It's over, it's over......

Gone, gone......

Father Stella, along with the enemy, disappeared from the world without a trace.

Tiamat Stra. Forty-two years old.

This man gave everything for his faith...... All......

The value of the sacrifice is determined by the person being saved.

And Father Stella saved all the people in the world tonight.

His sacrifice is of absolute value.

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Even if it is facing the predetermined fate of the gods.

Even if it is close, it is the gate to hell.

In order to open up the path of hope, he also has to move forward alone......

Feelings called fear.

Driven out by madness.

Self...... From the day I made my vow to the gods.

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Broken bones, is the final ending?

Looking forward to the future.

The challengers who have given up their way to survive are unswerving.

Yes......

Iron teeth and copper teeth, the heart is like steel......

O broken music box, play that requiem for him again.

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To this world of despair.

Take on the challenge and wave your hands......

There is no need for a single piece of sympathy.

When he was shattered.

All prayers, beliefs, dreams, will disappear?

Never.

In the future, there will be more people to open up.

faith, there will be more people to inherit.

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There is nothing to lose anymore.

The blazing heroic soul and the burning faith burned all the retreats.

He's immersed.

Tranquility of Faith.

Rather than covet a comfortable time, he resolutely launched a revolution.

For these proud.

Believers, play the Requiem.

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Anger stirred in his chest.

Let your heart roar as hard as you want.

Challenge a world of despair.

There is no need for the slightest sympathy.

When he is shattered, his prayers, beliefs, dreams, will disappear?

Never.

His perseverance and unyielding back, even in the face of hell, he will never forget.

The boys will inherit his desire to protect the world.

A gentle oncoming breeze is about to start a new chapter.

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Looking at the place where Father Stella disappeared, the crazy figure was gone, replaced by a bright full moon in the sky.

The tired two didn't confirm each other's status, but just looked at the full moon and couldn't forget it for a long time.

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The first to speak was Jianming.

Victory was finally achieved, but what was opened as a summary was a sigh.

"Alas......"

"It's over, we won. ”

Won-sun nodded. I can only agree with Jianming's point of view.

"Yes, it's over. ”

Suddenly, Jianming seemed to remember something.

(Aoyama!)

(Aoyama...... Why haven't you come so late?)

Judging from the location and time, in any case, he should have arrived a long time ago when he was always punctual......

Thinking of this, Jianming took out the phone and dialed Qingshan.

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After a familiar piece of music, the voice on the other end was cold and mechanical.

[Your call is now unanswered, please call again later.] 】

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At the same time, in a very high-end business hotel inside, a man is standing quietly by the floor-to-ceiling window with his hands behind his back.

He wore a pure white silk robe and tunic trousers, revealing a beautiful muscular body on his chest.

The face with clear eyebrows is as calm as Mount Tai.

His face was smooth and flat, like a jade-faced flying dragon.

Above that heroic expression was long white hair like snow.

Two handfuls of bangs hang down from the temples, and the length behind the back is exactly shoulder length.

The white hair, in the moonlight, looked like silver threads. Dazzling.

This man who looks very young gives people a wonderful feeling of being otherworldly and indisputable.

But even more dazzling than his long silky hair is the scenery outside the window and the brightly lit city.

The man didn't know how long he had been standing motionless here.

His expression was also a little frozen, making it difficult to see.

Is it regret, sadness, thinking?

Or is it ...... That's [the closest expression to a god] - pity?

It is often said that the eyes are the windows to the soul.

So, to know the answer to this question, we can only look into his eyes.

His deep eyes.

In those eyes...... What is reflected is the verdant flowers and plants downstairs.

He turned his gaze to the tired taxi driver on his night shift.

Turning around again, the newlyweds in the opposite building are arguing over who should be in charge of washing the dishes tonight.

Reflected ...... It's the cashier who has just left work at a supermarket in the distance.

Reflecting the skyscraper is still under construction.

What is reflected is a huge windmill that is constantly spinning in the distance.

The reflection is a rolling mountain.

It reflects an ocean that is larger and more distant than the mountains.

The deep pupils reflected the bottom of the deep sea, which the sunlight could not penetrate.

What was reflected in his eyes was the endless night sky and bright stars.

