Brandishing his sword like a vandal, Magellan destroyed Shiva's dance.

The god became more and more furious, and his power was completely out of his control as if it were some kind of absurd plot need, and he even created a storm with his six arms alone.

But that's still a dance.

Shiva relinquished the relinquishment of dominance to Magellan, and then cooperated with him in every detail, turning this desperate battle into a beautiful pas de deux.

It was an almost invincible horror.

Failure makes him angry, anger gives him strength, power makes it impossible for him to fail, this is Shiva's way of being, it is the most fundamental reason why he became the destroyer of the supreme gods, it is a logical chain that admits failure, but makes it impossible for failure to exist.

Magellan waved his sword wildly, and for the first time he gave up thinking in something important, and some emotion that he was incomparably unfamiliar with, and which he didn't even know his name, controlled him, bringing out countless memories that completely shredded thoughts.

It was a perfect dance, the crowning masterpiece that Shiva had once dreamed of that would never be able to be done – there was no dance partner in the world who could keep up with his movements.

But now, dreams come true, and the god sees in the movements of a mortal man a power comparable to his, and he cherishes every moment of time as if he had reached the end of his life.

It was as if the world was only a small space, everything was gone, and everyone looked at the dance and couldn't take their eyes off it.

They don't know what they want to see, they just want to keep watching.

But soon it was all over.

Magellan violently knocked Shiva down and stood at the god's side, pointing his sword at his third eye.

He sighed contentedly, then gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands and plunged the blade into the god.

The countess smiled, she felt a great change in her divine power, because of the absence of the supreme god, the divine power that controlled everything was no longer complete.

But Shiva did not die.

By the time the countess realized this, everything had already happened.

At that moment, a divine power that had never belonged to this world erupted, and a pure white light flooded everything, and a second before Shiva was killed, Magellan fell to the ground.

The sunlight turned white, and the ubiquitous golden divine power was washed away by the pure white divine power.

"Scientific ......"

The countess crumpled the artifact in her hand, whose power had been completely suppressed, into pieces and rushed towards Magellan.

Shiva quietly rose from the ground, ignoring the mortals passing by him, and came to the other two supreme gods.

Although the powerful enemy had fallen, the three Supreme Gods who had reunited did not show a relaxed expression, and they stood together looking at the other side of the woods, as if they were guarding against something.

Accompanied by the innocent voice of a child, Dantes Edmond walked into the glade.

"The sacrifice has been successful. ”

"It's not what we said it would be. ”

Dantes Edmond, except for those melancholy eyes, she was unrecognizable, bald, without eyebrows, skinny, with a baby face, but her cheeks were sunken, and her chin was frighteningly pointed.

This is a person whose body has been ruined by penance, and the only strength that sustains her is faith.

The countess inadvertently saw her, but Helen turned a blind eye, and she only had Magellan, whose life and death were uncertain, and nothing else cared about it.

"The only thing we say is sacrifice. ”

Dantès's face was expressionless, and her tone carried a powerlessness that could not be concealed, and the three great gods knew that she had exhausted all her strength in order to complete the sacrifice.

"We were here to help you in order to prevent the prophesied calamity, but now that everything planned has worked, we have given so much and we have not been rewarded. ”

Of the three great gods, Brahma was the most proficient in language, and just now he had re-made a prophecy, but the result was the same as before, and some great calamity was about to happen.

"There will be no more calamities, no more tragedies, the world has been redeemed. ”

Shiva walked up to the saint and looked down at her desireless face: "What the hell have you done?"

"If you are saying that your previous plan failed, it is because the Countess and Magellan destroyed what you had attached to the sacrifice with another ritual, another ritual called to prevent calamity. ”

The three gods were silent together.

They didn't expect that the result of the two mortals' dying struggles was to destroy all the plans of the three supreme gods, and just before Dontes said everything, they still held the hope that the sacrifice would be completed, and that ritual would be completed together.

But now, all that's left is despair.

That prophecy was a hanging blade, a boulder that would strike at a thousand moments, and they didn't know when disaster would come, and of course the saint could not care, because everything she had fought for with her life had succeeded.

Everyone fell silent.

......

Magellan is dead.

The countess looked at the breathing walking dead in front of her, and even the simplest of magic could be sure that the mortal's soul had dissipated.

The white light visible to the naked eye was drifting from Magellan's body, it was a terrifying force, and even had a physical entity without one controlling it, and the familiar aura of the countess was everywhere, she knew, it was the power of science.

This is the sacrifice of Scientology to do everything, to strip the last fragments of science from Magellan's body, and the side effect is that the terrifying power completely tears apart the mortal's soul.

No magic can help in this process, not because the power of the essence cannot reach the soul, but because Magellan's soul is almost completely shattered in the process, and it cannot be restored at all.

The countess held the dead man's hand, full of despair, and thousands of sighs turned into speechlessness.

Maybe, maybe there will be a miracle, but that's just maybe.

She didn't know that right now, Magellan's soul was still not dissipated, and he was looking around in a space that no one could touch.

It's a familiar and unfamiliar scene.

Magellan was standing on top of an abandoned concrete building, his gaze beyond the edge of the sloping roof and on the ground in the distance.

It's a seaside out of nowhere, the water is as deep blue as inky black, the sand is snow-white, and the waves recede on the beach, leaving only water marks.

The sky was full of lead-gray clouds, the same color that stretched to the end of the heavens and the earth, like a cement lid.

"I'm here to say goodbye to you. ”

Magellan smiled: "Goodbye." ”