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The entire island has turned into a red world, and the twisted life and vegetation on the island grow wildly, splitting out of its own body one new individual after another, and this hidden island has become prosperous at an unimaginable rate.

The island shook violently, and the red light had just a tendency to spread out, but it suddenly stopped as Russell disappeared.

But the shadows did not converge again.

There was no rebirth, no death, no second and more births, and the world was extremely quiet and abrupt.

The moonlight melted into every corner of the mausoleum like water, and it slowly filled every crevice, every corner, like an invisible hand rummaging through the mausoleum, as if looking for the whereabouts of Russell Gustav, who had just been here.

Streaming down.

In the deep pit not far away, Edward, who had been smashed into the ground by the shadow giant, once again crawled out with difficulty.

"That's your choice?" Edward was a little surprised, but not too surprised.

Russell has many futures, but there is no one that succeeds in resurrection. "Russell was furious and exploded on the spot trying to make the fallen mother goddess pollute himself" is a future possibility, "Russell hates the fallen mother goddess so he would rather commit suicide than become a dependant of the mother goddess" is also a possibility, and the two possible branches lie in whether Russell hates the mother goddess more or hates himself more.

Edward himself was curious about this.

As it stands, after being polluted by the Mother Goddess for more than 200 years and suffering from the mental torture of his own daughter, Russell now hates the fallen Mother Goddess a little more.

He was unable to kill himself and unwilling to join the Mother Goddess, so in the end there was only one option left.

The demon is in good shape, after all, Russell Gustaf's two consecutive angry attacks are unlikely to cause much damage to him (HP-1), he is going to die, and he has struggled with anger and pollution for a long time. It was not easy for Russell to live for so long, and for the sake of friends, Edward was willing to make himself look like he had been beaten twice very strongly.

These two moments still made him feel nostalgic.

Although it is not his memory, in the record of the previous version of "Edward Vaughn", Rosell is also an angel known to Russell, and Russell will act as a deferential appearance to Zarathu, but most of the time he is very casual with him, and even dares to ridicule himself for being old-fashioned.

Before becoming a demigod, Russell tried his best to make himself appear well-behaved in front of Zarathu, from etiquette to speech, and did not want to anger the mysterious soothsayer, and even rarely mentioned anything about the other party in his diary.

But when he turned around, he teased Edward about the old man's messy beard, his annoying laughter, and his riddles all day long.

"If the soothsayers are all like this, I will see one fight one in the future!"

Russell once swore by this.

In addition, Russell will ask about inconsequential things, such as whether his character is not liked by no one in the Quaternary Age, what he plans to write about his next masterpiece, where the next ideas and inventions come from, talk about TV series and games before the time travel, be curious about some English country customs, and finally return to which young lady, lady or even young master of the family has taken a fancy to the handsome current self.

The identity of the countryman greatly lowered the threshold for Russell's friendship, even if the old version of Edward Vaughn was not good at conversation and did not have much ability to read words, Russell could still speak to him for a long time.

He probably didn't want to get a response, he just wanted to say it.

After all, no one could understand these things at that time except myself.

Becoming mythical creatures, the two of them are getting closer and closer, and there are more and more things to talk about, but there are fewer and fewer things in the old era.

When Russell Gustav became less vulnerable, the small fights of extraordinary abilities gradually increased.

Edward remembered that there had been many interactions with the Gustavs in the old version, such as in the winter of Intis, where a war would often start with Russell pouring snow into his collar first, and ending with a friendly exchange between him and Russell with mythical creatures to scare Bernadette into calling Matilda or Adella to mediate.

Of course, if Adella comes first, it is very likely that the battle will be expanded, and the child and Matilda will also become snowball warriors.

Little Bernadette Gustav in memory and Bernadette now standing in the moonlight gradually overlapped.

The past cannot be traced...... There's nothing to chase either. Edward first looked up at the sky, then hid in the shadow of the fragments of the stone tablet that the moonlight temporarily did not shine on, and asked Bernadette not far away:

"Don't you love your father very much?"

"Why did you help Him commit suicide?"

Clothed in red light and praying, Bernadette opened her eyes: "I...... I do not know. ”

"I also want Him to come back to Mother, back to Mother, but ...... He was right, why ......"

A hint of confusion appeared in Bernadette's eyes, and the eyes that seemed to contain a whole sea seemed to turn dark red at this moment, and sadness and incomprehension surged in them:

"Why...... Daddy's mother, will be with mom...... Is it a person? ”

When she said this, an obvious "twisted" power appeared in her body.

Edward was stunned for a moment, and said a little funny: "You are polluted by Russell, for you, all matriarchal ancestors should be a human being, he distorted your concept and made you realize that something is wrong." ”

"But why did you help Him kill himself?"