The starry sky, the deep sea, this man's eyes contain all things in the world and everything.

He's watching, he's been watching, and he doesn't know how long he's been watching.

He was quietly looking at everything in the world like this, but he was also being silently watched by others.

At some point, a young woman in an azure shawl was already standing silently behind him.

Without saying a word, just waiting quietly.

She was waiting for the other person to speak first.

She was a little timid, she couldn't believe it, she couldn't confirm that the person in front of her was the person she thought in her heart.

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After a while, the man seemed to finally notice the gaze coming from behind.

He didn't move, his hands behind his back, and he continued to stare into the distance.

I opened my mouth.

"Behold, man is like garbage. ”

As if this phrase will never go out of style.

The bosom friend paused, understanding the source of the sentence.

"Castle in the Sky...... Is it?"

That kind of thing doesn't matter at all, and now the bosom friend has more things to want to confirm.

The bosom friend's face was a little embarrassed, and her brows were tightly knit, she was afraid of getting an answer she didn't want.

But if you don't ask, those things will be like Schrödinger's cat, just possibilities, and never, will not be the answer.

Finally, she asked.

"What do you think...... How is this world?"

Phew——————

With a long sigh of relief, the man still didn't turn around, just motionless and ready to start answering his bosom friend's question.

This world ...... What do you think?

"Looks ...... People have pioneered the law that the individual human person serves the functioning of society and at the same time derives shelter from society. ”

After that, the meaning of human beings became blurred, and human beings ostensibly got rid of the laws of the hunting era, but continued the laws of the law of the jungle in other battlefields, whether it was out of selfishness, conspiracy, exclusion of dissidents, etc., after all, man developed along with evil. ”

"In the past, everyone ate the same meals equally, looked around at the lives of other people who were no different from their own, there was no envy or jealousy, and everyone was united. ”

"But now the world is different, the ability to earn money is different, and the standard of living is very different!"

"Beneath the shiny skyscrapers are the envious and jealous losers......"

"This is the world now. ”

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In a fluent conversation, the man said what he was thinking, his 'feeling' about the current world.

The bosom friend's heartbeat rate increased a little, but based on these few words, she couldn't be sure that the person in front of her was indeed the person she knew.

The one she can definitely rely on.

The man didn't react for a long time, and a sad expression finally appeared on his white and calm face.

What followed was a sigh.

"Alas. ”

"When did I create the framework that governs all things, the Heavenly Court, as I speak now...... We have changed the program of reality, language is a virus, religion is an operating system, and prayers are emails. ”

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Such a style of speaking, such an insight and understanding...... Add to that what he talks about, past and present......

Yes, it's him.

He's back.

There was some relief in the eyes of the bosom friend, revealing a gentleness that only Jianming had ever seen.

"Welcome back, God. ”

Hearing the words of the bosom friend, the god finally turned his head.

Long hair flicked. Heroic.

"I'm back, bosom friend. ”

I don't know how much time has passed, and the two finally meet again.

The heart of the bosom friend is full of joy and excitement of reunion after a long absence, which is beyond words.

But she still has a lot of things to ask, a lot of things.

And the most critical, the most important ......

That's why the Divine Calculation came into existence at this point in time, from there.

"Why...... You're going to come back from 'it'?"

It, which is a personal pronoun that refers to something other than a person.

And the 'it' in the mouth of the bosom friend right now must be referring to the hard battle of Jianming and others just now......

It's in the door.

Shen Shuan closed his eyes slightly and nodded.

The bright starry sky in his eyes just now also disappeared without a trace.

He replied, "Yog Sothos"

"People call him the Key to the Door or the One Who Lives All Things and All Things Are One. The Gate of the Silver Spoon, the Gate of Truth. ”

"And as for why I ...... with him"

The god opened his eyes, had already organized the language, thought of everything.

"For Yog Sothos knows where the gate is. Yog Sotos is the door, and Yog Sotos is the key to the door, the gatekeeper. The past is his, the present is his, and the future is his. He knew where they had broken in, and where they would break in again. He knows where they have trodden on the earth, and he knows where they still tread, and why no one sees them when they have passed...... Yog-Sotos is the key to the door, where all the spaces come together. ”