Chapter 544 I Object!!!

This is too sad.

[Do you want to live? ]

An unknown voice came.

"Yes, I can't just die like this, I still have things to do."

[Everyone has something they want to do, this reason is not valid - what do you want to do? ]

"I want to find Shiwaer, and then rewrite the fate of the world and make everything return to normal."

[It sounds difficult, you know the prerequisites for all this, right? ]

"Yes."

[Are you not afraid? ]

[You will lose your self and become a mythical creature that is no different from a machine, without thinking and perception, all of which is more terrible than death]

"How can I say I'm not afraid..." Leah smiled helplessly.

"But these are the best endings I can imagine."

Countless attempts, countless struggles, countless deductions, this is also the only answer Leah can give.

[Is this your answer? ]

"Yes."

[Are you sure you want to give me such a script? In exchange for your handing over the script, I can eliminate this crisis, but it won't happen again.]

A sigh seemed to appear in the void, and Leah finally couldn't hold back her doubts: "Who are you?"

[I...]

The voice was indistinguishable, but the male part was more dominant, so it didn't sound bad.

[People call me the crawling chaos, the messenger and agent of the outer gods, or you can call me by my name - Nyarlathotep]

Nyar... Nyarlathotep! ?

Leah opened her eyes wide, never expecting to get such an answer.

People say that it was Nyarlathotep who made her what she is now, and there have been many people who think that Leah herself is likely to be a Hephaestus.

After all, Leah did easily accommodate the godhood of the Thousand-Faced God and accepted His prayers, which is not something that ordinary people or gods can do.

And Nyarlathotep can also write past experiences and even memories for his clone.

This was the first time that Ria had a conversation with Nyarlathotep. All the clones in the past had tried their best to separate themselves from him.

Nyarlathotep's tone sounded much gentler and more polite than theirs, like a nobleman who was at ease.

[Ria Kelcha]

Seeing that Ria had not spoken for a long time, Nyarlathotep called out Ria's name in a deep and gentle voice.

[We don't have much time, this may be the last time I ask you]

[Are you sure you want to implement the script you just decided? ]

He used the term "script".

Before Ria thought much, she saw a piece of parchment appear in front of her, with a black pen floating next to it. It seemed that she only needed to write the words "I agree" on it, and all the problems would be solved.

No big deal.

Ria thought.

There would never be a better choice than this.

He reached out and held the pen, the tip of the pen getting closer and closer to the parchment, and finally wrote -

Agree, this is the best ending, and the only ending.

[I]

[I object]

When he saw what appeared on the parchment, Riya was actually a little surprised, because it was not the words he wrote, but something that suddenly appeared in front of him, and it was automatically generated without even the ink of a fountain pen -

I object.

And Nyar's tone seemed to have some subtle changes that were hard to detect at this moment.

[Is that so? I didn't expect such a result]

[It seems that someone is not very satisfied with our meeting. Hehe, I look forward to your next answer, Riya Kelcha, if you can still see me next time]

He was not angry in the face of such an emergency, but instead uttered a subtle, gentle sneer. Slowly, all the sounds disappeared, as if they had never appeared.

The last glimmer of hope also disappeared.

But Riya maintained his original posture without moving, his mind full of questions.

The transaction was canceled, who was it? Who denied the transaction on his behalf?

That was the transaction in front of Nyarlathotep's eyes.

Riya looked up in a daze, only to see a pale look in his eyes.

After all, the Angel of Life has limited control over time, and it is impossible to completely prevent the spread of the annihilating explosion.

If nothing unexpected happens, the explosion here can even destroy more than 15 planets in the surrounding area.

The aftermath pollution can even cause all life on planets within a radius of 70,000 light years to disappear, or cause the planet itself to mutate and produce extraordinary creatures.

At this time, teleportation can no longer put oneself in a safe situation, and the only way is to resist.

Even in the face of death, one must resist.

He opened his hands to the sky, and the huge barrier gradually wrapped himself, and then the barrier continued to spread outward.

"Not bad, you still know how to resist, I thought you would just stand there stupidly."

Gamiel Dorn stood aside and laughed at him, but judging from his trembling body, it was not easy to delay the explosion.

This tone reminded Leah of James: "Mr. Angel, you don't like washing the mask, do you?"

"...Is this the right time to ask these questions? And what about washing the mask! This is a genuine bird head! It's all natural and grown by myself!"

"Then why put a bird beak mask on the outside of the bird head? Will it look more handsome? Will anyone praise you for looking more handsome?"

"I am happy to!"

Gamiel Dorn raised his head in disdain: "Kercha, you haven't changed your bad habit of talking too much."

This time it was James' voice.

Riya couldn't help laughing. It was rare for someone to laugh in the face of such a disaster: "It's not bad to hear your voice at the end. Remember that you still owe me so much money. If you are still alive, remember to pay me back."

"Huh!? When did I owe you money again?"

"Interest, interest on interest."

"Go to hell, Kercha, I hate you!"

"Oh, but you know, you can actually push me out of the barrier, so that I can disappear with a 'bang', leaving nothing behind."

Riya's words immediately made Gamiel Dorn silent. He stared at Riya for a moment, but finally did not choose to push him out.

It's just that when people are in a life-and-death crisis, they always can't help but say something they have wanted to say for a long time.

"Kercha."

He took a deep breath: "Actually, Permande is wrong. We have always wanted to save you more than anyone else."

"..."

"But you can see that no one can fight against the extraordinary. No one is an exception. Even the Creator cannot escape the fate of sleeping now."

The bird-beak doctor closed his eyes behind the hood: "We were born from the consciousness of doctors in the world. We spent countless time, energy and manpower to control some extraordinary people in our hands and let them do something meaningful.

To put it bluntly, it's like catching some mosquito samples from mosquitoes for transformation, allowing them to kill each other with their peers outside.

When the mosquitoes know too much and become uncontrollable, they will be wiped out. This matter is also tacitly approved by the Order Association. However, even if they allow it, they can't help but destroy the mosquitoes when they see them."