The White Lady stood silently in the darkness.

Her face was soft, half reflected in the swaying of the lights, half immersed in the snow outside the window.

Da Da...

She paused for a moment, then began to walk forward again.

She walked through the gray area, over the eighteenth carriage, and then went deeper.

It wasn't until she stood in the thousandth carriage that she stopped.

"You witch!!We've all been deceived by you!"

The sturdy man, stripped naked, bound with iron ropes, dangled back and forth in a large zigzag, had already heard the door open, and had already known everything when he saw the holy maiden behind it.

"White absolute. ”

The White Lady stood silently in front of him, "You know, we were chosen by the gods, not by luck, but by responsibility. ”

As she spoke, her expression wandered, with a kind of silver lake sparkle.

The naked man spat hard.

The saint just tilted her head slightly, and then dodged.

She didn't get angry, but with a wave of her long sleeves, a vast map of light appeared on the dome of this carriage.

The stars are dotted, like a starry sky.

And somewhere, a tiny train is wriggling around the corner.

"Look up, Bai Jue. ”

The holy woman looked up, extremely holy.

The naked man looked up.

On the glowing figure, a train was slowly wriggling, and in an almost symmetrical place, a black mist was wriggling at the same speed.

The thought that the train would eventually crash into the fog came to Bai Jue's mind.

This is fate, and there is no escape.

He gradually became confused.

"There's no need to get lost because we're always on the road.

And at the end of this road, some of us are alive, and some of us will sacrifice, and the people who sacrifice are the strong people of the past, and the people who live are the strong people of the future.

We sacrifice so that they can usher in a new world. ”

Bai Jue: ...

Saint: "I've seen this picture countless times, and I've calculated it countless times, and it will only take three years for our train to crash into this fog."

The prophecy of the gods will be fulfilled. ”

Bai Jue: ...

Saint: "I don't know what it is, but the gods are always whispering in my heart, telling me that we can only fight against the doomed enemy if we are strong enough, with extreme strength. ”

Bai Jue: ...

Holy Maiden: "The White Evil Holy Court has existed for a long time, millions of years, and in so many years, we have also had countless strong people, but... None of them are God's chosen ones, and they can only bow their knees and destroy in the old world.

Bai Jue, you know what?

The powerhouses of the White Evil Holy Court can destroy the entire universe, but they still can't withstand the power of the gods, and there are only three saints in the White Evil Holy Court who are really in this car.

So... You need to take on more.

Because only then can you stand side by side with us.

Even if you have completely lost consciousness and become a human weapon that only knows how to kill. ”

Bai Jue was silent for a long time, "I understand, but why don't you tell everyone?"

The White Lady smiled and said, "What do you think?"

Bai Jue sneered.

He understood.

If you say it, what's the point of creating panic?

It is better to compile the lie that after 600 verses is a dangerous zone.

Let the weak live in white lies.

Bai Jue glanced at his saliva in the distance: "I'm sorry." ”

White Saintess: "We will be comrades-in-arms, and there is no sorry between us." ”

Bai Jue asked, "What will happen to me?"

The White Lady of the Holy Maiden: "In the long history of the Holy Court, it has been inspired by God to grasp the source of power in this world. ”

A frenzied look flashed in her eyes: "Spirit puppets! puppets that twist everything with their will! Gods are really good at picking, although you are ordinary, but everyone who boards this eternal train is actually a perfect puppet container!"

But don't worry, even with the power of me and the two saints, each person can only control two spirit puppets.

You're already the last.

You will be my puppet. ”

Bai Jue was stunned and smiled self-deprecatingly: "I'm really honored." So..."

He sighed again, "So, cousin, can you tell me your name?"

The White Lady Saint Goddess was indifferent, let alone angry, she smiled and said, "Little Delan." ”

...

...

The train roared.

Walk in eternal fire, ice, and space.

Xia Xi was stunned for a while, and finally chose to touch the flame with his spirit.

It was the only path he saw.

Gather your spirit, close your eyes, and a little white light flows out of your fingers, gently flowing around the periphery of the candle.

White is the weakest color.

And gold is a symbol of the fiery soul.

Boom!

Despite Shassi's extreme caution, his soul touched the candle flame.

Just a bump in the train made him lose his center of gravity.

His soul also entered the raging flames.

Whew...

The white soul trembled instantly.

Then dimmed, atrophied.

Xia Xi's body suddenly tightened, fell backwards, and fell onto the soft leather sofa of the train.

His last realization was, "My brother is right, I shouldn't have tried rashly, my soul touched the flames... It will only be wiped out, and these three-phase puppets can only look at it. ”

It's a pity he found out too late.

Too late.

Boom.

His body had become a corpse, and he fell heavily on the leather cushion of the sofa, and after a few flicks, he fell completely silent, and perhaps by dinner time, he would be spotted by Sakurako and Susu, and then the two women would cry bitterly, and soon they would be completely strangers to the neighbors.

The fire and ice roared, the darkness shattered, and the atmosphere of despair was filled.

Brush!

Suddenly, Xia Xi opened her eyes and a smile appeared on her lips.

He swept around calmly, closed his eyes and quickly finished digesting his memory.

"Hmm... Is this the trigger for the advent condition? But it doesn't seem too late, and the train is still three years away from colliding with the Mother River of Death. ”

The boy leaned back and rubbed his temples.

He muttered softly: "The so-called Dao War, to put it bluntly, is like a gambler betting on his Dao source.

Each is in a world, following the rules of this world, making moves, layouts, and designing forces until they clash with each other.

If you lose, it means that your Dao has lost, and your Dao Source will be plundered a lot, and if you win, you can get the opponent's Dao Source.

This is important.

And washing away the imprint of strength, retaining the memory, and entering the game in person is a big bet.

Washing away the memory imprint and entering the game in person is a medium bet.

If you don't enter the game, it's a small bet.

Now, I have memories because I chose to have a big game with Mother Death.

And it's no wonder.

Failing with the same memory is really devastating to the Dao Heart. ”

Xia Xi, or Xia Ji, smiled: "Is this the end of the Tenth Age?"

The Tenth Age is the time of the Dao battle that I agreed with the Mother River of Death.

So... According to this reasoning, at the end of the last epoch, all the souls that I held tightly should have survived to this moment and become the chosen ones. ”

He looked down at the books scattered along the side.

"Three-phase puppet?"

Xia Ji chuckled: "What a weak entry-level soul technique. ”

He smiled low, and in the night and the end of the world, it seemed that the evil boss was smiling.