
The other party took the initiative to change, and a witch with gray hair and glass eyes appeared in front of Su Lin. She took the empty cup in Su Lin's hand with a faint smile and scooped up the last spoonful of red wine from the crucible.
"Forget it, it feels weird." Su Lin pulled the corner of his mouth.
Stan Lee returned again.
"You surprised me a little, or rather you, you and your campaign team." Stan Lee brought the red wine over and said:
"I voted for you too. I really like the policies you talked about during the campaign."
"The illegal immigrants created by the previous president made me sleep with a shotgun at night. These years have been too bad, so."
"This is for MLGA!"
He took out a red hat from somewhere and put it on his head.
Su Lin kept a polite smile, after all, he really couldn't afford to offend this person now.
"Kid, that position is not a good thing. You are an excellent president, so I don't want you to be corrupted. To put it in your favorite way, that is the wrong evolutionary path."
Stan Lee clinked the glass in Su Lin's hand with a smile, and he put his arm on the sofa and looked back at the half-painted draft on the table:
"Uh, maybe wait a moment, I have prepared some gifts for you and Loki will bring them to you when the time comes."
"Sorry, the Holy Grail War and Marvel's style don't seem to be suitable, so this linkage may have to be cancelled."
"But I will try my best to help you get Digimon in the future."
Why must it be Digimon? !
"I just played the arc machine joke once." Su Lin tried to explain, frowning and drinking the red wine.
"I know that no one likes evolution more than you do." Stan Lee turned around and said:
"As compensation for canceling this collaboration, I have prepared a special gift for you."
"Your creation rules are very creative. If you want, I can help you contact the best school of the Eternal Gods."
"Well, he has finished drinking."
The empty cylindrical cup fell to the ground, and Su Lin's figure had disappeared, leaving only messy woolen sheets.
Stan Lee sighed, picked up the cup and put it away, and said to the studio where the comics were piled up: "He is gone."
A collection of rainbow-colored spheres slowly appeared in the studio.
"Friends, we can continue to rush the manuscript."
Stan Lee put on the classic beret, with the classic image of a cartoonist, quickly sketching one story after another under the desk lamp.
It was unknown how long it took.
He stopped painting, and the image of the First Sky reappeared, with a paragraph of text next to it: [He himself became creation, let us destroy everything.]
"If you had my power, if you had my arms, would you build or destroy?"
Stan Lee stared at the comic page for a long time, and finally a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I am also reflecting on the past, so it's time to choose a new future."
"Beyond the present and the future."
He put down the brush and walked towards the room full of ammunition and arsenal. After a moment.
He walked out fully armed.
Click!
The semi-automatic shotgun was loaded.
"Come on, man, you helped me, so I will help you fight Crazy Dave so that He won't eat your brain!" He raised his goggles and said to the pile of flashing balls:
"Let the bastard who spread the T virus everywhere taste the power of our cooperation."
"That kid also helped me a lot, so I have to protect him from being infected by that guy!"
Stan Lee stretched out his fist and touched one of the pink bubbles.
The windows in the house were hit by the wind and snow, the sound became stronger, and the whole house was shaking.
He took out a mass-produced Cosmic Heart Grenade.
Crack
Bang.
After the firelight lit up, the endless time and space of countless dimensions of the void were shattered.
Stan Lee turned into a golden giant in the charge, and in the gathering of countless dizzying and untouchable flashing spheres, he attacked the tentacles of the brass eyeballs that covered the sky and the sun, with the light feathers reflecting the mark of reincarnation.
In the violent storm, this picture gradually froze.
In a corner of the abyss, the Reincarnation Research Institute.
"Your Excellency the God of the Abyss, you don't look very well?"
Zokot looked at the shadow in front of him that stretched out his hand to him, and smiled helplessly:
"Unfortunately, I can't do anything about this kind of thing."
"All my linear time pocket watches are one-way tickets. Even if you want to go back to before you made the decision, I can't help you."
"You asked me why he also has a pocket watch? What kind?"
Zokot was stunned for a long time, until the shadow in front of him suddenly shattered, turned into a powerful glow and was extracted to an unknown place.
He looked at the abyss area corresponding to the Marvel Universe in astonishment.
"Clockwise?"