"No!"

An Yang roared in pain, and he burst out with infinite power, and the man leaped up, and his fist slammed into the creator's head. An Yang's punch of anger, pain, hatred and hope hit the other party. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Like a kite with a broken string, the creator flew more than a hundred meters away, and his body smashed a deep pit several meters wide on the road, so that his usually calm face finally showed a touch of surprise.

A streak of blood from the side of the mouth was wiped away by the creator.

The Prophet once said that this world was designed by An Yang himself, and in this world, he can unleash the most powerful power.

Now this blow made the creator who couldn't hurt the creator even if he burst out with all his might, and he shed blood.

The creator couldn't help but be intrigued by all this.

He jumped to his feet, staring at his opponent who had fallen into an explosive state, interested in the power he had just exerted: "How did you do that?" ”

Anyan cared so much about her, hugging Hasna before she fell to the ground. Her face was pale, her clothes were stained red with blood, and the inorganic parts were sustenance, but Anyan could still feel the passing of her life.

Unlike the creator world, the creator's attack is carried out on the origin of the creature. With the information he obtained from the data center, anyone who was recruited would be killed.

Hasna didn't show too much pain, she looked at him reluctantly, still encouraging: "Defeat him, you will definitely be able to do it!" ”

"Hold on!" An Yang has no intention of fighting now, "I'll take you to a safe place!" ”

A teleport, they disappear in place.

The creators have gone where they disappeared, and the invasion of this world has not yet reached its all, and it is impossible to trace where exactly they have gone for the time being.

Managers appeared from around one after another, and they cast inquiring glances.

The creator looked back at the end point that An Yang was going to lead to, and said calmly: "He will come back sooner or later, and all this will come to an end soon." ”

……

Anyan took Hasanna back to the park.

Strangely enough, it was still the view of the setting sun, which was a little more lively than the lifeless night on the other side of the data center.

An Yang took her in his arms and sat down.

"Ahem, ahem." The act of sitting down caused Hasna to cough, but she also looked around in surprise: "I didn't expect us to come back." ”

"Don't be nervous, you'll be fine." An Yang said this, but she couldn't find any cure in her heart, and her life kept passing.

"I'm well aware of my own situation." Hassina reluctantly spoke, and An Yang couldn't bear it: "Don't speak!" ”

"I'm sorry......," she said apologetically, her eyes wide trying to remember it all, "I can only walk here with you." ”

"Don't give up! Don't leave me! Anyan hugged her tightly, and Hasna could feel a few drops of warm liquid fall on her face, stirring up memories for the rest of her life.

"My name is Hasina, thank you for coming to the rescue." She mustered up a lot of courage, but he just responded coolly.

"But I can't!" She cried out for her injuries, and that's when he said, "I'll give you a chance!" ”

"I don't ask for much, I just want to protect you." After she finished speaking firmly and earnestly, he laughed without taking it seriously.

"Do what feels right to you, and I'll always have your back." He was the only one left in her world.

"You'll get to the end...... But I can only accompany you here. ”

……

An Yang is in turmoil sharing the memories of her life, the scenes of the past are still in front of her, there are beautiful and bitter, but the ending is not escapable from the prophecy after all.

"I broke my promise." Hasina's voice became very soft and soft, she could not accompany him to the end, she was so tired, she had no strength.

"You don't!" An Yang shook his head and shouted, "You still have a chance!" Please! You can do it all over again...... Yes, you can do it all over again! ”

He thought of a way that might not necessarily work.

The sacrifice will also be great.

But he didn't want their story to lead to tragedy, his choice, his adventure couldn't let them bear the consequences, he closed his eyes and raised his hand to press it on Hasina.

A digital scene is unfolding, and he preserves the part of her soul that belongs to her.

But it hastened her fading, and she eventually disappeared into his arms like a rainbow that had dispersed, leaving no trace except for the smell that still lingered around her.

Anyan got back to her feet.

He left the independent space and absorbed all the things left behind by the prophet, so that the hive moved towards purification, and trillions of consciousnesses merged into one.

He threw away everything he knew.

Managers, Hive Consciousness, Humans, Perfect Ideals...... After all, it is only a stumbling block that hinders him on the purest path, and he can give up.

Everything turned into energy and focused on him.

The energy man, who is known as the pinnacle of intelligent life, is realized in him.