He persistently asked this question:

"You help Him to come back, and you can be together forever, but He gave up his life, and you will never see Him again, Bernadette."

"Never See Him Again......"

Bernadette's expression suddenly fell, and she said in a somewhat erratic tone: "It's okay, I've long been used to it." ”

"He's always been like this, always suddenly bent on doing something, and then disappearing from our world, doing something that we can't even understand...... Dad said, He doesn't want to go back to Mother, His Mother is not Grandma, She's not Mom, I don't know what He's talking about, you know? ”

"I know." Edward said, "No, I don't tell you. ”

As he spoke, the island suddenly trembled violently.

There was a crumbling sound on the ground and in the forest beyond, and the roars of monsters were endless.

After losing the "resurrected black emperor", the carrier of pollution, the red moonlight also lost its medium.

The moonlight of the island is beginning to dim little by little, the feminine power in the surrounding air is disappearing at a rapid rate, the mutated plants are returning to their original appearance, and the beasts are wailing and gradually losing their lives, and the fallen mother goddess is losing its influence on the reality of this island!

Edward shook his head, and he could hear the angry and sad screams of the fallen Mother Goddess, which shook his brain.

But no matter how unwilling the fallen mother goddess was, she had to retreat farther away, and the impact of the blood moon on the world was minimized, and the dark clouds of lightning and thunder quickly filled the void, obscuring the moonlight inch by inch.

Bernadette was also crying, not knowing whether it was spiritual blood or tears that flowed from her eyes.

When the moonlight had diminished to a red veil that looked almost indistinguishable from the outside world, he rose from the shadow of the stones, looked at the collapsed mausoleum in the clearing in the distance for a moment, then raised his hand, palmed it together, and scratched it.

In an instant, the entire mausoleum disappeared, and a funnel-shaped pit appeared on the ground, which was black and swarthy, hundreds of meters deep.

After the loss of this mausoleum, the waters along the coast began to wave, and the island began to slowly fall apart.

Edward jumped high and hovered in the air, watching as the creatures of the jungle finally gained the power to die, quickly rotting into bones and piling up in a mess as they ran and bitten like crazy. The mausoleum, protected by the power of the Black Emperor, lost its protection and gradually collapsed in all directions, and the forests and plains sank to the bottom in small patches, like large pieces of earth scattered in the water.

Bernadette stood there, melting in the last rays of moonlight unobscured by the clouds.

The entire island sank completely to the bottom of the sea, as if swallowed up, and not a single ripple disappeared.

He magically took out a bottle from his pocket, containing the preserved collapsed mausoleum and half of the plain.

"Goodbye." He said.

……

George Augustus raised his eyelids and looked to his side.

Roselle Gustaf, who had been dumbfounded, looked at him with a smile on his face.

"Do you have any last words to say?" He asked succinctly.

"When I became the Black Emperor, it was Solomon who was here waiting for me and standing in my place." Russell raised an eyebrow, unable to see the slightest hint of near-death despair, and he reached out and pointed at George Augustus, "And I, then, stood in your place." ”

"Then you should thank me, mercifully I have given you a chance to say your last words after death." The latter looked impatient.

Russell laughed:

"Say whatever you want, heh, I originally had a naïve idea, and I planned to leave here with the people and my children after becoming a god, find another way to survive in the universe, and establish an interstellar civilization belonging to my Russell Gustav, doesn't it sound handsome?"

George Augustus was about to roll his eyes: "What the hell are you trying to say?" ”

"What I want to say is that I was going to run away, to transcend human beings and not be human, and then happily abandon this boring world, but you outer gods remind me that I am human."

"Oh, if you run out, you will also face an endless extraordinary gathering and hunting, one day I will be encroached upon by the old will, and one day my people will also be killed and injured in the long escape, when the time comes, will I still care if I am Russell Gustav or Huang Tao? Of course not. Now that my country is gone, my daughter is gone, and you have nothing to take away from me, I hate you so much - in short, in the end I have nothing, and my legacy is the whole planet and the people on it who remember me. ”

“……”

"What I'm going to say is—"

Russell cleared his throat, made a serious last word, and read aloud:

"Praise be to you! The Great Mother Goddess of Falls, the one-of-a-kind Red Moon, the symbol of life and beauty, the Mother of all spiritual forces! ”

Syllable! George slapped away the mental imprint of Russell Gustav and tore the corners of his mouth with a mocking smile.

But the next moment, He suddenly felt darkness in the heavens.

It was as if a holy and bright red moon had suddenly risen, and a pair of eyes looked at Him with a little grief, anger, and love.

"(Rune expletive)!"

……

In the spirit world, Crane, who realized that this ritual had completely failed to stop him, sighed gloomily, and had to turn his attention back to his own situation and began to think about whether to leave now.

