Doomsday.

It is not strange to the people of this era, and it is not far away.

Human nature is declining, order is collapsing, and the flame of civilization is crumbling, even people who are optimistic by nature will sooner or later become numb in the face of this dark and deep world.

It's just a matter of catching on.

Such pessimistic thoughts are a little bit of a problem for everyone, to a greater or lesser extent.

But no one could have imagined that the world, human civilization, would come to an end in such an absurd way.

It's ridiculous.

As he gazed at the realm of order engulfed in darkness, Amy Ulysses couldn't help but laugh, both for the world and for himself.

Small, powerless, sitting still.

Turn back time?

He had thought of it, and he had tried it, but once he had taken the view, he was no longer entering the seemingly endless river, but into the depths of a swamp made up of countless sticky, slippery things.

The eye cannot see, but hear.

I can't tell the difference between up and down, let alone left and right.

All you can feel is the macabre malice and the disgusting feeling as if thousands of slugs were wriggling around you.

There is no help.

Even he didn't know if he was in the body of the corrupted and alienated river of time, or in the body of Sabu Nicholas, the terrifying monster above the world.

The realm of "time" itself is enough to challenge human logic, and now, it is even more bizarre.

The senses are confused, the logic is disordered, this is a world where you can't even "think" more, the more you know, the farther you go astray, and the more you understand, the more you are in prison.

And even ...... The glorious can feel it clearly.

This quagmire, this darkness, seems to be gradually perfecting with his imagination, and through his cognition, it is transforming into a more strange and terrifying form.

So, when he realized that something was wrong, he forcibly ended the ability.

Consciousness falls.

Falling from the dual perspectives of the Arbiter Conference and the Artificial Celestial Realm, the whole person stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

After a while, logic and reason slowly returned.

He looked up.

Baroque stone pillars, empty and spacious halls, and participants of various shapes and shapes who seem to be dancing like demons.

Here is the meeting of the arbitrators.

It's just a little unexpected by him, including Jiasu, although everyone's faces are unusually solemn, but not even one of them has lost their temper.

In the face of the overthrow of civilization and the destruction of the world, they all seem to have extraordinary determination.

"What to do now, we're at the end of our rope. The one who spoke was an alien wearing a straw hat and dressed as a scarecrow, "Whether it is the master or the monster in the deep diving area, we lack the ability to fight head-on, and we have to admit that in this game, we lost and we were out." ”

Although from any point of view, what he said was outright frustrating, no matter the tone or demeanor when he spoke, he was unusually calm, as if he had expected this failure, and as if what he was stating was just an ordinary "little thing" that could not be more ordinary.

"Equilibrium exists between all things. I once had a conversation with the Glory, and the eccentric who called himself the "inventor of history" and the "clown" said a word without a word.

"Speak human words. "Of course, I was stared at.

"Hey, didn't I say it very clearly, it's just a convention. The clown shrugged his shoulders, but he still spoke, "Remember the British continental balance of power policy? ”

"What do you mean......"

"With the Juggernaut on one side and the outer gods concocted by the madmen, we are like a tightrope walk on TV, maintaining a very dangerous and delicate balance. The clown restrained the joke on his face, "Whether it is the victory of the mother of the black goat, or the success of our 'Lord' in the world, we have no good fruit to eat—the former, which brings only destruction, and the latter, oh, despite his very subtle attitude towards humanity, the best outcome for us is to be cleansed of our memories and imprisoned in the 'Garden of Eden'." ”

"Now it seems that our Miss Angel will not be able to blow the seventh trumpet and begin the Last Judgment. Yisu's thin lips opened and closed slightly, and she whispered, "So, we're going to give her a boost?"

"That's all there is to it. Jiasu nodded, no nonsense, "Time is limited, now start a new round of voting." ”

She paused for about a second or two, giving all the participants time to think before continuing: "If you agree with Wilson's proposal, or if you have other plans, please take a stand." ”

"Agreed. ”

"Abstaining. ”

"Agreed. ”

About thirty seconds later, the vote ended, with about two-thirds voting in favor, with half abstention and half against.

The proposal was adopted.

However, there were differences in the specific implementation rules.

One side believes that the "Miss Angel" should be helped to resist the erosion of darkness and chaos, and let the burden of proclaiming the final judgment be borne by her, so as to weaken the coming master as much as possible.

The other side believes that it is the best choice to continue to sit firmly in the Diaoyutai here, not only is there no need to put themselves in danger by putting themselves in danger, but there is no need to blindly weaken one of them before the two sides hedge.

Both sides had their own reasons, but in the end it was the stability faction that emerged victorious.

With the Council of Arbiters as the centerpiece, the energy is transmitted to the artificial celestial realm, to the winged people who blew the horn.

And all this, for Amy, is a bit of a difference.

There was no special light and shadow effect, there was no earth shaking, the sky roared, the venue was calm and a little terrifying, so terrible that the glorious person didn't know whether he should start the topic at this moment.

But in the end, he still couldn't hold back, and broke the silence at an inopportune time: "Then, what should we do about the aftermath? Is humanity really extinct?"

Human civilization is extinct, and even if there are lucky people who can escape the catastrophe, they are destined to survive in this apocalyptic scene, and their days are short.

However, even though she knew that this was unrealistic, Amy still hoped to get a negative answer.

"Aftermath," someone smiled bitterly, "then there must be a good aftermath." ”

"There's no way to think about it anymore—" someone else said, "and then we'll get through this difficult time first, and if we can't do it, we'll have to restart the world with the template backed up in the genesis engine." ”

Template for backup?Reboot the world?

Amy was stunned, and her eyes subconsciously looked at Jiasu, expecting to get an answer from her mouth.

But the petite girl didn't care about this little interlude, she just shook her head, and cast her eyes higher into the endless void.

"Quiet. ”

She said, her eyelids drooping slightly, and her voice was low, solemn, and forcefully calm: "He is coming." ”