In the state of pure energy, he has unimaginable abilities, and it is difficult for time, space, or basic rules to restrain him, and he can borrow the energy of space to modify the cosmological constant.

He can make the speed of light 10 kilometers per hour in a given space, and he can make the speed of light 1 million kilometers per second, and he can modify Planck's constant, or he can modify the infinite non-cyclic value.

Although not yet strong enough to be able to change everything, in a limited time, he can do a lot of things - first he summons intelligence.

Intelligence is ignorant of what happened when he left: "I just lost your place. ”

"I know." Anyan's story is long, but Intelligence quickly understands it thoroughly: "You mean, I'm also part of your revisions? ”

"Yes, only in this way can you not be controlled by the creator." Anyan said to it, "Now I need you to cooperate with me in a crucial matter. ”

"Say it." The attitude of intelligence is still refreshing, strictly speaking, it is for Anyang to serve, and does not fully abide by the laws of the creator.

To this extent, Anyan is its creator.

"We're going to start over."

……

He is a scorching star, he is a boiling energy, he can break through the shackles of space and dimension, he can easily use the energy of the universe, he is a blazing star, he is a black hole that devours all things, he is close to the omnipotent god.

Part of the truth of this world has been revealed, he has the power of the Creator, and in the next moment, he came to a blue planet, the familiar distance between the sun and the moon, the unchanged mountains and seas, but there is still a gap from his time.

Time is not a problem, it is speeding forward, memories of countless years are emerging, he sees a mirror image of himself, a simple pursuit in a lowly creature, a lonely soul in life, a dream jump in thought, but it doesn't matter, this is exactly what he needs.

The energy condensed into a body of matter, and he waited quietly on the rooftop. But in reality, his mind is already floating in a galaxy of countless suns, floating in the center of the universe and on the edge of it that it is instantaneously shifting, and countless constants are changing.

The creator doesn't bother, because sooner or later everything will start again, and the manager may interfere, but in front of him it is only the simplest destruction - the world is not perfect, and he has enough authority to influence the entire system.

On the rooftop, that's where it all began. He used to be happy, he used to be proud, he used to despair, but now, he was going to abandon distractions, he had to get all order back to its original state, he needed to accomplish something that had never been done before.

The figure of the young man had already stepped on the rooftop, and his burning eyes were condensed on his body - he was carrying a wine bottle in his hand, his clothes were disheveled, and his face was full of anger and unwillingness to live unsatisfactory on his face when he looked up at the sky, and suddenly roared: "Lao Tzu will definitely be famous!" ”

In the shadows behind him, An Yang pointed at him, the flames condensed in his body were stripped away and pounced on him, the invisible soul was burning out, the programmed him was dead, and the longing for the real him would be reborn here.

A desolate world surrounded by yellow sand, that's her hometown. That night, the moon was sparse, and a pair of beautiful blue eyes like stars on the windowsill stared at the sky, and her face was written with a trace of sorrow for the future, a yearning for a free life and a contradiction of faith.

The boiling thoughts flew here, the eyes in the night sky looked at her silently, a flame fell on her, her eyes were a little distracted, and there was a little more melancholy in her heart that she didn't understand. But it doesn't matter, the seeds have been planted and will one day take root and sprout.

The thoughts frozen in time and space soared into the air, and in the dark night, two shimmering souls reflected each other, and he stared at this scene in the sky, as if something important had left him forever, and the empty shell left only the memories of the past.

The intelligent layout is unfolding: "I will delete all active memories and back up only the data related to the order of civilization, with minimal interference." ”

"That's it."

"Nice to meet you."

"Me too."

The friendship accumulated over countless years, at the moment when one party is about to come to an end, is finally completed with a consistent tacit understanding, no nonsense, no verbosity, but the understanding contained in this is self-evident.

The intelligent two-dimensional unfolding enveloped the blue planet, and the voice from outside the sky echoed in the mind of the young man on the rooftop: "Are you willing to make a change?" ”

"Yes, of course I do!"

"Very good, esteemed manager."

……

He was still watching.

He finally remembered that he was going to be alone, and he repelled all the panic and nostalgia he could feel little by little. Now, the night is about to recede, the stars in the sky are thinning, and the morning light has buried old memories in the grave.

His soul remained in place.

But his mind will go far away, chasing the ultimate truth. (To be continued.) )