And Azk Eggers, who was summoned as a historical projection, was gathered together in the continuous divine punishment just now, and was wiped out in the thunder, and his consciousness returned to the body of the Bailang Empire with uneasiness and panic that seemed to hit his heart.

At this moment, everything has settled, and there is no chance to do it. Taking advantage of the impact of the continuous destruction of the mausoleum, Richard and Crane hid in the depths of the spirit world, preparing to appear in another place, and then find a hidden place to land after shaking off the occult connection.

Suddenly, Richard stopped abruptly, and a gray mist suddenly filled the spiritual realm in front of him, blurring everything around him.

"The Fog of History!" Klein recognized the true body of the mist at a glance, and said vigilantly, "Zarathu?!" ”

There is no reason for Zarathu to join the battlefield at this time, the "gods" around him have almost no consumption, he has no point in coming at this time, and it is just a waste of effort to fight.

Even, Klein has a chance to cooperate with Richard, bring in the "Angel of War", and wait for the opportunity to keep Zarathu here!

Richard also didn't understand the reason for Zarathu's appearance, he looked inquiringly at the fog around him, and a vortex suddenly appeared from the gray mist in Crane's vision, which was made up of countless transparent worms, extending out of all directions with transparent and smooth tentacles.

An old man with a gray beard appeared with tentacles clustered around him.

"I'm not here to fight you."

As soon as Zarathu appeared, he spoke, and then he raised his hand and pointed at Klein: "There is a great being looking for you. ”

"Me?" Crane was stunned, pointed at himself, and asked rhetorically, "Which great being?" ”

The bearded old man smiled slightly: "Who else can be considered great in the current Rune?" ”

Zarathu answered the question with a question, but the answer appeared in Crane's mind in an instant.

God of Thunder?

He directly wrote his disdain for Zarathu on his face, and actually told such a lie! He didn't have the slightest friendship with the God of Thunder - the Goddess of the Night was pretty much the same! - And because of the real creator, a wanted notice for "Mr. X" was hung in the church of the god of thunder. Now that the God of Thunder has something to look for him, Klein can be said to be a little unconvinced, and even thinks that the white-bearded old man in front of him is deceiving people again.

Zaratul understood His expression and coughed:

"It's true."

Then he looked at Richard, as if wondering if he was qualified to let the angel go. After they looked at each other for a moment, Zarathu turned his head back and looked at Klein again:

"If you don't believe me, you can go to the Source Fort and recite His name, so that you are absolutely safe, right?"

Richard was curious, "What is Fort Source?" ”

Zarathu coughed, mumbled.

As soon as these words came out, Klein believed in two points - the personality of the source castle was much higher than that of the true god, and the god of thunder could not kill him on the source castle, so he couldn't help frowning: "Then what is the matter with this great being looking for me?" ”

The God of Thunder has obtained "wisdom", plus he participated in the God War of Intis before, and was discovered by Zarathu, Zaratu obviously cooperated with the God of Thunder and George III...... In other words, the God of Thunder has learned his identity and also knows that he owns the Source Castle! Klein almost felt that his scalp was about to explode, as if he had imagined the indifferent gaze of the God of Thunder, and he didn't know when a bolt of lightning would fall, splitting him into charcoal, and the Source Fort would fall into the hands of others, causing a bloody storm!

"This-"

Zarathu looked at Richard again, and seeing that the other party had no intention of avoiding it at all, he had to say meaningfully:

"He asks us if we have the power to 'change reality.'"

"Miracle?" Klein immediately thought of this.

"No, it is more powerful than a miracle, it can be said to be a change in history, time and even fate."

Zarathu said with a smile, and at the same time modified the key words and concealed some key information: "The current George III has been occupied by the spirit imprint in the extraordinary characteristics, and that great being has given us this opportunity to try to 'deceive the world and change history', so that history becomes 'George III has never been occupied by the dove in the magpie's nest', and the spiritual imprint is still only a spiritual imprint." ”

…… Changing history? Changing history conceptually? How can history change, and it is not a miracle...... It sounds like something impossible, and even if I were asked to do it, I wouldn't be able to do it. Klein shook his head bluntly:

"I can't do it."

"Can't you do it with Source Fort?"

Klein was vigilant: "Can't do it. ”

"W-okay." Zarathu then retreated into the fog of history, with some regret, "I'll find another way." ”

"Deceiving the World...... This sounds like the work of a thief, not a soothsayer. Klein stared at the slowly disappearing fog of history, watching the bits and pieces of history fade away, and pondered what Zarathu had said, "How do you do this kind of thing?" ”

"He seems to want to do this again, is there any other benefit besides being able to show his face in front of the God of Thunder?"

He couldn't help but muttered to himself in his heart, doubting.

TBC

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Good night!

(End of chapter)